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I grew up in south Georgia where paddling was not only allowed but used almost every day on a poor student male and females. Unfortuantly for me I received a paddling in evey grade but frist and fifth. it wasn't till I was in seventh grade that i really strated to like getting paddled. Don't ge me wrong the paddlings I received hurt a lot. It was the first day of school and I was in my last class of the day English. We had a new teacher right out of college, her name was Ms. Mac and she was very pretty. I had an immediate crush on her. She started the class by handing out the rules she expected us to follow while in her class. Shen then opened up a drawer in her desk and removed a paddle, which was long and wide and had holes in it. She told us that if we broke any of the rules she would not hasitate to use the paddle. Well the first day went by fast and we were dismissed. The next day went by smoothly for me until I got to English. Ms Mac was talking about a subject and I was not paying attention. She told me twice to pay attention. The third time she told me to stay after class that she wanted to talk to me. So after the bell rang I sat at my desk nervous and waited as the rest of the students left the room. Ms Mac closed the door after the last student left and turned around and looked at me. She asked me if I knew why I was staying after school. I said yes ma, that I was not paying attention to her during class. She told me I was right and said she was going to paddle me for not paying attention and being warned three times. She then opened her drawer and took the paddle out. She then got a straight back chair and brought it to the front of the room and sat down. She then told me to come stand by her right side. i went and stood by her. She looked up at me and took my arm and pulled me over her lap. She adjusted me so my head was almost toughing the floor and I had to put my hands down on the floor to keep from hitting my head. She laid the paddle on my blue jean covered bottom and told me she was going to give me ten spanks. She then rub the paddled back and forth across my bottom until she was ready. She raised the paddled and brought it down hard with a loud explosion. At first I could hardly catch my breath but then I heard a loud cry and realized it was me responding to that paddle. She continued to paddle me mostly striking the very bottom of my rear end (where thighs meet bottom). She gave me all ten spanks making sure the last five were the hardest. After the spanking I laid on her lap crying and wiggling. She finally helped me up and I stood there and rubbed my rearend trying to sooth the pain. She told me that she hoped she would never have to give me another paddling, but she would not hasitate to do so if I needed one. I told her I would pay attention from now on and she would never have to paddle me again. She told me I could go home and I left her room still crying and rubbing. Later that night I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I looked at my bare bottom in the full length mirror. it was bright red still and felt really hot. I got dressed and went to my room and laid on my bed. As I lay there I rub my bottom and started realizing i was having some strange feelings as I remember the paddling (remember I had a crush on Ms Mac). it was then that i realized I wanted to get another paddling from my young beautiful English teacher, and I did many times.

VERY NICE!! I envy you this memory! I had a crush on my 8th grade science teacher who wielded a pointer as if it were a cane, swishing it through the air and sometimes striking an object. I had a fantasy (which I wrote up and posted here several months ago). I fantasized she kept me after school to use the pointer on my bare bottom and then invited me to use it on hers, but sadly it was only a fantasy that never came true. Great post--thanks for sharing! BTW, if I had been in your Ms Mac's class, I believe I would have been a multiple repeat offender, too!

LOL I am sure you would have been. I still have a crush on her. I was able to see her about 8 years ago as I was a conference where we met and we got together for lunch and talked about the good old days. She says said only paddle one person and I said it was probably me as I was the first person to get paddled by her and reecieved many more from her. I did get paddled once by her when I was in 8th grade for talking in the hall during class change. Had to repoort to her after school and got it again over her lap, with same paddle. she says she doesn't remember that but I do. It was a long long time ago. probable early 1970's

This is a true story it really is.
When I was in infant school I had a crush on my teacher who taught us from our 1st year for age 5's to 3rd year age 7's.
I was a little tearaway always in trouble with everyone but her, I was always well behaved in her class and in my childish mind was madly in love with her.
One day when I was six, I was wrongly accused of causing havock in the class room whilst she was out of the room for a few minutes. When she came back into the room to see what the noise was all about, she heard 3 of the boys in the class say I caused it, 3 that I didn't get on with because they thought I was teachers pet.
So very sternly she called me out front and when I got there she pulled me over her knee, pulled my trousers down and spanked me 10 times over my underpants. I cried because it was my hearthrob who had spanked me and because I was innocent.
When the class was dismissed to go home later, she told me to stay behind.
She called me to her, picked me up and sat me on her lap and told me she knew I was being picked on and smilingly told me I WAS the teacher's pet as the others had said, and she knew that they were always picking on me, and that she was sorry I was spanked but she saw it as a way to stop the bullying before it got out of hand with the other boys.
I was back to my normal self by now and said it was ok, she was still my favourite teacher, she gave me a big smile and a kiss on the cheek.
Telling me I was a good and brave boy she stood me back on my feet and opened her desk drawer, and there was a hard wooden hairbrush like my mother used frequently on me at home, that's what I use on naughty boys like those other 3 when it's deserved, but I know I'll never have to use that on you. And with another big smile she sent me home. If only I knew then what I know now I would have made a point of being naughty in her class.

SWITCH SPANKER in CT Interesting, I like the caning the best this is quite rare.

SWITCH SPANKER in CT Interesting, Interesting, I like the caning the best this is quite rare.

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