One of the first paddlings I recall in school was in the first or second grade. The principal sent me to get a paddle from the lunchroom supervisor. (She had probably given it to her just before I was in her office) That was a long walk. I tearfully asked for the paddle from a woman I had never noticed before. I returned it to the principal who sent me to wait for her in the boys restroom.
Soon enough, the principal and a teacher as a witness came in the restroom. I was lectured and told to bend over.
This has stayed with me because I was sent for the paddle. It was not the only time. I was sent to borrow a paddle from the teacher across the hall. Every teacher had a paddle, but this way I was humiliated, asking another teacher in front of her class for a paddle to be used on me. Everyone could hear her paddle me in the hall.
[An aside: The same principal used the rumor of a paddling machine on me. She told me her paddling machine could give 20 licks per minute and wondered if I could take that. Of course, I could not. She advised me to straighten up and fly right, or she would have me meet the machine.]
I tried sending one woman to get the paddle from Bacall. That worked as well as you might think. Lots of giggling.
I tried putting all the paddles out and asking her to choose one. That didn’t work; they always choose the biggest paddle.
A few of our favorite things. The third from the left was a fav pick.
What if you lived in a neighborhood where everyone was paddled? Imagine being sent to borrow a paddle from a neighbor. She might give you a few licks herself, before you had to bring home and everyone could look out the window and see the paddle that was going to set you on fire.
Some women handing the paddle to their spankers.
If I remember correctly, this was taken at a school
Is that a bit of regret she is showing?
Who Are You Going to Paddle This Saturday?
irene has seldom if ever asked me for a specific spanking implement. We have seven or eight, mostly leather, items that we keep in a locked box and she’ll often ask me to get them out. I rarely see what she’s using and don’t know until I feel it. Even then, I’m only sometimes certain.
The idea of being sent for the paddle and having to ask for it does have a certain appeal.
The idea of being sent for the paddle and having to ask for it does have a certain appeal.
Store them at a neighbor’s. How scary is that to you?
School authority figures of that era turned the shame / embarrassment elements into an art form. Do we think they knew what they were doing? Of course they did. How you managed later in life as a Switch Spanko, to NOT associate spanking with discipline or those shame feelings is the only surprising part. I do like your neighborhood idea. Be like borrowing a cup of sugar. Not only would everyone see you fetch the paddle… they’d get to watch since everyone’s house would have a big ‘ol picture window facing the street. Be the neighborhood equivalent of those school paddlings out in the hallway… in technicolor.
How you managed later in life as a Switch Spanko, to NOT associate spanking with discipline or those shame feelings is the only surprising part
Yeah, I mentioned that in a recent post. There was a two-year separation between HS and the day I became a spanko, a switch, from seeing a picture of two Betty Page types spanking each other.
The neighborhood could have a weekly or monthly get-together. Everyone brings their latest toy and everyone else gets to try it out.
Did your school have a paddling machine?
Fortunately, my school did not… though fantasy-wise, I admit the idea of spanking machines has always been mildly intriguing. Just imagine the future of AI, Virtual Reality and Robotics… ooh-la-la!
A paddling machine was accepted as a fact at our elementary school. As often as they paddled me I think they would have used it on me.
As a kid in grade school, we also thought they had a paddling machine at the grade school. I remember one of my friends back then pointed it out. I was located in a dimly lit side room off the office. Years later I realized it was the mimeograph machine… who knew? Ha!
Several decades ago in the last century, I acquired this and it is very effective. I suspect it is for a 21st birthday, but that is a guess. It is two pieces hinged with paper inside I guess for signatures or comments. It is easy to grip and it is one my wife has never broken. For some reason I can only do one picture at a time
Here is it when open.
So you get paddled with it?
Have been in the past after I first got it, but like all our toys, something new comes along.
I switched to a boys preparatory school at age 8. For the next two years the paddles were shared between classes. So it was a regular occurrence to be sent to collect a paddle from another class. Oddly, these two years were the only ones in my entire school time that punishment was given on the hand, and with a paddle.
As to differentiating between punishment canings and subsequent spanko activity, it did not seem that different, and probably acted as a stimulant.
As someone who had been sent to get the paddle in 5th grade, I remember the embarrassment of having to ask for the paddle! Tex you are absolutely right, they had it down to an art form. I was lucky, I was only paddled twice, but it was enough. Now, the whole neighborhood scenario is very interesting to me also. I can envision a neighborhood of spankos with one special paddle that gets passed around when needed. Great fun to think of.
I suppose the teachers swapped stories about paddling machines and swapping paddles at conferences. Now the machines are a reality. I saw a clip where teachers were trying them out with no worries,.