Back then they were very strict and basically they could treat the kids however they wanted. I/we got paddled for minor infraction almost daily. Most of the time it was in front of the whole class with our pants up, but I was also taken into the cloak room as it was called, and given a bare assed paddling on a few occasions. We were beaten across our palms with heavy rulers and made to stand in one position for hours while holding text books over our heads. You would not dare to ask to go to the bathroom during class hours unless it was an absolute emergency. Even then you may or may not be allowed to go. You were told that you should be able to control your bodily functions and to hold it till recess or until class ends. As a result the occasional accident was inevitable.
Well……
One morning while in the 3rd grade, I am running late for school. We had a single bathroom for all of us (mom dad and 4 kids ) so I did not get to poop in the morning like I was used to. It did not feel like I had to go that bad, only a little bit, so I figured I could hold it till recess at 10:00.
By the time class began at 8:00 I was regretting not pooping at home. My bowels were as full as they could be and I felt a rumble in my tummy that meant more was on the way.
“This is my own fault”, I thought to myself, “I will just have to suffer and hold it in till recess”. I bit my lip, sat straight up in my seat and clinched my butt checks tight together hoping for the best. Before long it was becoming unbearable. I could feel my anus starting to open from the inside and I began to sweat. In panic I raised my hand.
“What is it Mr. DiSalo?” Ms. Hogan was an old cranky bitch.
“May I please be excused, Ms Hogan, I have to go very bad.”
Her eyes narrowed with a look of contempt.
“We take care of our business before and after class. You’re old enough to be able to control yourself. You can wait another hour until recess.”
“But PLEASE I really have to…”
“ENOUGH! Don’t you understand English young man?”
“Now you can go stand in the corner for the next hour.”
As I stood up I lost control and felt a mass of poop force its way old into my tight fotl briefs. I squeezed as hard as I could trying to kept it in but I just couldn’t. It came in waves…some would come out…I would squeeze to stop it…then more would come… The kids sitting next to me heard and/or smelled it and began to giggle under their breath. I went to corner in the front of the class room and put my face in the corner.
“Mr. DiSalo…come over here.”
While standing in front her she bent over and sniffed. She wrinkled her ugly nose, smirked and asked way too loudly: Did you just have a bowel movement in your trousers, Mr. DiSalo?
There was a moment of silence before the whole class erupted in laughter and I burst into tears.
“QUIT!” The old witch shouted.
She sent me to nurse who called my mother to come pick me up. The nurse was very pretty had having to tell her what happened was very humiliating. She was kind and sympathetic and told me it happens to everyone once in while and that she was no exception. I remember thinking about it happening to her a started to laugh.
My mother was very angry. She scolded me all the way home. Once home I was told to strip. She cleaned my filthy bottom with paper towels (not gently either) and put me in the bath tub.
After the bath I was taken into her bedroom, put over her knee a spanked with a large marble hair brush she kept near her bed.
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