Paddling

I always got moms hand or hairbrush over the knee bare bottom.

It was American discipline of the day. Not a bad thing IMHO. I survived it to be a law abiding citizen.

Most children in other countries don't get physically punished and seem to grow up into law-abiding citizens too. Comparisons of incarceration rates between countries will certainly bear that out.

OH YES! Growing up in a household with two strict both parents who believed in spanking their misbehaving children was a fact of life for me and my brothers and sister. If your conduct justified a paddling, my Mother would escort me into her sewing room and shut the door. You knew what was going to happen and the very best policy was to not fight it by whining, pleading or struggling because that just made it worse. Once inside Mom would sit down in an arm less chair with you standing next to her and she would then take down my trousers and underwear. Then she would guide me to lay across her lap while saying that dreadful phrase, "get across my lap Raymond". Once she was satisfied with my position I would feel her lean forward to open a drawer where she kept a wooden paddle and a belt. You would never know which implement she was going to use however I can assure the members that paddle made my bared butt feel as if it was on FIRE! Mom would also scold me during the paddling and her words would be well remembered so to speak. (Don't laugh!!!) Afterwards I would have to stand in the corner for a while to "think about my behavior" but I have to say Mom did not hold a grudge for after my corner time time she would give me a hug and say, "lets not make this happen again, O-K son?"

Mom has passed now and I sincerely & deeply miss her for she was an excellent Mother by any interpretation,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I always got the paddle at school only. Depending on who it was it was usually between 16 to 20 inches long with the handle usually around 5 inches. Usually 4 inches wide and almost always 1/4 inches thick. So no matter who used it, a small female or a large man it always hurt like HELL!!! Now of course some not as bad as other but they always hurt.

I remember one time when I was in 10th grade. I was sitting in Health Class. A girl was sitting to my right that I did have the hots for. Anyway, one day during class we started passing notes which wasn’t easily done because we had to pass it across the walk way instead of her being right in front of me or behind me. We eventually did get caught and the teacher came over and took the note and told us she better not catch us doing it again.

We didn’t pass another note but I did crinkle up a piece of paper like a ball and tossed it over to her. Now what happened next just had to be the worst luck we could have ever had. As I said I was to her left, she is right handed. She had her right leg crossed over her left leg and she had long legs. Her leg came out beyond her desk in the aisle. So as I tossed the ball of paper she throws her left hand to catch it. Her hand came out as a slapping motion to catch it. Instead of catching it she slaps it towards the floor beside her. Now for some reason she kicks her right foot out almost simultaneously. She slaps the paper down and as her foot is coming up she kicks the paper up in the air flying it over my row of seat the next row and lands up front almost in front of our teachers desk. She instantly gives us the look of death and said to us. What did I just tell you two? Funny she didn’t give us a chance to answer as she said both of you out in the hall. NOW!!!

So we go and stand for 5 to 10 minutes talking about what was about to happen to us. Didn’t take long when the door opened and paddle in hand. I had the honor of going to the next class and get the teacher as the witness. We had a short discussion which basically implied we didn’t listen or obey and we were both to old to be acting this way in class. After that she looks at me tells me to turn around with my hands on the wall. I get in position, feel the light taps and hear are you ready. A quick yes ma’am and then here it came. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! As the echo from the empty long hall made it sound worse than it was but it give us a really good burn. Along with that we got a 30 minute detention after school in her room and we wrote lines about us needing to be more mature in class.

I really thought I had messed up with this girl but on the contrary we actually went out that Friday Night.

My mother, wooden spoon; it was pretty sharp. My father, belt. It always felt like he was getting some excess aggression out of his system.

They stopped whipping me when I was 10. Always with my pants on....my mother always had this hangup about nudity outside the bathroom. When she took physical therapy in her later years, she wouldn't do water therapy because she hated the idea of being seen in a bathing suit, even a full-body one.

We were never paddled much as kids. Mom did break a yardstick or two over our behinds a time or two. My next door neighbor, a kid about my age would have to go out on the side of the house and bend over and count them while his dad paddled him with a wooden paddle made for the purpose. I'd run in the other direction when I saw his dad step outside with the paddle in hand.

I'd run in the other direction when I saw his dad step outside with the paddle in hand.

Have to laugh - why was that?? I would do the same, run away from where another boy was being spanked.. Perhaps I felt guilt about something and I would be next? Only ran when it was a boy...

At home, my mom used her hairbrush, which was sort of like a paddling, over her lap. And/or, she had me fetch a switch from the apple tree.

My dad used his carpenter's ruler, which was also sort of like a paddling. And/or, he used an apple tree switch, or his razor strop.

All discpline at home was on my bare butt.

The only authentic paddlings that I received were at Christian school, from the 4th grade through the 12th grade (discpline was administered with a school ruler in grades K-3, but these were OTL spankings, not legitimate paddlings). In 4th through 6th, the paddle was administered to naughty bare butts by the school principal in his office. In 7th through 12th (junior and senior high school), the school disciplinarians were the Boy's Dean of Discipline or the Girl's Dean of Discipline, and they were also the boy's and girl's PE coaches, respectively. If you had an appointment with the paddle, it was administered in your scheduled PE period, at the end of class, immediately upon exiting the showers in the boy's or girl's PE locker room.

I can testify to the procedure in the boy's locker room. All of the other boys in the locker room would see still-wet, naked, and nervous naughty boys bending over a gymnastics horse to receive their discpline (a boy who was to receive a paddling was not allowed to grab a PE towel until after he had received his swats). Some boys, anticipating their discipline, got erections while still in the showers, and had to walk from the showers to the discipline horse with their penis standing at attention. I was one of the boys who always had to suffer the embarrassment of a rock hard penis on display. Very few erections were still standing at attention after coach was finished administering "correction", but I was always an exception to that rule.

I've just received spanking adult, some years ago by hand and paddles, that's a very great stress relief, self control training.

I got paddled at school once. That was in the 60s when paddling was an accepted practice. The principal bent me over a table and paddled my fully clothed bottom with a standard-issue wooden paddle.

At home, I wasn't paddled (unless you consider a hairbrush spanking from mom a paddling). Dad did most of the spanking, and he gave me bare-bottom belt spankings. That took things to a different level!

I got paddle until 19 by my Dad at house.

I was spanked at home either by hand or with a wood brush.

In school, however, I got paddled by both the principal and the P.E. teacher.

In the case of the principal, you bent over, grabbed a chair and got swatted on the butt wearing whatever you had on.

In the case of the P.E. Teacher, you got paddled in your P.E. uniform with the shorts lowered so you were wearing a jock strap so you got swatted on the bare butt. The P.E. teacher events occurred only in junior and senior high school.

I was whipped with a belt at home but at school I got paddled. The teachers would paddle you over your jeans but in the principal's office you had to drop your pants and bend over his desk. At PE or sports, swats were given after showers on your bare bum. Paddles had a special sting and a heavy paddle sometimes bruised my bum.

I was the last student to be paddled at my school before the school banned the practice. I was a teenager, and had failed to complete my homework on time. The teacher paddled me with a large wooden paddle with holes, while I bent over his classroom desk with my forearms on the desk. It was embarrassing, as it took place in front of the class, and painful, as I was only wearing a supporter under my Levi corduroy pants. My pants were pretty worn, so it felt like I was being paddled bare.

My parents never paddled me or my older brother. However in elementary school - 7th or 8th Grade, on rare occasions the Principal (male) or the Boys' Vice-Principal (also male) would paddle a boy in the office with his parents' approval (retrieved by a phone call, I believe).

A boy I knew was a real true troublemaker and always frustrating teachers - I know he was paddled one afternoon in the office only because the boy himself advertised it - as if it was a badge of honor. He told a group of us that he was to "report" to the Principal in the office after school and that he was to get a paddling with his "pants pulled down" (meaning, I assumed, on the bare bottom although he did not say that specifically). He added that the Principal had called his strict Father to let him know, and that his Father had asked if he could "drive over and watch, and maybe help."

This last element was not solidified one way or another, but the boy inferred very clearly that he (the boy) assumed his Father was on his way to the school and would be watching the disciplinary punishment from start to finish.

I found this boy to be very obnoxious, to be honest, and remember wishing at the time that I could watch him struggle through the paddling I was sure he deserved.