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Subject: Fear Worse Than Reality

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Sonya
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Date Posted: 09:01:22 03/13/25 Thu

Hey Y'all.

I was watching the news yesterday and one of the news stories was about a School District, not a local one, that is considering bringing "the paddle back". My daughter was in the room and started asking me my opinion on the subject. She's heard the stories about my and her Daddy's experiences being spanked at school. Of course as people will do, sometimes the tales are a little more exaggerated than the actual spankings. It kinda goes along with the other "back in my day" stories. She was really curious since she has never been spanked at school. She asked me about some of my experiences on the receiving end. She wanted to know if they were really as bad as we let on when we shared our "good ol' days" stories. I told her about my first experience being sent to the Principal's office and how terrified I was.

In Elementary School older kids, to scare younger ones would talk about the Principal and his "Spanking Machine". Of course the stories were wildly exaggerated. Some kids would talk about "their experiences" being stripped and strapped down to the machine and paddles hitting your bare butt so hard you wouldn't be able to walk after. Kids can have be very descriptive. So like many kids, my own imagination would be running away with me and I was actually scared of the Principal. Being the little girl I was, I managed to get in trouble not all the time, but.. yeah it happened. I managed to get in trouble a few times a year. One day a girl was picking on me on the playground and I let my temper get away from me and punched her in the stomach. OOPS bad choice. I was made to sit on the steps and the teacher scolded me then sent me to the Office. As soon as she said, "Go to the office." I got scared. All the stories I had heard about the Principal's "Spanking Machine" poured into my brain. The more I thought about it the more scared I got. I was feeling like a "Dead kid walking". I was crying by the time I got in the office and the Secretary said, "What's the matter honey?" I sobbed out that I got in trouble and have to see the Principal. She handed me a tissue and told me to take a seat. Buzzed the Principal on the intercom and told her I was waiting. She said, "Mr. D.... is on the phone right now. He'll be with you in a few minutes." I had to wait I guess for five minutes but it seemed like hours. I literally couldn't stop crying. Then I heard the Intercom buzz and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The Secretary answered and I heard a voice say, "Send her in." She told me, "Ok honey, go on in." My knees were shaking when I stood up and I was nearly staggering as I opened the door and walked in. I looked around for signs of the machine I heard so many stories about and didn't see anything other than his desk, a few chairs and pictures and plaques hanging on the wall along with a huge paddle with funny looking letters on it. Which I know now was his Fraternity Paddle. He seemed kind but had a fairly serious tone and asked me to have a seat. He came out from behind his desk and sat down on the front of it and asked me to tell him why I was there. I was sobbing as I told him that I hit another girl because she made me mad. He never raised his voice and while he was serious, his tone was actually kind instead of stern. After talking to me for several minutes about why we shouldn't hit other students and so forth. He finally told me I was going to get paddled. I looked at the paddle on the wall and felt like I was going to pass out. He called the Secretary in and had her shut the door. I was wearing jeans and she asked me if I had anything in my back pockets and I couldn't speak but just shook my head no. Then instead of going to the wall where the paddle was hanging he walked around to the other side of his desk and pulled a different paddle out of the drawer. It wasn't very big. It looked like the one hanging on the wall but much smaller with no writing on it. But it still looked like it could hurt pretty bad. He told me to come over to the side of his desk. My legs were really shaking as I walked over. Then he told me lean over and put my hands on the desk. I did as he said and leaned over. I had a long sweater on and he raised it up holding it out of the way. Then he told me, "Sonya, you're going to get three licks." Then he told me to stay still. He patted the paddle on the seat of my jeans, I braced myself and heard a pop. It was loud and stung but didn't really hurt all that bad. Then he gave me the second and third." I'm not going to say it didn't hurt, but it was nothing like as bad as I anticipated. He had me sit back down and gave me time to calm down as he talked to me. I was still crying some and he handed me a tissue. We talked about fighting and my behavior while He was writing out a couple of notes. He handed me the first one and said, "Give this note to your teacher when you go back to class." and then handed the second one to me and said, "Please give this note to your parents. I want them to know why I had to paddle you today." My stomach sank a little when he told me that. He sat back down on the front of his desk and talked to me some more. He seemed to be really kind. He said, "You were really scared when you came in and I understand why. Kids tell a lot of stories about spanking machines and that big paddle I have hanging over there. But you can see, there is no machine in here and that paddle is nothing but a decoration. I would never hit any kid with that thing." Then he told me, he doesn't like it when children are afraid of him because of wild stories and he asked me to do him a favor and not tell a bunch of wild tales about the paddling I got, and he also hoped I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I got up and I hugged him and promised him I won't lie to other kids about him. Even though I did get spanked by him a couple of times after that, I was no longer afraid of him and whenever other kids told their stories about him, I would shoot down the stories.

I'd like to know. Did you ever have a situation where the fear you had of being spanked was a lot worse than the actual spanking you got?

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Re: Fear Worse Than Reality Jason 09:32:15 03/13/25 Thu

Re: Fear Worse Than Reality Mellissa for Sonya 09:32:32 03/13/25 Thu

Re: Fear Worse Than Reality Marin 20:25:01 03/13/25 Thu

Re: Fear Worse Than Reality -- Sonya, 22:36:18 03/13/25 Thu

Re: Fear Worse Than Reality Allen 17:06:11 03/14/25 Fri

Re: Fear Worse Than Reality Jimmy (Kircher) 07:49:07 08/22/25 Fri

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>Hey Y'all. > >I was watching the news yesterday and one of the news >stories was about a School District, not a local one, >that is considering bringing "the paddle back". My >daughter was in the room and started asking me my >opinion on the subject. She's heard the stories about >my and her Daddy's experiences being spanked at >school. Of course as people will do, sometimes the >tales are a little more exaggerated than the actual >spankings. It kinda goes along with the other "back in >my day" stories. She was really curious since she has >never been spanked at school. She asked me about some >of my experiences on the receiving end. She wanted to >know if they were really as bad as we let on when we >shared our "good ol' days" stories. I told her about >my first experience being sent to the Principal's >office and how terrified I was. > >In Elementary School older kids, to scare younger ones >would talk about the Principal and his "Spanking >Machine". Of course the stories were wildly >exaggerated. Some kids would talk about "their >experiences" being stripped and strapped down to the >machine and paddles hitting your bare butt so hard you >wouldn't be able to walk after. Kids can have be very >descriptive. So like many kids, my own imagination >would be running away with me and I was actually >scared of the Principal. Being the little girl I was, >I managed to get in trouble not all the time, but.. >yeah it happened. I managed to get in trouble a few >times a year. One day a girl was picking on me on the >playground and I let my temper get away from me and >punched her in the stomach. OOPS bad choice. I was >made to sit on the steps and the teacher scolded me >then sent me to the Office. As soon as she said, "Go >to the office." I got scared. All the stories I had >heard about the Principal's "Spanking Machine" poured >into my brain. The more I thought about it the more >scared I got. I was feeling like a "Dead kid >walking". I was crying by the time I got in the office >and the Secretary said, "What's the matter honey?" I >sobbed out that I got in trouble and have to see the >Principal. She handed me a tissue and told me to take >a seat. Buzzed the Principal on the intercom and told >her I was waiting. She said, "Mr. D.... is on the >phone right now. He'll be with you in a few minutes." >I had to wait I guess for five minutes but it seemed >like hours. I literally couldn't stop crying. Then I >heard the Intercom buzz and I nearly jumped out of my >skin. The Secretary answered and I heard a voice say, >"Send her in." She told me, "Ok honey, go on in." My >knees were shaking when I stood up and I was nearly >staggering as I opened the door and walked in. I >looked around for signs of the machine I heard so many >stories about and didn't see anything other than his >desk, a few chairs and pictures and plaques hanging on >the wall along with a huge paddle with funny looking >letters on it. Which I know now was his Fraternity >Paddle. He seemed kind but had a fairly serious tone >and asked me to have a seat. He came out from behind >his desk and sat down on the front of it and asked me >to tell him why I was there. I was sobbing as I told >him that I hit another girl because she made me mad. >He never raised his voice and while he was serious, >his tone was actually kind instead of stern. After >talking to me for several minutes about why we >shouldn't hit other students and so forth. He finally >told me I was going to get paddled. I looked at the >paddle on the wall and felt like I was going to pass >out. He called the Secretary in and had her shut the >door. I was wearing jeans and she asked me if I had >anything in my back pockets and I couldn't speak but >just shook my head no. Then instead of going to the >wall where the paddle was hanging he walked around to >the other side of his desk and pulled a different >paddle out of the drawer. It wasn't very big. It >looked like the one hanging on the wall but much >smaller with no writing on it. But it still looked >like it could hurt pretty bad. He told me to come over >to the side of his desk. My legs were really shaking >as I walked over. Then he told me lean over and put my >hands on the desk. I did as he said and leaned over. I >had a long sweater on and he raised it up holding it >out of the way. Then he told me, "Sonya, you're going >to get three licks." Then he told me to stay still. He >patted the paddle on the seat of my jeans, I braced >myself and heard a pop. It was loud and stung but >didn't really hurt all that bad. Then he gave me the >second and third." I'm not going to say it didn't >hurt, but it was nothing like as bad as I anticipated. >He had me sit back down and gave me time to calm down >as he talked to me. I was still crying some and he >handed me a tissue. We talked about fighting and my >behavior while He was writing out a couple of notes. >He handed me the first one and said, "Give this note >to your teacher when you go back to class." and then >handed the second one to me and said, "Please give >this note to your parents. I want them to know why I >had to paddle you today." My stomach sank a little >when he told me that. He sat back down on the front of >his desk and talked to me some more. He seemed to be >really kind. He said, "You were really scared when you >came in and I understand why. Kids tell a lot of >stories about spanking machines and that big paddle I >have hanging over there. But you can see, there is no >machine in here and that paddle is nothing but a >decoration. I would never hit any kid with that >thing." Then he told me, he doesn't like it when >children are afraid of him because of wild stories and >he asked me to do him a favor and not tell a bunch of >wild tales about the paddling I got, and he also hoped >I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I got up and I hugged >him and promised him I won't lie to other kids about >him. Even though I did get spanked by him a couple of >times after that, I was no longer afraid of him and >whenever other kids told their stories about him, I >would shoot down the stories. > > >I'd like to know. Did you ever have a situation where >the fear you had of being spanked was a lot worse than >the actual spanking you got?

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