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Many stories now contain someone being watch or watching someone being spanked. Has this happen to anyone, here.

At my school there would be some paddling type punishment in front of the class, but anything serious like caning, would be done in private. I got the former, but by the time I was old enough to get caned, it had been phased out.

Human psychology is weird. When I got paddled, I hated it. But as soon as the next day, and for weeks after, I would start getting confused thoughts about it.

As for, how it relates to the stories. I think stories tend to focus on the embarrassment of getting punished in front of people. For me, in reality. The bigger fear was accidentally crying in front of the class, as that was way more embarrassing than being punished.

When I was in national school punishment was almost always a leather strap on the upturned hand delivered in the classroom.
The same applied in secondary school too although occasionally sent to principals office. If a number of students were sent together then they would be caned together . In any case, the school secretary sat in the outer office. She was an ex pupil and had been a good friend of my older sister when she was in school. I can remember on more than one occasion waiting in the outer office to be called in by the principal and she would chat with me asking about my older sister. She would then be able to hear(but obviously not see) my caning when I was called into the inner office. Afterwards I would have to walk through her office and I would try to hide my tears and hope she wouldn't stop me for any more chat. To be fair to her, she would usually say nothing and just give me a sympathetic smile.

Yes, quite a few times with a varying cast. It definitely adds an edge........especially if the spanking is a punishment and not just a dare or game......though that can be fun too....in a different way.

When I was in primary school, in the 1950s, spanking was common and always carried out in front of the class. It was hand spanking applied to the seat of a boy's trousers or as much bare thigh as could be exposed by pulling up the leg of his shorts. To my great pleasure, girls had their skirts lifted and knickers pulled up tight so the spanking was on bare bottom flesh.

Later, at boarding school it was common for an entire dormitory (10 or 12 boys) to be bent over the ends of their beds and spanked with a slipper on the seat of their pyjamas. One's view was mostly of the bed one was bending over but it was possible to see, and definitely hear, one's neighbours getting it. Such spankings took place every few weeks.

The cane was used as well, but in private, unless more than one miscreant was up to be "swished". I rarely experienced group canings.

Geoffrey Stirling.

I like to think of myself as a switch but I do seem to take more punishment that I mete out and the spankings are often with one or more enthusiastic observers looking on. I've even been stripped naked and spanked in public at the monthly meetings held locally for 'like-minded people'. At one such meeting I was paraded through the venue and made to stand in the corner like a naughty child with my sore bottom on show for all to see.

So, Humiliation has been a major factor in my adult spanking activities and I think it goes back to my primary school days when I was spanked by the headmaster in front of the whole class. Patricia, the girl who sat at the desk in front of me despite being probably the best-looking girl in the class (or maybe because of it?) was an absolute cow. She teased me endlessly about my painful experience. During the afternoon break that day, one of the girls was munching on a rosy red apple. "That apple is as red as Richard's bottom," teased Patricia. The boys seemed to find the remark mildly amusing but the it was met with a chorus of uncontrollable giggling from my female classmates. My embarrassment must have been apparent as one of the other girls announced that my face was as red as my bottom. More girlish giggling. It had been the most humiliating day of my life and I couldn't understand why later that day, I felt a strange warm fuzzy feeling coursing through my body. I was too young for there to have been any sexual connotation but looking back I think it was my first experience of the female domination that was to play such an important part in my later life. So, I can only agree with the previous comment:

The public school system I was in from grades 1-12 had a policy of paddling students out of sight and hearing of other students. This was mostly ignored. In grade school, students got paddled in the hallway outside classrooms where we could hear it quite clearly. In the Principal's office, it was done right outside his office so the secretary could witness it from her desk. If you were running an errand for your teacher and happened on a student or students being paddled, the teacher paid you no mind and went on about his/her business.

In Jr. High, this was still the way it happened, except in PE and Industrial Arts, there paddlings happened in the open, in front of all the students in the class. In PE, it was still in the teachers office, but it was an open affair so your paddling was seen by anyone walking by. In Industrial Arts, it was done right there in the shop, you bent over a work table.

In high school, paddlings still got done in the hallways. In the Principal's office, they got done in hgis office, but anyone out front could hear it and would see you emerge walking funny.


Anyway, that's how it happened in my hometown in Texas.

I did a series of stories called "Unexpected Witness". Basically, someone accidentally seeing a spanking.