Miss Chris: Memories of the Coach’s Paddle

My friend and fellow spanko Miss Chris recently shared some of her history and insights in a new interview for the website Spanking Starlets.

Here’s a juicy anecdote that didn’t appear in the published article. It involves Miss Chris’s days as a Catholic schoolgirl and her male Phys-Ed teacher who liked to brandish a fraternity paddle in class.

Memories of the Coach’s Paddle:

One day the coach lined us up in the auditorium and was inspecting our uniforms, walking up and down the rows of students. Being very tall, I was always at the back of the line.

I must have had this grin on my face when he finally got to me, because he stopped and said, “Why are you smiling? Do you think this is entertaining? Is the prospect of getting this paddle funny to you?”

I was stunned speechless. First of all, I didn’t know I was grinning! I was also horrified at the thought at being paddled.

I never did get paddled in school, but I listened very closely when the other students were paddled. The coach would take them by the ear or the upper arm and lead them to the back of the auditorium where his office was. We couldn’t see what was going on back there, but we could hear it.

We would hear some muffled voices at first, and I could tell the coach was scolding in a very low, calm voice. Then we would hear sort of a higher-pitched pleading and begging coming from the naughty student and then suddenly it was quiet – and then we heard the paddle hitting the bottom!

Usually it was over the uniform, plus the athletic tape wound around the paddle muffled the sound. But we would hear three or four big whacks and then usually the student would start to cry and eventually the coach would lead the sobbing, contrite student out of the office and put him back in the ranks. The student would be sniffling, smearing away tears and rubbing his backside.

And I didn’t understand why it was so stimulating! – Miss Chris