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>Hi. There was one time when my uncle gave me a >spanking when I was staying at his house for a few >weeks one summer. I had a cousin about my age and he >got spanked twice in a few days time shortly after I >arrived. My uncle used his belt and spanked his bare >butt and while I didn’t see it I did hear a lot of >the spanking and I was really nervous. > >The time I got mine from him I talked back to my aunt >and he told me that he would give me a spanking and to >go to my room. I sat there for about 15 minutes >scared that he would spank me with his belt. Instead >when he came in I did get a spanking and I did get it >on my bare butt and it was with his hand. It hurt a >lot but not like a belt would have. > >>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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