I'm lucky all I got were spankings because the alternate would have been death playing and tempting life the way I did as a kid. Frankly, I feel the good Lord saved me in certain death scenarios so that he could watch as my parents shredded a hole in my jean bottoms with their belt.
It is no accident that I rolled off my skateboard while flying down an East LA hill right before it deviated into a busy street only to get devoured by a passing truck. It is no accident that a branch broke my fall as I lost my grip 20 or so feet above it. Many, many other close calls where those story's came from.
A kid at that age does NOT connect being saved by a branch or a "lucky" roll off a death board with a life lesson. Nope. What made the connection was a stern consequence laden tirade from my father followed by the "if you ever do it again" fire of a well crafted leather belt.
I got spanked so hard the sound of my crying left the human auditory spectrum. There was a pause between sound of about 8 seconds. All the visuals were there. The face of horror, the tears, the wide open mouth but no sound. I remember it even made my father hit the pause button on the ass whooping as he hadn't encountered an "ass whooping" scenerio that had so much return on investment. Once he realized I was simply catching my breath and that the action simply created a black hole where not even sound could escape he finished the job.
The honest to God truth is that I probably would have loved my father less should he have not disciplined me. No one should respect a wet noodle. My father is no wet noodle.
I remember, "Stop crying or I'll really give you something to cry about!" as she bare-handed spanked my little girl thigh.
I remember one time she hit me so hard she broke a vein in her hand.
She'd also say, "This is hurting me more than it is you."
You too huh. :/
Me three
Hijacking’s to warn everyone of this fake video. This is actually footage from NY’s new immigrant housing facility…lol.
I remember running in circles to avoid the belt! I even put a magazine down my pants once. Those were the days.
Brother is that you?
Your telling the story of my childhood. 😆
I'm lucky all I got were spankings because the alternate would have been death playing and tempting life the way I did as a kid. Frankly, I feel the good Lord saved me in certain death scenarios so that he could watch as my parents shredded a hole in my jean bottoms with their belt.
It is no accident that I rolled off my skateboard while flying down an East LA hill right before it deviated into a busy street only to get devoured by a passing truck. It is no accident that a branch broke my fall as I lost my grip 20 or so feet above it. Many, many other close calls where those story's came from.
A kid at that age does NOT connect being saved by a branch or a "lucky" roll off a death board with a life lesson. Nope. What made the connection was a stern consequence laden tirade from my father followed by the "if you ever do it again" fire of a well crafted leather belt.
Simple.
My parents would use a fly swatter.
Mom had a swatter!
I got spanked so hard the sound of my crying left the human auditory spectrum. There was a pause between sound of about 8 seconds. All the visuals were there. The face of horror, the tears, the wide open mouth but no sound. I remember it even made my father hit the pause button on the ass whooping as he hadn't encountered an "ass whooping" scenerio that had so much return on investment. Once he realized I was simply catching my breath and that the action simply created a black hole where not even sound could escape he finished the job.
The honest to God truth is that I probably would have loved my father less should he have not disciplined me. No one should respect a wet noodle. My father is no wet noodle.
Sounds like a parent who loves you and just wants the best for you.
Yes, but also one who had never learned any other method to respond.