School Spankings by Female Teachers

Any men out there who remember being spanked in school by a female teacher? When and where I went to school, it was a frequent occurrence. Girls were rarely spanked in school, but boys were spanked often, by lady teachers.

YEP! My first paddling in school was in second grade from a lady teacher. That paddle seemed gigantic as a second grader. I think it fully covered both of my cheeks. The witness was also a female teacher. Made me bend over and grab my ankles for it- 3 whacks. This was in Ohio around 1977-1978. Paddling was very much alive and well in Ohio then!

Yes, there was one female teacher in my parochial elementary school who had boys lay over her knee & would spank them. I only saw it happen & experienced it one year, either 4th or 5th grade in the mid 70s. She did it right in the classroom in front of the whole class.

There was another teacher who instead hand wrote a note about our "deliberate disobedience" that we had to take home & get our parents to sign & we had to bring it back the next day. Boys got the note more, but occasionally girls would get one too.

When I was in school, most of our teachers were female from elementary to high school. Many of them paddled, especially in elementary and junior high. The few female teachers who didn't paddle would send us to the principal's office to be paddled. Even those who paddled sometimes did that anyway if they didn't want to take time out from class to take us out in the hallway and paddle us. By high school, I don't think that most female teachers paddled, but would send us to the assistant principal who was in charge of discipline. I remember a few freshman and sophomore boys in high school who were paddled by female teachers but I don't really remember that happening to junior and senior boys. They ended up in the assistant principal's office.

As for me, I got more than my share of paddlings in school. My first was from a female teacher in elementary school. It was routine to be sent out of the classroom into the hallway and have the teacher go to one of the other classrooms to get another teacher to be a witness. The teacher would have us bend over and grab our ankles and give us three hard swats. The swats were hard enough to echo in the hallway and let everyone on the hall know that somebody was getting their butt paddled. I don't remember much more to it except after getting my swats I was led back into the classroom and sent back to my desk where I put my head down. I do remember that my butt burned from the paddling and it was embarrassing. That happened several times in elementary school and junior high although I did earn a few trips to the principal's office, which we dreaded because the principal was male and we thought that he paddled harder. Maybe he did, although I never felt like I got away with anything by only being paddled by a female teacher.

@davidwest wish I went to your school. 😃

That meant that she would continue to spank her former students (my boys) all the way through and sometimes beyond high school if she saw it fit to do so. No parents were opposed to their child getting a good spanking from Miss Jones, whenever she saw the need. She even spanked former students that had become young adults, when they committed an offense such as getting a traffic ticket, or getting into a fight.

Spanking former students beyond high school and as young adults? C'mon now. How unlikely is that unless it was a sex thing? And if true, Miss Jones must have been the town dominitrix, aside from having a job as a teacher. And frankly, in many communities, someone like that would just as likely be run out of town as opposed to parents looking on kindly.

It's a wonderful fantasy, but it sounds more like a Wonder Woman turned Domme comic, with a secret identity as school teacher and all ... ha ha ha.

Very common in the UK in the 1950s and 1960s. I attended a big junior school (7yrs - 11 yrs) in the East Midlands. There were three classes in each year group, with 40 - 45 pupils per class. It was a tough / rough town...all coal mines, railways, truck depots and factories. Most of my relatives were coal miners. There were some hard-bitten kids in the school. Discipline was harsh and frequently used. We had a headmaster (strict but fair) but 9 of the 12 class teachers were women. They were not soft on us boys. We viewed them as old harridans or 'battleaxes' *in truth, they were probably in their 30s.

Only the headmaster could use the cane....but all of the teachers could spank us, slipper us and strap us. Forget the romanticised stoicism of TV dramas etc, the strap was horrible and it really hurt....a lot. But, this is about spanking. If anything, the women were worse than the men. Being spanked on the bottom over your trousers (& all spankings took place in front of everyone in the class) was usually bearable ( in state schools teachers were not allowed to make boys lower their trousers, much less their underwear).

But.,female teachers were vicious and nasty. The first 'trick' they had was this: All boys of that era wore short trousers all year round. These ladies would grab your trousers by the waistband and yank it up really hard. This was actually quite painful, pulling the material tight into your groin, cutting into the soft skin and actually hurting your balls. It also exposed part of your buttocks and the tender area at the top of your thighs.

Not only would they spank you, but they would slap the exposed skin on the thighs. Slaps on the bare skin were really stinging. They often slapped the back of the legs too ( often leaving clear handprints!), not to mention the inside of the thighs. I much preferred being punished by the men who simply spanked your bottom hard, but they rarely slapped legs / thighs.

I was spanked by my third grade teacher, Mrs. Gordon. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was hanging out with 3 other boys during recess when there was some incident (I don't remember what it was). I wasn't part of the event, but I got included in the punishment.

When we returned from recess, Mrs. Gordon gave the class some assignment to work on then picked up her paddle and started toward the cloak closet in the back of the classroom. She called out to the names of the boys that were to join her in the closet. It was the first time for me ever. The three boys admitted their guilt but I did not because I wasn't involved. I wanted the other three boys to tell the teacher I was innocent but they remained silent. (I learned later that they wanted to see me get punished for something. I was one of the 'goody-two-shoes' boys in the class.)

The three boys lined up for their paddling. Each stood with hands on their knees and received three swats on the seat of their pants. None of the boys cried but I could tell it really hurt. I was determined not cry as well as I got into the same position. I got my three swats. It really stung, but I held back my tears as I stood up. Then Mrs. Gordon told me to get back into position. I was to get 6 swats (3 more) because I had refused to admit my guilt. The next 3 swats on top of the first three got me crying. I was the only boy that returned to their desk crying.

In primary school the youngest children weren't punished with a strap but were spanked. I remember the boys would line up to go over Miss Bowen's knee. I don't think she spanked very hard and I avoided it. One day the headmaster came down to spank a boy. He put his foot upon a chair and draped the unfortunate victim over his knee. He spanked him very hard and the boy screamed. It seemed the louder he screamed the harder he spanked. He would have given twenty spanks and I'm sure the boy was bruised. Spankings were rare in older children but female teachers hit us on the hand with straps. Girls were not supposed to get corporal punishment but there were rare exceptions. Girls were better behaved than boys but for the recalcitrant ones I suspect the strap was still on the table. I once caught a glimpse through a door of a girl of about 12 with black panties over a female teachers lap.

I wanted the other three boys to tell the teacher I was innocent but they remained silent. (I learned later that they wanted to see me get punished for something. I was one of the 'goody-two-shoes' boys in the class.)

I hope you got your revenge by later becoming a lawyer, doctor or maybe a nuclear scientist ... that's what the good kids do ... ha ha.

Refs John Sitter..,.That was tough, and a harsh life lesson. Not only were you punished for something you genuinely did not do, but you received extra punishment for truthfully not admitting to something you had not done. I know as a schoolboy in England - how outraged and indignant we felt when we were punished for misdemeanours which were nothing to do with us. If you had done wrong and been found out, then you sort of accepted that you would be spanked, strapped etc....

It was a tough lesson. I was angry that the other boys hadn't defended me, but more angry that my teacher hadn't believed me. However, it was beneficial overall. I learned that life wasn't always fair. I gained 'creds' with the other boys in the class (instead of just the 'good' boys). They're a lot more fun. Quickly my circle of friends grew much wider. Yes, they/we got into more mischief and occasionally paid the price, but it was an OK tradeoff.

I have already related the experience with very anti tobacco teachers in grade six. I though I had been paddled before that but after she burned five of us a new hiney for chewing tobacco during a baseball game I gained a lot more respect for the paddle and for her. She was small pretty woman but she swung that paddle with the effect of Hand Arron swinging a bat. I had already been sexualized by spanking from playing spanking games with some other kids but that one gave me an erection every time I thought about it.

That spring the main part of the school was destroyed by fire (maybe the spanking got too hot) so we were divided into accessory buildings for the next year. The teachers came to us instead of the students changing rooms for for different classes as the 7th and 8th grades operated on a junior high system.

The teacher the was assigned to teach us English and Civics felt it was her civic duty to lay the board to as many butts as she could. She had her own little office in an isolate area off the gym which had not burned as it was separate from the main building. That was where she carried out her favorite past time, busting ass. She had that little office as she was also the vice principal. She was tall as opposed to the 6th grad teacher although no quiet as good looking but she had an air of regality. By then I was addicted to have the wood applied to my posterior. I would do things that would earn me a visit to her hideaway even week or two.

She was not shy about the force or number of times she applied that beautiful piece of wood to a bottom, I think that paddle was the first time I feel in love. I went on the eight grade and had no classes under her but she was still the vice principal and I was lucky enough to get to visit her occasionally.

On to high school and the paddling stopped. Looking back the 7th grade was was one of the best trimesters of my life. Of course now this is child abuse, but this one "abused" child that would give anything to relive those nine months.

Rob

I am not a man, but I remember well getting paddled in the private school I went to. I usually got it because I didn't finish my homework. The teacher would take us out in the hall one by one and we would have to bend over. Ping pong paddles hurt like hell! I don't remember how many I got but it was more than once or twice. Sometimes the principal would do it. It was worse for girls because we only had on our dresses and undies. The boys, if they knew they were gonna get it, would fold up wads of paper towels into their back pockets for padding. I believe it worked for a bit, but then they got found out about and got in more trouble. There was also an incident where one of the boys was stuffing paper towels down the toilets and causing major plumbing problems. The principal came in and pretty much yelled at our whole class (3rd to 6th graders) and said that if she found out who the boy was that was doing it, he was going to get a bare bottom spanking! The teachers after that also had to stand outside the boys bathroom and monitor who was in there, how many, etc. I don't think they ever caught the kid, but wow, bare butt with a ping pong paddle, or the paddle with holes would not have been fun!!!

Yes I was spanked at school and sometimes by a female teacher. It was a very effective means of punishment, just the threat of it worked a treat, there was one that would like at me with a really stern and say things like "are you volunteering to go over my knee Tommy?" I would shake my head vigorously and be on my best behaviour for the rest of the lesson. She spanked very hard and would not stop until I was kicking and howling.

I can't remember ever being spanked/paddled by a female teacher. All of the spankings that I received were from men. Too bad really. If we had a female teacher that needed to discipline one or more of us, she would call the assistant principal or a male teacher to do the dirty work. And I remember one substitute male teacher that seemed to especially like the job of supplying the discipline. It seemed that a big part of his job wasn't actually substitute teaching. Most of his time seemed to be spent as an enforcer, going from classroom to classroom and paddling the kids that had "behavior issues".

I was in elementary in the late 50's and early 60's. Up until 6th grade the teacher would usually administer spankings unless it was a serious enough matter to get the principal involved. In those days the teachers were about 95 % female, so I got a few from a female. The witness was also usually another female teacher. I don't think teachers were allowed to use anything but their bare hand, but the principal used a wooden paddle. From 6th grade on all spankings had to be administered by the same sex, as well as a same sex witness. Also, from that point on spankings could be administered with pants down, or skirts up in the case of girls. This was rare and reserved for serious offenses.

Yes i was spanked often . Only later did it start to become a turn on .

I got many paddling in school especially from sixth grade on. Not that I ever thought I was bad but paddling were very common and it didn’t take much to get one with most teachers. I never thought much about them until my senior year and for some reason that year I got a little excited about getting one even though I still hated them and they hurt like hell.

I went into my senior year only needing a full year of English to graduate I had all of my other credits so my first semester I had three study halls, English class, Art Class and Wood Shop. The second semester, the counselor made me add a class so I would have four class. So after looking over what I could take I didn’t have many options, either I already had that class or I thought it was to hard and didn’t want to add a lot of work to me. So I decided my first period class would be pre-algebra so I would be in class with mainly all freshman but I knew this would be a breeze. I attended a small school around 80 students for each grade so the middle school students were in the downstairs and high school upstairs. I told this to say this. The pre-algebra teacher was actually a middle school math teacher that taught the one high school class. She was young probably 25 or so and because of being a middle school teacher with mostly a freshman class her rules were more strict than let’s say a junior/senior class. In her class if you got your name on the board and two checks she paddled you with three swats.

I did well until March, when I was tardy to class, then got a check for talking and I don’t remember my other check was for but anyway I got three. She put the check on the board turned around looked at me and said let’s go and went and got her paddle out of her desk drawer. For some reason during this time I started getting an erection which had never happened before in all of my school paddling’s. By the time I got up and out the door it mostly went down but I remember thinking what is going on?? I got the witness the teacher next to us. My teacher talked to me a few minutes told me to turn around and out my hands on my knees. At this point the erection was coming back, even though my heart felt like it was in my throat and I had butterflies in my stomach. She had a reputation of giving hard paddling’s. She asked me if I was ready responded with a yes ma’am and then after a pat or two I could hear the paddle coming and then POW!! My erection went down and my eyes and mouth got big. A burn/ sting that went down into my thighs. By the second one I let out a good AWE/OW the third literally brought me up on my toes with an OUCH!!! so I knew her reputation was very true.

If I didn’t learn my lesson from that one at the end of April the freshman had to take an annual state exam for freshman and the entire middle school was taking their annual state exams. Which means I was the only one in the class and in fact I was the only student on the first floor that wasn’t taking an state exam. The test lasted two days, on the second day I asked if I could go to the restroom and she told me there and back, be quite as possible and don’t disturb any class. Well me being me I went over into the other building got my girlfriend out of class and talked to her. On my way back I ran into Ms B she had came looking for me and she wasn’t happy by the look on her face. She told me when she got me back to class she was going to set my bottom on fire so I better be prepared. As we walked I had the same feeling in my throat and stomach but got fully erect I still to this day don’t understand this. We stopped and got a witness and went in the room. She got her paddle told me to turn bend down with hands on my knees. Same routine as the first except this time instead of three I got five swats and for the first time in a long time I had a few tears running down my face afterwards but still fully erect after she finished. As I turned around to go to my seat I grabbed each cheek with my hands and I guess I kind of clinched my butt at the same time and I know she saw my erection. She looked down them away and looked back for a second look I guess to make sure she saw what she thought she saw. So between my red face/tears and her seeing my erection I would say this was one of my most embarrassing spankings I ever had.

About 10 or so years later I ran into her and asked her as we talked if she was still spanking butts. She told not anymore because only the principals could but she told me she never paddled any students over their freshman year even though she taught algebra two with sophomore and juniors she never paddled them. It made me wonder if her seeing me erect she thought maybe I wanted it and enjoyed it which I can honestly say I didn’t want it or enjoy it at all.

sorry so long.

@CDA3

I grew up 30 years before you and never heard of anyone getting spanked at school. Thought school spankings were a thing of the past even back then.

No absolutely not. We got it regularly. In fact the county I live in now the county schools cm still paddle but don’t very often. Btw I grew up in the south.

@CDA3

I grew up 30 years before you and never heard of anyone getting spanked at school. Thought school spankings were a thing of the past even back then.

You can go to corpun.com and look up student handbooks. There you can see where paddling in schools are still done and their guidelines for it.

Only once, but it was in junior high school (middle school), as punishment for "talking during a quiz" (basically telling a classmate cheating off my quiz to buzz off.)

Mrs. K, the teacher involved, was a woman in her early 30s who had a generous tummy and hips, and was apparently into hips, herself. She was notorious for spanking male students with a wooden paddle on any or no excuse... but until it happened to me, I didn't know about her "special touch" during the paddlings.

With a smile, Mrs. K warned me I'd be getting a spanking after that quiz.

I had to follow her into the hallway, where she alerted her friend, the female History teacher across the hall, to the spanking about to commence. Interrupting her own lecture, and unable to conceal a grin, said History teacher joined us in the hall.

Mrs. K told me to bend over, and to my astonishment, I felt her hand smoothing the fabric of my trousers across my hips. "To make sure you feel this," she explained. I was too stunned to say anything.

The History teacher kept her own fingertips on her grinning lips and giggled as I got five hard whacks to my hips... each with Mrs. K re-smoothing the seat of my pants before the subsequent whack. I couldn't see Mrs. K's expression as she did this, but she was grinning ear to ear as she warned me I'd get more of the same if I talked in class again. (I didn't.) The History teacher returned to her class with another giggle. "Let me know!!"

I wondered whether their husbands got similar treatment, only pants down.

You can go to corpun.com and look up student handbooks. There you can see where paddling in schools are still done and their guidelines for it.

I believe you. Must be the Southern Baptists. 😀

I believe you. Must be the Southern Baptists. 😀

I guess it is. Back when I was a kid it so regular both at school and home that we didn’t know any difference. We thought everywhere was like us. Of course no Internet so limited resources back then.

I got swats at least every other day if not everyday. Like one day it was I'm just tired of your shit today. Lol and it wasn't just me.

Oh yes my 4th 5th and 6th grade teachers. They'd slap us too. the worst time I got slapped was the day after John Lennon died and my sixth grade teacher was a big Beatles fan and I told her the joke why don't you go to a Beatles concert because if you have to pee they don't have a john. She slapped the shit out of me.

The teacher (women) once again caught me running in the corridor (it was strictly forbidden in my school); I was 9 years old.She took me to a small classroom on the top floor. She locked the door. Then she said that if a beating in the hand did not work, she would apply a different punishment (the children were then beaten with a ruler on their hands). She pulled out a short leather strap. I saw what it is for - I got a similar spanking at home.

She sat down on a chair and told me to stand in front of her. She told me to unbutton my pants. I was very scared and embarrassed, but I did it. At that time, the children could not imagine that they would not follow the teacher's instructions. Then she lowered my pants and knee-length panties with one stroke. I was very embarrassed because she saw my genitals.

She put me on her lap and started beating me. She beat me with a short leather strap. I received 5-6 medium-hard blows. It was painful, but at home I was often spanked harder. I wasn't screaming because I was afraid someone would hear it. Then she said that I had been punished for disobedience and that I should not tell anyone about it. I didn't tell anyone, not even my parents, not because I was afraid of her, I was ashamed. Later I was very ashamed that she saw my genitals and naked buttocks. I was glad when I left school and didn't see this teacher.

I was never spanked at school. In fact the opposite. I had a teacher call me a fucking son of a bitch in 8th grade.

I walked out of class and went directly to the office and demanded to see the principal. Upon entering his office I asked to use his phone to call my dad at work. I explained to the principal what happened, I was sent home and the next day the teacher was gone.

This would have been 1972-73. A teacher spank/strike me? Never would have happened.

The first physical punishment I received at school was slapped legs by my form teacher about age 6 for continually making noise in line waiting for work to be marked. She spanked me a few times later in the school year. My first caning was from the headmistress when I was around ten. As I got older, the punishments were delivered more frequently by male teachers, but I had the occasional slippering from a female teacher. This was in the 70s, early 80s.

On the second week of first grade, I got paddled in front of the whole class for playing with a toy I had been told to put away. In second grade I took my first trip to the principals office and she gave me a pants down strapping. That was the first of many in my school career. I didn’t get spanked by a man till middle school.