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Wellred Weekly
Volume 2, Number 1 : March 21, 2013
 
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Corporal Punishment: Archetype, Myth & Reality - Part 1
by Dominic Black

Over the years I have experienced or come across many and varied true accounts of corporal punishment, both personally and also as news or documentary items. As it transpires, I work as a psychotherapist, and several of my clients have spoken of their spanking experiences at school or in the home during therapy, too. I must, of course, observe strict confidentiality regarding my therapy practice, but I will be able to safely illustrate certain motifs that might intrigue you here, and offer insights into why bewildered souls such as ourselves retain this fascination with the spanked bottom, by simply changing the names of those involved, where appropriate.

I myself was punished as a youngster, and the legacy of this has been to inculcate in me a fascination and an enduring excitement with this theme, though I must tell you that my personal experiences do not by any means tell the whole story. A peculiar strangeness that I bring immediately to your attention, was that I dreamt of being abducted and spanked by three witches, aged just 5, before I even knew what spanking was... or what witches were, for that matter. So, from this I deduce that the archetypal theme of punishment existed in my psyche as a given, and that my personal experiences merely brought to life something that was already there, dormant, and waiting to be activated. I shall talk more about this theme as we progress.

I did not wish in any way to have a spanking fetish, nor do I much welcome it, and have actually found it mildly intrusive and embarrassing in my life, though I cannot deny the infantile pleasure that I still, to this day, gain from the impulse when it occurs. All of a sudden, there it is in my consciousness, like a mischievous child, taunting, teasing and defying me, compelling me to imagine some demure or insolent teenage schoolgirl on the receiving end of a good old-fashioned slippering or a paddling, U.S-style (still very much alive as a tradition in the conservative southern states), or, indeed, to recall myself as a teenager being caned at school by some sadistic, perverted, Edwardian caricature of a teacher, or by a strict, no-nonsense, middle-class, Tory, Christian aunt or tutor (of which I had quite a few).

Nevertheless, I feel a curious kind of gratitude. This mythic and deeply symbolic theme of the inner child in relation to reward and punishment, has helped me to understand the complex workings of our psyche much better, and even to develop a greater spiritual awareness and feeling regarding our relationship to existence, meaning, purpose and God, or creation, no less. I hope to elaborate upon this grand assertion as we progress!

I once attended a training workshop on the inner child where T-shirts were on sale, bearing the legend 'My inner child needs spanking!' above an image of a cute couple of cartoon kids, a girl and a boy, with smarting bottoms. In short, we have an inner child who needs to grow and develop morally, and the symbolism of spanking exists in our DNA, just as surely as our fringe, freckles and follicles do! When the inner child strays, it needs a boundary and a container, and the symbolic theme of spanking represents that boundary, though more from the old testament than the new... more from that traditional, conservative, archaic, fundamentalist bastion of original morality in our psyche, than from the developed, compassionate or liberal new testament haven.

So, therefore, a creative, liberally-minded, humane fellow, such as I would like to regard myself, can still have an archaic, residual punitive impulse buried deep in my reptilian psyche, ready to step forward at any given opportunity, like a fiery, fundamentalist preacher with his rod of correction! It has perplexed and amazed me, in equal measure... does that aggressive impulse really come from me? In reality, in my conscious, feeling heart, I want tolerance, understanding, compassion and education, but in my primitive, more infantile, fearful self, I crave punishment and humiliation... humiliation to engender humility in the soul, the old-fashioned way.

Take a case that has recently been in the news in the USA. A 15-year old High School girl, really quite pretty judging by her photographs in the newspapers, opted to receive a paddling from her male Vice-Principal, instead of a detention or an exclusion, that would have affected her grades. Her crime was to have aided and abetted a friend in cheating during a test, by allowing her friend to copy her answers.

Both girls were caught and given a choice of a detention, exclusion or a 5-swat paddling on the bottom, and both girls chose the paddling, not uncommon amongst older students mindful of their grades and university places. Indeed, the incidence of paddling of High School girls in the USA, rises sharply amongst 10th-12th graders (16-18 year olds).

The case made national news, because the school could not find a female teacher to administer the spanking at the time, and so the male Vice-Principal paddled the girls himself, calling in a female witness, who, though female, nonetheless was not qualified to actually administer a spanking. Digging and delving through a few of the local accounts, I came across some of the more salient facts relating to this case. I have changed the name of the girl here, in this account, because it does not seem morally correct to use her real name for my fetishistic purposes.

This girl, Tammy, was attractive, with long blonde hair, slim, and an exemplary A-grade student, who had never been in trouble before. Nonetheless, her crime was considered serious enough to warrant a severe punishment. She chose the paddling, figuring it would be over with quickly, and assuming she would be paddled by a female. Her mother even approved her choice. Not then having the courage to protest to the Vice-Principal, when it became apparent that it would be he that would deliver the spanking, Tammy meekly complied with his instruction to bend over and grab her ankles in his office, before receiving five very hard swats across her bottom. Afterwards, when she told her mother what had happened, and unveiled her crimson 'butt', Tammy's mother was horrified to find that her daughter's backside was "as red as a fire-engine" and "horribly blistered". Addressing the matter directly with the Vice-Principal, he merely replied that:

"it's not unusual for a bottom to look like that after a paddling, and it is entirely in accord with school policy" (though that is questionable, as a female should have given the licks).

Apparently, Tammy was wearing just a red T-shirt and light, white cotton shorts on the day of the paddling, as the temperature was about 35 degrees outside. She was instructed to bend over and grab her ankles, which was quite an unusual posture to be told to adopt... leaning over a desk, the back of the chair or bending forward with her hands on her knees would have been more usual. No reason was given for the ankle-grabbing posture, but the girl was also instructed to stand with her feet quite widely apart before being instructed to adopt this position, so that when she bent over, she would not topple when the heavy swats were administered.

The female teacher who acted as a witness was empathic:

"'The poor kid only had light shorts on, thin enough so you could see her panties underneath when she bent over. I felt sorry for her. She's a cute kid, but the Vice-Principal really made an example of her. I think it was unnecessary to get her to assume that kind of position, and to lay the swats on so hard. I'm reviewing my position at this school now, after this affair. By the fifth swat you could see that her bottom was reddened, even under her shorts and panties."

It also emerged that when Tammy was told to bend over, it was then a further couple of minutes before the paddling was actually dished out. During that time, the Vice -Principal dealt with the paperwork in silence, whilst the girl meekly waited for her punishment in front of him and the female witness. At one point, Tammy partially rose and looked around questioningly, only for the Vice-Principal to bark at her that she'd better get back into position if she didn't want extra swats. He was a heavily-built man in his late-forties, whilst Tammy was slight, only around 5'5'' in height, and weighing about 110lb's. He spent two minutes doing his paperwork, whilst being able to look at the shapely, bent-over bottom of a pretty teenager in tight shorts in front of him.

Once the paperwork was completed, the Vice-Principal took a shiny wooden paddle from his draw, about 15" in length, 5" wide and 1/2" thick... quite a formidable punishment implement. Stepping over to Tammy, he first of all tugged her shorts up higher, presumably to present her bottom even more humiliatingly for punishment, so that the shorts tightened further around her buttocks, fitting like a second skin. Then he tapped her bottom several times, according to Tammy herself, and rubbed the paddle around her proffered buttocks. She said that:

"It was a horrible feeling. The paddle was cold, and I felt really exposed. My shorts were so tight bending over like that, that the fabric hurt me a little, and rubbed against my skin. My legs were shaking and I was scared of the pain coming."

The witness described the actual swats as deliberate, unnecessarily severe and delivered calmly and slowly. It was as if the Vice-Principal was actually savouring the event:

"The fifth swat was the hardest of them all, but Tammy only gasped. She never cried out, though I saw her screwing her eyes up and gritting her teeth. She started to get up, but the Vice-Principal told her to wait until he gave her permission. He lectured her, and she had to answer 'yes, Sir!' to each point. When she finally got up, her face was flushed and she reached behind her to rub her sore bottom. As she walked out she kinda limped. I thought that no kid should have to go through something like that, whatever the offence. I thought it was abusive."

The bent over position, the ankles wide apart, the cold paddle, the hot red bottom, the flushed face... all indicators of a young girl submissive to an older male's overwhelming authority. Whatever anyone might say, and there were actually many on various forums who suggested that Tammy thoroughly deserved her spanking, and some who even claimed that she was lucky to be allowed to keep her shorts on... whatever anyone might say, this act was abusive, both physically and sexually. It was overplayed; an abuse of power and authority. Most of these images of a schoolgirl receiving a 'just and fair', chosen punishment, could equally apply to a rape... the submissive, exposed posture, including the extra emphasising of the buttocks, and a forced accentuated display of the anus and genitals covered only by thin panties and shorts, the phallic paddle, the rhythmic licks, the reddened cheeks (mimicking the sexual display of female primates), the authority and command of the male.

This is a virgin being initiated... a Persephone being abducted by Hades; an innocent 'Justine' cruelly tormented as one might find in the satirical writings of De Sade, which lampooned the hypocrisy and corruption of the oppressive patriarchy of the day. In all these myths and stories, a virginal maiden is violated in order to represent the tyrannical oppression of Eros... the feminine, feeling and love nature, by Logos... spirit, thought, intellect and power.



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