ultrablue said:

Yes, one of those wooden Thai ones.

She tried to pull that shit on me one year (I was already an adolescent by then), and I grabbed it and broke it in half with my hands, I was so pissed.

But luckily for me, my family feel completely apart by the time I was 14/15 and my parents didn't even know I was still alive most days. I would leave home for days at a time and they'd never know.


Dude, seriously. I can fuck folks up.

Imago said:

You want to be a whistle blower?

yeah abusively.

OnlyNDaUsa said:

me too...

noimageatall said:

I got Jacked up when i acted up which was rare but i've gotten my ass beat

OnlyNDaUsa said:

me too...

IAintTheOne said:

I would say in my case it was more of a last resort when all other humane methods did not work

To be honest...I wouldn't call it spanking...my Mom beat me!

It's why I never laid one finger on my children.

Oh I was the go to kid. The one that they assumed was the one in need of the beating. I took them. I think I was 5 or 6 the last time I cried in pain. Even when she left bloody welts I would just lay there.

I never got beat with a cord, I don't understand how that would work?

This sounds kinda gruesome to make everyone recall this stuff, but

Like, sure, a belt or paddle slaps just like the palm of a hand would, but a cord seems more like a whip? I don't get it

For me it wasn't so much the pain inflicted, but more the humiliation, or the fact that it had to "go there"

Yes. Not often.
I can count the times I got a beat down in one hand and I really deserved them.

And no I was not terrified nor am I resentful for it.

Cinnie said:

Oh Lord, by the time I was 5 or 6 I did not care what they said. I had heard it all. Anyway I am getting a bit too...

Cinnie said:

it raps around.



yeah I can feel my heart rate going up.



It is like a whip. It moves through the air and raps around whatever part it lands on. My mom also had a paddle with holes drilled in it. But usually it was a belt or this plastic rod, like one used for window blinds.

OnlyNDaUsa said:

Geez...did we have the same mom? She used whatever was near at the time. A rosebush switch that she made US pick..an extension cord, a metal flyswatter. Once she hit me so hard in the front seat of the car, I hit my mouth on the dash and chipped half of my tooth off. And then she yelled at me for getting blood on the seat.

johnart said:

I can't say I can count the number of times though. I am wondering how effective it was, because I don't think it was THAT often either.

For me it wasn't so much the pain inflicted, but more the humiliation, or the fact that it had to "go there"

Cinnie said:

For us it was the very real pain inflicted by someone who supposedly loved us. And we rarely deserved it.

My father never laid a hand on me. Now my mother, that's a different story. lol