...although I didn't know it at the time. I actually figured it out in the last couple of years or so. He used to take me out and paddle me 3 or 4 times a week. I didn't have to be doing anything. Sometimes I would just be sitting there quietly doing my work and I would hear, "Pam, out in the hall!" Then I would just dutifully march out there and bend over and get a swat on my bottom with his precious glass paddle.
It happened so much that I did start to cause trouble in the class sometimes because I knew I was going to be paddled anyway. 
There would be a group of kids on the other side of the classroom acting up and he would start naming names and he would throw in my name for good measure. I was actually a bookworm though and other than his class I never (hardly ever) got in any trouble. 
In fact I was paddled more in one week in his class than I was in my entire 12 years of school.
One time to punish the class he gave us 10 minutes to memorize a paragraph and then he went down the line and when an offending student couldn't recite it he would swat their hand with that paddle. When he got to me I recited the entire paragraph perfectly (the only one to do so) 
but because I didn't want to be the "smart girl" I substituted the word "crap" for the very last noun in the paragraph. 
This really set him off and not only did I not get my hand "slapped" with the paddle. He took me out in the hallway everday for a week for that one infraction.
I mentioned this to my mom once and she asked me why I didn't tell her. I pointed out to her that not only would she not have defended me but she would have whipped me again when I got home, so the last person on earth I would have said anything to was her. 
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