Never, ever would tell Mom about getting licks at school cuz she would then give me twice as many at home. What she didn't know did not hurt me.

In 4th grade, a girl in class asked the female teacher if she could go to the bathroom. The teacher brought her to the front-middle of the class and lectured us about only going to the bathroom during recess. Had the girl bend over and as soon as that paddle hit her rear, she pee'ed all over. It was only 4th grade, but I knew that poor girl (Maria) could not have been more humiliated any other way. I think everyone was shocked as not a sound was made, teacher even made her clean it up with paper towels, fortunately she stopped after the first hit.

She was the first one to direct me to go get a spanking from the Asst Principal because I did my homework wrong. The first two whacks were funny, 3rd not so much, 4th hurt, 5th was down right painful!

I too hate it when I search for "hens" and I get a paddle assortment. Good thing you didn't search for "Rooster".

Charlie

once in high school. all it took


my daughter teaches second graders, mostly Indian, (Frisco). they NEVER stop talking . she would love to wail on them.

Good lord

I'm pretty sure those are meant for some kind of S&M stuff, and not for discipline.

I got the paddle twice. Once in 5th grade and once in middle school, but yes, when I hit high school I went plum crazy.

Licks or stadium steps...sometimes coach let us pick, most times not

Spent a lot of school time in the hallway! Mostly for dumb stuff. Finally just quit school and went in the Air Force.

My old man always told them “let me know whenever you provide a whuppin so I can provide another at home.”

I was in the slow learners club so I have vivid memories of paddles in school. Off the top of my head, I don't remember getting any I didn't deserve.

I think i got 6 if i remember correctly.

I earned 5

That 1 I was innocent for still pisses me off totally uncalled for

I had teacher send me to the principal's office once for cutting up in class.
He paddled me.

When I got back to the class I was smiling a bit.
She told me he must not have done a good enough job and sent me back down there.

No more smiles.

In third grade I had a Teacher that paddled one or more students in our class every day. One day during a test, the kid next to me was trying to get me to give him an answer to a question and our teacher saw it. It was to the hall with the paddle for both of us. My Teacher asked "Who first?". I immediately pointed to the other kid. As he was getting paddled, I took off out the door and across the street. The Teacher came out and yelled at me to come back. I yelled back and said "No, I did nothing wrong and started walking towards home." That was an adventure in itself. While cutting across a corner lawn having a birdbath full of birdseed, I stuck my hands in it swirling it around. Turned out that house belonged to our church pastor and he was watching out his window. He knew who I was and called my Mom to tell me stealing his bird seed was a sin. My Teacher never reported me gone to anyone, so it was how my parents found out I was not as School. Passing another house I was attacked by a Rottweiler. It charged me across a lawn and though bit me, did not break my skin. I got away. When I got home I found an unlocked window to climb into the house by stacking up random stuff around to climb on to reach it. Had a good time alone the rest of the day watching TV and playing. My mom when home took me back to school that evening to apologize to my teacher despite me telling her I was getting paddled for doing nothing wrong. I did apologize to my teacher for leaving, but followed it with "I did nothing wrong" and "I will run away again if you try to hit me". The next day I was a hero to the rest of my Class. I bet there was not one fellow student that did not get paddled at least once over the rest of that year. Except me, even when I did do something wrong.

That one with the holes in it makes my butt hurt just looking at it. Was a long time ago but Coach swung a mean paddle.

But that was better than this. A second grade teacher, Ms. Jones, would make a boy that was misbehaving wear a dress in class. She kept a dress in the coat room. At a high school reunion many years ago I asked Jimmy A. if he remembered that dress. He said "remember it hell, everyone thought I was a girl for most of the year!

Times have changed.

I can't remember how many times I got swats but it was enough to lose count. Sometimes I was guilty and other times I was misunderstood. A girl teacher gave me my first in 4th grade and it didn't hurt at all but she was crying afterwards. I thought why did we just go through all that? The coaches and VP made me regret my bad choices and I could barely sit down afterwards. My dad used a thick leather belt on me but it only took one time and I got smarter at hiding things. I support spanking kids but if it's mine then call me and I will come up there and do it myself. I'm only minutes away.

I was acting up in my freshman English class and my teacher finally had enough. She was a tiny woman and pretty lax. She grabbed her paddle and told me to hit the hallway, and when we got there she had me assume the position against the lockers and told me not to move or make a sound. She walked around the corner and came back with one of my coaches (the biggest, meanest one). That dude lit me up. It sounded like a shotgun going off four times (he gave me an extra one for interrupting his class). It took everything I had to keep from crying, and she told me if I told anyone what happened it would be worse next time. The best part was the looks on everyone else's faces when we went back into the classroom after they heard those licks and saw my face. That little woman didn't have any problems in her class for awhile after that. It also took me awhile to tell anyone what really happened.

Not really, the signed hall pass allowed me to leave campus during the 3 lunch periods. There was a good BBQ joint down the street from the HS.

Our elementary principal had the ones with holes in it (so I'm told). He would make sure to open the door to his office when he paddled someone as a gentle reminder to the rest of the students.

we got paddled but there was always a witness in the hall. Never seen girls getting paddled or some one offering free paddles for gifts. Another teacher would make you stand out in-front of class with your arms out, he would taunt you and embarrass you as you stood their like a idiot. I see no problems with either . Well only that my parents should of been called also but today I still dont see any funny business.

Those aren’t the same kinda paddles y’all are talking about....

Those are not for the classroom,,,,,they are for the bedroom (naughty room) !

About 95% of the teachers and coaches I had growing up were (expletive deleted), and took pleasure in it.

I don't miss my childhood.

Just my .02,
LeonCarr

A clear and undeniable lesson in both responsibility and accountability in one swift pop.