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>The schools I went to, had spankings and paddlings. I >got spanked or paddled every year between first and >seventh grade. I got a few by hand, in the early >grades and one by hand in sixth grade from the >Principal. Most of the spankings by the teachers in >Elementary School happened right in front of the >class. In addition to the paddle I got spanked with a >ruler over my pants a couple of times in second grade. >It hurt my feelings more than it did my butt. > >My first trip to the office was in third grade. A girl >made fun of me on the playground and I punched her in >the stomach. The teacher grabbed me, gave me a slap on >the butt and sent me to the Principal's office. There >were a lot of rumors about the Principal including >that he enjoyed beating children, he had a "spanking >machine" and you had to undress and got spanked by the >machine till you'd be black and blue. He also had a >gigantic paddle and he would beat your bare butt with >it. So having heard all this and not knowing any >better, I was scared to death when I got sent to the >office. I was bawling before I got to the office and >wanted to run away. The Secretary tried to comfort me >while the Principal was on a phone call. I'd stopped >crying but was still scared. When the intercom buzzed >and he told her to send me in, I started crying all >over again and had a hard time walking because my legs >were shaking so bad. The Secretary tried to assure me >everything would be ok. I walked into the office and >he didn't seem mean at all. I looked frantically >around the room for the spanking machine but only saw >the regular desk, chairs and a couple of book shelves. >But I did see the gigantic paddle. It was about three >feet long and had funny looking letters on it. (his >frat paddle). I was about to hyperventilate when I saw >that monstrosity. He had me take a seat, then he came >around from behind his desk and sat on the front of it >and started talking to me. He saw how terrified I was >and I kept looking at the paddle and then back at him. >While he was fairly serious his tone was very gentle. >I managed to tell him what I had done and that I was >sent there to be spanked. But rather than paddle me >right away, he kept talking to me. Then after several >minutes he told me we needed to get my paddling over >with and then we would talk some more. He walked back >behind his desk and opened the drawer and got a >smaller paddle out. It was shaped like one of the >novelty paddles you see in gift shops but it was a >little thicker. It looked like it would hurt. Then he >walked to the door and had the Secretary come in. He >explained he needed to have her come in and witness >since I was a girl. Then he had me to get up and come >over to the desk and the Secretary whispered to me, >"It's gonna be ok honey." He told me to come put my >hands on the desk and lean over. Then asked me if I >had anything in my back pockets. I shook my head no >and then he said, "Sonya, I'm gonna give you three >licks and I need you to hold still, ok?" I had a long >sweater on that came half way down to my knees and >jeans under it. He raised up the sweater hand held it >in his hand as he put his hand on my back. Then I felt >the paddle patting against my butt. I started crying >again, and he gave me three pops that did sting but >weren't all that bad." Then he let go of my sweater >and patted me on the back and told me to sit back >down. He thanked the Secretary and she also patted me >on the back and asked if I was ok. I was crying but >nodded I was. Then she patted me on the back again and >left the office. The Principal asked me to have a seat >because he wanted to talk to me about something. But >first he got some forms out of his desk and filled >them out. He came back around to the front of his desk >and gave me some tissues to blow my nose and wipe my >eyes, then held up a trash can to throw them in. He >handed me the first note and said, "I need you to give >this to your teacher when you return to class, ok?" >Then he handed me the second note and said, "I need >you to take this one home for your parents to read and >sign. I have to tell them you got paddled today and >why." Then he wanted to talk to me. I was still >sniffling a little but wasn't really crying anymore. >He started talking about how scared I was when I came >to see him. He told me he knows all about the rumors >that kids tell about spanking machines and how mean he >is and how he uses that giant paddle to beat them >with. He said, "You can see, there is no spanking >machine in here, and as far as that paddle over there >is concerned. It's just a decoration. There is no way >I would ever use it on a child." Then he said, "It >really upsets me that younger kids are so scared of me >because of all these stories older kids like to tell." >He got down on his knees and took both of my hands and >said, "I need you to do something for me Sonya. I need >you to promise me, you won't tell any younger students >scary stories about me, Because I don't want kids to >be afraid of me. Will you do that for me?" I smiled >and I promised him I wouldn't tell lies about him. >Then he said, "You don't have to be in trouble to come >see me, Ok? if you want to talk about something or >have a problem or just want to pop your head in and >say Hello, my door is always open to you and every >student in the school, OK?" Then I smiled and got up >and hugged him. > >I had to see him in the office once in fourth grade >again for fighting and the girl and I both got three >licks. Then after talking to us both after. He asked >us to shake hands. We not only shook hands but hugged >each other and got along pretty good after that, and >he spanked me along with Ramona and three other girls >for fighting after school out on the playground. But >he just used his hand and told us to go on home. He >threatened to call our parents but he never did. I >really liked him and I see him at church every Sunday. >He always talks about how I was one of his best >students. > >Sonya

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