That never happened to me in school, they couldn't spank you because it wasn't legal, although we always heard that it did happen in catholic school. I'm not catholic so I don't know about that. What did happen to me was getting caught--on school grounds--smoking pot. It was the first, last, and only time I ever did that, and my girlfriend and I got caught by the school principal, so you can see how smart we were at the time. Pot grows wild around where we live and my girlfriend had stolen some from her brother, who had a stash of it. The principal took us home and in my case, told my grandmother, who raised me.

The principal then departed, but I DEFINITELY got a bare-bottom spanking a few minutes later, with my great-uncle's razor strap (though not by him). Grandma did it, and the only good thing about it was that she wasn't all that strong by then. If I'd had a dad at home, it would have been a whole lot worse for me. My punishment spankings had ended by the time I was twelve, but I was fifteen when this happened, and it was the last one I got growing up. Also probably the worst one.

Yes yes yes...the stories of bare bottom spanking in school are great fantasy....but people get serious......FANTASY!!!!!!!

Just for the record, the story I posted is 100% true and even though it happened during the 1958-59 school year, I remember it like it was yesterday. Again, it wasn't BARE bottom but it was on her panties, OTK with a small fly back paddle. At the time it was more shocking than erotic. I was fascinated by spanking but didn't understand why and it made me feel somewhat creepy. I've always wondered how many of the other students in class that day remember the incident as well as I do. But I'm certain the girl does.

J7,

I got to kind of witness a similar type of spanking while in grade school (no need for me to mention the year...LOL) and while it wasn't on the 2 girls' bare butts, it was still quite fascinating.

At the risk of repeating myself, I addressed in an earlier post the whole idea of school paddling "fanatsy" vs. "reality." Overall, I agree with Paully. The account you gave and the one I'm thinking of were probably about as radical as US schools every really got.

Gary

Julebunns and husband
 

^Please gives more of the school paddling stories you promised.

I was raised in the deep south, and attended a private Christian school. Paddling were quite common there--from elementary, all the way through the high school classes. The teachers at my school all had the authority to paddle us. I was sixteen when i received my last paddling. It was administered by my English teacher, Mrs. Wilcox, after she caught me snapping the bra strap of the girl sitting in front of me.

Mrs. Wilcox, a tall, attractive brunette--I guess in her mid-thirties back then, took me into a closet located in the back of the room, then after making me take down my pants and underwear, bent me over the back of a chair and gave me six swats with her paddle.

Sure were a lot of folks getting naked from the waist down for teachers of different sex. If any of these accounts were true, sure must be a lot teachers in state prisons around y'alls parts.

Never in front of a class, but while in grade five, I was supposed to get a paddling by my (female) teacher during a class break. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but when it came time, I lied to my teacher and told her my mom didn't want me paddled at school anymore. I had overheard some other dude telling that it had worked for him and I guess I was embarrassed by the fact when I did get a paddling - usually five or six swats, always over your pants, I'd be crying and screeching after the second or third swat. The teacher looked pissed but told me I'd be in the class after school for detention. I thought I was pretty slick until I saw my mom show up after school was dismissed, and with her, my teacher and the paddle, I was escorted to the teacher's lounge where my mom made me pull my pants and underwear down and my teacher gave my six swats on my bare butt. There were still a lot of kids in the school and several told me they could hear me screaming down the hall. Needless to say, once I got home, my mom gave me another whipping, bare, with her leather belt.