Who here was paddled as a child or teenager?

Who here was paddled as a child or teenager?

By whom?

What was the paddle like? Real paddle, hairbrush, cutting board?

On the bare or clothed?

What was the feeling?

I got paddled as did lots of boys I knew when we were kids. Paddling happened most of the time at school as almost every teacher had one but we could get one from the principal or coach in any grade. My dad had a paddle that he used on us once we got to be old enough but he also used a belt sometimes.

As for what it was, the paddle was always a real wooden paddle. Most without holes drilled through it but some with holes.

Most paddlings at school were over our pants. Some paddlings in locker rooms were bare. Paddlings at home almost always bare.

Even over pants and underpants, a hard paddling has a lot of sting to it. Definitely still felt the sting for awhile after one. A paddling on the bare had more sting, a lot more usually and was really more painful. Sitting down after a hard bare butt paddling was not possible for a while after. Sitting down after a regular paddling over jeans was hard but usually required by the teacher who paddled us in the hallway and then made us go back to our seat in the classroom.

Just like David, I got paddled at school. I would venture to say that the majority of boys got paddled at least one time in our school district. Most paddles were solid, but some did have holes drilled in them. Teachers, coaches, principal -- all could paddle. At home, dad used the hand or belt to my bare butt.

From jr high on up, female teachers would usually send you to the principal or get a male teacher to do the deed. Max for us was 6 cracks. Typically was 2-4. Rarely did you get just one whack.

At school it was always over pants. If you got it in PE it was usually over your gym shorts (with just a jock or briefs under). No boxers when i was in school.

And yes -- even over jeans and underwear -- IT HURT!! Usually you were back in class pretty quick. And it did not feel good sitting down on those hard wooden or hard plastic chairs!!

What were the reasons for paddling? Wrecking havoc in class? For instance, what could prompt a sports coach to paddle a student? (I would think of things like: the students made another student trip, voluntarily, or other dangerous actions? Or other things?)

As posted in another thread, I was paddled twice in elementary school by the Assistant Principal, Mrs. Royce. Each was 5 swats on the bare bottom with a wooden paddle.

Why were we paddled? Lots of reasons. Didn't have to wreak havoc in a classroom. Talking in class when we were supposed to be quiet. Generally fooling around and not doing what we were supposed to do after being told to quiet down. General misbehavior or disruptive behavior although not really anything that wreak havoc. Talking back to a teacher or a coach. Being late to class too many times. In PE or sports, anything from not being in the complete PE uniform to not following instructions to goofing off to fighting to towel snapping to pranks would get a boy paddled. In sports, paddled sometimes for not doing what the coach said or not trying hard enough. Goofing off in PE or sports was a sure ticket to a paddling but lots of small offenses could earn a boy a trip to the locker room. Lots of things could trigger a paddling, including a teacher who was just in a bad mood and some boy did something that set that teacher off. I had plenty of experience in these situations and I wasn't the only one.

Miked: Interesting. I would have thought they would have reserved paddling for deliberate misbehavior (e.g. fighting, towel snapping...) and not just merely not following instructions well enough.

Why were we paddled? Lots of reasons. Didn't have to wreak havoc in a classroom. Talking in class when we were supposed to be quiet. Generally fooling around and not doing what we were supposed to do after being told to quiet down. General misbehavior or disruptive behavior although not really anything that wreak havoc. Talking back to a teacher or a coach. Being late to class too many times. In PE or sports, anything from not being in the complete PE uniform to not following instructions to goofing off to fighting to towel snapping to pranks would get a boy paddled. In sports, paddled sometimes for not doing what the coach said or not trying hard enough. Goofing off in PE or sports was a sure ticket to a paddling but lots of small offenses could earn a boy a trip to the locker room. Lots of things could trigger a paddling, including a teacher who was just in a bad mood and some boy did something that set that teacher off. I had plenty of experience in these situations and I wasn't the only one.

Good grief, maybe it would have been shorter if you just listed the (one?) reason why the sadistic nuts DIDN'T hand out corporal punishment.

Or excuse me, maybe the teachers weren't ALL sadistic nuts. There must have been a bunch of spanking fets among the lot of them too.

I grew up in a traditional family and I was spanked, paddled many times up in till I was about 14

My mom, dad, neigbor, aunt

They did have a real paddle, but used brush or spoon or a switch, but never a belt

Both over clothing and on underwear, and bare a few times

My neigbor had some boys and I learned they were spanked bare bottom. I had gotten in trouble over there a few times and the first time she paddled me over my undies and her sons complained that I got it easy. The next time I was not so lucky. I got it on my bare ass just like they always did.

My aunt would lay me on the end of the bed first with undies on, and spank with spoon a few times, then expose bottom and then slap slow with a small paddle.

Would have loved to seen one paddled in school.

When I was young I did not like it at all. As I got older I wanted some modesty. Laying over someone's lap getting spanked and paddled in front of others was not fun.

My neigbor had some boys and I learned they were spanked bare bottom. I had gotten in trouble over there a few times and the first time she paddled me over my undies and her sons complained that I got it easy. The next time I was not so lucky. I got it on my bare ass just like they always did. .

Guessing from the post it would seem your neighbor was free to spank you anyway she wished, probably without your parents being informed or maybe not even caring.

If that had ever happened to me, then you could have bet the farm on my mother going to the neighbors in question with a shotgun or battleaxe and wrecking holy havoc if not outright homicide ... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but believe me, hell hath no fury either like a mother whose child has been abused ...

When I was growing up I knew that if I misbehaved I could get a paddling. Not just from my parents, but aunts, uncles, and close family friends. It was part of what kept me on the straight and narrow while growing up. Parents knew they could deliver what punishment was deserved at the time. Then discussing it later with parents could mean another spanking from your own parents. It was just the way things were done.

I got my last spanking sometime in my early teens. Growing up my sister and I knew it was best to keep certain "misdeeds" to ourselves to save us from getting spanked. We covered for each other sometimes. But it did happen that I or we were found out. Then bend over and take it like you should.

Mom was the deliverer of most all spankings. Probably why they stopped when they did. She used what ever was handy - hair brush, wooden spoon, plaster lathe, or her hand. Never got a spanking with a belt though. Never got one from anyone is school (I was a good student).

I was paddled by both parents. Initially I was hand spanked. Warning swats were over clothes, formal spankings were bare butt. Mom switched to using a paddle when she didn't think she was making sufficient impact (ha) when I was about 6. Initially she used a light-weight 'fly-back' paddle. She'd deliver a dozen or so rapid blows that took your breath away but it was over and I was on my feet again before I had a chance to cry. It left a stinging feeling and left me with a tingling sensation for 10 or 20 minutes.

Dads hand spankings had plenty of impact. His swats were delivered in groups, separated with him reminding me why I was being spanked and quizzing me about future behavior. His spankings stung initially, then became a dull ache deep down with the skin feeling kind of numb.

By age 9 or 10 dad decided it was time to start using a paddle was well. I actually made the paddle that was used on me from that point forward. I needed a cub scout craft project and I wanted to do a woodworking project so dad suggested I make a paddle. He grabbed a suitable plank from the scrap box drew lines to form a handle and showed me how to use a coping saw. A wood rasp was next to round the edges, followed by lots and lots of sanding (Dad reminded me I didn't want to get any butt splinters.) It was well sanded before I painted and shellacked it. It then hung on a nail on my bedroom wall as a reminder to be good.

Moms fly-back paddlings had become symbolic. With the new paddle, they were very impressive. The new paddle was used by both parents until I was 12, then just dad until I was 15. It was a serious instrument. Dad continued to hand spank at the start of a session and finish with the paddle to drive the point home. My age and nature of my offense determined how much paddle was used. Repeat offenses were all paddle.

It was a time when any adult in a care-giver role could and would spank. That included teachers, aunt, uncles, babysitters and parents of friends. The paddle was the most common implement used.

Not listening or goofing off was definitely misbehavior in those days because we knew, from being paddled, that it was not tolerated. Not following instructions was considered to be the same as defying the rules, which warranted punishment as did any rule-breaking. This may sound harsh now but it was just that there were certain rules and certain consequences for breaking them and paddling was not considered severe or unusual punishment. It was quick, it was easy, and it got our attention. That paddling was used a lot kept more of us in line than we might have been without it. I understood what would happen most of the time if I got out of line and impulsively decided, like other boys, to do it anyway. The few times that I didn't realize that something was a rule that shouldn't be broken or didn't give what I was about to do any thought was swiftly corrected with a few hard swats.

The few times that I didn't realize that something was a rule that shouldn't be broken or didn't give what I was about to do any thought was swiftly corrected with a few hard swats.

That's not even an optimal way to train a pet or an animal, let alone a human, especially a child. If there are going to be rules - however silly, harsh, nonsensical or inappropriate many of them may be - the least that should be done is explain them first so that children can understand them.

Then infractions can be addressed.

Looking back, I have to admit that some of those times when I didn't realize that something was a rule were always times when I should have known better. Kids can be clueless about when a grown-up really meant what they said and I can't claim that I didn't always have notice when i was punished for not obeying. An example of that was something that happened in PE class when I was in junior high. I had switched schools because we had moved so was the new kid. On the first day of class, nothing really happens except the teachers introducing themselves, explaining their class, passing out books, and giving first homework assignments. Same thing in PE that morning. The coach said a few words, mostly how he expected us to behave, dress out for PE, be on time, everyone showers, participate. Buried in that speech was that he expected everyone to be fully dressed out for class every day and that everyone was to wear a white t-shirt, white gym shorts, socks, gym shoes, and a jockstrap and that uniform checks would be done at the beginning of every class starting the next class period. I heard the words, I'm sure, but didn't give it any more thought.

I had gym clothes from the previous year and they still fit so figured that I was fine. No jockstrap, though, and I didn't think it mattered. I was wrong about that. The next class day was probably the very next day. We all go to PE, change into our uniforms and head to the gym. Like at my last school, everyone lines up to do calisthenics, but first the coach comes out of his office to supervise and does a uniform check. It happened so fast and I quickly see that he goes down each row of us looking each kid over and then telling him to "pop" his jock, which meant to either snap the front waistband of his jock or pull the leg straps out from under his gym shorts to show that he is wearing a jockstrap. He gets to me and I have no jock to "pop" for him. The coach asks me why I'm not wearing a jock and I tell him that I didn't realize that it was required. He asked me if I was in his class on the first day. I tell him "yes." He asks me if I heard him tell us what the required PE uniform was. I tell him "yes" figuring that telling him "no" was not a good answer, although i was tempted to say "no." The coach turns to the rest of the class and says real loud, "I meant what I said about everyone wearing the full PE uniform in my class." Then he turns back to me and tells me that he is real serious about enforcing the rules in his gym class and that I need to go to the locker room and he will be in to see me after he gets the class started. I go to the locker room and figured that I am in for a scolding or will have to sit out the class or something like that. I am shook up and stand there wondering when the coach will come in and what will happen. I am hoping that I don't get detention.

A minute later another boy comes into the locker room and he looks scared. He drops his gym shorts and bends over one of the metal benches. I look at him like he is crazy. He wasn't. We both got paddled hard for not being in the full PE uniform.

That is a good example of getting told something, not taking it seriously, and then getting paddled as punishment.

I have to say, almost with a blanket statement, that gym/PE teachers are intellectual idiots, but not so stupid that they didn't figure out that they could work for twenty or thirty years have great perks and benefits while teaching, a short work year, long vacations and retirement funds.

Buried in that speech was that he expected everyone to be fully dressed out for class every day and that everyone was to wear a white t-shirt, white gym shorts, socks, gym shoes, and a jockstrap and that uniform checks would be done at the beginning of every class starting the next class period.

Like many students that went to school in the 60's and 70's, I experienced my share of paddling at school. Most of the time I tried to be a really good, well behaved kid and I hardly ever really deserved to get paddled. It seems that most of the time when I was paddled, it was because I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time -- in a group with other kids that were actually doing something wrong and deserved it.

In high school the paddling could be done by any teacher at any time -- there really weren't rules that said it had to be done only by the principal or someone in the administration. More often than not, it was done by a male teacher. It seemed that female teachers never (or very rarely) paddled kids themselves. If necessary, they called in a male teacher to do the deed for them as they observed.

What @davidwest said about his P.E. experiences really resonated with me. By far the worst paddling was always done by your P.E. teacher. That was because they were generally ex-military, dumb-ass oafs that thought they were still in boot camp and toughening up the boys to go fight in 'nam. And they were also the worst because of the lack of protective clothing you were wearing in P.E. At best, you were wearing very thin and very short cotton shorts with just a jockstrap underneath. Not much protection and padding there. At worst, you removed your shorts and were paddled in just your jockstrap, or even without anything at all.

Looking back now, those were frightening and sadistic times. But the thought of going through that is also somewhat arousing now. As I usually do, I write stories that are loosely based on my own life experiences. One such story is my "jim's first day of physical education" story that I wrote awhile back. Here's the link for those that might enjoy reading it (sorry for the shameless plug). The story is set in 1970 and it includes all of the horrible things that boys had to endure in physical education at the time. That includes the required uniforms (including a jockstrap), mandatory showers after class, and yes, a paddling scene.

http://www.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;topic=86328

I have to say, almost with a blanket statement, that gym/PE teachers are intellectual idiots, but not so stupid that they didn't figure out that they could work for twenty or thirty years have great perks and benefits while teaching, a short work year, long vacations and retirement funds.

I usually don't like generalizations, but in this case I have to agree. I had a phys ed teacher in third grade and then again in seventh and eighth grade who was a sadistic bastard. He really had very little interest in actual education. If that had been the case, he would have spent time with the kids who were struggling in class (like me) instead of singling us out. I was the "fat kid" (which was rare in the late 60s, unlike today) and I had a very hard time with physical activities. Because I was also a stutterer I was pretty much shunned and left out of most play activities with other boys, I had not learned coordination, how to throw a ball, or much of anything about how my muscles worked. I had a particularly hard time with running, as it made my ankles hurt so much that I could barely walk.

So when I couldn't keep up with the other kids, I was made to do laps at the end of the class. This was torture. When I finished I could barely hobble to my next class, and then I got into trouble for being late. During PE class I was frequently singled out by the teacher and the more athletic kids and verbally abused. This extended to physical abuse in the locker room, where the teacher looked the other way while I was groped, among other things.

I couldn't wait for 8th grade to end, so I could go to the high school and get away from this asshole PE teacher. But when I got there, I discovered to my horror that I had been placed in a "special ed" class for PE, with kids who were physically and mentally disabled. Of course this was arranged by my former PE "teacher". I never went back to that class after the first day, and hid out in the library during those periods. Luckily we moved away a few months later to a state where phys ed was not a required class.

This all affected me strongly and has had a negative influence on the rest of my life. Until recently I had no interest in any kind of sports or physical activity. I realized I really needed to lose some weight and had an opportunity to join a group of larger guys in classes designed for those who needed some extra help to get into shape. I called the gym to make an initial appointment...and hung up the first three times that someone answered the phone. The idea of setting foot in a gym terrified me after my childhood experiences.

I'm glad to say that is all behind me now. Three years ago this week I had my first session at the gym, and now I hate to miss a workout. I'm in better shape than I've been in decades.

But I regret not starting a lot sooner, and I know this one phys ed teacher is the reason for it. I have never wished anyone dead except this man. I'm sure he is dead now; I think I even located his obituary awhile back. This is one of the very few people I have ever truly hated. He had a negative effect on my life for over four decades.

I got a little bit of revenge, though. My first job during college was at a bank in my hometown, and my boss was a VP at the bank. His son happened to have the same phys ed teacher that I had, and that boy had been the victim of the same kinds of abuse that I had suffered. The difference was that my boss happened to be on the school board. I heard later that there had been some official disciplinary action taken against the teacher. Unfortunately he had tenure and couldn't be fired, but I hope it was at least something.

I saw plenty of classmates paddled in grade school through HS. Gym class and others. Most teachers kept a paddle and many used them. Usually4 to 6 whacks over pants bending over teachers desk for whatever misbehavior. Gym was worse because kids got it on the bare after showering. Paddle or one teacher had a canvas strap.

I never got it in school which shows teachers weren't completely indiscriminate. Got it at home tho. While Dad, a big manual laborer used his hand, Mom used a paddle. Ouch. When she passed away I inherited the house and now live there. In cleaning out a drawer I found mom's paddle. It started life as one of those paddles with a ping pong ball attached. Quite sturdy. Stung like the dickens. So now I own my own paddle. Just need a bottom to try it out on.

The coach asks me why I'm not wearing a jock and I tell him that I didn't realize that it was required .

This may be a bit of a tangent, but what is it with jockstraps? It sometimes seems to be an obsession in American High Schools. Is there something subconsciously about wanting to appear to be a posturing he-man or something? To appear to have the biggest pair on the block or what?

I too had PE all through high school in Belgium and maybe except for American Football (which isn't football at all anyway if you think about it ... ha ha) we got all the same kinds of exercises and played games and never had to wear jockstraps. You probably would have been laughed out of school if you had and been found out.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that to me, as an outsider, the jockstrap obsession appears to have something of a sub-conscious gay element about it. And there is nothing wrong with that at all of course, except that it also seems that some sport-coaches or 'jocks' themselves seem to be going out of their to deny the gay element and pretend they are such virile hetero males ... which it doesn't always look like to cultural outsiders ...

This may be a bit of a tangent, but what is it with jockstraps?

That's a great question and there are a number of answers that I could provide.

First, I really like jockstraps. My obsession started when I was in high school and was required to wear them for P.E. I'm sure it's no longer such an obsession in U.S. P.E. classes. In today's U.S. schools the students barely work up a sweat if the have to take P.E. at all. And I'm sure the boys simply wear their baggy boxers, boxer briefs or compression shorts.

You could answer that U.S. boys needed the extra support, simply because they were larger in that area than the rest of the civilized world. But that would, of course, be just a joke!

But yes, it was an obsession when I was in school in the 60's and 70's. And I'm positive that obsession went back at least to the 1940's. One reason is support. Another reason is that a jockstrap allows for much better freedom of movement since you don't have as much material. The other reason is uniformity. My theory is that part of the teacher's job was to instill a sense of teamwork and uniformity into the boys in order to help prepare them for military service. That's the reason they all had to wear the same type of uniform (same color and type of shorts, T-shirt, etc). And that continued all the way down to the underwear that they were required to wear. Everyone pulling on the same small bit of material between their legs was the great equalizer. And it allowed the teacher to more readily inspect the boys to ensure that they were all wearing the required uniform.

From a more practical standpoint, it also forced all the boys to actually change out of the underwear that they wore to school that day. That way they wouldn't participate in P.E. wearing their briefs or boxers, get all wet and sweaty and then wear the same underwear the rest of the day.

And depending on the particular P.E. teacher, he might have just liked the idea of seeing a bunch of young boys in jockstraps. That's entirely possible. But given that this was a widespread practice throughout the U.S. (as was nude swimming for males at the time), I don't that's a realistic reason.

And depending on the particular P.E. teacher, he might have just liked the idea of seeing a bunch of young boys in jockstraps. That's entirely possible. But given that this was a widespread practice throughout the U.S. (as was nude swimming for males at the time), I don't that's a realistic reason.

Well, the only time in my life that I was the object of what you might call inappropriate sexual behavior by a grown-up, was when I went nude swimming at the YMCA. That was back in the early 1960s.

And maybe the sport coaches and supervisors or whomever in question would possibly not think so of themselves, to outsiders it certainly seems they have something of a (gay) sexually tinged obsession with certain practices. They'd probably deny it vehemently and be insulted if one said anything about it, but it does often appear so ...

My Paddling started when I was about 8 or 9 . I have two older brothers which meant mom's lap was never cold. One or more of us would be over it with our bare bottoms up receiving her oval oak hair brush. She used that more than anything else because she was a piano teacher and didn't want to damage her hands. She was a single mom till I was thirteen when she re-married and our step-dad came into our lives. He brought with him a fraternity paddle and he also had big strong hands. Needless to say the first spankings and paddlings we received from him were quite a shock to our tender tushies. That fraternity paddle covered both cheeks and had us howling after two swats.

All the parents in the neighborhood had permission to spank if we got in trouble while visiting our friends. If that happened we knew we would get another one when we got home because they would call after we got our correction from them. It goes without saying that Aunts, Uncles, and Grand Parents also had permission to spank. When we went to visit our Dad, our step-mother wouldn't hesitate to warm our naughty bare bottoms if we misbehaved. Spanking has been and will forever be a part of my life.

I was paddled by mom over the knee on my bare butt and once with a belt. Mostly over the knee

I was paddled several time by my aunt, bare bottom

I was paddled in junior and senior high school with various paddles over my pants, twice by gym coaches the rest were dean of boys and vice principles.

The ones that burned and stung were by the dean of boys, that guy could really swing a paddle.

In reference to school paddling by PE teachers, I always say (sarcastically) that I think there used to be a law that each school district was required to hire a latent homosexual sadistic gym teacher who's job was to paddle the students, and the wealthier school districts were able to hire a female version of the same. I made this statement to a group of my friends and one woman in the group, who attended Catholic school, stated, "You just described my high school gym teacher to a tee." 😃

In reference to school paddling by PE teachers, I always say (sarcastically) that I think there used to be a law that each school district was required to hire a latent homosexual sadistic gym teacher and the wealthier school districts were able to hire a female version of the same.

Who needs a law when it is already a social norm? Ha ha ha ha ha ...

As far as paddling goes, the nuns who taught at the grade school I attended mostly used some implement or another. Most weren't about to bring discomfort to their own hands in applying discipline to some insolent child. (Although there were a few face smackers in that order).

Only one of their paddles that I remember had holes, 3 half dollar sized ones running down the middle of the business end. One squat little nun had a two-handed paddle. It looked like a short pizza peel. Another notorious spanker had several but preferred a large paddle-ball paddle. It looked like an oversized ping-pong paddle, about 12 inches in diameter. She wielded it with both hands as well.

There were a number who did not keep their own paddle in their classroom, choosing to use readily found items instead. The pointer was a favorite of many. The proverbial rod, it is a 30 inch dowel with a rubber tip about 3/8-1/2 inch in diameter. The resulting beating was really a caning, but it was never called that.

The yardstick was used sometimes in a fit of immediacy, but that often resulted in the implement being broken over a boys backside before the nun felt sufficient punishment was given. Girls got the yardstick more often, they were never spanked quite as hard, and not to as advanced an age.

In the primary grades it was not uncommon for boys to have to lower their britches and girls to have their skirts held up to be paddled or hand-spanked with only underwear protecting the skin. I must admit that witnessing this was a bit of a turn on for me; boys' briefs too, but especially seeing the girls' flower print cotton underpants.

My mother used her hand, a toy paddle with the rubber band and ball removed, or an 18 inch piece of wood about 2 inches wide and a little thicker than a yardstick. She was the only one that used to give me "bare-bucket" spankings. She threatened to use a switch once, going so far as to make me go cut my own, but she didn't apply it.

Dad used the belt. Made us, my sister and I, bend over the edge of the bed to get our swats. I remember a few spankings she and I got at the same time from dad. She taught me a lot about how to squirm and wail to just the right volume so as to minimize the punishment. Dad would say before he started, "this is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you." I didn't buy it.

I remember at a 'parent-teacher-student' conference in the fourth grade my dad told the nun, "Sister, you have my full permission to paddle him when he acts-up, and I want you to tell me when you do so I can give it to him again when he gets home.' I was mortified. (She was the one with the pizza peel paddle.

Dad would say before he started, "this is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you." I didn't buy it.

You were right not to buy it. That line must be one of the most abused excuses that parents or those in authority have ever come up with. A total piece of crock.

I don't think that coaches were obsessed with jockstraps when I was a kid but they were obsessed with all of us being in the required gym uniform and wearing a jockstrap was part of that. The gym uniform rules in PE weren't just enforced for jockstrap wearing. The rules were also enforced for wearing the wrong shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, and not showering after every gym class. As Jimmy pointed out below, changing from regular clothes in a PE uniform meant that everyone was wearing a uniform that they wouldn't be wearing the rest of the day since it would be sweaty and smelly. I also don't think that having a required PE uniform was any different than being required to wear the right uniform for football, basketball, wrestling, tennis, baseball, and other sports that I played. And modesty was not something that most of us boys were taught to care about. While jockstrap wearing is less common now, then it was what we wore then, there was no novelty to wearing one after the first year in junior high, and wearing one in the locker room was a lot more modest than being butt naked. It had no sexual aspect to it.

My wife grew up in the US but was never paddled - only hand spankings, on the bare though.

She however heard about others, including older relatives (including her mother) getting the hairbrush from their parents. Also some stories about her father or uncles getting paddled in school.

In addition, my mother in law got paddled at the age of 16 or perhaps 17 by her mother for going out car racing (illegally) with a boy, leading to an accident (no real harm though). My wife learned that accidentally, obviously my mother in law is ashamed of it and did not discuss it with her children. It is unknown how it took place. My wife wonders whether it happened skirt up or even panties down, which would explain why her mother never talked about it.