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The Paddle In the Classroom

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

A long time ago, in this land, things were different.  CP – corporal punishment – was the norm in high school.  Let me tell you of three experiences I had back then.  Interestingly and coincidentally they all occurred in the same room in the old high school that is being demolished now for I was a student there and then a teacher starting a few years latter until I retired a few years ago.

It is important that I mention that I also taught night school after a few years.  It really was not an extra job but just an additional class to teach in the evenings for additional remuneration.  Naturally, the student body makeup was completely different.  Instead of the regular high school student body of thirteen to nineteen year olds they were adults who wanted get a high school diploma because they were either immigrants or dropouts who realized their mistake.  They were well behaved having long past the adolescent rebellious and trouble making phase of their lives and they were all there because they wanted to attend rather than being forced by parents or the law.  That and since the school was not in loco parentis CP was not used at night as it was during the day.

There was a problem that I never dreamed that I would have – getting out after class on time.  They were so enthusiastic that after the bell, I would be surrounded by a mob of eager students with questions.  Fortunately, many used the city bus and they had to leave shortly after class to catch it or face an hour wait for the next one.  Fortunately, I had my car so I was not mobbed as I went home alone as I would have been on the bus.

But, I digress as old men tend to do.  There are several paddings that I remember very well.  Of course, there was my first – as a student.  I had gotten into an argument with a teacher and it got very loud.  So loud that it carried into the hall.  It was my misfortune that the VP was passing just then.  He stepped into the classroom using the rear door while I was facing the teacher at the front so I did not see him.  I was told later that he had listened for a few minutes and heard me not only shouting at the teacher but her ignored orders for me to cease and desist and sit down immediately.  It was when he roared my name that I came to my senses and shut up.  By then, however, it was much too late to avoid a paddling.

He ordered me to the front of the class and took the paddle from the teacher who had extracted it from the desk drawer.  I had to drop both my jeans and briefs before bending over the teacher's desk, mooning the entire class.  All my classmates were watching in silence, enjoying my humiliation and anticipating my forthcoming roasting.  I wish I could boast about how brave and manly I was but the truth was that I yelled loudly for each of the hard stingers that the VP gave me.  I surely would have been crying if I had gotten eight instead of just six pops.  Fortunately, I was allowed to pull up my pants before turning around and going to standing at the back of the class for the rest of period.  (That was not an additional punishment but a practical necessity since I feared even to try to sit down.)© YLeeCoyote

At the end of the class, I was given a "request for a punishment" slip by the teacher to give to the VP for the record.  Constantly for the rest of the term, I was teased about my cute butt, how bright red it turned under the VP paddling and my "bawling like a baby".

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I remember without any pain the first paddling that I inflicted on a student.  It was just the second month of my first term as a regular teacher (not student-teacher nor, as called today, an intern) and getting a real paycheck.  I was back at my old high school and nothing had really changed.  Many of the staff were the same and they said the students were exactly the same also with only trivial changes as to which pop star they were idolizing.

Of course as the newbie, I was being challenged and tested and I had managed to resist being drawn into any hasty response which would have forced unfair harsh discipline on one or more of the students.  That would have probably been considered unjust by the students and have caused me problems.  But it was Hector "Butch" Molloy who pushed me beyond the line which forced my hand.

Molloy drifted into my class late, did not have his homework and was full of attitude.  He pushed and I had to respond – in a clear cool way – or have a hard time for the rest of the year and perhaps longer.  I gave him a choice as I sat at my desk and wrote out a punishment slip.  "Molloy, you can take this to the VP … or … get into position over my desk."  I put him into a difficult position for he was already on probation and being sent to the VP would have had terrible consequences in additional to a paddling.  Everyone was silent including me as we waited for his response.

He stepped to the front of my desk and with his hand on his belt buckle asked if this would be the end of this.  I said it would be.  I then tore the slip up and took the paddle from the desk drawer.  He dropped his jeans and briefs and bent over.  He always presented a manly appearance as he swaggered about the school and now I could see that he was very manly under his pants also.

I assumed my position with the paddle noting the earnest faces of my other pupils.  I immediately wished that they would look like that when I was lecturing.  I double checked my position, tapping his ass with the paddle and then raised it up.  I brought it down.  I knew it had to be hard for this guy or he would laugh and claim I was a total wimp.  It made a resounding WHACK!  Butch just snorted.  I gave him a full half dozen and then told him to return to his seat and have his homework tomorrow.  I returned the paddle to the desk drawer and saw that he sat down showing how macho he was.

Butch messed up later that year and dropped out from school.  I stayed on but paddling Butch helped my reputation.

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It was some ten years later that I encountered Butch again.  He showed up in my night school class.  Surprisingly he had changed.  He had done a couple of years in the service and now was a manager at a all-night dinner meaning that he was the on-site guy in charge of the midnight shift some five nights a week.  He always showed up looking like a gentleman – in a tie, dress shirt, slacks and a blazer – rather than scruffy (work) clothes like most of the other students.  His attitude was good, no, great.

It was several weeks into the term when I messed up.  One pleasant day there was major disruption in the morning with several stink bombs being detonated in the school right after the fire alarm had been pulled.  On the advice from the police and fire departments, all classes and activities were canceled for the day, to resume the next morning.  I took advantage of this, went home, changed and went for a short hike in the woods.  On the way back, I stopped to eat and met another teacher who asked why I was there rather than at school.  It was then that I learnt that night school had not been canceled (as I apparently misunderstood from the morning announcement) and, therefore, I was now late.  I scarfed a few more bites and dashed off to my class.

The students were about leave since I was fifteen minutes late.  Even though this was night school, they knew about the old college joke about a professor who is ten minutes late being very rare.  So rare that he is in a class by himself.  I did the best I could with the lecture having planned to work on it after regular school had finished.  It was embarrassing.  To make matters worse, I did not have the homework I had corrected to return to them.

Butch waited until all the others had left before he attacked.  "You were not prepared for class like you should have been, Mr. Milmo.  You were even late."

"I thought it had been canceled like the day school." I replied, "I only learnt that it had not been when I had met a friend in the coffee shop."

"And you did not have our corrected assignments to return to us which was your homework."

"That's at home – all corrected.  I'll bring it next time like I said."  This was getting very strange but before I could try to stop it, he pushed on.

"I suppose that is better than saying the dog ate it but not much.  Also, you look like a slob.  Your attitude is not very good, Mr. Milmo."  He paused and not knowing what to say, I remained silent.  "Do you remember saying these sort of things to my classmates and me … And what you did?"

"You're getting out of line, Molloy.  I've already apologized."

"Apologizes were not all that were required by you.  Give me the paddle from the desk."

"Don't be ridiculous Molloy.  You better go now."

"Not so fast, Milmo.  Now drop them and bend over the desk.  Just be glad that not everyone is watching."

I started to protest, but he had a command presence just like VP had when I was a student.  He was even dressed like a powerful adult while I was like slovenly high school student.  I was overwhelmed and he continued.

"Do you want to be sent to the VP?  Or should we take care of this here and now?"

I just couldn't stand up to him.  Slowly, I moved to the front of the desk, opened my belt and pants which fell to the floor while he took the paddle from the desk drawer.  When I hesitated, he told me to stop wasting time and to drop my briefs or there would be extras.  I complied and then bent over.  I gripped the side of the desk tightly and braced myself for the assault.  The sort of punishment that I had not felt in almost two decades.

I did not have to wait long.  Just seconds later the hard oak paddle crashed into my butt just like when the VP paddled did years earlier.  It hurt enough that I yelped and Butch chuckled and gave me another cut which hurt even more.  By the time he got to eight I was sobbing and by ten I was begging him to stop.

He did stop, but not because I was begging.  He told me to get dressed and warned me that next time it would be in front of the class.  Then he went on to tell me that this was the same classroom that I paddled him some ten years before and to get going.  I quickly pulled up my pants, got my stuff and vamoosed.  I stopped to wash my face and then rushed to my car and home.

I slept prone that night just like I had when I was a teen in high school and got paddled.  Of course I expected that I would do that but what surprised me was that I felt like a well paddled school boy.  I knew that I had better be good or this would happen again for he was definitely far more dominant than I was.

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This was not the end of it for a few weeks later, he dropped by my house.  I could not keep him from getting in and then he was lecturing me about not being up to standards in class.  A short time later, he had taken my pants down and was spanking me like a was a little boy.  A week later he moved in and has been roasting my tail regularly ever since.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. September 24, 2011

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