It was one of the largest high schools in that state with a student population of over 3000. This school had two principals and six assistant principals. Two of the VP positions were strictly administrative, two were direct links to teachers and everything related to classes, and the final two VP positions were dealt exclusively with student discipline issues. One VP was for female students and the other for male students. While the previous VP that dealt with the female student population had been a female, the present position had been occupied by a male for the last 8 years.
While this was a very large high school it was in the Deep South. As with all schools in this part of the state, corporal punishment was alive and well. There was no bigger champion for corporal punishment that Mr. Sutherland, the VP in charge of discipline for the female students. He had grown up not far from the school and he himself was raised in a very strict Christian home. He could not even try to count how many times his own dad had beaten his butt black and blue when he was growing up. The thing he remembered most about getting spanked as a kid was how well it worked in changing his behavior. His dad was strict, the spankings could only be described as brutal, but he felt that he probably deserved everyone he had received. He did not resent his dad in any way for his strict upbringing and he felt that it had played a big role in the man he had become.
He took the issue of discipline in the school very seriously, this was his job, and he was a hard worker. He saw even the smallest infraction at school as a distraction from the educational process. The school was not well funded, the classes were large and crowded, the teachers were overworked, and he did not feel there were enough days in the school year to teach everything the state required. He felt that every student should be 100% focused on the process of learning and that anything that interfered with the process needed to be addressed. His goal in life was to make sure that any student that found her way into his office only did so once. Yes, they were teen girls and they would get distracted at times, but his job was to put them back on track and show them the error of their ways. He worked hard to make sure that any trip to his office was one to be feared. He was not the type of a man that tried to make friend with the students, he was not big on small talk, and he did not try to be social with the students in the halls. He saw his role as that of the bad guy and he was very much the bad cop in any interaction in his office.
From the moment a young lady sat down in his office he tried to make the experience as
uncomfortable as possible. His reputation and a frequent and very hard hitting paddler helped a lot to set the tone before a girl ever made it through his door. The paddlings he administered were almost legendary and with the exception of new students during the 1st week of school, everyone had heard a story about someone being paddled by him. Not only were his paddlings legendary, but so were his paddles. He had quite a collection of paddles in his office. There were a couple that had been made by the shop teacher, there was one he had made himself, and there were a few that had actually been given to him as gifts from parents of students. His reputation and a strict disciplinarian was not just limited to the school, the parents and community were quite aware. But this was the type of town in which corporal punishment was a normal, everyday, occurrence and he had the full support of the community. The parents appreciated his dedication to his job and how much disciplinary issues had decreased since he took the job. He was attempting to bring the school back to the good old days when students were well behaved. Yes, many of their daughters came home with bruised butts, but it only happened when they deserved it.
In Mr. Sutherland’s office the site of a paddle was about as common as family pictures in a typical office. There were always a couple hanging on the wall, generally one on the desk, and a couple more tucked away in drawers. He knew the powerful effect that the sight of a paddle could have on making a 1st impression on a naughty young lady, so there were always a few present. He used fear and anticipation well in the process of a punishment and the first thing that any student entering his office saw was a paddle or two. He kept his office door open at all times until he had a student in his office. He knew that no student wanted to be in his office, it was a room that none of them wanted a part of. As a student came into his office the 1st thing he did was have her close the door behind her, further adding to the apprehension as she now felt very alone with the man she feared. While he varied how he applied a paddling, a 1st trip to his office by a student in trouble generally started the same.
After he had the girl close the door he would hold out his hand for here disciplinary referral form
and tell her to have a seat. If there was not already a paddle on his desk, he would grab one off of the wall or from out of a drawer and set it on the desk in front of her. This allowed her a little time alone with her thoughts, specifically the thought of how that paddle was going to feel on her bottom. He did not possess a small paddle; they were all quite large, some with holes in them and some without. Even if this young lady before him had been, or still was, spanked at home, the chances were good that she had never felt something as big as his paddles on her bottom before. He would spend a few minutes going over her referral without saying a word. He would grab her file and see if she had been in trouble in the past. His classic move, also the stuff of legends, was to at some point pick up the paddle and gently tap it on his desk while he looked at her, still not saying a word.
He saw a school paddling as an entire process, not just the acting of spanking a girl’s bottom with a board. He knew how to draw the process out and to make it as uncomfortable as it could possibly be. He capitalized on every emotion that could be effective in preventing a student from ever coming back. He knew from his own experience of being sent to his room to wait for his dad to come and blister his ass, that the wait for a spanking could be as bad as the spanking itself. The brain can be cruel when anticipating major pain so he always made it a long and drawn out experience. While a trip to his office was always a long one, he was never long winded in his approach as far as a lecture was concerned. He knew that the attention span of teens today was limited anyway so he preferred for their experience to be about fear, anticipation, a little bit of embarrassment, and eventually pain to their bottoms.
There was the rare occasion in which a student was simply sent back to class. Not every student sent to his office had really broken the rules; sometimes it was just the wrong place at the wrong time. But is there was an infraction, especially one clearly stated in the student code of conduct, then a paddling would be administered. He knew the student code of conduct book almost verbatim. After the young lady had sweated long enough looking at the paddles and getting an evil stare from him he would pull out the conduct book and turn it to the page that detailed the infraction she had committed. He would push the book across the desk and have her read aloud the rule that she had violated. This made it all very clear cut and simple with little room for her to question what was about to happen. He would something to the effect of “that is the rule, you broke it, and now there will be consequences for your actions…any questions”? Most girls were not brave enough to say anything and nine time out of ten the response would be “no sir”.
While the initial contact with Mr. Sutherland was often the same, how he chose to paddle varied a
lot. He did not want the students to start to expect the same thing in his office so he changed up how he paddled quite a bit. Different paddles were used; different positions were utilized, and even how long between each swat varied considerably. The next step was for him to tell her that she was to be paddled. It was not really a mystery to her at this point, but this was part of the process for him, the formal announcement of the punishment. He would tell her she was to be paddled and would tell her how many she was going to receive. School policy only stated that a student could be paddled, beyond that, there were no formal guideline. There was not a requirement for a witness, there was not a same sex paddler rule, the maximum amount of swats was not specified, and it was completely up to him as to how to handle the discipline he administered. He had the full trust and support of the community, and while he never abused his powers, he made sure that every paddling he gave left a long lasting impression.
He typically gave between four and twelve swats, depending on the severity and frequency of the infraction. The frequency was not based specifically on that particular student’s trips to his office. If there was a trend forming in the school, such as smoking, then he would up the amount of licks any student would receive for that one offense. Once a student was told how many she was to receive, he would go back into intimidation mode. He would stand up and swing the paddle that he had been tapping on his desk through the air a few times. He would then pick a couple more paddles and do the same or smack them hard on his hand. He would basically take them for a test drive right there in front of her. Once he selected a paddle he would have her stand up and tell her to get into position. He utilized many different positions in his large office. A young lady could find herself bent over his desk, standing in the middle of his office with her legs spread wide and grabbing her ankles, bent over with her hands on the wall, bent with her hands on her knees, or sometimes he would pull out a small footstool, place it in the middle of his office, and have her bend over and grab onto it. Regardless of the position he chose, he was very specific as to the exact position they needed to be in. Once they were bent he would fine tune their position. He would tell the girl to widen her stance, or bend a little more, straighten her legs, arch her back, take another step back while extended her arms farther, and it could go on and on. He saw this as important and he was not simply going to bend her over and start paddling her. She needed to be an active participant in her paddling and she not only needed to cooperate, she needed to assist. This was being done for her own good and he required her to help out through the entire process.
With the exception of the paddling itself, the next part was the hardest for every girl. She had sat
at his desk looking at the paddles and dreading it hitting her bottom. She dealt with him just staring at her with the paddle in his hand. She had listened to him tell her that she was about to be paddled and watched him test each paddle to see which one was going to hurt more. He spent a good minute fine tuning her position and getting her into place. She is now there, butt in the air, feeling very vulnerable and on display just waiting for that moment that the paddle hits her bottom. The last ten minutes has built to this very moment and she knows how bad it is going to be…and then he sits back down. She hears his desk drawer open and hears papers being shuffled. She sees that he seems to filling out some paperwork. Here she is, grabbing her ankles in the middle of his office, her tight teen bottom high in the air, and now he has some filing to do? The reality is that he is filling out a corporal punishment report. Policy does not require that he do this and he simply does it for his own records. The reality is, he knows that this is the worst part for every girl that is about to be paddled. He knows her bottom is just about quivering with anticipation of the paddling she is about to receive. Once again, he sees this as part of the process, a very effective and important part and it is generally not over when he finishes filling out the form. Most of the time, he will tell her to remain in position and then excuse himself so he can make a copy of the form. He exits his office making very sure to leave the door open as wide as it goes.
With the hustle and bustle of a school with a student population of 3000+, there is a lot of activity going on in the main office. With two principals, six vice principals, a dozen administrative staff, student workers, a receptionist and everything else that goes on in running a school this large, the open area of the main office can be quite busy. There are never less than 20 people present at any given time including both students and staff. He knows it is an embarrassing process to be an older teen girl about to get a spanking at school. She is certainly stressed about how much her butt will hurt, but she is also stressed about other people finding out. The occasional guy might brag about getting paddled at school and how he took it like a man, but this is never the case with the girls. Ideally for her, it would be a secret that no one ever finds out about. She does not want others to know that her pretty little bottom was paddled until she cried. Any hope of it going down like that go right out the window as soon as he walks out and leaves his door open. He is not shy about it and no one gets in trouble for sneaking a peek, it is really half the point. He goes to the copier and makes a copy of the form. He might even take a moment to stop and chat with his secretary and see who else is waiting. She on the other hand in in the middle of his office, legs spread wide, grabbing her ankles, with her head between her legs. All she can do is close her eyes as she sees people walk past his open door. She knows everyone is looking and she can already hear the whispers. She also knows that as slow as this seems to be playing out, that the news will be spreading around school before her butt feels the 1st swat. But for him, this is all part of the process. Some girls might be able to suck it up and get through a paddling as severe as the one he is about to give, but what she is going through at the moment, he knows no girl would ever want to repeat.
After he has killed the proper amount of time he goes back in to his office and closes the door, always a little hard. A full five minutes after she was told she was going to get paddled it finally seems that it will happen. She hears him put down the papers and pick up the paddle. He steps into position behind her and she feels the paddle touch her bottom. She squints her eyes, clinches her bottom, and waits for what she knows will be unbelievable pain. Unfortunately for her, there is one more step in his process prior to paddling her bottom. While he has probably said less than a dozen words to her in the 10 minutes she has been in his office, this is not his chance to talk to her about what is going to happen and why. He starts with basic instructions and goes from there, “It is very important that you stay in this exact position for your entire paddling. The position is about more than me just having access to your butt for paddling it, it is also about safety. I will be swinging this paddle as hard as I can and we do not want it to hit anywhere other than your bottom. This is a thick and heavy piece of wood and if it hits anywhere else it could cause an injury. Yes, the goal is to create a tremendous amount of pain, as that is how lessons are learned in my office, but we need to do it in a safe manner. I will need your full cooperation throughout your paddling. I know this is going to hurt you a lot and I know it will be hard for you. There will be tears and it will be very difficult for you to endure, but it is your actions that led us to this moment. I am not the one who broke the rules but I am the one that enforces them. My goal today is to paddle your bottom in such a way that you will remember it for a long time. When you attempt, and I do mean attempt, to sit down for the next several days, I want you to think of this exact moment and give some very serious thought as to if you ever want it repeated.” He asks her if she understands and almost without fail he hears a gentle “yes sir” as he can tell that the tears have already started. Now it is time for the next step in the process.
Every photo comes from a very real school paddling video at Realspankings.com