It happened when Harold and I were in 8th grade shop class. Harold wasn't very smart and liked to bother other kids in the class. That wasn't a smart move in shop class.
The first day of shop class the teacher explained the rules. We were told if nothing else worked he use his paddle. He showed it to us. What a paddle!! It was a walnut board with lots of holes drilled in it.
One day Harold kept bother another kid at his table. Finally the shop teacher looked at Harold and motioned for him to come forward. The teacher reached up on the shelf the the paddle and looked at Harold and held up two fingers. Which meant two swats. Harold didn't move. The teacher started counting. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight...all the way to twelve.
Finally Harold went to the front of the room to begin receiving his paddling. When the teacher used the paddle he hit a kids ass like he was swinging a bat at the Worlds Series and he wanted a home run.
How could Harold's young ass stand up to that kind of punishment? The wood meeting Harold's ass made a loud Crack. After only four swats Harold stood up and said, "let it cool off for a while" Again he "assumed the position" for the next eight swats.
It was finished ! Harold walked back to his table with a red face and red ass I'm sure. Siting down easily he put his head down so the rest of us would not see him crying.
The next time Harold was to get a paddling he went to the front of the room, "assumed the position" and took his swats (usually one or two). Even two swats from his guy would make your tender young ass burn most of the night.