Spanked at School

When I was 14 I was a typical obnoxious teenager. Always back chatting and stuff like that. Whether it be at home or school.

One day I was at school and had sport for the last lesson. I was helping pack the sport equipment away with a mate of mine, when the girls sports teacher walked past and told us to hurry up. I swore and said no.

She then told my friend to go get changed and go and I were made to put the stuff away on my own. When I had finished I went to shut the door when she pushed me into the store room, bent me over some equipment and pulled my shorts and underwear down and spanked me.

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  • I read your narration with deep sense of empathy. A lot of folks have had enough confusion from a "confused world" to last for a life time! Lack of "personal identity" can bore oneself sick even to having suicide thoughts . Have I once considered suicide in my life? Yes .. . and indeed, many folks you see that walk the streets are full of challenges and pains that were inflicted or innate. In my own case, in my teens like you, I thought I will not be able to achieve anything because I was abused as a child , lived in a home that always felt like an explosive device was about to ignite. I struggled with these feelings and tried to fill the void via alcohol and "street smokes". . I envied and wanted to be like others. I began to steal. Well, I am an adult now, well educated, employed, married, had kids, drug/alcohol/smoke free, and really free from all my demons. How? Yes, I know that this will be the question in your heart. It sounded foolish and dreamlike but it was real. Someone gave me a copy of "New Testament and Psalms and proverbs"; a little blue covered book which could fit into my pocket. It was published by Gideon international. I began to read it from "The Gospel of John" like he advised me. I love reading and it made sense. Well, I may not be able to tell you all that happened to me but I discovered that as I read it daily, I began to be attracted to and talk to the main character in the story; Jesus and it seemed like and old self of mine was dropping off daily. At some point , I was shocked when I was out with my friends and realized that I hadn't touched alcohol in the past 2 weeks! That was strange. And the stranger thing was that alcohol lost its appeal to me. In fact, it disgusted me. My friends told me that they will "give me just three months" and I will drink myself to stupor like before. well it has been years and I keep getting better; more pleasant than the person I ever tried to be. . Jesus is beautiful.

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