Catturd: I was 5-years-old in 1969 …
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I dunno, even Katie says I deserved it though she sure didn't seem to mind the attention.
1969 the Dean had a huge wooden paddle with big 1in holes drilled in it, I know because it was a shop class project. Always pissed me off getting "swats" from something I had a hand in making!
hahah what a great story. Gives me an idea maybe we can get Hillary and he cohorts making rope at Gitmo
What a great thought! LOL!
That is super cool you married someone that was in 6th grade with you!
Perhaps she wanted to see you get paddled for her. It was a test and you passed!
She actually did witness that, LoL, too funny! And she still remembers it!
The Catholic school I went to in the early 60's, the principal, Sister Mary Justin, had a paddle kind of like that, only it had lots of smaller holes (and was 1" thick oak)! We would have to bend over, hold our ankles and, SWAT!!!!! Man, did that sting!
Oh man, exactly! Our dean had two different tile squares from all the others right outside his office in hallway, put your feet on each square, bend over and grab your ankles! (Must have some universal training? I don't know but you are not the first that describes it perfectly, just the way it happened)
And Yes, "the STING!" OH MY GOODNESS! LoL! I remember dancing in the hallway rubbing my butt try to ease the pain!
Of course it was done in the hallway corridor so the sounds of the swats would echo through all the classrooms. They didn't let other students witness it but atleast half the entire school damn sure heard it!
I had a social studies teacher that would stop, count out the swats by rapping his wooden pointer-wand on the chalkboard and then pontificate over the severity of the crime according to how many swats we all heard!
Ahh, the joyous memories of youth!
Thanks for smiles!