Wished You Were Paddled At School??

I was spanked quite a lot at home by my discipline minded parents. But I was a quiet a shy and very introverted kid at school, and hardly ever gave cause to be punished. But where I grew up as a child in the '70s and teen in the '80s, I was aware of other kids getting paddled, and sometimes (and quite often as a kid in the '70s) it was within earshot of the class, and you could hear everything that was going on during some kid's paddling.

Although I am well familiar with being spanked at home, I often wonder what it would have been like at school. In fact, I often wish it had happened and I could have it as a memory. I actually look back and remember several times where we were warned to behave, and just a small misbehavior would have brought a paddling... and some kids did misbehave and were paddled. I often think that all I had to do was just do something small, out of line, and I would have been among the kids paddled. For example, one time, the teachers wanted the class completely quiet, and directed that we all stay quiet or we would be punished. Of course, I was a docile kid and stayed quiet. But a few kids talked to each other, and soon enough, they were called up and taken to the hall, and we overheard them getting their paddlings. I remember on this instance there was even another "quiet" kid like me who was among those called up (i guess he was not quiet enough that day, and said something to a friend or something), and who got paddled.

I often think what that would have been like to have been "bad" at school, and to be taken out into the hall and paddled. Do any of you wish you had been paddled at school? Do you wish you had stepped out of line, and gotten called up for a paddling or spanking? What would you have done? What are your thoughts about how it would have been? And did any of you really want to be paddled or spanked at school, and actually did act out on purpose just to get spanked/paddled...and how was it?

I never wished for it but:

When I was in the 8th grade in a rural farmland school in Ohio, I was spanked a couple of times. The first time was for defending myself from a bully. We were on the school bus on our way to school one morning, when he came up from behind me, grabbed the glasses off my face and threw them out the school bus window. I admit that back then I was a geeky little kid, and I was smarter than most of the other kids. This bully had it in for me because I always had higher grades than him, and he hated that I was smarter than him.

Anyway, when he tossed my glasses out the window, I stood up, kneed him in the nuts, and punched him in the face several times. The bus driver stopped the bus and pulled me off of this punk and made me get off the bus and walk the rest of the way to school. Fortunately it was only about a half mile. When I did get to school, I was immediately sent to the Principal's office. I was told that I had severely injured the bully, that his jaw is broken, and he was missing several teeth.

I was spanked by the Principal with six wacks of his wooden paddle (about 18 inches long, 5 inches wide, handle carved on one end and holes drilled all through it), told that my parents had been called, and that I was suspended for two weeks for fighting. The Principal was such an asshole that he would not even listen to my version of what happened - apparently the bully had said that I attacked him for no reason.

I have worn glasses since I was like six years old, and without them I could not see the front of the classroom clearly. It took my Mother, my sister, and I three days of groveling through the weeds along the side of the road to find my glasses. Following this incident, no one ever picked on or bullied me again.

I was also spanked a couple of other times, two wacks each time, for being late getting to my next class. Like I said, the Principal was an asshole. This was the only school where I was ever spanked, although my Father did spank me on many many occasions for misdeeds. Yes, I was very stubborn back then.

My father was the caretaker at my high school and my mother worked there too. So if I got detention they always knew and on every occasion this happened my mother would take me after school through the school to the teacher who gave me the detention. She would then order me to strip naked and stand facing the wall while she discussed what had happened with the teacher. She would then spank me while they watched it happen. I would the be told to get dressed and go home.

I also remember being spanked in the head of years office while Mrs Slater the head of my year and Miss Taylor and two female cleaners watched.

Of the years I guess I got spanked a few times each year so most of the teachers saw me naked being spanked.

Yes, l often (almost daily) wish l was paddled, but only by a female teacher(s) that l found attractive, but l chickened out... but looking back wish it happened. There was no interest in getting it from a male or a female l did not find attractive.

l have been paddled by a Domme in the past, but there is no real way to ever go get the real thing, in school, where it's that setting/situation where l have no say in the matter and have to cooperate willingly and take what comes.

The Principal was such an asshole that he would not even listen to my version of what happened - apparently the bully had said that I attacked him for no reason.

Totally agree - the principal should have been aware the bully was a trouble maker!

I always wanted to be paddled at school but they also called your parents and that I didn't want!

As a preteen in grade school in Pittsfield Mass, at a young age of 7 - 8 years old, there were so many things being taught that I had absolutely no concept of, social studies, history ( couldn't understand why history was so important ), MATH ( I fucking hated math ), they tried to drill into my head forcibly the importance of math, and I just didn't understand, no concept whatsoever.

I got called to the principles office a few times, got yelled at, told I was stupid, and forced to drop my pants and got paddled with a ping pong paddle.

I was too ashamed to tell my mom the first few times.

She finally got called to meet with the principal, he told her he believes I'm mentally retarded because I couldn't do the work.

At home I finally told her about getting spanked, she became absolutely livid.

She made an appointment with the children's hospital in Boston to have me tested, EEG, EKG, Brainwave, blood test, the works.

I learned much later - from my mother - when I was able to understand, that she was told I was dyslexic, had a high IQ, and was far from retarded.

Afterwards she brought me back to school, to the principles office, and played into him hard.

I watched her slap him across the face all the while cussing him out in Italian.

Never got called to the office again, but the damage was done.

From that point on for most of the rest of my life, I hated anything to do with schooling.

So for some, spankings are a part of erotic play, for some it'll do irreparable damage that they carry for the rest of their lives.

Look at what I stated in the 'Members level of education and occupation' thread.

I never was paddled and hearing the big tough boys get called out of class and then having to bend over outside the door and get whacked didn't make me ever want it. They came back into class with teary eyes and red faces. Some even burst into tears. It made the toughest punk look like a pansy. No thanks, not for me. I do like to turn a misbehaving bottom red though. Now that's different!

Back in the Day - (later 50's-mid 60's) at the public school I attended paddlings were common for 3rd to 8th grade boys. Only the (male) Principal did the paddlings. Usual was 3 smacks- repeat offenders got 4. Mr. A.was a expert at it.Your bottom was briefly reddened --no love pats..getting paddled by Mr.A. made you more popular and proved you weren't a wimp--you were OK even if you came back to class red faced & had been crying.A lot of boys joined that "club" to appear "macho" and be accepted as "one of the guys".

Topic produces all sorts of fantasies of my tightly girdled, attractive, strict looking tall female science teacher giving me a paddling - yeah! But I'm sure I'd be begging her to stop after the first whack.

I never had to wish, got them in second grade and then 6th through 12th grades.

I had several teachers who make me wish that physical punishment was legal, especially a pretty teacher with big breasts and buttocks, i would have given anything to be on her lap.

My father was the caretaker of my high school and my mum worked there too. If I got into trouble they found out. My mum would bring me back into school after the pupils had gone. The first time this happened she spanked me over her knee on my bare bottom in front of my form teacher and head of year. Both female. On occasions after that my head of year would spank me with my mother present. This happened quite a few times.

I got paddled at school many times and I don’t really recommend it. I made the trip to the cloakroom where the teacher scolded me and paddled me. The class could hear it all. Then there was the walk of shame back to my desk. At least at home not everyone in class knew about it.

The class could hear it all. Then there was the walk of shame back to my desk. At least at home not everyone in class knew about it.

I must have been lucky in never attending a school where physical punishments were allowed.

However, that didn't mean that every now and then a teacher might lose their cool and hit a pupil anyway.

I was once called up to the front of the class and got an unsubstantiated rant from a nun who worked herself into a such state that she gave me a good whopping slap across the face. So, of course everyone saw it. But the thing is, going back to my seat, it didn't feel like a walk of shame at all. I didn't cry or talk or flinch back (from being surprised). I just glared at nothing in particular.

And the thing is, it really enhanced my status/cred among the other pupils, since normally I was thought a sort 'professor' type who knew far too many answers.

The cane, a bamboo stick, was used at my school. The punishment was carried out by the headmaster in the privacy of his office, nobody else was present. You were caned on the palm of the hand, normally two hard strokes. The girls were punished by the headmistress with a long wooden ruler, again on the hand. Although the headmistress was also fond of lifting a girl's skirt in front of the class, and slapping the back of the girl's upper thigh several times.

The science teacher had a slipper in his desk that he would bring out in front of a new 1st year class, and crash it down on the desktop as a warning to boys who might misbehave with Bunsen burners. I never saw or heard of him actually using it though.

One of the other teachers also had a slipper, and one day he grabbed a boy by the scruff of the neck, bent him over, and gave him several hard wacks with the gym slipper...

Different times... Corporal punishment was banned in British State Schools in 1986 and now it is illegal in Scotland to smack your own children, Scotland becoming the 58th country to ban it....

Nope, never happened to me or anyone I knew while attending public school, starting in 1977 until graduating in 1989. I recall dad telling me some of his teachers (I think nun's in a Catholic school) breaking wood rulers on students hands/knuckles in class if misbehaving, back when he would've been in middle school. I don't know if it was actually true, but he'd mentioned that years ago. Without question, if a teacher would've tried to paddle/spank me in school, the police would've been called to respond shortly after, because I wouldn't have tolerated it and whoever had done so would've gotten it back from me twice as severe as it was given. Welcome back @agracier. I'm glad to see you posting here again and hope you're doing okay.

Well honestly.. while I was never spanked whilst growing up, nor by parents, school or anyone.. I've always found myself getting aroused by picturing the scenario..

In my grade school years, the nuns in our school ruled the roost with a stiff leather strap, looked like a wood paddle, but was all leather, heavy, almost not flexible. I heard a number of strappings administered by sister principal in her office. I came to learn that it was always done on the seat of the boys' pants (and only for boys), and always brought the boy to howling. as a lesson for others who heard it happening. I don't know how many licks, probably not more than 10 or 12, from what the “victims” reported. The worst of it was that sister principal typically called your home and parents took it from there, with their razor strop, pants down, before bedtime. It seems to have done a lot of good. I never encountered sister principal and her heavy strap, probably because my father's strop kept me and my siblings in line at home so that sister principal never had to dust off her strap at school, for us anyway. I hate to admit it but I often wished that I was up for the strap at school. I guess I felt maybe left out, most of the boys got the strap regularly and my brother and I wished for (sort of) a dose of dad's strop…more often than not? It's a weird story. Was then…not so much now.

Thinking on the question, it seems quite odd.

Why would anyone have wished to be paddled (punished) at school? Wasn't school horrid enough as it already was without someone whacking your behind? And moreover usually for something quite innocuous and unimportant.

If I had ever been paddled/hit/whacked/spanked at school, what I wish I would have done was give back as good as I got. Good old-fashioned Old Testament slap for slap and whack for whack.

I know this is a fantasy for many but for those of us who experienced it in our early teens it can be very traumatizing.

I went to a private school and was accused of an honor code violation by a teacher (cheating) but I didn’t do it. I was a freshman and looking back a little naive. He said if I let him spank me that he wouldn’t report me. Because of everything else at the time and how scared I was, I agreed. And I went to his classroom after school and he spanked and paddled me. I’m guessing that he realized how submissive I was and felt comfortable in continuing to discipline me until he found another freshman.

In the second semester of my sophomore year our school resource officer searched my locker and found something I shouldn’t have which ended up putting me on probation. My mom was so upset because of it and other trouble I was getting into that she sent me to Texas to live with my super strict aunt and uncle and they enrolled me in a private Christian school that paddles all the way through the senior year.

In the last semester my sophomore year I got paddled three times and my junior year I got paddled four times. Three were from the same teacher and one from the headmaster. I’m about to start my senior year and I'm going to try super hard not to get it. Partly because it hurts but mainly because every time I get swats at school my uncle gives me double the swats I got on bare skin.

In the second semester of my sophomore year our school resource officer searched my locker and found something I shouldn’t have which ended up putting me on probation

Care to share what you weren't suppose to have? That way we can gauge the appropriateness or not (I'm guessing ‘not’) of your punishments.

@agracier

Wasn't school horrid enough as it already was without someone whacking your behind?

Made me laugh - thanks!

I was paddled on several occasions in junior and senior high, I think that’s where my fascination with wooden paddles started

I went to a catholic school in Canada where they strapped the palm of your hands. getting the strap at school meant a spanked bottom at home. I recall times having a sore hand and a sore bottom!!

Not paddled, but being in the UK, caned.

From the age of six or so I had an unhealthy fascination with the cane. My first primary-school headmaster, who retired when I was just seven years old, carried a cane with him everywhere. That, plus all the British children's comics of the day (and various storybooks) with cartoons and stories of spankings and canings, meant I was absolutely enthralled by it.

I didn't want it though (I was far more interested in doing it!), as my Dad's hand-spankings hurt like hell and always made me cry, so the idea of getting caned at school really scared me, and yet, and yet, I was SO curious as to what it must feel like.

I had a couple of near-misses, aged 9 and 13, both of which I was (mostly) glad to escape at the time, but it only made the squirmy fascination even worse!

If there had been some way of just guaranteeing one or two strokes without too much disgrace, given by someone kindly whom I respected, in order to satisfy my curiosity, I might well have taken it, but in my school it was only ever used as the "nuclear option” for the very naughtiest pupils, administered by our awful hypocrite of a Headmaster, and it would almost certainly have been six strokes. No thanks!

I was paddled in jr high many times for acting up in class,throwing spitballs,paper airplanes,(ETC) however the teachers didn’t spank us they sent us to the principals office for punishment.The vice principal usually meted out the paddling and he was a perv and liked to have me pull my pants down and hand spank me bareback while bending over his desk!

I was never paddled at school. But I had the occasion as to witness a boy named Max get a fierce spanking by his mom while our first grade nun held him firmly against her. I wouldn't have seen it happen if I had not had to wait after school for my older Cousin to walk me home

As Max's mom began to talk to our teacher about his acting up in class , she became upset and yelled that he was going to “get it right there!.. Now days Max would be diagnosed as having attention deficit. But back in the fifties he was just a bad boy that deserved to be punished. That's when his mom took the paddle from her purse and went after him, only to have Max run around the room trying to escape. He hadn't made it far before he collided with Sister Elizabeth.

There, only a few rows of desks away, Sister hugged Max against her, trapping him standing in the folds of her habit while his mom pulled down his pants and delivered the biggest underpants spanking I had ever imagined. Six decades later, I can still see “everything in my mind. And while I never got spanked by a teacher myself, I often fantasized about it, even as a little boy..

I went to grade school, junior high (now middle school), and high school in Texas, where the paddle was employed frequently. I doubt there was a day in my grade or middle school where someone wasn't whacked. Boys could get whacked for such small offenses as not wearing a belt and girls had to make sure that their shorts weren't too short. I shudder to think what would have happened if a girl dared to grace the presence of the school without panties. I escaped Texas public schools without so much as a whack. One time, I should have been paddled but the teacher liked me and let me skate. (I forgot to do a weekly assignment because of a holiday. I was an “A” student as were 3 of my 4 siblings before me.) While I always wondered what that paddling would have been like, I never wish that I had gotten it for I assure you I would have gotten another when my dad found out about it as did one of my older sisters and brother.