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Jestin Samson, director of SAFEPASS, 
has contributed to this weblog 
from the very beginning. 
As a matter of fact, 
he’s the blogger for this site. 
His uncle passed away to
 whom he had a close 
relationship with. 
We should be in prayer 
for him and his family. 

My sister lives on the Gulf Coast. 
I used to reside there. 
People are suffering there 
because of the terrible oil spill. 
I know several people 
who make their living on the ocean. 
We should remember these people 
in our prayers. 

Also remember our troops deployed 
in Afghanistan and Iraq. 
I have two church members 
in the Marines who are stationed 
in Afghanistan.  
They see themselves as peacekeepers. 
May we pray for the safe return 
of all our troops, 
and they will succeed in bringing peace. 

For some good news, 
the Memphis City School Board 
decided to side on 
the side of scientific evidence 
by shooting down a possible revival 
of corporal punishment. 
Looks like it’s going to stay dead for a while!


I laughed. 
A man once asked me. 
“Are you a victim 
of corporal punishment in schools?” 
Never have I thought of myself as a victim 
of anything. Unless it’s my son, 
he graduated it 2009. 
I’ve tried everything to persuade him--
he needs to go to college, 
but he has this foolish notion in his head 
that he can make a living with music. 
He’s a very good musician. 
He won the Louie Armstrong award as a senior, 
meaning he was the best musician in his school.  
I’ve explained to him the only way 
you can make a living with music is to teach, 
and he’s anything but a teacher. 

Now should we call someone 
who is on the receiving 
end of corporal punishment a victim? 
I choose to refer to them in that manner. 
I grew up in a day and time 
where everybody spanked their children. 
Same way at school for the most part, 
few schools didn’t use corporal punishment 
back in those days. 
When I was in elementary school, 
almost everyday 
I heard the sounds of someone being paddled 
in the hallway. 
Only a couple of times did 
I witness a paddling first hand  
in my years as an elementary school student.

When I was in the first grade, 
I was ambling on down the hallway, 
returning from lunch. 
A second grade teacher 
had three girls out in the hallway. 
The hallway was crowded. 
At the time in my young life, 
those second grade girls 
looked all grown up. 
She paddled all three of them 
over their dresses. 
A dress was the only thing a girl 
wore to school back in those days. 
She spanked the devil out of those girls. 
I still have images of the black 
headed witch swinging the paddle 
hard at those girls. 
They must have been tough. 
They didn’t whimper, cry, flinch, 
or make one little sound. 
They just stood there and let her beat them.

A couple of years later, 
a boy one desk in front of me, 
was told to stand. 
The brunette battle-ax 
beat him hard, ten times in my estimation. 
He cried. He buried his face 
in his arms on the desk, 
and sobbed loudly. 
I don’t know what he did.

It happened to me twice in the fifth grade. 
Five of us guys stepped out in the hallway 
at the wrong time. 
The principal lined us up in front of her office 
and paddled all five of us. I thought I was tough. 
I didn’t cry, moan or make any sound, 
but one of the guys made fun of me—“You flinched.”  
So what? You have a right to scream or holler 
or cry or flinch or do something, 
if someone is beaten on your anatomy.  
The second time I was spanked was for staying in
the restroom too long.  
I was a victim of Corporal Punishment three times 
in Jr. High School. It never happened to me 
in high school. 
I went to Davidson High School in Mobile, Alabama, 
big ole school had between 1800 and 2000 students. 
I was naughty but I just blended in with the crowd.    
I tell you these stories because even today, 
many years later, 
I still have negative memories 
and thoughts about teachers who paddled me. 
It’s not emotional. 
I never cried when it happened, 
and I don’t cry now. 
I don’t have nightmares over it. 
But it’s a nagging negativity. 
I have no pleasant thoughts of those people. 
Why would an educator want 
to be remembered this way? 
It doesn’t make a bit a sense to me. 
I always said if I ever meet a teacher 
who paddled me again, I would make it a point 
to confront him/her straight forward 
about their abusive ways. 
It’s too late for that now. 
I’m sure they are all dead. 
I hope when they meet 
their maker the Lord will make 
them look into the face of every child they struck.  

Paddling is particularly hard on females. 
My last year of junior high, the ninth grade, 
my friend’s girlfriend was 
a victim of corporal punishment. 
I don’t know what rule she violated. 
She was petite and pretty.  
My friend said. “She cried and cried and cried.” 
Months after it happened she cried according 
to my friend. 
At the end of the school year 
we had a dance in a community center. 
She was crying. I asked
my friend. “Is your girlfriend alright?” 
He shook his head. “Something made her think a
bout the paddling she got at the beginning 
of the school year. She gets very upset 
every time she thinks about it.” 
No girl is that naughty. 
She should be crying 
all year about something she did wrong. 
This took place in Dothan, Alabama 
at Young Junior High School. 
The school is no longer in existence. 
I was never a freshman in high school.  
After my ninth grade year of Junior High School, 
the company my dad worked for transferred him, 
first to Long Beach Mississippi then 
to Mobile, Alabama.  
I started to school in Mobile as a sophomore.  
After my family moved, 
I never saw this girl again 
but I would be willing to bet 
she still can’t talk 
about the paddling she received 
in the ninth grade without crying.  

This reminds me of a Kenny Chesney song, 
Don’t Blink. 
It’s a song about how fast life passes us by. 
Don’t blink teachers who paddle. 
You paddle a nine year old. 
You blink, he’s out of school 
and he’s nineteen. 
What will he think of you? 
You blink again. He’s twenty nine. 
What will he think of you? 
Any kid you paddle will grow into an adult. 
He could carry bad memories of you 
for the rest of his life. 
Or do teachers who paddle 
even care what others think of them?


I scanned through the perverted 
weblogs of Teachers Who Paddle. 
Arrogantly, they assert, a parent shouldn’t 
be alarmed at a paddle. 
They shouldn’t be concerned or upset.

Parents wake up--don’t let these teachers 
beat your children. 
The kind of instruments they are using, 
you would never use on your child. 
It’s estimated most parents still spank their children, 
but they would never use 
the kind of blank instruments a teacher uses. 
Every year, there are thousands of kids 
left with bruises and abrasions 
because of these sadists. 
Some of these children are only seven, 
eight, nine years old. 
The teacher is a foot taller than the kid. 
These teachers do not care about your children. 
All they care about is a momentary 
moment of quietness. 
Teachers do not spank children they beat them. 
Just read the story I examined a few weeks ago. 
Fake Renee swung a paddle with both hands 
at a child. In Fact, this child is 
actually close to being a grown woman.  

Prof N:
I’ve seen your other posts 
on other websites 
and you are no better 
at the name calling 
as you accuse us of being. 
For example, 
calling my partnership with Paula Flowe as, 
“Puppy love,” and telling Paula to, 
“Watch out.” 
Your level of intellectual dishonesty  
is just off the chain.

To Be honest, 
it doesn’t cease to amaze me a
bout the readiness of people 
who don’t know what they 
are talking about loving to talk. 
You may call yourself an intellectual, 
but being associated to Teachers Who Paddle, 
\who resort to antidotal evidence 
and outright lies to support their primitive 
views brings your stock down the drain. 
I would like to advise our readers 
to look at the comment thread 
that we had with Prof N on 
our previous post and come back for our side.
Funny enough that Prof N has 
accused us of not being 
up front of who we are. 
We are telling the whole truth 
of who we are. 
We’ve got nothing to hide. 
Prof N, reveal yourself. 
We already have, 
in the name of honesty and fairness, 
it’s only right you do the same.

Here is the letter 
that Prof N is referring to: 


I’ve been a pastor 
in the Presbyterian Church (USA) 
for almost twenty five years. 
I served for the past nine years 
in a rural church in Central Iowa. 
I’m originally from the 
sovereign state of Alabama. 
I’m a one man wrecking crew 
trying to do what I can to 
outlaw corporal punishment 
in schools nationwide.    

It seems to me Corporal Punishment 
is out of control. 
Some principals paddle children 
for breaking the dress code. 
This recently happened in Oxford, Alabama. 
A male principal paddled 17 cute teenage girls 
dressed in their prom clothes. 
One girl chose to be suspended instead of paddled. 
This misguided principal said 
she could have a make-up paddling if she dressed 
in her prom dress…sounds odd to me. 
In some town in Mississippi, 
a principal paddled sixty boys because 
they didn’t have their shirts tucked in. 
Another school in Alabama a male principal 
gave a cute teenage girl a choice to be paddled 
or going to alternative school 
because she had a cell phone in her lap 
on the school bus.  
There is something about school paddling 
that is down right disgusting. 
Every school day in America, 
a grown man gets behind a closed door with 
a cute teenage girl and 
orders her to expose in a vulnerable way 
a part of her body she keeps covered up, 
actually a sexy part her body. 
When I think about it, 
I want to throw up. 
Even with a witness 
it is downright appalling. 
There is nothing Christian 
or wholesome about this practice.               

There is a bill soon to be introduced 
in congress by Rep. Carolyn McCarthy 
of New York to outlaw 
corporal punishment nationwide. 
I encourage you to vote 
in favor of this bill. 
Being from Iowa, you know, 
Corporal Punishment has been 
outlawed for a number of years. 
Yet, Iowa has some of the best, 
if not the best schools in America. 
You know that too. 
We’re very proud of our educational record. 
My youngest child will graduate 
from high school in one month. 
I’ve already had three other children who
graduated from the Gladbrook/Reinbeck District 
in Tama and Grundy County.  
Iowa school districts show you don’t need
corporal punishment to have a successful school. 

Look at this poll done by ABC news. 
It is five years old, 
but I think it shows the sentiment 
of the American people. 

The public by a 2-1 margin approves 
of spanking children in principle, 
and half of parents say they sometimes 
do it to their own kids, an ABC NEWS poll found. 
But an overwhelming majority disapproves 
of corporal punishment in schools. 

Sixty-five percent of Americans 
approve of spanking children, 
a rate that has been steady since 1990. 
But just 26 percent say grade-school 
teachers should be allowed to spank 
kids at school; 
72 percent say it shouldn't be permitted, 
including eight in 10 parents of

Indeed, even among adults 
who spank their own child, 
67 percent say grade-school teachers 
should not be permitted to spank children at school. 

At Home

Among parents with minor children at
home, 50 percent report 
that they sometimes spank their child, 
while 45 percent
do not. That's about the same 
as it was in a Gallup poll a decade ago.

Spanking Approval
Approve of spanking children 

 Yes:  65%
    No: 31%

Think spanking should be permitted in school 

  Yes: 26%
No: 72%

There are big regional differences in spanking. 
Among Southerners, 62 percent of parents 
spank their kids; that drops to 41 percent 
in the rest of the country. Similarly, 73 percent 
of Southerners approve of spanking children, 
compared to 60 percent elsewhere. 

Even in the South, though, 
just 35 percent think spanking should 
be allowed in the schools. Support for spanking
in the schools is about the same, 
31 percent, in the Midwest, 
falling to 19 percent in the West 
and 13 percent in the East. 

One other difference in spanking 
is among education groups. 
Among parents with college degrees, 
just 38 percent spank their kids; 
among less-educated parents, it's 55 percent.

The U.S. Department of Education has reported 
that school-sanctioned spanking 
is most prevalent in Southern states - Mississippi, Arkansas, 
Alabama, Tennessee, Oklahoma and Louisiana. 
There are no state laws against spanking, 
although 27 states have policies against the practice 
and this year Pennsylvania is debating becoming the 28th. 
Spanking in schools is currently allowed 
in 23 states (although in many districts parents 
who object can withhold permission for school personnel 
to spank their kids).
(This story was from 2005, 
thus 27 states banned school corporal punishment. 
Currently, it’s down to 20 states)

I don’t want my federal tax dollars 
going into any of those 
school districts 
that practice corporal punishment. 
I think most Americans agree with me. 
Eventually you’ll either have to 
end corporal punishment 
or reduce the federal funds 
sent to these school districts 
to reflect the will of those who 
are against it. 
Soon, the majority of Americans 
are going to cry out loud 
and hard to end corporal punishment in schools.  

If you can’t out law corporal punishment 
all-together, pass laws where no grown 
man can order a teenage girl 
behind closed doors, 
to expose in a vulnerable way 
a sexy part of her body. 
If a school district is going 
to use the repulsive practice 
of corporal punishment, 
it should be same sex. 
Females paddle females and males paddles males. 
That will eliminate any suspicions 
of sexual abuse. 
And there should be a law now making 
it an act of assault 
for any school official who would spank 
a child in special education.  
My oldest child is autistic 
and I’m very sensitive to this issue. 
Think about it and pray about it.

May God richly bless you in your service to our nation.

Rev. Wade Ditty

We were fortunate enough for the 
Holladays to contact 
The Hitting Stops Here! 
We spoke to the wife of the principal 
and they told us to remove the materials 
from our website, including 
the article from the Spoof website. 
They both said they would cooperate with us 
and give us their side of the story. 
So far we have no notice. 
Here is a letter from Paula Flowe, 
director of the organization.


Hi Wade,

Please tell the author of the letter 
(Prof N) that we contacted the principal.  
We told him that we will be very happy 
to remove the story given the opportunity 
to hear his side of the story.  
We informed his wife as well 
in a lengthy conversation. 
They have since ignored our 
attempts to support their clearing their names.

It was clearly stated to 
them that if what was printed 
and told on state and national 
news was untrue, 
we would do a write up 
and support of clearing their names.

Neither the wife nor husband 
have responded to our offer to date, 
though it still stands.

Feel free to forward this message 
to the person inquiring and 
he may send this to the Holladays as well.

Thank you for your good work 
and God bless you for 
your concern regarding 
the mistreatment of our American school children.

Best regards,
Paula Flowe, Exec. Director
The Hitting Stops Here!
A campaign for teaching kindness 
and respect in schools everywhere.

Prof N, one more thing, 
although it came from the Spoof News, 
it doesn’t make it false, 
they report on funny stories, but if you insist, 
I will do a better job of citing sources. 
Although The Spoof has it wrong, 
it doesn’t take away from 
the lack of judgement on the principal’s part. 
If we are going to spank grown women 
in one place, what’s not going 
to stop others from taking advantage 
of this mentality.
(I’ll talk more about it next week)

For now, I will leave you with 
two videos of people 
displaying their true feelings on this story.
News story on the issue:
A gentleman claims that 
he is not a principal, but a pervert:


I guess that principal wants to spank that, 
well you know what I’m talking about.

Family Wants To Take

Spanking to the Supreme Court

A DeKalb County family is resurrecting

the debate over corporal punishment in schools.

It all started when Bill and Dava Cody’s

daughter Meghan was caught

with her cell phone on a bus after school.

The principal of Fyffe High School,

Ricky Bryant, said she would have

the option of being paddled

or going to the alternative school.

The Cody’s chose alternative school

for their daughter.

The school board told them the principal

has the right to punish their daughter as he sees fit.

Now the Cody’s are asking the

Alabama State Board of Education

to ban corporal punishment,

and their daughter Meghan is speaking out.

“No you’re not going to paddle me.

You’re not going to touch me on my private part.

That’s my zone.”, says Meghan.

Dava Cody says, “I want to take it to the legislation,

to the Supreme Court of Alabama, I want these laws changed.”

The Codys have enlisted no-spanking advocacy groups from across the country to help.

Corporal punishment in schools is banned in 30 states.


I commend the Codys for choosing 
a more humane consequence 
rather subjecting her to 
possible sexual confusion 
and spanking fetishes 
in the future as well 
as a host of other ills. 
My friend Jeff Charles really 
nails it on the head. 
Principals and other teachers 
will do anything to spank 
that bottom and that 
includes using punishments 
that may possibly harm grades 
and athletics, 
but that all goes away when 
the student decides to take on 
a posture a prostitute would take 
in a hotel room. Bend over, 
spread your legs and show me that sexy butt.
Meghan, you truly are a hero to 
all students in the United States, I salute you!
Break It Down!, A Rude Awakening, Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb!, 
& Why Paddling Must Stop!
Dear readers:
Jestin and I hope everyone had 
an amazing Independence Day Weekend!

Break It Down!
Last month with the help of Jestin Samson, 
my internet buddy, we set up 
a weblog entitled Teachers Who Paddle EXPOSED.  
The sole purpose of the weblog is to give 
an alternate opinion to the weblog 
Teachers who paddle. The name for the 
weblog is accredited to Jestin.

 Jestin is the director of a very 
dynamic group called Safepass—Student A
lliance For Education in Peaceful 
American Schools. 
He is a college student 
at California State University, Fullerton. 
After he graduates, he hopes to attend 
law school wherever he can get accepted. 
As he tells me—“Don't think I'm just planning 
to stay instate, 
I'm also considering going out of state. 
For a culture experience some of these schools 
are in the south. This includes Vanderbilt, 
North Carolina, Texas, and Alabama 
(Sorry fake Wendy and fake Jenny).” 
He adds to his resume: “I'm a public speaker 
in my spare time. I work for the disability 
Awareness Foundation. I am also a concerned 
American citizen who wants this 
primitive way of handling students 
to be brought to an end.” 
And he also informs me—
“I'm single and ready to mingle.”

A Rude Awakening

Last week that group of teachers/fetishist 
or a combination of the two found our website. 
I knew they would at due time.  
They said derogatory things about me. 
I knew they would. 
They hate with a passion anyone 
who holds a different opinion 
than them on corporal punishment in schools. 
I guess you hate most of America. 
All the polls I’ve seen show most 
Americans oppose corporal punishment in schools. 
At least sixty percent of the population is against it. 
It could be seventy percent just depends 
on how you interpret it. 
In fact according to an ABC poll conducted in 2005, 
although a majority of Americans agree with spanking 
in the home, seventy-two percent of people 
polled disagree with corporal punishment in schools. 
The south, where paddling has its main support 
is still dwarfed by the disapproval of its use. 
Thirty-five percent of southerners support 
the practice with the number falling to nineteen percent 
in the Midwest, and finally falling again 
to thirteen percent to the west and east respectively. 

What Teachers Who Paddle said is below.


Dear Readers: It has come to the attention of this blog that an anti- c.p. zealot, who calls himself “Rev. Wade Ditty”, has entered the wordpress community with a blog of his own. Hey, we at TWP have no problem with the right of free speech. But we also believe in honesty and “truth in labeling”. The “Rev.” does neither.

Honesty: The so-called “Rev. Wade Ditty” wrote to us FIRST and claimed to be a “man of the cloth” who was opposed to corporal punishment. TWP believes in fair debate and had some back and forth with Rev. Ditty. (As our policy, we kept the last name confidential until this post.) But his comments about “pretty teen girls” and “sexy bottoms” made us wonder about this guy. In the “Prom Dress/Oxford” episode, the Rev.’s comments about “paddle swats on prom dresses” which came from confirmed to TWP that Ditty was a dud.


And he calls US “creepy”? Question: What kind of “man of the cloth” obsesses about the rear ends of teenage girls? Rev., we at TWP think YOU are the definition of “CREEPY”!

Truth In Labeling: Mr. Ditty, you have the right to say whatever you wish but stop calling yourself a pastor. All four of us are of the Christian faith and have the up most respect for all those who work in the ministry. Mr. Ditty, stop calling yourself a “Rev.” because, judging by your own written words -You are NO  “Rev.”

A friend of ours reworked the spelling of “Wade Ditty” and came up with “Dead Witty”.

Editor’s Extra: Hey Mr. Ditty, we see you’ve been exercising ( and abusing) your freedom of speech with your callous “award” to sweet Michelle. Well, we at TWP have broken with routine and hereby award “Rev. Wade Ditty/Dead Witty the PERVERTED PASTOR AWARD for reasons given above. You REALLY earned it too! With it, you get a travel package to visit all the REAL victims of sexual abuse around the world. Who knows, maybe you might come to an understanding about what REAL abuse really is.


One of the remarks they made was about not 
putting my full name on their creepy weblog. 
From the very beginning I sent them 
my name and my email address. 
I made no bones about it. The only thing is that 
if my name appears on their log, 
I want people to know I don’t agree with them. 
They acted like they were doing 
me a favor by not putting my full name 
on their site as though I was afraid. 
Fake Wendy, fake Renee, fake Jenny and fake Michelle, 
I’ve already told you I’m not afraid of you, 
and I’m certainly not afraid of your readers. 
I dare anybody try to hurt 
me physically over this issue.

They try to evade the issue by calling me fake, a phony. 
There is nothing fake about what we are attempting 
to do by exposing this primitive group. 
They say they are women of faith. 
They question my faith, my status 
as pastor for the last twenty five years. 
I see potential perverted behavior and I point it out. T
hey don’t like it. They could use a little less crude language. 
Also, if you call yourselves, “Women of God,” 
Let me point you to a passage in the Holy Book 
in which you have insulted Jesus

At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them, and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.  Whoever humbles himself like this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  “Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me; but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, [Greek causes to stumble] it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened round his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea, (Matthew 18:1-6 Revised Standard Version)

Obviously, paddling children causes them to have increased aggression (that’s a sin), wanting to get even with the paddler (that’s a sin), chronic depression which can lead to suicidal tendencies (The Bible says to be joyful), and a host of other ills. Also, why would you take what Jesus calls, “The greatest,” in his kingdom and beat them. So, it looks like there is nothing left to do, but to get that millstone and get yourselves ready to get wet.

There are large volumes of clergy 
who would agree with me in trying 
to outlaw corporal punishment. 
The Presbyterian Church (USA), 
The Evangelical Lutheran Church, 
The Roman Catholic Church, 
The American Baptist Church, 
The United Methodist Church, 
The United Church of Christ, 
the Episcopal Church, and 
the Reformed Church of America, most clergy 
in these churches would stand 
with me in opposing corporal punishment in schools.

One other thing I can’t let go is the nasty name they called me, 
“PERVERTED PASTOR.” They said first that I’m not a pastor, 
now they are saying I’m a perverted one. 
What is it? Interesting—the only person who could determine 
if I’m perverted is my wife. 
August 29th of this year we will celebrate 
our 30th wedding anniversary. 
I’m very much in love with her. 
We were married on a hot summer day 
in 1980 in Mobile, Alabama. 
I’m trying to save up some money 
so I can get her a nice gift for the special occasion. 
We have four children ranging in age 
from twenty six to eighteen. 
My oldest child is severely autistic.

My wife of almost thirty years could point 
out to you all my flaws, 
but I don’t think she would say 
being perverted is one of them. 
If you want to talk about perverted, 
then you can start by looking at yourselves 
in the mirror. 
The creepy paddling stories with the 
gory descriptions you give can and 
I personally think have attracted an audience 
who are not interested in school discipline, 
such as those with spanking fetishes. 
Surprisingly, two posts ago, we clearly exposed 
the website you are connected to previously 
as a website popular among those 
with child-spanking fetishist. 
It’s also a telling that you have to 
buy paddles at S.M fetish stores. 
If you want to talk about perverted, 
then your blog is a good place to start 
and stop feeding the slippery stuff that 
fuels your perverted audience. 

Fake Renee is always defending 
fake Michelle as being sweet and kind. 
How am I to know she is sweet and kind? 
Teachers who paddle hide behind their computers, 
using fake names. 
You can be anything you want online. 
It’s like Brad Paisley says, “I’m much cooler on line.” 

Just like Teachers Who Paddle, we are
going to put up a new post every week. 
We want to come up with a name for these women. 
These women call us anti-cp radical zealots. 
In biblical times a, “Zealot,” 
was someone who radically opposed the Roman Empire. 
Today a more proper definition is a, 
“passionate, militant proponent of something."  

Jestin and I have thrown out a few names for these women: 
Hitler’s girls, school terrorists, and playground bullies 
with a paddle. I have the perfect name pro-cp radical zealots. 
I want to be on the anti-end of it. When I meet my maker, 
I want to fully confess 
I did all I could to keep children from being 
hit at school by a teacher. 
The prince of peace opposes corporal punishment in schools.      

Finally, tell me about dishonest! 
On our weblog, we  allow everyone 
to speak their mind, even Teachers Who Paddle. 
On their website, 
they tailor everything to fit their primitive ideas. 
Teachers who paddle is known to take things 
out of context and using dishonest tactics 
to please the masses 
and have their primitive views palatable.

Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb!

Last week we gave Teachers Who Paddle awards 
to celebrate their accomplishments 
as dishonest spank happy teachers. 
In connection with The Dumb Award, 
here’s fake Wendy’s story that clearly 
shows why corporal punishment must stop. 
For this post, I won’t say much 
because I feel the post speaks for itself, 
but look at the end for my commentary.

Dear Readers:We at TWP are probably goin to catch HELL for this post -but, with Wendy’s blessings, we are going to give a side of Wendy that shocked all of us. Wendy is a quiet type who is as friendly and caring as Michelle, Jenny, and myself. A few commentators have unfairly labeled Wendy as the “mean one”,”hardest paddler”, and “most hot-tempered.” TWP believes that all of this stemmed from our post WENDY’S (?) WORST PADDLING -but these assumptions are way off. Rather, just like the rest of us, Wendy hates using the paddle and as she puts it: “5TH graders are too old to be paddled and need to grow up!” In Wendy’s post, she tried repeatedly to get out of using the paddle but only got lies in return. In that case, the other contributors of TWP would have done no differently than Wendy.

(So, do you agree with paddling preteens or not, there is no middle ground. Thank you for demonstrating why paddling is ineffective, it causes children to be sneeky about their behavior in order not to get hit and hurt. This reminds me of a story that Dr. Irwin Hyman said in a movie. “If you hit Johny, your brother, I’m going to beat you, I’m going to whoop you. So, the message is not to hit Johny.” Think about it, what’s stopping this boy from hitting Johny? Is it the fact that the parent is bigger and stronger and he will show the child how it’s done because he is bigger an stronger. Or is it the fact that the parent wants the child to fear the pain when the parent finds out because the parent will be, “The pain giver.” . Obviously, if this child wants to hit Johny he can’t get caught. If he can get away of getting hit and hurt himself, then he can misbehave without anyone noticing. This is called external control. Unfortunately, it doesn’t internalize the discipline why hitting is not okay, ssame thing about lying. When did your husband spanked you last for lying about buying something?)


(Should have been called Wendy’s life destroying experience.)

The first part of this saga is second hand info since I (Renee) was not present. It started at a morning recess for the 5th graders in which Wendy and Max, our other 5th grade (and only male) teacher, were monitoring while sitting on the steps that lead into the classroom wing of our school. A student, Shad – who is a loner and keeps to himself -was doing some art work on a paved walkway at the far end of the playground area. He had the school’s permission because colored chalk was being used that washes away when it rains. Every teacher, including Wendy, knew about this “approved art” -so it was never an issue. But some other “art” on the brick wall only a stone’s throw behind Shad WAS an issue -A VERY BIG ISSUE!

I was told later that one of a few of our black students came up to Wendy and Max complaining, “Shad put something ‘bad’ on the side of the building!” The student admitted that he did not “see” Shad do it but asked Wendy and Max to look -which they did.

What Wendy and Max saw -around the corner from where Shad was working on his sidewalk art -was something none of us ever expected to see: A black grafetti hand-written proclamation stating “KKK 4EVER!” Both Wendy and Max were horrified and asked Shad about it. Shad denied any responsibility but Max checked the black chalk and compared it to the markings -they matched as to color and Max later told me the markings looked “chalky” to him.

That’s when Wendy “blew her stack” and hustled Shad inside after telling Max, “Shad is MY student and I will handle this!”

(So let me get this straight, Wendy blows her stack over hearsay and although the student denies the charges, Wendy wanted to show she was judge jury and executioner, like some tough guy. Our courts don’t even treat prisoners this way. Have you ever heard, “Innocent until proven guilty?” This could have stopped right there because Wendy had no evidence to incriminate him with, so she could have given him the benefit of the doubt, but she clearly shows how much she wants to, “Pop that bubble.” Also, what happened to, “The last resort?”)

Since Jenny was in the middle of a science demo and Michelle’s class was at the library at the other end of the building, I was the one who was called on to be a possible “witness.” (This was only a week or so after the paddling referred to in WENDY’S WORST(?) PADDLING). I could tell she was steamed and she already had her “TAKE ALONG” paddle tucked under her right arm. After telling me what happened, I was aghast and felt this was SERIOUS! But despite our repeated questioning, Shad would not admit to it.

(You could have stopped there too, but here you go, playing tough guy.)

Finally, Wendy gave an ultimatum: “Confess to us and just get a paddling or take your chances with Mr. Smith, the principal -And risk certain suspension and likely placement in the alternate school for the rest of the year!”

Shad continued to protest his innocence but must have feared being the youngest student in a school set up for older students who repeatedly start fights in school. Wendy was ready to just haul Shad to the office when he finally ‘fessed up saying,”O.k., I did it…Please don’t take me to the office!”

(That was a nice trick, that’s how police interrogate suspects and we all know most of those confessions get thrown out of court. I guess Wendy can be considered a spank happy teacher. It makes me wonder if she has a fetish or not, but here you go folks, what happens between a quarter of a million times and one and a half million times in a United States school with the aid of your tax dollars.)

“Alright then, Shad…We will handle this apart from Mr. Smith…But this paddling is one you will not forget!” Wendy proclaimed. “The VERY IDEA of putting a racist message on the outside wall of YOUR school…” Wendy muttered as we entered the conference room where paddlings are given behind closed doors.

(What a great message, violence is sometimes acceptable. It sometimes makes me wonder if they knew how to speak English.)

While just the three of us were in the room, a three month pregnant Wendy took charge and insisted on doing the honors because she considered Shad “her” student. If anyone thinks a pissed off pregnant teacher cannot swing the timber -think again! She gave five of the hardest swats I’ve ever witnessed -and I had to keep her from swinging at a wider angle than 90 degrees! I’ve heard that 5th graders do not tend to cry when paddled but this was definitely an exception. But even through his tears, Shad then stated, as he walked back to the classroom,”I did not do it!”

(This reminds me of a true life story that happened when I was in elementary school during my time. This time, paddling was much more common. We had two Davids in our class. One of which was going to be paddled. The teacher took one of the Davids outside where the Principal was waiting. During this time that David was pleading they got the wrong David and right after the paddling, it turned out they got the wrong David. The principal told him, “Next time you get into trouble, I won’t paddle you and we’ll be even. It makes me wonder if the score was even or not. Let’s see if there is a repeat here.)

Wendy and I considered that pathological but let it go because the punishment was done and over with. The discipline report simply stated “playground misconduct” and we left a note on the janitor’s closet door about the wall markings.

Strangely, he was nowhere to be seen! That really was strange since he had a reputation for being a wanna-be teacher whom everyone loved and respected. Ol’ Clyde, as we all call him, is a black Korean War veteran who retired the year I was hired but came back because, “If I just sit at home, I’ll die of boredom!” Well, Clyde was more than just a school “fixture” -He was the school before the old building we now use was even built! But he was “out on errands” as Wendy and I found out later when lunchtime began.

Popping in the teacher’s lounge where all of us lady teachers were watching our favorite daytime drama while eating lunch (Poor Max is always out-voted -but hey -Life is unfair and someone has to watch the cafeteria with Mr. Smith!) Scratching his head as he looked at our note, Clyde asked,” What did you give me this note for, Renee?…I already knew about the markings early this morning when I unlocked the school doors…I saw them when I walked around back…”

That meant two things: First, Shad didn’t do it because he rode the bus and never had the opportunity apart from recess! Second, Mr. Smith never mentioned the markings at our early morning staff meeting. Suddenly I lost my appetite and Wendy looked like she had a bad case of food poisoning.

“Uh, Clyde…Where were you this morning?” I asked.

“At the hardware store…Trying to find something that will remove the black ink markings without ruining the exterior brick’s color…And I found ‘it’ and…NO MORE ‘KKK’ AROUND HERE!” Clyde declared in triumph.

I only wish Wendy hadn’t been there because I seriously thought she might have a breakdown right then and there…and lose her baby!

Patting her knee as I sat next to her, I calmly said to a trembling young lady,”Easy now, Wendy…Calm down and take a deep breath…Don’t fall apart on me…and remember… YOUR baby!”

(No one else knew or understood what this situation was really about.)

Wendy then got up and made a beeline for the door to the cafeteria but I managed to intercept her and steered her to the conference room down the hall. Wendy already had tears streaming down her face but agreed murmuring,” I have to see…”

“I know…I’ll bring Shad and have a substitute called to spot for you this afternoon…Because you are in no condition to teach right now.” I then had a wobbly Wendy sit down while I went back to find Shad in the cafeteria.

I half dragged a quiet and sullen Shad back to meet Wendy, explaining what happened and imploring, “It was a mistake, Shad…and Wendy -knowing her as well as I do -will spend the rest of her life if necessary trying to make it up to you…Just keep in mind…She is also carrying a baby inside …and in her present condition…”

“It’s o.k., I understand…I don’t hate HER -just what she did!” Shad replied, to my relief.

When Shad stepped inside, what happened next was such a departure for Wendy that I will never forget it as long as I live!

Wendy literally dropped to the floor on her knees and wrapped her arms around Shad’s waist and sobbed, “I’m sooo sorry, Shad…Please…forgive…me!”

I then worried that if she did not pull herself together , we might have a miscarriage right then.

Patting Wendy on the back, I encouraged her to take deep breaths and calm down. Then I helped Wendy up so she could sit back down in the chair.

A wide-eyed Shad then spoke,”Wendy, I hated what you did but now that you said ‘I am sorry,’ I forgive you!” and then embraced Wendy who could only cry softly as she repeated, “I was wrong…I am so sorry…”

As lunchtime ended, I was so thankful that in our small 200 +/- school, nearly all the grade levels had lunch within a 55 minute period. Who knows what might of happened if Wendy had found out while my class and I were back in our room? I sent Shad back to his classroom with the librarian who spotted until the substitute teacher arrived. As to Wendy, she was o.k. but I encouraged her to take the last couple of days that week off -which she did. Before getting in the car when James picked her up, Wendy asked me to trash that paddle saying, “Renee, I don’t ever want to see that thing ever again!” Of course, I obliged and removed the paddle from her room.

Understand, as Jenny, Michelle, and I dropped by Wendy’s home afterschool, Wendy told us, “I’m not turning into a P.T.A.V.E. fanatic but…I just don’t want to use the paddle anymore…at least for now…And in two more months, I’ll start my maternity leave when Christmas Break starts!” We all “High-fived” Wendy on that and left our young marrieds to themselves. (If you could only see the future baby’s room -decked out in Auburn Blue and Orange wallpaper, bed sheets, and carpet -Wanna bet where that child is going to college?)

When Wendy came back at the start of the new week, there was one other change: Despite his protests, Shad was reassigned to Max’s classroom because we all felt it was in the best interest of Wendy and Shad. For Wendy because of the probability that she would be too permissive on classroom discipline with Shad. For Shad because we all understood that the “feelings” he might have for Wendy would be a problem for both -but especially for Shad’s education.

But those two saw each other at recess time. I’ve been told that the sight of Wendy sitting down near Shad to “model for art” was a sight to behold. With a growing midsection, the idea of Wendy trying to ackwardly sit and get up off the walkway would have been heart-warming and hilarious at the same time. I only wished that someone had taken a picture of Shad’s portrayal of Wendy -It was GOOD -but a rainstorm messed it up.

As to the paddling, Wendy told me that Shad said, “My butt was sore but no serious damage!” It will always “Hurt” Wendy inside but she is just glad Shad has no hard feelings towards her-Hey, those two will probably be friends for life!

Alls well that ends well!

(Teachers Who Paddle, I have to say it was a wonderful act you put on. I probably think Wendy is sorry, but saying, “All is well that ends well,” is just so far from the truth. You probably cause so much psychological damage that it’s just mind boggling. I’ve met people who are in their seventy’s and eighty’s who still remember a paddling from their elementary years. In fact after a speech Paula Flowe had, she told me she made a eighty year old man break into tears because it reminded him about a paddling he got in the 1st grade. He never got over it. In Mississippi, I met someone who dropped out of high school, why? He couldn’t take the pain of being paddling on an almost daily basis. “I can’t take it no more,” were his words to me. As for being a PTAVE fanatic, I would rather you become one because you wouldn’t be abusing your students under the vial of discipline. It makes me think and makes my stomach turn that you are out their somewhere swinging away. Here’s what was posted the very next week that I found a little flattering.)

MEMO TO “Kevin”: Thank you for the kind words. You are SO SWEET! Wendy was forwarded your comments and she was very appreciative. She understands that her mistake was an honest one and we all at TWP feel badly about it. As such, we all now will only use the paddle for a serious misdeed that we actually SEE/HEAR because no one can take a paddling back!

(Finally, we can agree on something, no one can take a paddling back. The psychological damage is done and I wonder how he will turn out 20, 30, 50 years from now. This story clearly shows why paddling must stop now! Congress woman McCarthy is working a bill through congress to call for the ban of this practice in schools once and for all. Please show your support by letting your representatives know that this abusive way of handling students must be brought to an end.

How to find your Rep:

Contact information for your Representative can be found at:  On the right side of the page, put your zip code in the section where it says “Find Your Lawmakers.”


Dear (Your representative’s last name):

Please support H.R. 5628 , a bill to ban school corporal punishment.

Here are some reasons why:

(1)  Twenty states still allow corporal punishment in schools and over 223,000 school children are hit each year,

(2)  Corporal punishment can lead to student injuries and law suits against school boards,

(3)  Over fifty national organizations including the National Education Association, the American Medical Association and the American Bar Association oppose school corporal punishment.



Thank you for your support.


(Your name)

(Your address)

(Your phone number)

Why Paddling must stop! Is Paddling A Form Of Sexual Assault?

I received a letter from a young lady who told me about her paddling experience. I know Teachers Who Paddle have resentment for those who liken paddling with sexual abuse. I suggest Teachers who paddle read this story and see if you have the same attitude afterwords.


I would like to relate a most disturbing incident that I experienced when I was a senior in high school in Florida in May of 1984. I had been a runner-up in several local beauty pageants and always considered myself attractive. However, I never felt so ugly and sullied than after this experience, which only now do I find the courage to share.

I had been late three times to school and was sent to the referral center, where I had to explain myself to a male administrative assistant. The teacher who sent me told me that I would be given a choice of three “swats” or three days suspension. On my way to the center I started to feel sick to my stomach, and my knees were starting to get weak. If I took the three days suspension, I would miss out on all of my school work and get zeros for those days in all of my subjects. This would affect my chances of attending college the next year. On the other hand, the idea of bending over and letting them paddle me was a terrible thought. I knew from other students that they make you spread your legs and lie flat on a desk for the paddling. Then they rear back and whack you really hard. Other girls told me that they left the room crying. My mind was racing and my anxiety was building. To make matters worse it had been very warm and I was wearing a mini-skirt that day. Picturing myself in that obscene position with a male administrator and a witness leering at me was a very frightening thought. I became nauseated and went to the school rest room, where I vomited.

After composing myself I proceeded to the referral center, where the male administrator greeted me and very matter-of-factly led me into his office. He looked over my record and the three documented latenesses. Then my worst fears were realized as he asked me whether I wanted three days suspension or three “swats” with a paddle. I thought I would be sick again. I knew I had no choice but to take the paddling. My heart started pounding in my ears, and my knees were shaking as I told him that I would take the “swats”. He indifferently stepped out of his office and called another male administrator to act as a witness. I was really starting to get panicky. The “witness” took a position behind me as the administrator returned to his desk. He opened his drawer and pulled out a paddle. It was about six inches wide, one and a half feet long and about half inch thick. It had several holes drilled in it and I could see the word “OUCH” written on the face. I guess that was some kind of a joke, which only served to make the whole thing that much more disturbing. He proceeded to move a few thing from his desk and spoke to the “witness” as if I weren’t there. He said he would be “giving her three swats for being late”. At this point I was holding onto the desk for support since I was becoming weak with fear. I remember praying, “Oh God, don’t make me bend over for these guys!” I felt so vulnerable in that mini-skirt. Before I knew it the words I dreaded were being said: “I want you to bend over and lie flat on the desk, feet wide apart”. In trembling voice on the verge of tears I mustered the courage to ask to keep my legs together since I was in a skirt. He responded that this was standard school procedure and I should have thought of that before. I then asked if I could have a female administrator administer the paddling, but he told me that there were none available today (how convenient!). So, reluctantly I bent over the desk trying to maintain as much modesty as possible. I can still hear his next command: “feet wider apart”. I obeyed as I wanted this to be over with as soon as possible. At this time I started to cry. He half-jokingly said, “I haven’t even paddled you yet.” I turned to see both of them staring at my upturned buttocks but was told to look at the picture on the wall in front of me. I felt the paddle touch my buttocks with a rubbing motion before he drew back to swing. I heard the paddle whistle slightly as he swung. The “swat” landed and seemed to fill the room with a loud POP. I felt the most incredible pain I had ever experienced and felt myself lifted to my toes from the impact. I tried not to move or cry out to give them any additional satisfaction. I felt totally exposed since I was sure my backside was visible. He drew back for the second swat and hit me again almost immediately. Again, I was lifted to my toes and driven toward the desk. I couldn’t take the pain, so I turned around and asked him to wait a minute. He told me to “get back into position right now.” I was openly crying and said I would rather have the suspension. He told me that the school didn’t “mix and match” punishments and that I would get a fourth “swat” if I did not bend over. I couldn’t believe how childish I was made to feel. Here I was, a 17-year-old women crying like a baby while this strange man spanked me and another man was enjoying it. I bent back over and opened my legs so I would not have to be told. The last swat was the worst yet and I saw stars through my tears. I got up and shifted my weight from side to side to defuse the pain. I did not want to give them the satisfaction of rubbing myself in front of them. He then told me not to be late anymore and asked me to sign the paddle. I refused and he said I could go. I passed the “witness” on my way out, and he looked as if he were blushing. I looked down in embarrassment and shame.

The bruises lasted three weeks, and I had to be careful not to let anyone see them. I was terribly embarrassed and humiliated, and I resolved to keep this experience to myself. I am now married with a child, and I have still never told anyone about this. I only know that this experience was the closest thing to a rape as I can imagine, and I pray that the time will soon come when no one will have to suffer this form of punishment-masked sadism again.

[Name withheld]


Wade and Jestin
Comment Posts:
If you disagree with this weblog, that is okay. 
Unlike Teachers Who Paddle, who tailor their website 
to fit their agenda, 
we are open to a discussion 
concerning corporal punishment. 
Any can post a comment, 
even teacherswhopaddle.  

This week I’m giving out awards 
to Teachers who paddle. 
Those arrogant, self-righteous women who run the
creepy weblog Teacherswhopaddle. 
They can give out awards so why can’t I?.

to fake Michelle & fake Mr. Smith
Now remember, all the names 
on their weblog are aliases. 
So I refer to them as fake. 
In fake Michelle’s fire drill story, 
she spanked a handicap boy. 
The sadist (fake Mr. Smith) watched 
her whack the boy.  
Consider how the story  transpires. 
In fake Michelle’s own words:

----Rob had to be punished. 
I silently nodded and then Mr. Smith added, 
“In this case, 
I believe you should administer this…” 
He then handed me Wendy’s old “Take Along” paddle 
that she asked Renee to “get rid of”.
(Sounds like the thoughts of a pervert.)

---I had Rob bend over a chair-----
(The same thing perverts 
tell their subjects to do. 
She got herself a good look 
at the boy’s clothed butt.)

I lined the top edge of the impact 
area of the paddle with the 
top edge of the back pockets. 
Then, I held the paddle back 
at a 90 degree angle and swung it, 
mostly with my right forearm—
(Again exact same thing a pervert does.)

(A word often used on pornography sites.)

Here’s where Mr. Smith earns 
his the sadist reward—consider t
he words of this educator as told by fake Michelle. 

When Rob turned around, Mr. Smith erupted, 
“If I didn’t feel that adding 
a couple more of my own would upset 
Mrs. …., you would get exactly that! And ANY
more trouble out of you -Your butt’s mine!
…Out of my office!”
(Inappropriate comments to say 
to an elementary student. 
No wonder so many of our kids use foul language. 
Does the school board know he says 
those kinds of things to fourth graders?)

Fake Michelle concludes.
Mr. Smith told me in no uncertain 
terms that he thought my paddling 
was rather mild and 
to send Rob to him 
if he gave me any more trouble.

Mr. Smith was not content with Rob hurting, 
He wanted to hurt Rob some more. 
Just like what sadists like to do—
see their subjects hurt more. 
Fake Michelle tell Mr. Smith I think 
he’s a coward. 
Does he think he’s some big tough man? 
He feels macho when he swings 
a paddle at a child. 
I would love to have a debate  
with him--meet him face to face, 
look him right in the eye, 
and have an intense debate 
over corporal punishment in schools.

I would like to debate you Michelle. 
I went to college in Alabama too, 
the University of South Alabama. 
The education department at USA didn’t 
condone corporal punishment 
when I attended there many years ago. 
I’m sure they still don’t. 
I don’t believe for a minute 
they condone corporal punishment 
in the Education Department 
at the University of Alabama. 
You graduated in 2006. 
I found a list of 2006 graduates 
from the college of education.  
Do they know they have a graduate 
who participates in a weblog called 
I have plans to send your spanking stories 
to them to see how they would handle it. 
There website is open to anyone who wishes 
to contact them, unlike yours. 

Tell the coward Mr. Smith 
to email me at my hotmail 
We’ll get us a
good internet debate going.    

THE ADOLF HITLER AWARD goes to fake Michelle. 
She paddled a handicapped child. 
By her own words she described him 
as borderline ADHD. 
Most likely he’s a kid with 
a learning disability 
and will be in special education of some kind 
for the rest of his school days. 

Hitler wanted to get rid of the handicapped. 
Michelle’s way of handling 
the handicapped is to beat and torture them. 
I think Hitler and 
fake Michelle travel down similar paths.

THE DUMB AWARD goes to fake Renee, fake Wendy, fake
Michelle, and fake Jenny. One of their heroes 
is Larry Langford, former mayor of Birmingham, Alabama. 
He’s a crook. One of the crudest politicians 
ever elected to office in Alabama. 
He’s in prison for fifteen years for 
embezzling millions of dollars. 
They like him because he supports 
corporal punishment in schools--
so did Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin, are they your heroes too?
I would also like to add fake Wendy 
for jumping the gun on paddling 
a boy who she thought placed 
KKK in black ink on school property 
and she found out it wasn’t him
(We will be covering that story next week.)

Concluding thoughts:
If you are an adventurous person, 
can you find a story on a porn site similar 
to the ones told on teacherswhopaddle? 
We’re looking for one which uses 
the same words and terminology?  
We need to do a comparison. 
Also, if you are really a good computer expert, 
go to the FaceBook group page entitled, 
“Bring Back Spanking in Schools” 
and see if you can trace 
the origins of the pictures they are using. 
I’m almost a hundred percent 
sure they come from porn sites.

Teachers Who Paddle’s Point Of View 
On Memphis Academy Of Health Sciences 
Like I promised last week, 
I want to share with you the position 
that Teachers Who Paddle takes 
on the beating ritchual 
of Memphis Academy Of Health Sciences. 
Here’s their first reaction on October 17, 2009.

As to paddling students in front of other students -TWP does not favor it. (TWP will do a feature on a Memphis, Tennessee school next week.)

Well, that sounds fair enough, 
but look how they reacted 
the next week when The Hitting Stops 
Here came out to protest the beating 
rituals of this school


A while back, I (Renee) ran across a story on the website (file #21229) about “mass paddlings” given in front of the entire student body at a Memphis city charter school. The Memphis city schools abolished paddling a few years ago but this school operates independently from the city district. (One of the better school systems in the state of Tennessee is the suburban county district that DOES use c.p. -Shelby County, Tennessee)

…members of a California based “anti-corporal punishment” group stood outside the Memphis Academy of Health Sciences. They handed out flyers and talked to parents about paddling, which the group calls legalized child abuse. The group is called “The Hitting Stops Here.”…But many parents don’t mind.
…the school
incorporated corporal punishment and says behavior problems have diminished significantly. Faculty members also stress to that Memphis Academy of Health Sciences is a charter school. Parents choose to enroll their children there and before they do, they know about the disciplinary procedures.

So, let me get this straight: Someone whines about c.p. in a charter school that kids have to apply to get in or are on waiting lists for openings. Then dear Paula Flowe and companion fly cross country to do a two-person protest in front of the school. And to top it off -Many parents APPROVE of the school policy.


Well, I guess Paula had some frequent flyer mileage to “use or lose”.

Hint to Ms. Paula Flowe: Your “movement” is in a MELTDOWN mode!

2nd Hint: Tennesee is NOT California! So, wise up!

3rd Hint: Paula dear, just because your “organization of 2″ shows up doesn’t mean people will gravitate to YOUR way of thinking.

IMHO -I think thehittingstopshere is beginning to look like the Titanic, except the latter HAD paddles.

It sounds as if Teachers Who Paddle is very ignorant on how students are paddled at this school. Let me explain it to everybody, so they get a better understanding.

Note: All of this information comes from two former students who attended this school.

Every Friday, Memphis Academy of Health Sciences holds an assembly called, “Chapel.” In this odd ritchual, all the children who have deamed to be, “bad,” are paraded on stage while the rest watch from the auditorium. Girls are either paddled by a female administrater or if she is not available, Mr. Weathers takes a 2 inch leather strap and whips the hands of the ladies in his care. They must take up to 10 blows and if anyone moves her hand during the hand beat ritchual, the count starts over. No girl is able to continue classes until the hand beating ritchual is complete. The gentlemen are paddled by Mr. Weathers. First, Mr. Weathers touches the backsides of all the gentlemen to see if they have padded themselves with extra clothing, toilet paper, etc, if there is anything, they must remove it first. Then, Mr. Weathers hoist the young men by the back of their belt loops. Since you are proponents for paddling students for bullying, who’s going to paddle Mr. Weathers for this form of sexual bullying called, “Giving a wedgie.” After that, they also must take ten blows to the buttocks, a sexual zone that science has proven to cause sexual confusion, spanking fetishes, depression, increased aggression, and a host of other harmful side effects. I also forgot to add, this is the only time that jeering, laughing, finger pointing, and taunting is tolerated by the audience, while others watch their best friend, girlfriend/boyfriend, or even family member get it from Mr. Weathers or this female administrater. After knowing all of this information, I’m surprised you reacted this way. As for our campaigning breaking down, that is so far from the truth. In a few weeks, corporal punishment will be banned and you will be left calling yourselves, Teachers Who USE To Paddle. We are stronger than ever. Finally, After criticizing us for our writing, it’s quite ironic you made spelling errors of your own.

Good Going! At least I don’t make it the cornerstone of my argument. I site fact and not opinion, like what you have to rely on because the scientific community isn’t on your side of the fence.

For those in favor of having this practice banned, I would like to advise everyone to sign this petition. Your congressional leaders and President Obama will hear your message. The link is below.


american_school_corporal_punishment To learn more about the beating practices conducted by Memphis Academy please visit this link

Note: listen to the student interview on this page.

Why Paddling Must Stop!

Behind the closed door of one Dallas middle school classroom
Two children describe what Coach does to them.

Information courtesy of End Violence Against The Next Generation, Inc.
In order to protect privacy, fictitious names have been substituted here.

My name is Rodney Ellis. I live in Dallas, Texas. My date of birth is October 9, 1982. I am a student at _______ in the Dallas Independent School District.

I am a student of Coach’s science class. Nearly every day since the end of September this year, I have been paddled by Coach. I have a weak kidney and have to go to the restroom very often. When I ask Coach if I can go to the restroom he says I can get a lick. When Coach paddles me he makes me bend over and grab my ankle with one hand and hold my private parts with my other hand.

Coach never gives a verbal warning. He just gets the paddle and gives licks if you’re talking or are out of your seat.

Date: November 9, 1995
Signed: Rodney Ellis

My name is Dolores Hurtado. I live in Dallas, Texas. My date of birth is August 24, 1983. I am a student at _______ in the Dallas Independent School District.

About a month ago, I was in my sixth period science class which is taught by Coach. I was talking with other students when Coach told me I owed him two licks. I asked why and he said it was for talking. Coach lets other students give us licks so several of them had their hands up to volunteer to give me licks. Coach told Grace Henshaw to do it. She was not one of the students who raised their hand. Grace gave me one lick. Coach asked me if I wanted the other lick now or later. I told him later. Jeff Hunt was the student who gave me the second lick.

Date: November 9, 1995
Signed: Dolores Hurtado



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