Re: School Fight Means Paddling -- Man-to-Man Spanking

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Date Posted: 16:56:25 02/02/17 Thu
Author: Jeremiah
Subject: Re: School Fight Means Paddling
In reply to: Spencer 's message, "School Fight Means Paddling" on 05:04:13 11/14/09 Sat

I didn't get into many fights in high school but I did get into one that was pretty serious. I have to relate parts of it based on what I was told about it afterward by many witnesses.

I wasn't known as a fighter, actually pretty much the opposite. I had thick glasses and was not someone who tried to shove his weight around. There were a few bullies in my school. Fighting among them was not uncommon. They'd usually meet at the football stadium after school to 'have it out'. That was their venue and obviously where they felt comfortable fighting.

The few fights I did get into weren't planned in advance. I didn't see any reason to be an impresario about it. If there was a need and a call to fight then do it, don't' screw around with that, "see you after school", bull.

One Friday, which were never my best days, in the cafeteria lunch line the worst school bully broke in line in front of me after I'd paid. I whispered to him, in a voice only he could hear, "You fuck with me today and I'm going to beat your god damned ass." And then I walked off as if nothing had happened.

I knew he was not going to be able to contain himself after that and I also knew that, when he did something, everyone in the cafeteria would swear that what he had done was completely unprovoked and that no one could think of any justification for him attacking ME (someone who absolutely never provoked anyone).

Sure enough he came up behind me once I was seated and threw my glassed into my plate. If you know anyone who has to wear glasses all the time you know this is a major crime. You NEVER mess with a person's eyesight by messing with his glasses.

I got up and stepped so that my enemy's back was against a cinder block wall, and hit him in the jaw. He grinned and returned the lick. That's all I remembered until walking out of the cafeteria, fuming mad.

What I was later assured happened was that, when he hit me I was off balance and stepped back a few feet to regain my balance. And the I ran at him as fast as I could and hit him as hard as I could squarely in the face. That blow caused his head to hit the wall behind him. The combination of those two blows stunned him.

Before he could regain any composure I had him by the neck and was pounding on his face. Each blow caused an equal blow to the back of his head against the wall. And I obviously had no intention of stopping. Blood was flying everywhere; on me on the wall behind him, on people near us.

He was unable to fight back. And I wasn't going to stop. I kept on beating him long after he'd lost consciousness. I only did stop when I could no longer hold him up. He collapsed like a pile of dirty laundry. And that's when I walked out.

I went to the library to calm down, not remembering all of what had happened. Presently the president of the student counsel came to me and told me that the assistant principal wanted me to know he wasn't going to do anything about what I'd done. I got mad at him about this and told him there was nothing the assistant principal COULD do. Remember, I thought I'd hit the guy once, he hit me, and that was it. I had no idea they'd had to take the other kid to the hospital.

The SGA president told me that the other kid had been starting fights with a lot of people and that the assistant principal decided that this was what it would take to get him to stop. It did get him to stop. The kid never came back to our school. He transferred to a military academy as soon as he got out of the hospital.

And no one is any position of authority ever said a word to me about it. It was some time later before I learned what had happened.

That was over 50 years ago. I don't know how it would be handled now, probably turning the whole thing over the the police.

Other kids were paddled for fights far less serious than that. But I never did anything half-assed. Of course he wasn't able to tell anyone what I'd said to provoke him, and I certainly wasn't going to admit it to anyone. Had I remembered all that happened and had I admitted everything to the assistant principal I'm sure he'd have paddled my but so bad that it would have still hurt to sit down a week later.

The best I can figure about the whole incident was that I had decided somehow that the school needed to be rid of a menace and that I was the person to rid the school of it.

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