Posted by: Jack
« on: November 16, 2018, 04:40:15 pm »
Had a great day today.
Nick W., one of my fourth period students, which is my challenged middle school class, was late again today. Three times is supposed to call for swats, but this was actually his sixth time. I know he's ADHD, so I try to give them a bit extra leeway. Plus, after a warning and two that were officially noticed, he did improve for a while, so I basically allowed him a reset, but this time it was three in a pretty small period of time, so I put an end to it today.
We had tests today (Thanksgiving break is all next week), so I waited until he was finished with his test, then told him we'd take care of it after class, since he has lunch then. The paddling was nothing special, but it was still fun because Nick is just a nice kid - he's lean, but not athletic, he does have a pretty round backside, his hair is a kind of dirty blond, and it seems like it's always on the verge of being too long for dress code. He also acts pretty goofy.
It was only two swats on his trousers, and he took it pretty well. He yelped, and he was obviously pretty sore, but he knew it was nothing personal, and he didn't take it that way.
As I was in the office and checking out, the receptionist was glad to see me. There were two brothers - Grant and Greg, I believe - and their dad. Grant is a sixth grader (not one of my students) and Greg is fifth. Greg is still 10, and Grant is already 12.
The boys had been tardy this morning, and apparently not the first time. They were sent to the office for tardy passes, and were asked for an excuse. They explained their dad had had trouble getting the car started, which is basically excused. What they didn't know is that it was checked with their father, who had no idea what kind of car trouble he'd had. That meant their original trouble was magnified.
Dad was there on his lunch break, but Mr. Saunders was off campus, and Mr. P was meeting with the family of a potential new student. I was asked to deal with the dad, especially since Grant was still in class, and Dad had to get back to work.
I reminded all three of them that the normal penalty for a tardy was two on trousers, though it seemed to be a problem for Grant, which would probably mean four, since it's a recurring issue. It was the lie that made things a bigger problem, and I wasn't sure how to deal with that. Before I could make some suggestions, Dad made one of his own. I told him we could do that in the conference room, and I could mark the issue 'handled by parent.'
In the conference room, with the right forms, I stood Grant with his nose to the wall, where I could watch everyone. In the meantime, Dad had Greg drop his pants and boxer briefs, took the boy over his lap, and gave a pretty darned thorough hand spanking. You could kind of tell Greg tried to 'be brave', but he was kicking and squirming and crying pretty hard before Dad finished. Can't say as I blame him, since his upper legs were rosy, and his butt and sit spots were a very definite, solid red.
Grant was called over to his dad and undressed, while I watched Greg try to fix his clothes, while facing me (away from his brother and Dad) and trying to dry his face, blow his nose, and rub his butt. Suffice it to say, I got a very thorough look at the boy, front and back.
The two boys are about 15 months apart, and Grant just turned 12. He's about 5'1" (maybe three inches taller than Greg), and it looked like he'd just started puberty (still a little boy's ****, but his scrotum was starting to dangle a bit). He didn't manage to take his spanking any better than his little brother had, but I think Dad paid more attention to his legs than he had Greg's. Of course, Grant had the same trouble trying to dress as his little brother had, and I was sitting there, filling out the forms and a return to class pass for Grant, while he did his dance.
Dad had a bit more to say. He wasn't happy with being used as an excuse, and he wasn't happy at having to leave work. It sounds like the boys are going to be facing at least more discussion when he gets home tonight, and there might be more if they don't mind their manners.