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I don’t know what he had done this time, but little Scotty McNameRedacted was always in trouble. He really didn’t get along with any of his teachers. At this particular moment, it was a long-term substitute for our first grade teacher that had lost all patience for Scotty. Why, I didn’t know, but this time, she got the paddle out. And there in front of all of us, she bent Scotty over her knee and began to paddle him.

Scotty made no sound as the paddle struck. In fact, he barely flinched. I remember looking up at the face of the substitute, and watched as an expression of frustration crossed her face. Seeing no signs that her punishment had made an impression, she began to put some real muscle into it. I realized with some degree of horror that she was actually striking Scotty as hard as she possibly could, straining to hit him hard enough to teach him a lesson, so to speak.

…and she got nothing.

If I had looked forward to seeing someone I took to be our class bully get a comeuppance, that feeling was now completely gone. I was schocked to see just how hard the substitute was beating him, and more so to see just how well he was taking it. I reckon Scotty had taken more spankings than the rest of us put together, so I might have expected him to handle it better than I could. Still! This was a level of courage I could not have imagined.

And just like that the spanking stopped. I wasn’t entirely sure why. Had the substitute reached some magic number of blows? Did she realize she had gone too far? Or had she simply given up? I couldn’t tell what led to her decision to stop. I just watched along with the rest of the class as Scotty got off of her lap.

Scotty walked back to his desk and sat down without a trace of a tear on his face, not even a wince as his butt hit the chair. He looked around at the rest of us, maybe a little embarrassed and perhaps a little confused, but he showed absolutely no signs of surrender, no regret, and reform.

For her own part, the substitute appeared to be totally drained.

…and utterly beaten.

I’ve heard a lot of things about corporal punishment as a means of dealing with children. Having no children, myself, I don’t have any real commitments one way or another, but whenever the topic arises, I cannot help but think of this memory.

Scotty may have taken the hits on that day, but there has never been any doubt in my mind.

On that day, at least.

Scotty won.