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Gym class was always an interesting experience for me. I did various extracurricular sports and didn't much enjoy gym. It always seemed boring and unnecessary; I would have rather taken another class. When I was in 10th grade, this changed. Never did I have more fear and excitement as than in this gym class.
Over the summer, the school had hired a new gym teacher as a replacement for a retired one. His name was Mr. Miller, and he made it his personal goal to get us to obey the rules. At over 6 feet, he was one of the most _s_e_x_y guys I had ever seen. His rippling muscles, blond hair, and hot butt made me crazy whenever I saw him. But he was very intent on being a strict teacher, like none we had ever seen.
"Welcome to sophomore gym class," he said on the first day. "There are strict rules that MUST be followed or you will recieve punishment. There is a list that will be posted by tomorrow."
There were four different catagories of offense. Each one was punishable by a different degree of spanking, as we soon learned.
Category one included the most mild offenses. If you didn't answer promptly when he spoke to you, or did anything to offend him, you recieved a category one spanking. Additionally, category one spanking were given to those without their shorts, shirt, or jock strap. Jock strap checks were taken frequently. We would each pull down our pants, and if we didn't have one on, we were in trouble. With a category 1, you would be taken on the knee and recieve ten good slaps on the butt. It was a sound spanking. Almost everyone recieved these frequently, many every day.
My first category one happened the fourth day of school. Mr. Miller had asked me where something was, and I hadn't heard it. Before I knew it, Miller had screamed "Category 1." It was insane.
Category 2 offenses included mild disrespect and verbal insults to other students. These hurt. First, you would be taken on the knee in your gym shorts and given 10 slaps like in category 1. Before you knew it, you were being spanked in only a jock strap.
Category 3 offenses included disrespect of a higher degree, fights, towel snapping in the shower, and anything else he see fit. After recieving a category 1 and 2, You would be ordered to bend over a table. He would then take out his paddle. It was a huge paddle, even bigger than the one my dad used sometimes. Six holes were cut, and it sure hurt. You would recieve 5 of these.
Category 4 offenses were totally avoided as much as possible. These were for gross disrespect, repeated other offenses, and anything else considered aweful by Miller. I recieved this once, and I will never forget it. During gym one day, he was yelling at a friend of mine for not playing well and I became inraged.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing, you big bully. Why don't you go and pick on someone your own size for a change, instead of a kids." That was the last straw, he screemed category 4 and I knew the drill.
Category 4 lickings were given in the morning. I came to school at 7:30 and recieved my punishment. After recieving category 1, 2, and 3 spankings, he took off his belt. As I leaned there in my jock strap, I recieved one of the worst lickings of my life. Hit after hit, my butt was on fire. Slowly it became purple and welts appeared. I thought I was going to die. It seemed to never end.
SLAP.
SLAP.
OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I began crying uncontrollably after the 40th lick.
SLAP.
SLAP.
After 97 beatings, he stopped. "Go home, I told the nurse that you were sick."
For the rest of the day I lay in bed stomach down. I never recieved a category 4 again.