So Here's To You Mrs. Robberson....

Originally posted on Yahoo 360 on Sunday July 29, 2007 - 02:33pm (CDT)

I was a loner a bookworm , and i had come to hate school. None of these things made me very popular with Mrs. Robberson. A Wisconsin yankee in a Tennessee school I was constantly the target of bullys totally ignored by girls,and a problem for most of my teachers. mostly because I couldn't have cared less what they were saying, and I just wanted to be back in Wisconsin.

This was the1960s there were no pantyhose yet girls were still wearing garterbelts, and stockings. Being a leg man (even if they all did hate me) a glimps of bare thigh above a girl's stockings was a thrilling thing. Much more so than what ever Mrs. Robberson was babbling about. I had a small two inch mirror which i was using to look up Yolanda Stevens skirt. Yolanda Stevenswas a beautifull dark haired girl with those mesmurizing babyfat thighs that have driven young men crazy since the dawn of time. At this moment a good two inches of bare crossed leg were showing above her stockings too!

Next thing I knew the guy next to me was slapping my arm, and telling me the teacher was talking to me. And ther she stood. All four,and a half feet of her. Did I mention that she was a short hunchbacked woman? Arms folded across her chest looking at me like she was looking at a dirty diaper.

"Give me that mirror young man you are not going to look up girl's dresses in my classroom." She said coldly. "Billy go get me Mrs. Brown's paddle."

Oh my god!There I was in front of the whole class, bent over grabbing my ankles. Being paddled, and scolded about looking up girls dresses! I wish I could tell you I remembered all the details, but I tried to forget that day as soon as I could. I do remember the sting of that paddle! iremember it seemed to go on forever. The longest six licks in history to me. I remember the paddle too. It was over a foot long, dark wood. It was scarred ,and had a chip out of one end. It stung like fire!!

There was a strange reaction from most of the girls that day. After that girls would pull up their skirts, and flash some leg. Or cross their legs , and smile in class. The bolder ones would occassionally just open their legs. Still a yankee in the south of 1966 though none of them ever went out with me. I spent my entire 6th, 7th, and 8th grade years without a date.