Here is another from a long line of experiences.
When I was in school in the early 50s, the coat room was where you got swats when needed. In the 5th grade, I had the first young teacher I had ever had and all of the boys had an immediate crush on her. During the second or third week of school two girls got into a fight at recess and we knew they were going to be paddled, but Miss Moore said 10 year old girls were to old for that and she made them stand in a corner for 20 minutes.
About a week later I got into trouble and went to stand in the corner, but she said that I should go to the coat room and take my pants off, and that she would come in and take care of me in a few minutes. She then told the class that she believed 10 year old boys needed to be spanked often and hard and she would start with me in a few minutes. About 10 minutes later she came into the coat room with an 18 inch wooden ruler, turned me over her knee, pulled down my underpants and gave me 25 extremely hard smacks with the ruler, which turned my bottom bright red and caused me to sob like a little kid. I then had to stay after school and received another 25 smacks on my bare bottom before I could go home.
This teacher spanked one of the boys in our class almost ever day and at least once a week it was me. The only good point is that she did not notify my parents, so I did not get additional spankings at home. The real problem was that I began to look forward to having the teacher pull my pants down and spank me, and I often went out of my way to get into trouble that would result in my being spanked. I would especially cause trouble if their had been girls in trouble during the day because they would have to stay after school to wash the black boards, and after school the teacher would spank my bare bottom in front of them, not in the coatroom, and I found this really exciting.
I liked being spanked by this teacher.
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