My principal, Wilfred Z Schlossenteiser, wore sharkskin suits and always walked briskly. He drove a deep sapphire Chrysler Imperial with huge fins. He was uppity and curt, and the morning announcements through the PA were spoken with authority.
I was sent to the principal many times because teachers didn't know how to handle me. I was a good kid, except when I had to listen to boring verbiage, or do things that I didn't like to do. I couldn't conform to proper gender activities without having a meltdown.
Whisked down the marble corridors by my arm, the frustrated teacher roughly dragged me while I grabbed locker doors to try and escape. After a dramatic entry, Mr Schlossenteiser would make me wait just long enough for me to regain composure. Then he'd ask me into his office and shut the door, always locking it, for effect. He'd speak to me about obedience and understanding the consequences.
When the ball bearings of his lower left desk drawer rolled over the rail, I would get chills. He always said "you know what is in this drawer don't you"? I always said, "The paddle, sir." He then had me pull down my pants, always bare bottom.
Years later, I wonder, did he know he was sexualizing me? Was I just a non diagnosed ADD, budding homo? Did this happen to other guys in elementary school? Girls?
Where the hell you were that they were allowed to paddle you with your pants down?
They did it when my older siblings were in school, but it was outlawed here shortly after I started school (1980).
I remember the principal spanked my brother and he ended up going to the doctor and my parents decided never again. (I believe you had a choice of suspension or a spanking). This was going on with Jr. High kids and High School kids as well. Somebody was getting their kicks.
I'm sorry, you lost me at a deep sapphire Chrysler Imperial with huge fins. I'd love to have one of those.
What is this thread about?
I was in elementary school in the 60's, a private school where we were all terrified of the headmaster. The idea of "refusing to do what we didn't want to" would've been unthinakble; then again, I wasn't living in a porno story world like the "OP" was.
R3, the car. His wife had a white convertible, newer, like a '66, similar model. I used to walk by their house, afraid of being seen, but loving their cars.
R1, it was in his private office. There was nothing inappropriate, punishment was swift and clinical.
R4, I finally calmed down when I got a teacher that ' understood' me in the fourth grade. She really made a difference. And, Btw,the porn fantasy is all yours.
The story read like a porn plot, it really did.
My fourth grade teacher was a nasty piece or work, playing blatant favorites, humiliating the rest, so lucky you!
There were relatively few spankings in elementary school, my first and second grade teachers maybe did it a few times with a ping pong paddle to a very few other kids, one in particular for wetting his pants all the time in first grade. There was one younger male teacher in 6th grade who seemed to like paddling the boys on trumped up "charges", like cheating on tests or something, but I think the principal tended to discourage methods of discipline like this. There were actually more paddlings in junior high school and high school.
Teacher here. In the district I work in, paddling is still done by principals with parental consent. Parents sign a form at the beginning of the schoolmyear designating if they approve or not. Students aren't paddled on first offenses, and when they are, parents are notified and two witnesses are present. My mom always gave consent for my sister and I to be paddled (but neither of us ever got in big trouble) and told us if we got it at school, we'd get it worse at home.
In northern Indiana in the 60s, kids got "the board" (literally a handled board with holes in it for swifter delivery, greater impact, or something) in the hallways so everyone could hear the echo. It was all but announced over the intercom beforehand. Three culprits, all male, of my era grew up to be in constant trouble with the law for the rest of their lives.
Thanks for that, r6, I can see what you say, college dean, bad student, drawer full of 'toys' and there it is, a nifty archive.
Teachers can have huge influences on kids...formidable years.
This didn't happen. Love the "posts" though.
The OP is talking about a time when this kind of thing did happen. Teachers used to be in charge of schools and the students. Now the students are in charge.
Same thing happened in the prison system. Bulls ran the prisons until the prisoners pressed for civil rights.
At 15 I called by typing teacher a bitch, she sent me to the principles office. He was the football coach and HUGE. He was nice enough, telling me I could not do that.
The second time I called her a bitch he was not so nice. He literally picked me up off the ground with each hand grabbing a shoulder. Shook me with he face in mine telling me I would not do that again.
During the 60's spanking was the norm. I even had a teacher paddle me in front of the class in the 70s. Funny thing, the yardstick started breaking and it made the teacher go ballistic, beating me with the little piece left.
My pain threshold is kind of high, so it really was funny. I kept giggling, and the class was laughing.
I became a celebrity for the day.
Spankings were called "licks" in the South
Our elementary school principal used a ping pong paddle with holes drilled in it to cut down on "wind resistance".
OP sounds like a fat old queen that read way too many Nancy Drew novels. Please OP don't try your hand at writing again, It was almost like you came to my house and farted, I'm embarrassed for both of us.
I believe it. I was in elementary school in the 70's and my 1st grade teacher Mrs. Wainscott was a fat bitch of the highest order. She used to rap my head with her knuckles all the time until I told my mom and she went down and had a talk with her.
[quote]Whisked down the marble corridors by my arm, the frustrated teacher roughly dragged me
Who whisked the frustrated teacher down the corridors using OP's arm? I don't understand.
[quote]I was a good kid, except when I had to... do things that I didn't like to do.
Sounds like a pretty big exception.
I attended Catholic School and by the time I started, there were no nuns teaching nor any in our local parishes at all. There were no convents, so nuns had nowhere to stay since there was always a rectory with priests & deacons, which was off-limits to nuns.
There was no corporal punishment in Catholic Schools by the time i got there, but I remember a teacher actually tying a frantic kid into his desk with a jump rope...don't recall what he did. However, my mother and older brother & sisters said they were regularly slapped as well as whipped and spanked by nuns with whatever was handy.
I knew that as a child, my friends in public school weren't so lucky. The sadistic stories some of you have told correspond exactly with my memories, except that I believe a paddling in public school was required to have an adult witness and certainly no "bare bottoms." I remember a friend showing me his butt and it was obvious the paddle had holes drilled in it or bored out to worsen the pain.
Besides the proven fact that violence begets violence, under no circumstances should anyone ever be allowed to inflict physical punishment upon a child except his/her parents. I don't even believe in that, but that's for parents to decide.
OP, what you described was illegal child abuse, plain & simple. I regret that Mr. S. and jerks like him were never punished for their actions because I've volunteered in mental health and know of what I speak.
R9, you are exactly correct. R12, with all due respect, you're a blithering idiot, demonstrated by the fact that a 15y/o would even know such language to use and dare do it again after being punished for it.
Also OP, if Mr. S. was German & Protestant like certain ancestors of mine, those mean jerks did not mind beating children at all -- they considered it an essential part of their religion & culture. Furthermore, sharkskin suits were outrageous and Chrysler Imperials were more expensive than Lincolns & Cadillacs. A 1961 Lincoln Continental cost almost as much as a Rolls-Royce. It would be impossible for a middle class couple to afford two Imperials unless they had wealth in addition to their income -- I don't envision a man of such means employed as a grammar school principal. Hopefully you weren't pulling the wool over our eyes...
[quote] I was a good kid, except when I had to listen to boring verbiage, or do things that I didn't like to do
Really? You were a good kid? Except in class, apparently, and when you had to do things you "didn't like". That could mean anything. You sound like an insubordinate brat.
What actual evidence do you have that you were good? I made it through 12 years of Catholic school without getting called to the principal's office once.
[quote]I've volunteered in mental health
There's not the slightest doubt of this, r19.
Catholic schools in the 60's, public in the '70s.
The worst I saw was a couple of the nuns rapping kids knuckles with a ruler.
Hot story, though, OP.
R21, grow up. Do you get your jollies harassing strangers?
People were paddled in Alabama at my private school up until 1996.
I got paddled in 4th grade for gum chewing off all things, and wished death on my teacher on the way home. In my freshman year of HS, she got cancer and died. I laughed.
Six of the best with a cane.
R14, in the porno scenario, a spanking would most definitely be followed by some licks...
I want to hear more from the poster who called his typing teacher a bitch, twice. What year was this? What prompted you to call her a bitch? Who taught you that type of behavior? Your parents? Did you grow up in a verbally abusive household?
Jr High Science Lab teacher, Mr Fryssar. He administered "caning" where he used a dowel rod on student's palms. Depending on the infraction it could be one swat or multiple. He reduced the biggest school jock to tears.
When I was in 4th grade (1981 or so), I pushed Melinda's seat away as she was moving to sit down and she fell on her ass in full view of the class, including the teacher! I was immediately sent to the principal's office for punishment.
This was my first time getting in "big" trouble at school. The principal lectured me and then asked me to open one of his desk drawers. Inside I saw two wooden paddles: the thick one had "BOYS" engraved on it and the thin one had "GIRLS" engraved on it. He asked me if I thought he should use the paddle on me. I told him that I thought that he shouldn't and he said OK and excused me. He walked me back to the classroom and stood next to me when I apologized to Melinda in front of the class.
Looking back: Woah, paddling children is creepy and inappropriate.
BTW, this was a public school.
R28, sometimes a teacher IS a biotch and it needs to be said. There, lets see if it censors this post too. Jeezus.
r28 here. I didn't censor anyone, in fact, I was asking for more information.
yeah, what did the biatch do? was she awful to just you, or was it the consensus of the class?
My mother was apparently quite the little hellion in elementary school and was sent to the principals' office for throwing a rock at a boy. The principal was administering the strap across the open palm of my mother when she yanked her hand back and the principal slapped himself square in the nuts with the strap.
My mom is now in her 70's and still laughs when she tells this story.
LOL @ R16
[quote]Who whisked the frustrated teacher down the corridors using OP's arm? I don't understand.
Paddling is still done in my rural school in Tennessee
Haha, I'd like to have a drink with your mom, R35.
Yes, it's all true. And sorry about the choppy story line and delivery. It was late and the inspiration and execution came together in about eight minutes. I know pointless bitchery abounds here, I'll leave it at that.
I had spoken with my Mother yesterday, she was talking about visiting a friend in an assisted living home, and while doing so, ran into my third grade teacher, Mrs Retzbach. Mrs R. dragged me down the hall, r18, many times, and the thing is, she had one wild eye, which freaked me out. The 88 year old Mrs R. was commiserating on how she could have better handled me then. Hello, DECADES have passed. I must have been out-of-control, r20.
I am so lucky that my fourth grade teacher, Mrs Anton was able to harness my energy and help me focus. No more visits to the principal's office.
It was principal Schlossenteiser's shark skin suits and outlandish style that my mother always remarks about. R19, I don't know Mr. S's financials, but I do know by my high school years, the cars at his home were more modest and they actually *fit* in the garage. My school was located in a small, wealthy enclave. Cadillacs and Lincolns were normal, Rolls Royces, a few, more so in the 1970's. Luxury Chryslers were quite obvious in the 1960's, it made Mr S. bigger than life, especially in those suits and wielding a paddle. ....My family were working professionals and drove boring cars.
I love the porn comparison, and the Nancy Drew parallel...Hardy Boys, actually was my read. Most of all, thanks to those that are posting their same or similar experiences. I wonder if we are better or worse for being punished by our educators?
While I think the bare bottomed paddlings should be limited to the home (and I received dozens over the years), I have to say the paddle should be administered far more frequently at both home and at school.
OP, as you lay across Mr. Schlossenteiser's lap, your clothes around your ankles, did you feel the warmth rising through his sharkskin suits from his hot, hot lap?
Incidentally, OP, even in the South (I'm from Alabama) "licking" a bare bottom meant something very different.
I know that this is anonymous, but even so, just for the record, I should like to mention that I am no longer from Alabama, nor have I been for a very long time. Please note the use of polysyllables in my admittedly fairly inane post at R42.
It's good to see this still goes on. However, three licks to a HS boy is a joke. It should probably start at six for a minor offense and move up from there.