When I was growing up I got spanked by my parents and whenever it happened I almost always did something to deserve it and I knew it. My cousins got the same, and my siblings.
My grandma is Indian from Trinidad and Tobago, she had the scarriest punishment and you knew to listen to grandma and behave:
- normally she'd give you a light knock on the crown of the head, it was like the worse ever because nothing is injured and she hardly touched you and it hurt so bad
- "The heat for the seat" was a large wooden decorative spoon the size of a plate, she broke it on my cousin when he wouldn't stop beating me up
We laugh about it now, he knew he deserved it and it was funny in hindsight that it broke after correcting 2 generations of familly members.
Growing up I could always tell the kids that were never spanked from the ones that were. The kids who were never spanked all had these traits:
- complete lack of fear of authority
- complete disrespect for adult
- bullying of others, including crybullying
- lack of respect for the law
- propensity to cheat
- no respect for other people property
- a willigness to commit petty theft for fun
I think that the modern ideals are wrong. I believe in the old wisdom of our forefathers.
Grandma was right to hit us.
Mom hung a 2' wooden paddle in the kitchen like it was for making butter. She even got Susie Homemaker with it and painted it blue & stenciled a duck on it.... you know for that farmers flair.
As a kid I was scared of it, but as I became a teen, I would laugh and take the swings or grab it out of her hand.
...Yeah, if she's using that on you as a teen she's going overboard...that sounds more like beating or abuse...
My mom stopped spanking me when I laughed at her the one time and told her it didn't hurt and I was too big for her now.
Then she started giving me lecture and guilt trips, she would talk at me for 30 minutes to an hour at a go and it was basically torture.
She did it to one of my friends once when he was supposed to stay at our place. He didn't show up till 9:30 at night and he was curled up on the bed holding his stomach like someone was kicking it.
Told me it was the worse thing he ever experienced in his life. He was used to being yelled at and belittled, he wasn't used to being punished through my mom contrasting his behaviour with the ideals she knew he had for himself deep down inside.
I can attest, it's the worse feeling in the world.
Those were words. Made me wish for the spanks.