User: LoveToTakePolls

Rick,

My High School was 4 wings, with 2 floors plus a basement. Not counting the athletic buildings. I didn't have any classes in the basement. That was shop classes, band, choir, and athletic training rooms. But if I had a class on the second floor of the east wing and the next class was on the first floor of the west wing, it was a long hike to get there.

If memory serves me correctly, 5 whacks was the limit. I never received more than 3. Of course the intensity of the swats did vary, depending on the person wielding the paddle and how much they wanted to get your intention.

It is possible swats could have been doubled. But if it happened I didn't know about it.

Captain,

I can only tell you how they differ from my own experiences. I was paddled with a 1 inch thick paddle. The paddled affected my butt muscles more than anything. It was brunt force applied to the muscled that bruised deep under my skin. Yes the skin turned red and was very hot to the touch, but it was the muscles that contain the long lasting pain.

The strap, didn't affect my butt muscles. It affected the surface of my butt. The strap stings something horrible when the person wielding it know what they are doing or is just so much in rage that they swing it with abandon. The strap can and usually does leave welts. Raised stripes that hurt something awful. The butt get hot and red and can even achieve purple.

Both the paddle and the strap making sitting painful. Sitting on bruised muscles or stinging welts is not something enjoyable.

The switch, I only received from old people. They used to on my bare legs, when running around being a boy when they wanted me to be still and angelic. The switch can leave thin cuts to the skin. Long red lines running across wherever they touched. Switching stings like bees.

That is how those forms of punishment affected me when I was a boy.

Now as an old man. I own two lexan paddles. One of thin and gives the sting of the strap without the welts. The other is thick and give the wallop of a wood paddle without bruising the muscles. Both give a sting as if they were flame throwers. They ignite the nerve endings of the skin, which scream fire. The lexan is now my preferred implement of punishment. Any takers? LOL.

The three whacks stung something fierce, but nothing that we couldn't take without crying. I am sure if it had been more, then at some point we could be brought to tears. But basically the whacks were to get out attention that the coaches were watching us, so behave.

The cage whipping happened when I was in 9th grade, but the boy that got whipped was in 10th. We had multiple grades doing PE at the same time. We each had our own coach and did PE separately, but we shared the locker room and showers.

He was whipped with a strap. It was leather and maybe 4 inches wide. he got it just like I got it at home from dad. Basically the only difference was the belt. Dad wore the thin belts of the day. I hated the thin belt. It cut right into your butt. At least the coaches strap didn't cut the boys butt. It was plenty red though.

And yes, we all watched as much as we could and still get showered and changed. It was probably not right to watch, but there was no way any of us wasn't going to.

Freshman year in High School. I was 14. I had a full schedule, being in academic classes to prepare for college. So I had a ton of books. I couldn't carry them all around all day. So I had to make trips to my locker to change out books. This day the halls were extra busy for some reason. It took me longer to get to my locker and thus I didn't have time to get to my next class once I had the proper books.

The hall monitor was a girl. Which today I know that didn't make any difference, but back then I thought because I am a boy and she is a girl she isn't cutting me any slack. I bet she would another girl. Either way, I got the dreaded note saying go to the office and why I was being sent there and which monitor was sending me. Being the boy I was, I didn't even consider throwing the note away once I was out of her sight and just go to my next class. Although by then I would have been way late for class, and my teacher would have sent me to the office, so I guess it didn't really matter who sent me, I was dead meat either way.

I got to the office and a student that worked in the office that period asked me why I was there. I told her to see Principal Tumball. She smiled at me and asked do you have a note. She knew full well I had a note and why I was there. She took my note and went to the principals office and gave it to him. When she came out, she told me, that he would see me now.

When I entered his office he was already standing holding his paddle. he said, not asked. In the halls after the bell. I said yes sir. He said empty your back pockets, shirt out, and over the bench. I did what I was told and before I new it, I was getting 3 whacks of the paddle. They were hard and crisp. He was practiced at it. While I was getting up and my shirt tail back in my trousers, he filled the bottom part of the note and handed it to me to take to my teacher. He told me to not be in the has after bell again, or he would double it. he also told me to make sure to get a hall pass on my way out, or I might be right back here.

Like I said, He wasn't interested in excuses or explanations. It was all matter of fact. I did the crime I paid for it with my butt. Problem solved.

I never really had much opportunity to swim at a nude beach. As a young boy we lived near a beach and I would swim nude, but I was just a young boy and no one cared. I was 6 and 7 years old then. It wasn't a nude beach, just no one cared if kids were nude.

I swam nude at the YMCA after my dad enrolled me in swimming lessons when I was 10 years old. All swimming back then was nude in pools. Open swim was with guys 6 to 60, so I was nude with all ages. I swam nude in both high school and college. Shortly after that pools stopped having nude swimming.

Now I am semi retired and am a nudist. So all my swimming now is nude or I do not swim.

Feel free to email, if you wish to talk about how things differed in the old days from now. ziffler@yandex.com