I'm from the Caribbean.
Went to school in the 90's.
Highschool Principle used to make fools read the official document that gave him the right to corporal punishment, while he stood behind you purposefully unstrapping the rolled up cow leather belt he had tucked away in the same binder they used to house law papers and parchments for parliament in.
shyt was a brolic ass Weight lifter's belt.
Now this was nearing the end of the "It takes a village to rear a child" shyt in which if you incurred an infraction that warranted gettin' your ass whupped, you was prolly gonna get whupped again from ya mom's when she came home and ya pops when he came back home on some 'no questions' bullshyt.
While I can safely say I've never felt the wrath of a belt or beating past the moderately spicey "Open your hand palm up" bullshyt in which a teacher would give you 'lashes' and make you count 'em out, fukking up your writing hand or some shyt, I've been privy to many an 'buck breaking' ass whupping to the point where I knew I'd have to run if ever I fell into that category, 'cause mentally I couldn't take getting abused so lawlessly infront of your peers. The clowning afterward drove some kids to mental breakdowns and grade altering depression.
I mean how can you pop shyt out on the playground when less than a week ago we saw you, literally grabbing your ankles as the Bajan math's teacher order you to put your "Head down and bum to the sun" so he could run up and Brian Lara your ass infront of us all? Nah, you need to shut the fukk up and hope that someone else gets the same treatment so could save face.
And for anyone not familiar with West Indies upbringing in them days, here's a near accurate description of the shyt you got, from kid to convict as punishment. It's to the point I'm honestly surprised Michael Jackson wasn't born in the Caribbean, the type of whupping nikkas used to get on the DAILY with nary a C.P.S. or Humane society checkup or nothin'. shyt, the worst school kid public beating I saw was from a parent who came in and almost stomped his son out for looking to put hands on a very controversial music teacher one time.
But believe it or not, we accepted that shyt back then and rarely anyone fought back or even worse, pulled out a weapon.
But then again back then alot of the male teachers looked like Ronnie Coleman and Michael Clark Duncan, rest his soul.
Fighting back turned into Royal Rumbles real quick in which a teacher had all right to slam you onto any surface (usually desk or in a few instances the hood of a car) and restrain you if you were combative.
Them type of dudes gone now. Just women and sus pretty boys now and the real trouble makers don't respect these wafer thin cats at all.
I've seen teachers cursed out, slapped, shoved and straight up decked by buck 20 mini wemby lookin' cats with nary ANY resistance.
And that's the ones that ain't bringing

Who the fukk getting stabbed for Minimum wage teacher salaries and zero protection from habitually violent delinquents these days?
Nope.