bendover:
He's taken to the front of the class, his pants and undies whisked down together and over her knee. They show the shock on the kids faces
That is horrible, B, some kids might never recover from an experience like that. I know I shared this catholic school story before, and your movie scene brought in back to me. I remember it like it was yesterday.
When I was in 5th grade, in a Catholic school in South Philly, we were a huge class more that 60 students. One day, Sister was in the middle of diagramming a sentence. One of the students, Chuckie, irritated Sister. He always seemed to be in trouble, but I never noticed exactly what he did to anger her, it must have been subtle, although, he was not very bright. He never did homework and usually failed tests.
Apparently, Sister had telephoned his home either the evening before or earlier that morning to complain of his behavior. Of course the class did not realize this until Chuckie's Mom knocked on the classroom door that day in the middle of the lesson and burst inside.
On the board ledge sat a long rubber-tipped pointer. It's primary purpose was to focus our attention on the information on the board. Sister occasionally used it to spank students, usually out in the hall or in the book room. It probably was made of maple- dense and unbreakable and about an inch thick.
His Mom surveyed the room, and made a beeline right to Chuckie, grabbed Chuckie's left arm just above his elbow, pulled him out of his desk and began a shrill lecture on obedience and respect. Each word of her diatribe was punctuated with a wild stroke of that pointer on Chuckie's bottom. He would wriggle and twist to break loose run a few steps before she blocked his escape in that maze of rows that was our classroom, the entire time he begged forgiveness, promised to be good, pleaded for her to stop as she marched him up and down each aisle ceremoniously striking him again and again on his dress pants bottom or the backs of his legs and thighs. He howled and pleaded and apologized, to no avail.
After about 5 minutes she had worked/spanked her son back up to the front of the room. She paused and ordered him to apologize to Sister, now he was sobbing heavily and out of breath, Chuckie delivered his heartfelt sorrow for his poor behavior..
Mom then grabbed him by the arm and swept him out the door. Sister, smiling grimly, did not miss a beat. She immediately returned to her grammar lesson.
True story! What amazed me the most? Chuckie was back in class after lunch, still boisterous, not showing the least bit of humiliation after being beaten by his mother in front of our whole class.