After all the beatings I got, I made a vow to myself that I would never do that to my child. When my daughter needed some corrective training she got 1 whack with my open hand on her bare bottom. That got the point across without scarring her for life.
Hit with just about anything that wouldn't leave a scar by both parents.
Mother broke a broom over my back when I was fifteen.
And I deserved many more that I didn't get.
I miss them today. I'm eighty.😥
I got a lot of belt spankings when I was younger....but the worst one was when I was around 13. I had locked the door to keep him away, he took the door off the hinges and pulled me out from under my bed. He told me that was the last spanking I would ever get...and it was. I think that one made him worry. It was never a small ordeal when I was being punished and my mom didn't pull the "dad card" unless she really had to....so I knew what was coming when things got too over the line.
I'm not saying it was abuse at all.....I was terrible at times, I totally deserved every bit of it.
I think each child needs different things and spankings don't work with every one. My three are the perfect example. My oldest, you couldn't beat any lesson into her, but logic worked great......"be good or your betime is an hour before your sister has to go to bed." My middle child was the hippy child that felt everything and emotions were top tier when it came to punishment....."you have hurt my feelings with how you acted". My son wouldn't learn anything no matter HOW you approached things....but he was an angel we didn't have to worry about until the hormones took over and then GOOD LUCK.
Yardstick. Then belt. Then when I handed over my belt, spankings ended.
Not sure why, but I just had a flashback to "Faulty Towers." (British Comedy series.) Very Funny.
Anyone remember the episode when the Austin Mini Cooper with the British Flag painted on the roof broke down?
John Cleef (?) Runs out of an overhead camera frame, shot of the car. He is off screen for a few moments, and then comes running back in to the frame with a big tree branch and starts mercilessly flogging the car.
Too Funny. 🤔😉😂🤣
Extreme NE TN/W NC ya'll. 😁
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In my earlier reply, I didn’t get into specifics. Just that I got hit with everything and anything. I will mention the worst, though. It was that stick on window blinds that you turn to open/close the louvres. The ones in the ‘80s off our metal blinds were heavy, solid acrylic, with an edged octagon shape. My mom kept one handy and whipped me mercilessly with it, for even the smallest mistake. Legs, back, across the face…whatever she could reach. I usually ran, so back and the backs of legs got the worst. I remember it would leave bleeding welts, and I would think, “This can’t be normal.”
I remember the day after my 15th birthday, she got enraged about something and pulled out the blinds turner. I grabbed her arm, wrenched the thing out of her hand, and said, “You will NEVER hit me again!” I took down every one in the house and threw them in the creek near our house.
Dad worked me over pretty good when he got home, but it was well worth it. Mom was scared enough that she never tried to hit me again after that.
By whom? My high school ag teach could really light you up. I'm saying you had to stand up during the next class.
The wooden spoon was broken on my sister.
I hid Dad's fraternity paddle.
The last time I can't remember many details but her name was Candy and I think it was a peacock feather.