[Crowbob]

Not a school story but paddle related.

My mom got a paddle as a gift to discipline my brother and I. It was 'The Board of Education'. Nicely finished, varnished with the obligatory holes and a leather loop for hanging prominently on the kitchen wall.

Well, at some point we violated of such severity some rule wherein the board was drafted into use. Mom usually didn't whack our bare bottoms very hard but she didn't really have to. That thing stung like crazy.

Anyway, whatever we'd done was so egregious more than one whack was required. I went first, being younger, while my brother watched.

After two whacks (not hard as the desired effect was achieved mostly by virtue of the fear instilled in us rather than the corporeal sensations) mom quite dramatically loaded up for whack #3.

Well, my brother figured the crime was no more than a two-whacker so he became quite incensed that we were to enjoy a third. In response to this injustice, big brother went over to mom, wrestled the board from her and cracked it clean in two over his knee. He hung the handle end back on its rightful place on the kitchen wall where it remained, untouched and unneeded, for many years.