As far as I can remember, bullies weren’t tolerated at our school.
I remember the fate of one bully in the same grade as me at school. His name was Graeme Kingsley and he was a complete asshole. He never bullied me but that was probably only because I did the sensible thing and stayed the hell out of his way. He had about six friends and they used to torment about five or six other weaker guys. Anyway he was utterly hated and reviled by everyone except his half dozen cronies. Well he went on a school field trip one time and he had the misfortune to end up sharing a dormitory on his own with four of his regular victims. What they did was they got about five rolls of duct tape and waited til this guy was asleep and taped him up almost into a cocoon. They then invited other people from dormitories to throw shit (figuratively speaking) at him and insult him.
The worst thing though, was that when everyone had left they decided to reenact a scene from Full Metal Jacket and beat the shit out Graeme with bars of soap wrapped in a towel (hurts like hell, apparently). They got expelled for that, but Graeme stayed. There’s no justice, is there?
Are you kidding? I WAS the bully. Anyone want to make something of it? 
Actually, I was pretty lucky. I was a fairly big kid. Not too many people picked on me until highschool. When I was a freshman, the seniors jocks used to give me a lot of shit because I was into heavy metal, and had long hair. I was also the third guy in my highschool to wear an earring. They’d call me “fag” and stuff, because of the earring. Funniest thing is that a few years later, they were all wearing earrings too. Now that I’ve been out of school a while, I just LOVE running into those assholes. I’m even bigger now. Bigger than most of those guys, who are now balding and fat, with 37 kids and a wife who wears rollers to the mall. I just smile and walk by. My hair is still long, and I still sport the single earring, but no one ever says anything any more. To be honest, I wish one of them would. I’d love to fatten a lip or black an eye, just as a payback. Now days I can put a lot behind a punch, being 6’1" and 220 pounds… 
I was lucky enough to be gifted at blending into the woodwork. I found that being talented certainly helped me avoid a lot of persecution during my high school years (I was a sterling scholar artist for my high school). There were certainly a few incidents (i.e. taunts, being pushed, etc.) but I was never actually attacked and never really got into a fight. Not enough persecution to physically damage me in anyway but just enough to make a person feel bad for not standing up for themselves. <sigh> Some memories aren’t that fun.
On a slightly different note I thought I’d pass along a story. My brother is quite athletic and so of course has a lot of friends with the same interests (running, martial arts, etc.). A friend of his, a retired golden gloves boxer, had a bully attempt some psychological/physical intimidation during a college intramural basketball game (yep… theres plenty of bullies at all ages). After being sucker punched by the bully boxerman pulled out the stops and knocked him cold. More satisfying then that though is the subsequent confrontation when the bully came to and yellow-bellied rather than fight. Physically beating a bully I’m sure can be rewarding but the psychological reward to me would be so much more.
Grim Beaker
Kevin. He followed my sister and me home from school, pelting us with rocks. mostly little ones, but rocks. I was 7, sister was 9, Kevin (about 9 inches taller than me) was 6. I saw a brick lying by a construction zone, thought he would throw that (he’d thrown everything else at us). He saw me go for the brick, suddenly got concerned we’d retaliate. we got there about the same time, struggle insued. Did I mention he was alot taller than me??? brick got slammed into my forehead. Blood. Lots of it. Had to go to the hospital for shots etc. Scar to this day (nearly 40 years later)- for the next week, I had no recess because they were worried that the cut would open again. Kevin had ZERO repercussions. Scum. thanks for reminding me. what a putz.