Happy New Year!
just minded to post a thread on spankings/other
did you get corporally punished as a kid? How?
me, always a spanking, bare bottom. Mother furious. Why was mother furious? Because she f*cked up on supervision and I went to close to the water or too close to the road. Only happened a couple times.
No, my parents never spanked or hit. I was sent to my room as punishment. Later, in high school, my parents grounded me to them as punishment. So if I broke curfew on Friday, I had to spend all day Saturday and Sunday with them. It wasn’t terrible because I liked spending time with them. But it wasn’t really good either.
My mother had her red flyswatter which every kid in the neighborhood knew about. It got used on me for sure because I was sassy (I know, very difficult to imagine). My dad, never. Because I was also a daddy’s girl.
More times than I care to count. Generally my dad (step father), with a belt. I was a bad kid, always finding trouble. Got a hack in school once too, that was more embarrassing than anything else and pretty much kept me in line in school afterward.
I don’t know if I would call it corporal punishment. I guess spanking happened when we were younger, later it was really just my dad losing his shit and beating us, usually with a belt.
My Dads palm on my ass when I was driving him crazy. Didn’t happen very often. Didn’t need to.
Happy New Year!
just minded to post a thread on spankings/other
did you get corporally punished as a kid? How?
me, always a spanking, bare bottom. Mother furious. Why was mother furious? Because she f*cked up on supervision and I went to close to the water or too close to the road. Only happened a couple times.
Got a few spankings which I have to say were effective. I was a very willful child and I don’t think anything less would have sent a message. Lived in fear of the strap at school but never got it. Was threatened by it once by principal broke down started crying and I guess he figured messaged delivered. Never had to spank my kids. I could make my daughter cry with an angry look she is that sensitive. My son never gave me enough trouble to merit any significant punishment.
Best ever. We were in Disney when I was 13. Walking around thinking I was too cool for school. Thinking I might get some girls to notice me. Mouthed off to my Dad. Grabbed me by the shoulders, with a low growl (he was a Marine, big dude).
Then made me hold his hand walking around the park rest of the night. That left a mark.
If we swore mum would stick a bar of soap in our mouth far enough for our molars to scrape off bits of soap that stuck in the grooves and left a long after taste. I laugh now at the simple theory - this will clean up your vocab.
occasional strap or slaps, mainly from dad, for things like staying out too late or venturing too far from home. Not eating our dinner would sometimes get some forced feeding.
Have to say though that the ‘violence perpetuates violence’ argument doesn’t seem to be playing out in this thread. sounds like the message got through too.
yes. My dad was a violent angry guy in his late 20s and early 30s. He’d experienced much worse as a kid, which i guess can adjust the sense of what is normal and acceptable.
looking back to growing up in the UK in the late 60s and 70s one of the things that now seems so odd is the attitude to corporal punishment in schools. It wasn’t limited to the cold formal cane on the hand for serious stuff in secondary school. Teachers would smack a kid on the backside or legs in junior/elementary school if they talked in class or were disruptive in other ways. On the spot, similar to what a parent would do. Seems crazy from the perspectives of both the kids and the teachers now.
yes. My dad was a violent angry guy in his late 20s and early 30s. He’d experienced much worse as a kid, which i guess can adjust the sense of what is normal and acceptable.
looking back to growing up in the UK in the late 60s and 70s one of the things that now seems so odd is the attitude to corporal punishment in schools. It wasn’t limited to the cold formal cane on the hand for serious stuff in secondary school. Teachers would smack a kid on the backside or legs in junior/elementary school if they talked in class or were disruptive in other ways. On the spot, similar to what a parent would do. Seems crazy from the perspectives of both the kids and the teachers now.
My second grade teacher was a big fat black woman who had a paddle. For some reason there was a large walk in closet with a door in the classroom. This kid Billy Millman would get taken in there all the time and we’d hear him screaming bloody murder as he got hit. Didn’t seem to do him any good, I guess you could argue it kept the rest of the class in line. This would have been in the late 70s.
Never.
The occasional kick in the ass and the wooden spoon to the back. But the main punishment was work, I grew up on a farm and we heated our house with wood, so cleaning cow shit or splitting wood for hours got the point across. Usually those were shared between me and my brother, thankfully my brother was more rebellious than myself.
When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard, really.
My Dads palm on my ass when I was driving him crazy. Didn’t happen very often. Didn’t need to.
This.
I’m torn on where I stand on spanking. I would never spank a kid in that way. On the other hand… It’s pretty damn effective if you use it sparingly. Just the threat of a spanking was usually enough to make you realize you’ve crossed a line.
I really think the immediate negative feedback of a spank can be a useful tool in certain situations. Some kids learn the lesson super quick, with others it makes them more defiant.
No but a friends Mom stabbed me with a fork once. I don’t recall why, just recall feeling sorry for my friend, having to deal with her, and I often wondered why she was so F’d up.
Only once that I recall. I kept running across the street without looking, and increasingly stern warnings weren’t getting through. One hard smack on my ass from dad and hey presto the message got through.
Most consequences from dad involved getting yelled at. He spent a few years in the Navy when he was younger, had a pair of lungs and a vocabulary to prove it.
Mom was usually the enforcer though. Cleaning toilets & scrubbing floors were standard consequences for misbehavior.
My older brothers tell me I was a pretty well-behaved kid, all things considered. Not sure what my parents would have done if I’d been more willful.
Had my hide tanned plenty as a kid. There was the flyswatter, the trusty palm or the wooden spoon. I remember the three of us kids all got the spoon for being shits in public, and too oblivious to realize the line we were crossing. I got it last, and the spoon broke. The worst, however was the willow switch. We had a willow tree growing in the backyard. If you fucked up big enough, you were required to go out back and select a switch (long, whiplike branch), which was then used on your ass. Very low recidivism rate following that one.
I was occasionally spanked as a child. Mostly for lying or not cleaning my room. As I got older the punishments changed to making me walk home from wherever I was. My parents never wanted me to miss practice because it was unfair to the other kids if i didn’t show up…they would just not come pick me up afterwards.
My mother did tie my brother to his bed when he was child. She only did that once as far as I know.
Both of my parents were physically abusive. I was a straight A student, full scholarship to private school with a joint focus on academia and sport. National standard youth hockey player and later on X-Country runner.** “Never in trouble, never answered back.” **
My mothers favourite implement was a 2 foot wooden spoon. She broke it after hitting me with it for several years. I frequently went to school covered in bruises. Late 60s early 70s, for some reason it was acceptable.
I’ve got to ask, what in the world was she punishing you for?