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As I have related before I grew up in a rural farming town near Enid, Oklahoma. I went to Enid high school, which was established in 1911. They used to have the old, one room school house as kind of a museum near the current high school (it burned down when I was little) and it had, on display, the “rod” they used for corporal punishment back in the day. When I went to school there they used a paddle and strap for punishment. The most swats you could get as a punishment was 15 with the strap and five with a heavy oak paddle, while bending over the principal's or teacher's desk. But at least it was over your clothes, unlike my mother who always punished me on the bare. I was always getting in trouble, minor stuff mostly but I was a smoker and of course that was forbidden. When I was in 11th grade I was caught smoking the third time in a month by Ms. Fremont. I wasn't too afraid of her because she was a small woman and while she had her own paddle her swats didn't hurt all that much. I figured that she would give me the customary 1 swat and then give me a lecture. Unfortunately for me she was not in a forgiving mood that day and sent me with a note to the principal's office. When I got there I gave the note to Mr. Roberts who was a big man and I was definitely afraid of him. His swats really hurt and I am sure that he enjoyed administering them. Still I figured well 1 swat, how bad can it be? But then I got a sick feeling in my stomach when he started lecturing me about how this was the second time I'd been caught this week, third time this month, obviously something wasn't getting through and that this time I was going to get the maximum punishment which was 5 swats with the paddle. I had a real sick feeling in my stomach now. Things started moving quick then. He got the vice principal to come in and witness my punishment Ms. Myers (who didn't like me and had a grin on her face) to make matters worse I had worn a skirt that day and for a moment I thought he was going to make me pull it up but he didn't. I bent over the desk and waited. The sick bastard tapped my butt and told me to take a wider stance. He made me look straight ahead to a spot on the wall so I couldn't see the swat coming. The the bastard waited for a few seconds before a heard a loud “thawack!” and that damn heavy paddle come slamming into my butt. I almost forgot to say “one”. Then another long pause before “thawack!” Two. Then he picked up the pace “thawack!” three (I started to sob a bit on three). “thawack” Three. “thawack” Four! I was crying a lot now then a long pause before “thawack” Five!! That asshole had really laid it on hard. I started to get up, but he stopped me and said “No, we are not done here.” Now he had just given me the maximum amount of swats with the paddle so I started protesting. Yes, Alasandra I did but I haven't given you the strap yet. I was thinking to myself the strap? OMG, no he can't. That is when he told me I was going to get ten more with the strap and if I kept arguing he'd give me 15. So there I was bending over his desk crying and he went to his cabinet and got out the strap and put up the paddle. The strap was a big leather strap that said on it. Canadian Prison Punishment Strap. It was thick leather and I'd never been punished with it before but I had heard it wasn't nearly as bad as the paddle. Once again I had to look at the spot on the wall. Then I heard a “swish” and a “swat” I started to count but he said I didn't have to. God that damn thing hurt on my already sore little butt. “Swish” “swat” Swish swat, and it went on and on. On about 6 I jumped and number 7 went up on the backs of my bare legs. OMG that hurt. I was crying so loud that they could hear me in the hall way. He gave me a few moments to compose myself and then I was sent teary eyed and embarrassed back to class. I'll never forget the look on Ms. Myers face as I left the office, she was clearly turned on the fucking bitch. I never smoked at school again.