Did your parents ever spank you, as a child?

If so, tell me what you did to get spanked, and did you learn anything from it?





Mine is easy.(This story is 100% true. I did not read it, or copy it, from anywhere).

When I was a baby, my mother had put me in my playpen so she could clean house, and not have to watch me. I wanted out, so I started to cry. When this didnt work, I started to scream. My mother came into the room, and told me to stop screaming in a sharp voice, and left the room. I started to scream again, only louder, and began jumping up and down, also. My mother came back into the room, gave me one swat on the butt, and told me again to stop screaming, only this time, she shut the bedroom door behind her, and turned up the music on the stereo, so she couldn't hear me screaming. When she finally did return to the bedroom, I had removed my diaper, and thrown its contents, all over the bedroom,in protest.




Somehow, I dont think this story will shock those of you, who know me well.

But I did learn a lesson by it!

I learned that you have to handle alot of chit, to get what you want in life.



Tell me your story. And if you learned from it, what did you learn?

I learned early (dont remember when) that I dont like being a disappointment to my family and that I dont like 'pain', or even 'perceived pain'


my first spanking was for lying about something I had done, I learned that to avoid that feeling(spanking) all I had to do was not lie to my parents



I also learned alot by association with my elder siblings, watching the boundaries they pushed and the consequences was enough to teach me where not to take my parents,,,lol


most of what I learned was from seeing consequences my siblings brought upon themself,,,thank goodness

i learned that old metaphor of "this is gonna hurt me more than you" was b.s. I got my butt tore into and ended up passing on the knowledge of how to absorb the pain to my brother. When you goof up and know your butt is in the fire, go put extra underwear on and lots of them On the bright side i did learn from them, just took along time to realize it was my mistake and there were consequences for them.

as a parent, IM not sure the metaphor is bs,,,,Im drained emotionally by the time it gets to a point where spanking is necessary

my daughter seems to recover her energy and spirits well before I do,,,,

dad didn't usually spank, it was grandma or mom. grandma's preferred method was "go out and bring me a switch boy" so you would go out and pick a switch. you learned not to pick a weak one or too good of one either. it had to be one that she thought would prove her point, but one that you knew you could take the pain
(a switch is a straight branch cut off a tree or shrub that is used for spanking. It is usually use cut right before it is to be usd, so it will be flexible, and then any twigs or leaves are removed. It is usually several feet long, and maybe a quarter inch to a half inch thick. Switches are usually only used when freshly cut, because they will soon dry out and become brittle. When they are fresh they are somewhat flexible and whippy, and will not break easily)
mom wore chanclas so she would whip one off and send it hurling at you. if she missed, you had to retrieve the chancla and bring it back to her
(chancla is a flip flop used by a mexican female to beat their child or husband for doing something that angers her)

You just needed some iron underoos!!

My older sister was also spanked, but it didnt keep me from acting up. I still need to soften up my hard head!!

From the parents view i imagine it can feel draining. Your daughter must be your oldest and you must not have been the oldest of your siblings.

yeah Iron underoos

I got the switch too Ese. Nothing like having to go out and get something, that you know your gonna get beat with!

And your right. You had to pick a good one, or you were sent back our for another one! Damn!

I'm going to need you to go cut down a switch.
Right now!!

Its different now Sophie!!

Dont threaten me with a good time!!

half right, I was the youngest, but so is my daughter

Whenever I got my whippings...(I earned most of them)...it double sucked. I was always told..."Go get the Bible and the belt."...it was the big black leather one with silver conchos. I also brought back the family Bible that Dad made a kick@$$ leather jacket for it.

Before each whipping. Dad would read to me from the Bible to calm down before he started swinging the belt. He meant well and did the best a single father of two boys could do back in the 60's-70's. In the end...I resented the Bible crap more than the whippings. I understood it...I just chose to choose the wrong paths. And I hated that some dead guy from thousands of years ago was dictating that I should have my @$$ whipped.

As years pass and I see kids getting away with behaviour that I woulda got my @$$ whipped for.....I am fortunate for my upbringing.

There is a real truth that I learned from my fathers example compared to the examples that many others set....

Discipline with out love is abuse.
Love without discipline is neglect.

It is a horrible thing when a parent don't fully get across the idea that that kid will eventually have to deal with people who ain't gonna put up with thier crap.

I love this statement

Discipline with out love is abuse.
Love without discipline is neglect.

To me it is an absolute truth based on what I see and the life I have lived. Alot of people pay a price for dealing with people who have no real concept of self-discipline.

Hummm I was not a perfect child but I was a good child.... Only got one spanking and that was all due to my step mother...

Why cause I skipped school for 3 weeks before they found out... She never took the time to find out why just told my dad to whoop my azz and I was 12 at the time...

I skipped school due to she had decided to move our family from the district we were in to one that was much rougher. Ended up the neighbor hood was totally black made it hard. Ended up I watched girls being drugged into the restrooms for their lunch money then a boy decided to lift my dress as I was going up the steps. I was scared as hell cried all day. Ended up another boy finally told the teacher why I was crying... So I decided I was not going back to school. Believe it or not I was a very shy and quiet when I was growing up..

I got my azz whooped with a belt... what did I learn? That my step mother was cold hearted and I made sure that I always keep the communication lines opened with my kids..

Well also made sure that while my kids were young I would not put them in that same position... as far as with a step parent..

Even though I know there are many out there that make great step parents I was not willing to take that chance..

Even though it was only one it left a lasting memory...

Yeah, like when I was at Walmart last week shopping, and this little boy wanted a toy. His mother told him "NO" and to "put it back". At this point he looks her dead in the eye and says, "NO I WONT,AND YOUR A BIOTCH", but he actually said the word!! So she says "fine" grabs the toy and throws it into the cart.

If that would have been me, I probably wouldnt be talking to you today!

Shshs that is a kid that needs his azz whooped I can say neither of my kids would not even think of saying something like that to me as they were growing up nor today...