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Date Posted: 03:14:25 08/04/11 Thu
Author: randall okeefe (tough love)
Subject: Re: school paddling
In reply to: kim 's message, "Re: school paddling" on 07:27:23 01/04/10 Mon

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i was paddled as a child until i was 17 both at home and in school the worst time was when i was called to the principals office and got called home..my parents were furious and they gave the school permision to paddle me. back then i beleiv i was 12 and i received 6 firm swats.by th end of the punishment our principal mr,brunes was holding me back while i squirmed around trying to escape i received my last swat and as i did i cursed under my breath.and was satisfied and felt proud that i hadnt cryd mr.brunes heard me.that meant an automatic paddling but the limit per student per day was 6 swats so what he did was call my all ready mad parents..when i was sent back to my classroom my eyes were a bit watery but other than that i showed no trace of couldnt help but what had happened exept for me shifting in my seat uncomortably i class but when i got home my bottom still stung a slight bit and i saw my parents were waiting for me in the family room and they told me they would deliver a punishment for my actions and that squirming or trying to avoid the consquenses for my actions would make the matters worse.my dad told me he would not tolerate that kind of behavior from anyone in his houshold and that i deserved 30 swats delivered from him he told me to choose the implements he would use to punish me i certainly didnt want to get the strap since my older brother romulus said it was the worst . so i chose the 2 implements i thought would hurt the least. the rod(wich is a long slender branch wich i chose from the tree we had in our backyard property) and the belt.once i had chosen i went to my room and waited for my dad to come.when he arived with wet hands he told me to lower my trousers to my ankels.i was scared my bottom was soley protected by the thin fabric of my underwear i then stood up and put my hands against the wall my dad then pulled up my shirt and told me not to move my hands from the wall or try to block the swats. he then started ,when he delivered the first swat with his bare hand i quenched my teeth and started conting. ONE i said firmly.he then delivered the next 3 swats rapidly and as i counted FOUR i through my hand between my bottom and my fathers hand.in that moment he said.son i was only going to deliver 30 swats with my bare hand but now that i see that you still are being defiant towards your punishment i will make it 35 with belt and rod.i begged him not to and that i never did curse at school but that just made matters worse fore now i was going to receive my punishment in a push up posission and i had to mantain my self that way untill the end for lieing about what happened in school.i decided to stop resisting and take it like i should.i wiped my tears and began the count once more.first my father picked up the belt .FIVE!,SIX,!SEVEN!..by ten i was balling and keeping my arms from collapsing.he then told me i was doing good and showing him respect.he told me that crying would not help though and that since i used an adult man word i should act like a man and not scream or cry like i was doing i told him i understood and i got back and ready to take the rod.when i felt the first swat i felt a piercing pain i didnt expect and in surprise i rapidly turned around and sat on the floor .my father was disapointed and told me i would get another five extra swats after my punishment for disobeying his instructions.after that i took the next 22 swats yelling out the number and not yelling in between swats.by the end my dad helped me up and told me it was for the best and he was glad i took it like i should and he hoped it never happened again.i thought hed forgeoten about the other 5 with the strap but next thing i know he brings out his leather strap and tells me that i am free to scream for these last five swats but disobidience meant i needed to learn my lesson in humility so he said that i would be incharge of soaking the strap in cold water and announcing every one to come to the family room and witness what would happen if any of my brothers ever disobeyed my mother or father.. my father told me to go against the wall and lower my underwear to the bottom of my thigh and put my hands against the wall.he said he would strap me until i counted the swatts to five.and thats the last thing i heard before i felt the strap on my bottom and screamed to the top of my lungs the thick sting shocked me so much that i forgot to count .a minute after that my father delivered the second swat and i realized i hadnt counted so i yelled TWO but quikly i realized that that wasnt the right choice .so in the third swat i yelled one .then two three four and finnaly five. in that point i pulled up my underwear and turned around to face my brothers that were on the couch and threw my self to the ground and squirmed and cryed for around 45 minutes as i still felt the horible throbbing sting that felt like i was still getting the strap.afterwards (i stopped squirming but i was still crying uncontrollably as i held my bottom ) my dad told us sometimes he may seem very rough but that he only wanted to make sure we never forgot what was right from wrong and we became respectful and decent young men that would one day find a girl we loved and make a loving but strict and firm home for our new family.that night i left to bed without supper to show humility and end my punishment.back in the day this was how youth were taught there moral values through strict and firm love as my father raised me..god bless my father and may he rest in peace.i hope

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