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.