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>That's a very sweet story. I'm so glad that principal >was kind to you, and cared about your feelings. > >>Honey, I agree with you fully about that Assistant >>Principal. He should not have been in a position >>where he could paddle students. He was removed from >>that position as a result of the investigation after >>the incident involving me and other reports of abusive >>paddlings. He was moved to an administrative position >>with limited contact with students. Then at the end of >>the school year, his contract was not renewed. The >>next school year, we had a new Assistant. >> >>The first time I was sent to the office to be paddled >>was when I was in Third Grade. A girl was making fun >>of me on the playground and I hit her. The teacher >>grabbed me, smacked my butt and then sent me to the >>office. It was really scary because of all the tall >>tales that I had heard about spanking machines, bare >>bottom paddling with this huge paddle he had hanging >>on his wall, and so forth. By the time I got to the >>office, I was already bawling. The Secretary tried to >>comfort me and find out why I was sent to the office >>and I managed to finally tell her that I was there to >>get paddled. She gave me some kleenex and tried to >>calm me down and then called the Principal on the >>intercom. He told her it would be a few minutes. I >>was trying to settle down a little and then the >>intercom buzzed and scared me half to death. I heard >>him say, "Send her in." She told me, "Ok honey, you >>can go on in now." and I had a hard time standing up, >>my legs were shaking so bad. When I got in there, he >>told me to have a seat. I looked for the spanking >>machine and didn't see one but I did see the paddle >>I'd heard about. It was a Frat paddle that was almost >>four feet long hanging on the wall among some plaques >>and certificates. He came around and sat on the front >>of his desk. He was serious when he was talking to me >>but he was also very gentle in his tone. He discussed >>what I had done and why it was wrong to have hit >>another student over calling me names. He gave me >>some Kleenex to wipe my eyes and blow my nose then let >>me throw them away. Then we talked some more. I had >>settled down a little bit and He finally told me that >>he was going to be giving me three licks with the >>paddle. I got scared again, looking at that huge >>paddle hanging on the wall. He went to the desk and >>pulled a paddle out. It was shaped like the frat >>paddle but a lot smaller and about as thick as one of >>the novelty paddles you see in gift shops. He laid the >>paddle on the desk, then walked to the door and called >>the Secretary in to witness. He explained to me that >>she would have to be a witness since I was a girl. >>Then he called me over to the side of his desk. I was >>still unsteady on my feet because my knees were >>shaking so much. He had me lean over with my hands on >>the side of his desk. The Secretary told me, "You're >>gonna be ok honey, it'll be over in a minute." Then he >>asked me if I had anything in my back pockets. Being >>too choked up to speak, I just shook my head no. I was >>wearing jeans and a large sweater that came down >>almost to my knees. He pulled up the sweater. He >>patted the paddle against the seat of my jeans and >>told me to hold still. Then he drew back and gave me a >>sharp pop on the butt. I cried out when it hit, it >>hurt a little but honestly it scared me more than it >>hurt. Then came the second pop and then the third. He >>let go of my sweater and it dropped back covering my >>butt. I was crying pretty hard but was relieved it was >>over. The Secretary patted me on the back and told me >>I'd be ok then walked of the room. He asked me to sit >>back down because he wanted to talk to me. My butt was >>a little sore but I sat down without much difficulty. >>He handed me some more tissue so I could dry my eyes >>and blow my nose again. He filled out a couple of >>forms and then came back around to the front of the >>desk and sat down on it again. He handed me the forms >>telling me, "I need you to take this form to your >>teacher when you get back to class. It's your excuse >>to go back to class explaining that you had been >>paddled for fighting." Then he handed me the other >>note and said, "I need you to take this note home to >>give to your Mommy or Daddy. It's telling them that I >>had to paddle you today and why, so they can discuss >>your behavior with you, OK?" My heart sank a little >>when he said that, because I knew I'd be getting my >>bare little butt spanked at home for getting in >>trouble at school (which I did). Then he said, "Sonya, >>I want to talk to you about something. I noticed how >>terrified you were when you came in here and that >>really bothers me. I know all about the stories >>students tell about spanking machines and that big >>paddle on the wall and other nonsense. They tell those >>stories just to scare younger kids and that really >>upsets me. I don't want you or anybody else to be >>afraid of me, even if I have to paddle you for >>something. You can see there's no spanking machine in >>here, just some furniture and the stuff I have hanging >>on the walls. As far as that big paddle over there >>goes, That's just a decoration. I have never used that >>on a student and I can promise I never will." He got >>off the desk, knelt down in front of me and took my >>hand and said, "I want you to promise me something. >>Promise me you won't tell those same stories you've >>heard to scare other kids." I smiled and said, "yes >>sir." Then he said, "Also, if you ever need to come >>see me about anything. It doesn't have to be to get >>paddled. If you have a problem, or just want to talk >>about something important to you, or even just to come >>in and say hello, my door is always open to you and >>every other student in this school. Ok?" I smiled, >>nodded my head then stood up and gave him a big hug. >>Then he sent me on my way... I did get paddled by him >>again in fourth grade for fighting along with the girl >>I was fighting with and then Ramona, me along with >>three other girls got our butts spanked by hand by him >>outside after school one day when we got into a fight. >>But I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I really liked >>him a lot in spite of the fact he paddled me a couple >>of times. >> >>Most of the other spankings I got in school (and there >>were plenty) were from teachers.

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