I attended Catholic grade school in the middle to late 60's. Man the smacking around, swats, kneeling on rulers. One time I had a male teacher, Mr Hough grab me by the front of the shirt and slam me into a locker. Of course I did not deserve any of it.
Memories...memories,
I was stood in a corner in the back of the room... the nun got the rest of the class started on seat work, then she came back and jammed my face into the corner three times... concrete block wall... third grade... bloody nose.
But i totally deserved it, I hadn't done my homework.