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got spanked with a WHIP......you know those leather braided multicolor cones from Mexico..... My mom felt bad that she threw it away after that. I should take her to court now hahahha.
got spanked with a WHIP......you know those leather braided multicolor cones from Mexico..... My mom felt bad that she threw it away after that. I should take her to court now hahahha.
Please don't make me dredge up bad memories......oh god.....oh god.....find a happy place....find a happy place....
You know the orange plastic "Hot Wheels" tracks?
Yeah... those ers hurt like . Worse than an extension cord.
Spanked many, many times by the old man with his leather belt. Not just a few swats either. I'm talkin 20-30 licks everytime. Hard licks too. He'd pick me up by the arm and just go to whoopin.
Hair brushes, wooden spoons ... whatever was within arm's length whenever I happened to piss my mom off.
I got yelled at a lot but I never got hit. I'm thankful for that.
The worst thing I can do to my kids is take away the computer. Or the cell phone.
I get great results from just the threat of it!
I got hit a lot, with many different objects. But the worst punishment is when my mom took my stereo, tv, ninentdo away from me and didn't let me go outside and play. The only thing I could do is clean the house, cut the grass and sit in my room. I didn't own books so I couldn't even read. Worst 6 weeks of my life.
The worst thing I can do to my kids is take away the computer. Or the cell phone. I get great results from just the threat of it!
heh. My daughter just got, today, the "three strikes and your out" cell phone confiscation from school, and Judson ISD sends them to the Judson police department and you have to pay $15 to get it back. Service to that line has already been suspended ... so I'm sure it's going to be pretty miserable around my house this evening.
I got hit alot. But those were not the punishments that left a mark.
being publicly humiliated, yelled at, degraded etc... those things stuck with me.
I think the worse punishment I ever recieved was a 2 motnh punishment of waking up everyday at 7 to make every family member's bed, cook breakfast, and do my assigned extra chores BEFORE I could do anythhing else... like get dressed or even wash up or eat my own breakfast. It was the summer, I was 10. I can't even remeber what i did wrong, I vaguely recall the offense being a constant issue.... it was humiliating. Especially since the siblings and cousins really jumped on the "she's the family slave" with unabashed glee. The constant derision and whole 'kick her while she's down" a ude had me in tears constantly.
I think my mom went totally overboard with that punishment, and I think she knew it as well - but once spoken she would not retract her descision.
I wished she had just spanked me or whatever...spankings last like 5 mins and then it;s done.
ftr tho, I don't hit my kids. But i won;t becoming up with long convuluted punishments either.
Me too, usually she'd just take off a shoe. I'll never forget when she was talking on the phone, said "just a minute" then proceeded to beat me with the reciever!Hair brushes, wooden spoons ... whatever was within arm's length whenever I happened to piss my mom off.
The worst non-physical punishment I ever got was when my mother suspected that my sudden illness was nothing more than a case of the "I-don't-wannas". I slept late, she went to work, I stumbled into the living room to watch TV and discovered that she unplugged the cable and took the ing co-axial cable with her. She also took the speaker wire from the stereo and my keys so that I couldn't leave the house. And left a note that she would be calling to check on me every 30 minutes to make sure that the phone wasn't busy (we didn't have call waiting), which she did.
I ended up so bored that I did every single bit of homework and assigned reading for all of my classes. I even read ahead in the text books for a couple of them.
My mother is THE Grammar Queen. It really bugged her when I spoke in double negatives, which I would do just to annoy her. After one too many, "I ain't got none", she stabbed me in my forearm with a fork. Drew blood, too. I think after that, I started speaking correctly.
We still laugh about this to this day.
i used to drink pickle juice from the jars in the fridge. one night i snuck downstairs to do so, and apparently i didn't put the lid all the way back on, and it got knocked over somehow and spilled pickle juice into some fudge my mom had just made. i was around 12 at the time, and my dad made me eat all the pickled fudge. it was gross. i found out last year that it was actually my sister who knocked it over after she was drinking pickle juice, and i had to eat it all. she thought it was hilarious.
I used to get strep a lot as a teen, but one time I was claiming that I had a sore throat even though I didn't because I didn't want to go to school. My mom knew I was faking and was really pissed and threatened to take me to the doctor (when they still gave shots). Turns out I really did have strep
Dang! Northside just makes you pick them up at the principal's office.heh. My daughter just got, today, the "three strikes and your out" cell phone confiscation from school, and Judson ISD sends them to the Judson police department and you have to pay $15 to get it back. Service to that line has already been suspended ... so I'm sure it's going to be pretty miserable around my house this evening.
Who is she yakking too?
When I spilled some on the living carpet when my mom told me 5 times not to go there. I knew I done ed up so I ran away immediately and got chased around the house.
Finally she decides to throw the remote control at the back of my head...but I turned around that instant and caught it right on my upper lip, busted it wide open. She felt ty even though she didn't wanna show it.
my mum used to wash my mouth out with soap when i cursed, till this day i can still taste the soap in my mouth, its horrible.
my stepdad would mix cleaners in a bucket and lock me in the bathroom to clean.
when he caught me by the air vent once, he disconnected the fan. and luckily i was able to get low in the tub til he let me out cuz there was a little air there,
the towel at the outside bottom of the door was kind of a slap in the face though.
It wasn't 3 strikes with the school, it was 3 strikes with me. Judson sends them to the JISD PD every time, no exceptions.
She wasn't talking on it, apparently, she was showing it to her friends ... I got her a Fusic for her birthday (8/17), she got in trouble and lost it, and had just gotten it back on Saturday. With very strict instructions that she was not allowed to take it to school under any cir stances.
I got beat all the time...belt (with the buckle end), kicked (knocked to the ground and kicked on the ground) punched, etc. I hated progress report and report card days. It was a guaranteed beating. I was an A student normally but hyperactive and probably a little disruptive in class. I got whipped for B's or U's in conduct. I'd have black buckle bruises all over my back, butt, and legs for a week. I'd just barely have time to heal up before the next round.
spankings were never as bad as groundings, imo. i got my fair share of big time beatings, but i still hated groundings more.
worst ever was 7th grade when my parents demanded i get my grades up to an A, B+ at worst level. Every report card I got that had one low B or C, and I was grounded until the next report card. no video games, very limited TV, no phone (i've always hated talking on the phone anways, and to be honest, i was a big time dork in middle school so no girls were calling me), and no going out unless it was a family outing. I basically wound up being grounded for the entire school year and part of the summer. it was made worse because of my asshole cousins that lived down the street that would make a point to come over to our house and play video games and do fun in my face while i could do nothing.
but the dumbest part of it is that i easily could have gotten my grades up, i was just so in lazy that i'd rather screw around and bull instead of do my homework.
I do that to my kids...but usually just a dime-sized drop swiped on the tongue does the trick. Funny, I went upstairs to get something one day and overheard my daughter on the phone with a friend cursing like a sailor. So I knocked on her door and just looked at her. She went downstairs on her own, got the big Soft Soap refill bottle from underneath the kitchen sink and squirted a whole bunch into her mouth without me saying a word.
It was really hard to control the laughter until she was out of earshot. That was pretty funny.
I guess I was bad all the time cause the older I got the more immune I got to the beatings hahaha so my mom started slapping me......that too began to fade as far as pain goes. My mom stopped the day I slapped myself around 3 times after she did and told her look it doesnt hurt. Damn I seem like a ty son now.
She obviously wasn't slapping you hard enough
I tried that with my Dad once and I thought he was gonna kill me before he finally stopped round 2. I could barely crawl to my room afterwards.
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