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Crossing Guard
When I was 12 and in the 7th grade I was a traffic guard at my
elementary school with one of the busiest corners that kids had to cross
when walking to and from school.
One day my dad and I had an argument about whether I should wear a hat
to school, and I finally gave in and put on the hat and stomped out of
the house to perform my traffic guard duties.
When I got out of sight of the house I took off the stupid hat and stuck
it into my coat pocked and put on my guard belt and reported to my
assigned corner. About 10 minutes later my dad drove by and pulled to
the curb and stopped. He got out of the car and came over to talk to me
and I had forgotten all about the hat I was supposed to be wearing. I
had about 15 kids waiting for the light to change so that they could
cross, but my dad grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the bus
stop bench and turned me over his knee. He pulled my pants down and
then my underpants and lectured me on disobeying him before he gave me a
serious bare bottom spanking. The traffic light changed, but none of
the kids left the corner and by the time my spanking was done there were
at least 25 kids watching me get spanked.
When the spanking was over my dad pulled up my underpants, but made me
take off my pants, before he let me continue my traffic guard duties. I
spent the next 15 minutes standing on the corner, stopping traffic and
letting the other kids go onto school while I was wearing my jacket,
crossing guard belt, underpants and shoes. The little kids got a real
kick out of seeing a 7th grader in his underpants with a red and
obviously very sore behind. When the last group reached my corner my
dad repeated the bare bottom spanking and then let me get dressed to go
onto school.
That afternoon when school was out my father was waiting at my corner
and repeated the punishment with an even harder and longer spanking. The
other difference was that I performed my guard duries that afternoon
without the presence of my underpants which were laying on the bus stop
bench along with my pants. That afternoon my corner was crowded with
kids who did not normally go that way home, but who had heard about my
spanking and just wanted to see if it was true. In fact several of them
were just going around the block so that they could see me again. I
spent 45 minutes standing on my corner with my very red and sore bare
behind and everything else showing. I received another spanking when
guard duties were over and another with the belt before bed that
evening.
I learned my lesson about disobeying my dad about wearing a hat or
anything else.
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My Elementary Principal
All through the 7th grade I made trips to Ms. Montigue�s (the principal)
office to be
disciplined about once or twice a month and most were not especially
noteworthy, I just ended up with a very sore behind.
The only other one that stands out in my mind is the time I got into
trouble with my traffic guard supervisor. During an argument with her
on my corner, I slipped and told her to go to he**.
When I got to school I went immediately to Mrs. Montigue�s office with
the supervising teacher and received a spanking from both of them.
When the spanking was over I was allowed to put on my underpants and
was
told to stand in the corner. Classes started and I started to get
dressed, but Mrs. Montigue told me that I was going to spend the entire
day in the corner and that I would be spanked again each time the class
change bell sounded. The first hour was quite and when the first bell
rang she took down my pants and underpants and spanked me with the strap
until I was in tears. This time when I stood in the corner I was not
allowed to put on my underpants, which left my sore red behind on
display to anyone who came in or who was in the waiting room outside
her
office, because she kept the office door open when not in conference.
During the day, Mrs. Montigue had a series of meetings and conferences
with other teachers students and occasionally parents, and they all
commented on the obvious result of discipline in her school.
The most embarrassing of these meetings were two parents of twin sixth
grade girls who were going to start at our school. The parents and
girls had an appointment with Ms. Montigue and when they arrived her
parents had a long discussion with Ms. Montigue while the girls sat and
spent the whole time looking at my bare behind. About halfway through
the meeting with these parents, the class bell rang and Ms. Montigue
excused herself from the discussion and told them that she had to take
care of a little problem. She got the strap, turned me over a chair
in her office and whipped my bare behind in front of the four of them.
After the spanking, the girls and their parents asked a lot of
questions about discipline at our school and the parents seemed very
excited about Ms. Montigue�s techniques, but the girls were obviously
less favorably impressed. This might be because they knew this type
of
discipline could be applied to their behinds in the future.
The rest of the day was uneventful except that my behind was blistered
hourly and the bright red result was viewed by a lot of students, staff
members and others.
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Jerry's Mom
When I was 12 I spent a week at a friends house during the summer and
got a kick out of watching his mom spank his 10 year old brother�s bare
bottom when he misbehaved, which was once or twice a day. She took
down his pants, bared his behind and used a hair brush to blister his
bottom.
My friend Jerry and I went out of our way to set up his little brother
so that he would get into trouble and get another spanking, but one
time
during the second day of my visit his mom figured out what we were
doing
and we both got spanked along with his brother. His mom had no
problem baring my behind and using her hair brush on me until I was
sobbing like a baby.
After that his mom had her hands full spanking the three of us when she
believed we needed it and by the third day I was getting my behind
blistered twice a day. By the forth day we were restricted to
the house and fenced yard and were not allowed to wear anything but our
underpants, so that it was easier for her to straighten us out with the
hairbrush.
By the end of the week, she had paddled my behind so many times I no
longer was embarrassed by having my pants removed, but the hair brush
really hurt.
From that week on, Jerry�s mom always felt free to spank my bare behind
whenever I was at her house and she thought I needed it, which was
fairly often. I discovered that Jerry was getting spanked by his mom
almost as often as my dad spanked me, and I received several spankings
from her during the next few years. The last spanking I received from
her was when I was 15 years old, and as usual it was on my bare behind.
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