Get the Paddle
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?