Kindergarten and my first real spanking
Growing up in the 1950’s was full of music in my house. My mom always had the radio on or her Hi Fi on playing records, you know the 45’s that were popular. We were always dancing to whatever music was playing.
My first day of kindergarten was not something terrible. My Mom told me who my teacher was, told me to stand on her line, called me “Karen Ann”, snapped my picture and off I went into the classroom.
What I do recall was being all the way in the back of the classroom because my last name began with a “W”. There was no sitting next to your friend, it was all about sitting in alphabetical order. This was something I learned to despise over the years. I never was able to sit in the front of the room.
Oh, how I wished my last name began with an “A” or a “B”. It seemed with everything we did in the classroom it had to do with alphabetical order. Teacher’s pet...who got to be the teacher’s pet first..who was the monitor, who erased the board...whatever the task was, it never seemed to make it to me..”W” ..
I was always the last for everything...even my birthday... My birthday was in the month of December, the last month of the year....When it was time to celebrate my birthday my Mom baked cupcakes for the entire class...In those days Mom’s didn’t seem to worry who liked what flavor, or who was allergic to anything...
When it was your birthday you felt pretty special on that day. That was until you remembered what was going to happen. There was the dreaded moment when Mrs. Wollen called you up to the front of the room to announce your birthday to the entire classroom. That part wasn’t so bad. The part that was dreaded was when she gave you the “birthday spanks” over her lap for “good luck”. Who ever heard of a spanking being for good luck.
She called me up to the front of the room and I immediately started to worry. I had never been spanked before. I had witnessed other kids in the class getting their spanks for good luck and was horrified. I had a beautiful new dress on for my birthday and I was going to be spanked in front of the entire class. It was the worst experience in my life!!
I was spanked five times and then once more for good luck!! I was so choked up with fear and was never more ashamed in my life. I just couldn’t understand the reason for being spanked. I thought getting spanked was when you were bad. I decided then and there I was never going to let anyone spank me again.
When I met my Mom outside of school that day I remember telling her how much it hurt to be spanked in front of the class. I told her it wasn’t fun, the class laughed and my feelings felt very bad. I know my Mom knew I was sad that day and tried to cheer me up by hugging me and telling me I wasn’t spanked for being bad but I didn’t understand why my teacher spanked me.
I recall during all my school years never being scolded or spanked ever again. I guess my kindergarten teacher left more than an impression on my butt, she must have left an impression right down to my soul.
