I had 2 questions:
1) how many of you ACTUALLY got beatings as a child?
2) what was the WORST beating, or spanking you ever received?
I DEFINITELY got spankings on a regular basis. Here's my worst spanking I ever received:
When I was 5 years old, without knowing what the word meant, I told my mother that she didn't need to be a B**ch after she told me I couldn't do whatever it was I asked her I could do. She went ninja on me, grabbing my burr haircut in one hand and her house slipper in the other hand, all in one motion, and proceeded to beat the ever-living, ever-loving, compound, complex, fighting Texas Aggie hell out of me for what seemed like an eternity until my dad came in the house after working all day.
When my dad asked what was going on, my mother, without missing a beat or losing a stroke as she continued to swing the house slipper of death, proceeds to ask my father if he knew what "your son" said to me. At this point, my dad says "I've been at work all day, how the hell would I know what he said." I don't know if my dad had had a bad day at work or what, but his answer pissed my mom off even more and she hit a gear in her transmission that didn't exist previously and that house slipper of death went into hyper drive, and again without missing a beat, she tells my dad "Your son asked me why I was being a B**ch when I told him he couldn't do something. Where do you think he got that from? " At this point, my dad sets his lunch pail down and pulls his belt off and he proceeds to start beating the s*** out of me.
By this point in the proceedings, I have figured out that B**ch is a bad word and I say to my dad "what the hell Dad, I didn't call you a B**ch." That was NOT the thing to say! My dad found that extra gear that my mother had found earlier and his belt went into hyperdrive, just like the house slipper of death did that my mother had been using on me minutes before.
I wish this was the end of the story, but it wasn't. The next weekend, my family was going to my grandparents house, as were aunt and uncle of mine and 2 cousins, one who was 2 years older than me and the other one year younger. I was jealous of the fact that my younger cousin never got any spankings, so I told my cousin to ask his mother if we could do something, and I told him if she says no he should ask her "why are you being a B**ch"?
I KNEW the moment my cousin Ken said that to my Aunt Frances, he would get a long-overdue (in my opinion) ass-whooping like he never had gotten before. What I forgot to think about was what would happen to me when Aunt Frances asked Ken the inevitable question "Where did you learn to use such language"?
In that split second between my aunt asking the question and my cousin answering, the satisfaction I felt for causing my cousin to get his spanking turned to horror as I realized that the spanking my cousin was getting was nothing compared to the one I was about to get as soon as he answered the question.
When my cousin managed to blurt out "John told me to", I proceeded to get the spanking of a lifetime. Not just my Aunt Frances, but also my Mother and Dad, Granny and PaPa, and Uncle James all proceeded to beat my a**. I swear, it felt like every adult relative I had just materialized from out of nowhere to take part.
That's my worst spanking story, Let's hear some of yours.
1) how many of you ACTUALLY got beatings as a child?
2) what was the WORST beating, or spanking you ever received?
I DEFINITELY got spankings on a regular basis. Here's my worst spanking I ever received:
When I was 5 years old, without knowing what the word meant, I told my mother that she didn't need to be a B**ch after she told me I couldn't do whatever it was I asked her I could do. She went ninja on me, grabbing my burr haircut in one hand and her house slipper in the other hand, all in one motion, and proceeded to beat the ever-living, ever-loving, compound, complex, fighting Texas Aggie hell out of me for what seemed like an eternity until my dad came in the house after working all day.
When my dad asked what was going on, my mother, without missing a beat or losing a stroke as she continued to swing the house slipper of death, proceeds to ask my father if he knew what "your son" said to me. At this point, my dad says "I've been at work all day, how the hell would I know what he said." I don't know if my dad had had a bad day at work or what, but his answer pissed my mom off even more and she hit a gear in her transmission that didn't exist previously and that house slipper of death went into hyper drive, and again without missing a beat, she tells my dad "Your son asked me why I was being a B**ch when I told him he couldn't do something. Where do you think he got that from? " At this point, my dad sets his lunch pail down and pulls his belt off and he proceeds to start beating the s*** out of me.
By this point in the proceedings, I have figured out that B**ch is a bad word and I say to my dad "what the hell Dad, I didn't call you a B**ch." That was NOT the thing to say! My dad found that extra gear that my mother had found earlier and his belt went into hyperdrive, just like the house slipper of death did that my mother had been using on me minutes before.
I wish this was the end of the story, but it wasn't. The next weekend, my family was going to my grandparents house, as were aunt and uncle of mine and 2 cousins, one who was 2 years older than me and the other one year younger. I was jealous of the fact that my younger cousin never got any spankings, so I told my cousin to ask his mother if we could do something, and I told him if she says no he should ask her "why are you being a B**ch"?
I KNEW the moment my cousin Ken said that to my Aunt Frances, he would get a long-overdue (in my opinion) ass-whooping like he never had gotten before. What I forgot to think about was what would happen to me when Aunt Frances asked Ken the inevitable question "Where did you learn to use such language"?
In that split second between my aunt asking the question and my cousin answering, the satisfaction I felt for causing my cousin to get his spanking turned to horror as I realized that the spanking my cousin was getting was nothing compared to the one I was about to get as soon as he answered the question.
When my cousin managed to blurt out "John told me to", I proceeded to get the spanking of a lifetime. Not just my Aunt Frances, but also my Mother and Dad, Granny and PaPa, and Uncle James all proceeded to beat my a**. I swear, it felt like every adult relative I had just materialized from out of nowhere to take part.
That's my worst spanking story, Let's hear some of yours.
