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>>When I was a junior in a small high school in >>Pennsylvania, my best friend and I got into big >>trouble. We were caught brining alcohol into the >>school in our water bottles. We think someone reported >>us to the office. At the end of the day, we were >>called to the principal's office and questioned about >>the situation. We both tried to lie our way out of it >>but that did not work. We both had the water bottles >>in our back packs still and they were taken. The >>principle was very upset with us both for lying and >>for having the alcohol. He said I am going to report >>this to your parents. Also, you have two options for >>punishment, 3 days of suspension and miss our upcoming >>Prom on Friday night or take corporal punishment. We >>explained that we cannot miss our Prom because we >>bought our dresses and tickets. The principle then >>said, well I guess you have to take the corporal >>punishment. My friend Hailey asked what that would >>consist of and he you will receive 6 swats with a >>wooden paddle. I was mortified. He then gave both of a >>slip for our parents to sign and return tomorrow AM. >>We then walked our and discussed our options. We did >>not want to miss Prom and also did not want to get our >>asses beat. I said, look we have no choice, I am not >>missing our junior Prom. We can take this. The next >>morning, we walked in together and had our slips that >>our parents had signed. We turned them into the office >>and was told to return to the office at 245 PM. It was >>hard to concentrate on anything during the day, know >>what was in our future. After the last bell rang at >>245, I started the slow walk to the office. Once I >>arrived at the office, I saw Hailey walking into the >>principal's office and the door closing. The secretary >>told me to have a seat. I kept thinking about what was >>happening behind the closed door, knowing Haiely was >>going to face the paddle before me. A few seconds >>later, I heard a loud CRACK, repeated quickly by >>another loud CRACK. I thought. oh god, that was the >>paddle landing on Hailey's ass Then another CRACK and >>then I heard Hailey yell out. After 4th smack, I >>heard faint crying coming from the room. It sounded >>like the principle was destroying her ass and I felt >>her pain. The last two swats finally were given. A few >>second later the door opened, and Hailey came walking >>out carrying tissues and wiping her eyes. She looked >>at me and said "god, it's awful and hurts like hell". >>The principle then said, let's go Jessica, your next. >>I got up and was shaking as I walked in. He told me to >>have a seat by his desk and closed the door. He filled >>out some paper work and I had to sign something. The >>principle then said, ok, you are getting 6 swats >>today. He told me to stand up and walk over the a >>wooden table that was on the other side of the room. >>As I walked over, I finally saw the dreaded paddle >>laying on the table. It was huge and had holes drilled >>in it withe black tape on the handle. When I got to >>the table, he picked up the paddle and told me to >>place my feet on a piece of tape that was on the floor >>and bend forward and place my hands and elbows on the >>table. He told me that I had to remain in this >>position during the paddling. Once, I was bent over, >>he approached my left side and placed the paddle >>across my ass. He then pulled it back and swung. The >>first swat landed then a second later the second swat >>landed. My knees buckled and I yelped out after the >>second swat. I straightened my knees and before I knew >>it, the third swat landed. My ass was on fire and I >>wanted to cry my eyes out. I kept my composure knowing >>I only had 3 more to take. The next 3 swats were >>awful. Haiely and I walked to my house after and >>smoked some cigarettes. >In the 1970s I got sent to the official for saying a >bad word Aa a expression to a friend in the hallway I >got a female AP who had a reputation for paddling very >had bending over my cheer skirt went up meaning I got >licks on my cheer panties and skin I got deep bruises >daddy saw them when he was going to belt me but >elected not too daddy raised a stink at the school but >bruises was not considered abuse then in the 70s he >pulled out of cheerleading and I had to wear jeans to >school I loved it earring dresses and skirts they >promoted her after the year ended to a job in the >administration building she had no access to to >students my bottom hurt for three or four days my >other paddlings by male AP hurt but never bruised she >hit way to hard

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