| Subject: Football Team Paddling |
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Matt (Wimberley)
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Date Posted: 08:20:34 12/19/17 Tue
This a true story about the worst high school paddling I ever received.
In the rural Tennessee school system that I attended, the teachers used the paddle to keep unruly students in line. I was paddled at school a few times during each grade, but the worst was by far the last one I got my senior year.
I was on the football team and we had used one of the school buses to travel to a neighboring town to play on Friday night. After the game several of us boys were chewing tobacco in the back of the bus on the way home. Well, one of the spit cups were left on the bus and had spilled making a big mess that the bus driver had had to clean up. The bus driver, an older black lady, wasn't happy at all about it at all and let our head coach know it Monday morning.
During the day, the coach made it around to each class and called members of the football team out in the hall to ask them if they were using tobacco on the bus. Using chewing or dipping snuff wasn't a rare thing for school age boys and the coach pretty much knew who did and who did not chew tobacco. He didn't say anything about punishment when he asked us, but in my mind we were going to have to run some extra sprints or something like that for admitting to the infraction. By the end of the day the coach had a list of around 10 boys who had admitted guilt.
Much to our surprise, when we entered the locker room after 6th period to get ready for practice, we knew we were in serious trouble. The coach's desk had been pulled into the middle of the open area of the locker room and standing on one side of it was the coach and on the other side was the bus driver. They were both holding long wooden paddles....
Not a word was spoken until the whole team had made our way into the locker room. One by one, coach began reading names from his list. He ordered every one who had been called to change from our school clothes into our jock straps and football practice pants. These pants were very thin and very tight fitting and would not offer any protection from those paddle swats!
Once we had changed, the 10 of us lined up in front of the desk with the whole rest of the team watching and listened to both the coach and the bus driver lecture us on our wrong doings and how they expected us to act in the future. Once the lecture was over, the coach ordered us into a single file line from youngest to oldest. The first in line would bend over the desk, hold on to the other side of it and take three swats from the lady bus driver. Once those first three swats were given, you were to go to the back of the line. When you got back to the front again you would get three more swats from the coach!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Each got 3 until it was my turn. I bent over the desk. For an older lady, she could swing a paddle! She swung the long paddle with both hands, lighting my butt on fire with each blow. Those three licks were probably as painful of a school paddling as I had gotten by whole school career.
As I watched the others take their three from the coach, I knew this was going to be bad. He was striking hard! It sounded like a rifle cracking with each swing. Each player would howl with pain as each blow cracked on their behind. Finally it was my turn. I bent over the desk, my butt still on fire from the first round, and gritted my teeth and waited. CRACK! I felt like the paddle lifted me several inches off the ground as it made contact. The paddle stung like a hundred yellow jackets had stung my behind at once! I let out a yelp and braced myself for the next one, but instead the coach started lecturing me again about being a team captain and I should be held to a high standard. I don't really remember what exactly he said because of the searing pain across my backside. He lectured until the sting had just started to die off a little and connected with the 2nd blow. I thought I would loose my mind as it took all I had not to bust out crying. Once again he let the burning linger for what seemed like an eternity before delievering the final blow. CRACK! With this pop I went into full spanking dance, jumping around and rubbing my butt. With tears in my eyes, we were ordered to line up and drop our pants just enough to bear our blistered behinds to the rest of the team and the bus driver. Coach said let that be a reminder to all of us not to screw up on his watch!
I never chewed tobacco on the school bus again and I also didn't allow any of my team mates to either!
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