Child Abuse Story From Mike
by Mike
(New York, USA)
Spanked at school:
I went to parochial school from grade 1 through 8, and my worst experiences were in the 7th grade. We were taught by the brothers at that point, and although spankings were given from time to time all through the grades by both the nuns and lay teachers, the brother in the 7th grade really took advantage of me. I didn't realize what he was doing until years later. I had gotten into trouble writing something on the back of a classmates jacket with chalk that included a curse word. Another classmate turned me in and the brother told me to stay after school. He told me he was going to send me home with a note describing what I had done, and this terrified me because my mother always told me that a note for bad behavior in school meant the strap was going to be used. I pleaded with him to the point where he asked me what would happen when I got home. When I told him I would get a whipping with the strap he started to ask for details. He made me describe how I would have to get undressed and lay face down on the bed which really embarrassed me but I had no choice. He was getting off on this but at the time I had no idea. He gave me a choice of being punished in school or a note being sent home, and I opted quickly for the school. When he got up and locked the door from the inside and lowered the shades in the windows I got the feeling that something was very different. He said that since I got it bare at home it would be the same here, which started me blubbering and pleading, but clueless as to what to do. Before I knew it he took the strap off the hook and I was bent over his desk with my pants and underpants down. He gave me a good strapping and I was an emotional mess. The real problem was that this was a green light for him to deal with me this way whenever he thought I deserved it for the rest of the school year. I had a third parent, and being in the 7th grade I sort of accepted it because in those days your parents weren't the only ones who disciplined you, and the nuns and brothers being your parents in school was drilled into your head. I got it from him about 3 or 4 more times before I moved on to the 8th grade, but it wasn't until much later when I realized how much thought and planning went into getting me over his desk.
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