When I was about eight or nine, I had a really shitty teacher. He was abusive as fuck, it was when a time when corporal punishment was borderline tolerated. He hit me with a ruler on my head and pulled my ears really hard.
I told it to my dad what happened and my dad wrote a really angry letter to the principal. The principal asked to see me in private and asked me how hard he pulled my ears. Very hard I told him. He suggested me to pull his ear to show how hard. Man, what a dumb move. It was like my Christmas, New Year, Halloween, Chinese New Year, Bar Mitzvah and my birtday at the same time. I pulled his ear with all the force I got which left my principal screaming like I shoved a baseball bat with no lube up his ass. He had a tear in the corner of his eye and asked me if it was this hard. Much harder I said, I'm just a kid (with a sad puppyface)...
The principal turned red, left his office rushing like he was going to commit a murder. I followed his as fast as I could. He climbed up the stairs at a really fast pace, especially for a 50something year old man. The teacher was in front of a full class and the principal kicked in the door like a bad cop movie. Without any notice he dragged the teacher out of the class by his neck, and once outside he threw him on the ground like a b*tch (see Overeem vs Rogers) and started screaming in uncomprehensive language while he was kicking the teacher who was on the ground. It was, for us, at this age, a spectacular view to see the principal, dressed in a suit, kick the living hell out of a teacher. After that the teacher was on all fours he yelled "YOURERHAHAHAHA FIRERRAAHAHIRED, LEAVEEEE NAHHHAHAOW". He teacher was crying but left as fast as he could because I think the principal would have killed him. The principal took all his belongings and put them in a box and threw everything out on the parking lot.
The teacher got suspended for one week, where we didn't have class, and I was a hero. He did get his job back but the principal filed complaints with police for child abuse and asked to have his house checked for child porn. Since that day our teacher became a quiet, frustrated and scared man with no balls. Our principal took his soul. We also gained a lot of respect for the principal, and yeah, fear too. During the next summer he got a heart attack. May God have his soul.