Who here was paddled as a child or teenager?

My mom's favorite was a HEAT FOR THE SEAT paddle that she bought in a souvenir shop. It is about 17 inches long and 4 inches wide. Made of cedar wood. As for the number of swats, we usually got twice our ages with that paddle. Unlike some childhood spankings I've read here, mom observed frontal modesty during our paddlings. She would lecture us, as she undid and took down our pants, before putting us over her lap. Only when we were in position did she pull down our undies to about 2 inches below our bottom cheeks. This way, we usually were able to keep our frontal areas covered. I was the oldest- 6 years older than my brother and my cousin, Tara- who lived with us.

Ruthiney: I was never paddled (before adult age) but, regarding spanking and frontal nudity, our mom varied: sometimes mom got us face down on the bed, pulled down pajamas and then spanked and then pulled them back up (dignity preserved), sometimes she would sit on the bed, ask me to untie my pants and then pull down pants and briefs ("everything" shown)... I think to some extent she regarded modesty as an adult privilege.

I was paddled in school in every grade from the first through the tenth by teachers and the principal. All of the paddles were home made, probably averaging 12-14 long and 3 inches wide.Maybe some had holes. I can not recall. I really did not want to look at them.

I got two bare bottom paddling's in the second grade. All the rest were over my clothes.

The feeling was always intense heat in my bottom, accompanied by tears in early grades. IN HS the VP could get me close to tears with 10 licks and would break me with 15, He swung the paddle with both hands.

IN HS the VP could get me close to tears with 10 licks and would break me with 15, He swung the paddle with both hands.

Clearly he was some kind of sadist. Even if you accept the premise that a physical punishment is appropriate and has results, why apply it with such force? Beyond a certain point such practices become counterproductive. And more importantly they become outright abuse.

Both hands indeed. What a brave and courageous person he must have been. I hope someone later punched his clock something good, so he could feel what it was like to be on the receiving end. Maybe this is what is actually meant by a schoolyard bully, an older teacher applying pain for punishment.

Yes, in the 60's it was common for the phy ed coach to paddle guys thru high school---It was in the locker room so any one in the locker room saw it---It hurt was on the bare butt as a guy bent over and it hurt alot---I do not think the coach was a sadist---Strange as it sounds today---it was just taken for granted that coach had the right and I guess, the duty, to 'keep those boys in line' so to speak and he needed to paddle guy to accomplish that--- and he certainly did that---and we did not question that he had the right to paddle us---It sure hurt---mAYBE THE GOOD OLD DAYS WERE NOT REALLY THAT GOOD

For me, it was the 70s and early 80s so locker room paddlings weren't just a 60s occurrence. I agree that the coaches weren't sadists. They were trying to do a good job of keeping order and they had one main tool that everyone believed was the right way to handle misbehavior. They were inconsistent sometimes in that if they thought a prank was funny or just boys being boys, they laughed or ignored it. If they thought that the prank was not funny, then they bent us over and scorched our butts, bare or not. We got that if someone got hurt by what we did, then we were in trouble, although that was not always true. Some accidents resulted in a paddling whenever the coach thought that it wasn't clear if it was an accident or that we needed to be more careful in the future. We played dodge ball a lot in PE class and someone was always getting clobbered in the head or the balls. If the coach thought it was deliberate, then we might get marched off to the locker room. The problem with dodge ball is that the point of the game is to hit the other team so hitting someone deliberately is also the point. But a guy that always aimed for the head or the balls was usually caught and dealt with. A few times it was an accidental hit, the coach knew it was accidental, but the thrower still got a trip to the locker room just so no one else got too far out of hand. That was me once and I thought it was unfair at the time.

I agree that the coaches weren't sadists.

Well, maybe not all of them. I still think at least one of mine was.

They were inconsistent sometimes...

I agree with what you said regarding the coach/P.E. teachers being inconsistent in their punishments. I'll add that I think a lot of it had to do with the individual boy, too. If you were a boy that was repeatedly getting into trouble, then the teacher would have a much shorter fuse when it came to punishing you. Even the slightest infraction of some rule might be enough to receive a paddling for such a boy. On the other hand, if you were generally a good kid and tried to play by the rules and stay out of trouble, you might get away with a mistake or two without any punishment.

Moms used a wire rim fly swatter on underpants-----Dads favorite was a ping pong paddle on my bare butt

I was paddled in school pretty much all the way through from kindergarten through high school. Some teachers paddled harder than others though. My second and fifth grade teacher (ended up being the same lady after she moved up to teaching fifth grade the year after I had her for second grade) spanked really hard. Let's just say my pain tolerance was a lot higher at 10 and 11 than at 7. My fourth grade teacher on the other hand couldn't kill a fly with the paddle. I got spanked by her once and it didn't even sting much less hurt. They were typical paddles of various widths, anywhere from I would say four to six inches wide. Never got more than three swats but like I said some teachers spanked harder than others.

When I got to be a teenager my mom started spanking me with a paddle, again only two or three swats but I still think she spanked harder than she says she did, or maybe it was because she used a paddle instead of her hand like she had when I was younger.

I used to listen in to our high school VP Mr Meyers paddle girls,(back in 70s male vps paddled boys and girls)he made girls howl in pain.

I was office asst in 11 the grade,my job mainly was copying tests,school memos,etc.

The copy machine room was right next to vps office,when I saw a girl sitting outside his office I knew she was getting paddled.

I'd wait till Mr Meyers called the secretary in to be witness,to go into copy room and put me ear to wall.

He'd tell the girl to go over to the tiny chair against the wall,bend way over,and grab legs of chair tightly.the chair was so low to ground it made their butts stick up towards ceiling.

Then I'd hear Mr Meyers walk over to the bent over girl,to tell her the rules of his paddling.

Keep your head down,don't look back,or get up till I tell you it's over. You will be getting 5 to 10 hard swats to improve your behavior, hopefully we won't have to do this ever again.

I paddle hard and fast to make sure you will not forget this for a long time.you may compose yourself afterwards in nurses office.

Ok shall we begin,keep your butt still ,it will be over in less than a minute.i hope it will hurt enough to make you not want to experience this again.mr Meyers was 6 foot 5 ,275 lbs,he swung with his weight behind it.

Ok miss,hold tightly to chair legs

I'd hear the paddle swoosh thru air,then land on a girls ass,like a firecracker.

The girl would make a Yelp sound on the first swat,but by the 3rd or 4th swat, girls cried loudly and howled.

Mr Meyers showed no sympathy when girls cried,he paddled even harder for the last swats.

By swat 5 to 8 ,girls would be hyperventilating and crying really loudly.

I'd hear him announce -ok final swat this one's gonna be the hardest yet,so you won't forget it.

He swung really hard I heard paddle crash into girls asses ,louder than all the other swats combined.

Ok miss were done here,you may get up now,and finish crying before returning to class.i hope this left an impression on you.

The girls would be crying so loudly they couldn't hear him.

I loved hearing stuck up cheerleader types cry the most

Mom found an oversized Franklin ping pong paddle in the rec room of the home my parents had just purchased. It was kept in the kitchen junk drawer and used on all five of us kids. I was the oldest!

-when a senior I got paddled bare from football coach in front of guys in locker room some as young as 8th grade-----I was a very big strong guy and the coach was a very small light weight guy----That made it even more shaming For a small guy he paddled my naked butt very hard I had to bend over anf i flinched he would say "stick it out" which I had to do i did not cry wehn i was getting paddled but later all alone--- I cried alot it was not just because my butt was sore It was humiliation I knew thos 8th grade boys when ever they saw me would recall me--naked-- sticking my butt out-- getting paddled by a much smaller guy The good old days were not necessarily that good

Paddle at school and sometimes at home! At home hairbrush from Mom; paddle from Dad; and sometimes both used their hand especially when no implement was available!

I got paddled in school the paddle was long and flat PE coach would use it that thing stung like hell even over pants....Both Mom and Dad used a paddle on me as well wooden paddle shaped like a ping pong paddle ,on bare most times and Mom would use her hair brush.... and they were used well into my teens leave me in tears many times they stung and bruised

I got paddled both at school and at home! At school it was always either on the seat of the pants or if we were 'lucky enough' to receive our licks from the coach on the seat our gym shorts without the 'benefit' of underpants! Boy, could he swing that paddle!! At home it was always bare bottom affair! Whether with the fli-back paddle (remember those fiendish devils) or Mom's mahogany hairbrush. Hand spankings, obviously, were always on the bare! Bad as the school paddling's were, I think I can speak for most of my contemporaries when I say that the spankings, paddlings and whuppings dished out at home were far worse! Oh happy days!! LOL

Mom, an old fashioned Southern woman, always used that oversized Frankling ping pong paddle on our bare behinds. Shealways told us that's the way she used to get her spankings!

I was paddled a few times but mostly bare hand and that dreaded wood hair brush. The most memorable paddling was when I hid my mother's wood hair brush that she was looking for to spank my bottom after a major obedience issue. I knew that I was going to be spanked and hid the hair brush. I think she figured it out what happened but never said anything. She just substituted the paddle after she could not find her hairbrush much to my regret as the paddle, believe me, was much worse than the hairbrush. I never his the hairbrush again. lol

I was paddled not often by usually hand and a couple times with hairbrush

Wooden spoon or hand not too often.

Got paddled by coach in the locker room

Jock on nothing else

Had to grab legs near ankles and bend over

Usually minimum of 5 swats STUNG REAL BAD

BUTT RED AND BLACK AND BLUE

At home Dad used his belt or a razor strop

Mom a sodden hairbrush

After 12 Dad was the one who laid on the strokes for me and MY 3/BROS

Got paddled by coach in the locker room

Jock on nothing else

Had to grab legs near ankles and bend over

Usually minimum of 5 swats STUNG REAL BAD

BUTT RED AND BLACK AND BLUE

At home Dad used his belt or a razor strop

Mom a wooden hairbrush

After 12 Dad was the one who laid on the strokes for me and MY 3/BROS

The following is what a recent spanker did to make me feel very submissive before the main event ass spankings.

A few month ago in Ga. I had a guy tell me he was going give me a school type paddling to start. As we both grew up in the south I knew exactly what he meant. I thought about that all night on how it would go.

When I got to his house he simply escorted me to a table and had me bend slightly, pulled up my paints tightly and paddled my ass throughly. It made me feel very submissive to him. Of course there was a much longer session afterward but that first part has stuck with me as submitting to an authority figure. There wasn't any role play, he just took me to a "desk" bent me slightly and gave 20 licks. In real life they never gave more than 6 or8 swats. He said as an adult I needed more swats.

After that we got down to real business but that first part made very submissive to him. He has paddled me twice more like that before he bared my ass.

I was paddled as a child and teenager by my stepdad and others. My stepdad would always do it on my bare ass telling me that I needed to learn a lesson. He would use a paddle, hairbrush, his hand or belt to give me spankings. It was always so embarassing but also exciting for me, as I got older I would masturbate after some of the spankings that I would receive.

I was paddled and spanked at home by both Mom n Dad....Mom used her hair brush or wooden spoon on me for the most part there were a few times she used the belt .....dad mostly used his hand or the belt both parents gave you a good spanking when they felt I needed one Mom did more scolding which always made feel bad.

I and two of my friends got paddled by our female gym teacher in Junior High for giving girls wedgies on the way out to the soccer field. Ms. Kirkmann was our teacher's name, only two years out of college. But she had a reputation for giving hard paddlings. Didn't matter if it was girls or boys, she would spank anyone. Either case, my buddies and I were taken by Ms. Kirkman to one of the nearby classrooms not being used. She summoned one of the assistant principals, Mr. Everhart, an arrogant fucking asshole, to be the witness as required by law in our state. Ms. Kirkmann was of a petite, but athletic build. First look at her, you'd say she couldn't hurt a fly. But it was prudent to know otherwise, because she could make a cloud of dust blow off your ass with that 3/4" thick paddle made of yellow pine. It had dime size holes in it too. Our gym uniforms consisted of very short shorts and a white t-shirt. The material was thin, and I dreaded what was coming. She sometimes made boys wearing thick jeans cry like girls when being paddled.

I wanted to go first to get it over with, so I easily wormed my way up front because the other two wanted to delay their ass busting long as possible. As I said before, our gym shorts were too short and thin. She made me bend over and grab my ankles. I knew she could see my balls this way because I felt cool air. I just prayed she got my ass instead. She landed three quick, hard swats in rapid succession....OUCH! That really hurt. My ass felt like a nuclear reactor about to meltdown into a hot mess. I wanted to cry so bad, but I held it back and just ate the fucking pain. My butt was throbbing! As I stood and tried to cope with the burn, it was Tommy's turn. She landed the first two swats kind of low, and the third hit Tommy too low. He hit the floor and curled up in pain......then screamed "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!!". The corner of the paddle must've got Tommy's nut sack LOL . She probably thought he was just being dramatic. Mr. Everhart told him if he didn't get his ass up she'd give him three more swats. I could tell he was really hurt, and if looks could kill Kirkmann and Everhart both would've been graveyard dead instantly. Finally it was Danny's turn. He was a little pussy. He started crying like a bitch before she even landed the first swat. But the swats she gave him were much lighter, but he still cried anyway. We heckled him and told him we'd beat the shit out of him at football practice, but we just let him be. I got home from school, and my sister had already heard about the paddling. I showed her my bruised ass, and she said "if Mom sees that, she'll have the school board to shit can Kirkmann!" I begged her to not tell anyone, not even Mom. If she found out I gave girls wedgies, my Dad would probably wear my ass out again with the belt. Sis always could be trusted to keep a secret. Mom never knew.

My mom would spank me with her hand. Once I think with a switch when I was really little. I remember her sending me out to get a switch from the neighbors yard (hanging over our part of the fence), but I didn’t understand what I was looking for. I think she gave up on that notion when she realized I didn’t understand. Once, she got me with a belt. I don’t remember what my crime was, but it had something to do with school, probably homework. I wasn’t a good student & hated every minute just about of school. My school was a Christian school & they were big on giving swats. My teacher (5th grade) used ping pong paddles. The principal, she used a paddle as well, but it was not a ping pong one. She had a variety of them, including ones with holes! I never got that paddle. The vice principal, she was scary too! Her “love pats” were wicked painful! Thinking back on it, she knew it! I’m sure of it. I never got more than the “love pats” from her, thank God! I was terrified of getting them from her!

for giving girls wedgies on the way out to the soccer field.

But she had a reputation for giving hard paddlings.

First look at her, you'd say she couldn't hurt a fly. But it was prudent to know otherwise, because she could make a cloud of dust blow off your ass . She sometimes made boys wearing thick jeans cry like girls when being paddled.

We heckled him and told him we'd beat the shit out of him at football practice,

my Dad would probably wear my ass out again with the belt.

Sounds like that school was an awful place to be with all the threats of and actual physical violence ...

Agracier,

It wasn't really bad. They wouldn't threaten you. But if you did some of the things I and some of my friends did they would certainly wear you out without hesitation. It's just that everyone had the understanding that if you acted like you had some sense, then you had nothing to worry about. Pulling girls' panties up through the cracks of their asses was a big NO-NO. Other offenses that carried paddling as a punishment were setting off firecrackers or cherry bombs on school grounds (especially in urinals), fighting, lying, cheating on tests, willful destruction of school property, etc. I can't say I didn't deserve any of the paddlings I received in school, which weren't many......my ass couldn't stand many of those anyway. It was American discipline of the day. Not a bad thing IMHO. I survived it to be a law abiding citizen. A lack of discipline is why the kids of today are so fucking mean and uncontrollable. There's also no discipline or guidance in the home for many of the children of today. What incentive do they have to behave? You can't lay a finger on them anymore. The only threat is to either send them to in school detention or expel them from school......of which they don't care about anyway. But you teach them from an early age that malicious misbehavior can lead to physical pain and embarrassment, then they do have incentive to act right and learn what is being taught in the classroom. Be happy and learn?......or have a bruised ass? Your choice.

I was always spanked bare growing up, and usually by hand, my little brother always would get the belt. I guess dad thought his butt was tougher ..

Agracier,

Pulling girls' panties up through the cracks of their asses was a big NO-NO.

So if doing that to a guy is a Melvin what is it for a girl? A melissa? Inquiring minds want to know!