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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. > >Paddlings were very common in my school. Usually they >were done in a private room. The hardest one i had >ever received was the only bare bottom paddling i ever >received at the school. I was 16 and 2 of my friends >and i decided to hide behind the drama stage during a >dress rehearsal. We then decided to stick our bare >bottoms out of the curtain and moon everyone in the >building. We ran off and one of the kids got caught >and guess what, he ratted us out. Each one of us were >escorted to one of the private rooms and told to wait. > The drama teacher was an early 40s mom who always >treated all infractions like they were her own kids. >She came into the room i was in and she said since i >like to show my bare bottom she instructed me to >strip. She made me remove all articles of clothing >including my socks and forced me to stay in that room >completely nude. > >The rooms were pretty much sound proof so you could >not hear anything going on outside the rooms there was >also no windows and a code was required to enter. >About 10 minutes later the principal walked in who was >the primary disciplinarian. He was 6"5 and very >strong so when he swung a paddle it really hurt. He >gave me a very stern lecture but what was resulting in >it was the drama teacher, band teacher, the assistant >prinicipal, and the 2 parents who were running the >production all saw my bare bottom and they are all >requesting to administer punishment. Then he left and >said he would return with the culprit. > >He returned about 15 or 20 min later and said since >what we did was so heinous and innappropriate not only >was I going to be paddled, i was going to be paddled >by all 5 of the adults in the room then depending on >the mood maybe a couple extra from him. He also said >every hit was going to be bare bottom. That was 2 >males and 3 females. The 2 males were the band >teacher and one of the parents. He then told us that >they agreed on 6 hits from each of them on all 3 of us. > >1 by 1 the principal would enter with one the >paddlers. He would have me bend over the chair that >was in the room and male band teacher was the first >one. He lined up each hit and administered them very >hard. I was in tears after his 6 hits. My butt was >burning for about 5 minutes when the assistant >principal came in. She was in her 60's and been >paddling over 30 years. She gave me her 6 that were >also very hard and right on the money. I kind of >looked behind me and could see a little of my butt and >it was very red. Few minutes later the female parent >came in, she goes to the gym with my mom every >saturday so she was a little annoyed. She lined up >and swung her 6 very hard. I was barely able to wipe >my tears away when the drama teacher came in. She >laughed at my tears then had me assume the position >where she administered her 6 hits. 24 down and 6 more >to go. It was a good 15 minutes before the other >parent(male) came in. Im not sure if it was because >my bottom was bruised but his hits seemed the hardest. > I'd say that was all but i'd be lying. > >I sat in there for an extended amount of time when my >mom, my 26 year old sister and my father walked in >escorted by the principal. I was lectured again for >my behaviour then my father said i was going to get >paddled by the principal for good measure. My father >held me down on the chair while the principal >administered 6 hits of his own on my already bruised >and sore bottom. The principal said he would leave >them in there with me for any further discussion they >may want to have with me and he would return in >30minutes. he also left his paddle on the floor >against the wall. My sister smirked and said >30minutes. My dad took off his belt and had my mom >and sister hold me down. My dad started to crack my >already sore bottom and back of my thighs with his >belt. After many hard hits he backed up and attempted >said to my mom it was her turn. My mom instead picked >up the paddle that the principal left and she started >to paddle my very sore bottom with the paddle. After >several hits she then took my dads belt and proceeded >to whip me with it. My sister decided to partake and >she used the paddle. Afterwards they all took turns >yelling. Not sure was more scary. The hard paddling >or the yelling. Finally my dad asked how much time >was left and my mom said about 5 minutes. He had my >mom and sister hold me over the chair again while he >continued to crack my butt and backside with his belt. > When the principal came back he told me that i had to >write 10,000 lines and could not return to school >until they were completed. I was disciplined very >hard when i got home but thats a story for another >day. As funny as a prank as it was i am scared to >shower in a public locker room.

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