Adric wrote:Here's a related quote from an MMSA story, "Davey Shares - Reacting to a Spanking"
"My mother was now totally opposed to me being spanked. She would not do it nor would she allow anyone else to do it. She even refused to sign the CP waiver at school. That was horrible. Being taken to the hall and getting three sharp swats with the paddle was a rite of passage for all the guys at my Junior High School. We all cheered for the guy when the day came that he lost his paddle virginity."
Is it possible that Tyler might feel the same way? It would be good to know.
That same author has two other stories with a similar theme:
"Abner the Angel" http://www.malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=27936
The relevant excerpt:
As I read about the higher points of Chester Arthur's presidency to my class, my mind wandered to that stupid nickname and to the report from the substitute. Before the substitute had written about Dylan being the “most ill-behaved student in all of her forty years of teaching,” she had written about me. It would have been fine for her to write about me to Coach, but the problem was he read it – out loud, to the class. Not only did he read it, he pointed out that everyone, especially Dylan West, should strive to be like me. Why he did that to me, I will never know. I actually thought the guy liked me. What did she write? “I found Abner English to be an absolute joy. He is one of the sweetest and most angelic students I have ever encountered. I could not have made it through the class period without his support and assistance.” Jeeze. Lady, all I did was show you how to read the seating chart and tell you where the teachers' lounge was at. I really did not know who was more humiliated that morning – Dylan or me.
You see, I don't get in trouble. I have been in school for nine years and have never been in trouble at school. I don't count that time in first grade when I got silent lunch – the whole class got punished that day and I truly was innocent. Oh well, sometimes you take one for the team. I really enjoy school and there is a part of me that enjoys pleasing my teachers. I see no point in not following the few basic rules they have for us at school. I think most kids feel basically the same way as I do, but it seems all of them have had a moment or two. You know that moment where you talk a little too long or you hang too long at the water fountain and try to slip in class after the bell rings? The problem is, I have never had my moment, much less my two. That is how I got my reputation and nickname – The Angel. Here I am, in my last year of middle school, and I have never been paddled.
It is a fine line. I think it is some kind of kid rule or law or something that you've got to get paddled at least once before leaving middle school. It builds your standing among the other kids. It makes you accepted and one of them. Sure, Dylan West got his butt busted and half the school heard it, but in reality, he is now a hero. The tales of Dylan's paddling are already being spun and woven throughout the school. Oh yeah, there is something else being spun and woven, and that is that Abner English is sweet and angelic.
You got to balance it. One paddling and never more than two is all you need to establish your credibility. If you end up being a “frequent flyer”, then you are a troublemaker or a thug. You don't want that label either.
"Henshaw #5" http://www.malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=25295
The relevant excerpt:
There is a stigma worse than death among middle school boys and that is the dreaded label of "Goody-goody," "Goody two-shoes," "Good Kid," or "Saint (Insert Name Here.)" It is a fine line. The boy must be just bad or mischievous enough to avoid the title but must never cross the line into "Thug" or "Trouble-maker." Most boys are able to find the balance but not poor Aaron Henshaw, or "Saint Hen" as he was known to his classmates.
By the seventh grade most boys had made a visit to the hallway or to the principal for a session of swift and stinging correction on their backsides but not twelve-year-old Aaron. None of the boys were particularly bad kids; they had just allowed their boyishness to wander out of control on an occasion or two and they had earned their rite of passage into the Red Rear Club. Saint Hen just never had been able to get in trouble. There was that one time when he "tripped" in the school lunchroom and tossed milk and applesauce all over his teacher, Mrs. Pester. Sadly for Saint Hen, the incident was determined to be just an unfortunate accident, as the floors had just been freshly waxed. Aaron was given a pass, an apology, and a fresh tray while Mrs. Pester cleaned herself in the faculty restroom. The "accident" did make for a few minutes of entertainment but did not earn Aaron his passage to the Red Rear Club; in fact, it was that day that he earned the unfortunate name of Saint Hen.
When I was in Junior High (Middle School) this was absolutely the feeling and attitude. Maybe it had to do with the fact that we were in the South or maybe it was universal among schools that practiced CP. However, I was one of the kids "on the list" and it has truly affected me to this day.
Thanks to Adric for dredging up that old dinosaur. It isn't one of my best but it does prove his point well. And thanks to you all for allowing me some blatant self-promotion.