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The Farmboy Gets A Paddling at Junior High, Part 1
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A FARMBOY GETS A PADDLING IN JUNIOR HIGH
(Part 1 of 2 )
The junior high school that I attended was an old stone
building which stood between the elementary school and the high
school on the school grounds. There was not a cafeteria in the
old junior high building, so those of us who were in the 7th or
8th grade had to eat in the elementary school cafeteria. This
elementary school cafeteria was only 20 or 30 yards from our
building, so when our classes let out for lunch, we would wait
outside standing in line.
One day, a couple of friends and I were standing in line a
little further back than normal so that we were actually next to
some of the lower windows of the old junior high building. The
very lowest floor of this old building was about half basement
and half first floor, if you know what I mean. It wasn't entirely
underground, but it wasn't the main floor of the structure
either. The rooms down there were usually used for storage, and
only rarely as classrooms.
As we were standing in line talking and cutting up, one of
my friends suddenly said, "Hey, get a load of this!" We looked
through the window next to us and there was a 7th grader who was
getting ready to take licks from Coach Mann.
Coach Mann was the assistant boy's basketball coach and
taught 8th grade English. My friends and I were all 8th graders
at the time and we had Mann for English. I was also on the
junior high basketball team.
At one time or another we had all had licks from him. He
did not give licks as often as the other coaches, but boy did
they ever STING! He always used a very long, thin paddle, maybe
half as thick as the boards the other coaches used and maybe 3 to
4 inches longer. The total length was at least two and a half
feet, I would estimate. He never left bruises and even the red
marks and welts did not last long compared to those of the other
coaches or the assistant principal, but the STING from his licks
was really INCREDIBLE. Hardly anyone could stay down to take
licks from Coach Mann. Usually after the third, you had to stand
up and grab your ass.
I had no idea who the boy getting the licks was. He was
short, had a head of full light blonde hair, blue eyes , and was
really cute. He looked younger than a 7th grader, but I could
tell by the books he had stacked on the floor by the door that he
was taking 7th grade classes. I think he was wearing a blue cotton
work shirt, the kind mechanics and gas station attendants wore.
He had on old brown dusty cowboy boots and an old, faded pair of
Levis. Nice tight 501's. He had a small, firm body, and a
really nice butt packed into those Levis. His left jeans pocket
bulged with a wallet and he had a large red handkerchief in his
right one. He looked for all the world as if he had just stepped
down off a tractor.
We had missed the preliminaries. By the time we noticed
what was going on in there, both the boy and Coach Mann were
getting ready to get down to business. To this day, I have no
idea what the offense was. There was an old teacher's desk in the
front of the room and a straight-backed chair. The rest of the
room was full of student's desks stacked to the ceiling in
storage.
Mann had his infamous paddle in his right hand and the
blonde boy was standing with his back to the coach. The coach
nudged him into an open area to one side of the teacher's desk
and in the front of the classroom. The boy's back was still to the
coach. Then Mann stepped back and to one side. We couldn't hear
anything, but the coach must have asked the boy to empty his
pockets because as the coach was standing there, the boy reached
back and pulled his red handkerchief and wallet out of his
pockets and placed them on the floor at his feet.
*** END PART ONE. PART TWO WILL FOLLOW. ***
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