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>It's Ok hon, I'm not upset. I made the decision >before I ever started sharing my experiences I would >not give out personal information like; > >last names - Limiting that to a letter or a blank > >locations - While I've mentioned common vacation spots >and other points of interest and said I was born, and >live in the south, I never will share which City or >State, the name of the schools I or my children attend >and so forth. > >photos etc...: People have asked me for photos before >and I won't share them. You're not the only person to >ask for that picture. It was a cute picture, and not >ashamed of it at all but at the same time, I was >underage and it was kind of personal. But I'll be a >good sport and describe it for you in a little more >detail. > >It was a typical Hight School Principal office. He >like so many others had a large desk and a few chairs >in there, pictures of his family and his certificates >mounted on the wall behind his desk. Sports trophies >on his shelves from his high school and college days. >He played football and baseball. He had an oversized >frat paddle hanging on the wall (no I don't think he >ever used it on a kid). The paddle he used was a >typical school paddle made of Georgia Pine. If you >ever saw the comic book "The Archies" he looked like >the Principal of Riverdale High, Mr. Weatherbee. >Except he had more hair and a salt and pepper beard. >He almost always wore a black, blue or grey suit and a >tie except on Fridays because the school staff dressed >down that day. But even on dress down days, he wore >slacks instead of jeans. He was normally a very jolly >man but could be deadly serious when he had to be. My >friends who had been paddled by him, said, hit pretty >hard, but wasn't abusive about it. Even though I never >got paddled for real by him, because my parents signed >no on the corporal punishment permission slips. He >could give a scolding that would leave you in tears. >In addition to him, there was the School Secretary who >was our "Boss" she was a sweet older woman who had >previously been a Math Teacher and retired. She didn't >like being retired, but she came back as the School >Secretary. She dressed her age and looked like an old >fuddy duddy, but she was anything but. She loved kids >and was a lot of fun to work with. She was really >funny when she got flustered, she would use a lot of >"substitute words" like "fudge" and "shoot", or her >favorite was "what the hello" Then she'd cover her >mouth and say "Oops, pardon my French" in her very >strong Southern Accent. > >There were four of us girls in the picture all four >wore dresses or skirts with blouses. At that time >skirts were still short, so ours were all just above >the mid-thigh in length. Mine was a lavender blouse >with a dark blue pleated skirt. My hair was dark brown >and I normally wore it straight or would have long >dangling curls. That day I curled it instead of being >lazy and my hair came down to the middle of my back. > >The girls all posed behind the desk while I leaned >over the side of it. The principal was more or less >behind me holding his paddle and the secretary stood >with the girls, on the other side. I was smiling in >the first picture and the second picture where he >popped me on the but my look was a combination of >smiling and surprise. I figured he was going to make >it look like I was being spanked, but I didn't think >he'd really pop me on the butt. So the surprised look >on my face was genuine. > >There you go. Just wanted to share that to give you an >idea of what she scene looked like to show there's no >hard feelings. > >Have a good day Brett.

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