Did your parents strike you as a child?
For discipline...or for sport...all fair game! Bonus points awarded for switches...paddles...or closed fists๐๐ฒ
shareFor discipline...or for sport...all fair game! Bonus points awarded for switches...paddles...or closed fists๐๐ฒ
shareNever did but my grandmother once went to extremes in the fear department. I can't remember what my brother did but she was pissed and said I'm getting a switch! Walked out into the front yard, cut a rose bush branch down, thorns included and came back into the house. I never remember her doing anything after that but man I remember thinking she meant business.
When my daughter was a toddler, I had to give her a smack on the leg a couple of times.
Zero physical abuse growing up though. Did you deal with that?
By today's standards...probably. Make tha most definately!
shareMy dad told me when he was in middle school he signed up for football and his dad chased him down the street with a rake. They were immigrants who didn't understand American culture. He really wasn't a bad guy at all and finally started to relax and assimilate better when my aunt was born later on. So ya, my dad never struck me, even though I probably deserved it a few times.
shareMy mom beats me with a grass green dildo with a curve, in a recently used magnum condom flipped on the inside out with semen stains on it... while I'm strapped to a mannequin knee in a lavender neon lit garage and leaves me out there during the weekend with a bowl of milk oatmeal for me to lap up
shareThey struck me as being very nice people.
I can count the times I got swatted on one hand with a finger or two left over.
Once or twice Mom felt she was pushed too far and pulled out the ol' wooden spoon. Mostly I was sorry I had made her so mad, the paddling didn't hurt that much but she sure was worked up over it. She was a sweetheart.
Dad wasn't bad either, but if you pushed him hard enough, he'd sorta lose it. Gave me a really hard shove once, he was so mad. Then there was the time I was trying to keep the dining room table between us because he had blood in his eye.
Mom broke that up by smashing a silver tea service onto the table. Left a nice little divot, and the three legged pitcher now only had two.
Great reply!๐
shareEven funnier is a few days later after that fracas, I was standing in the dining room looking at the dent in the table, and I quipped, "Hey Mom, don'tcha think you could have handled that a little differently?" I'm sure she smiled.
Gosh, you gotta love having a sense of humor.
Seems you had a leave it to beaver childhood...I ain't mad at ya๐๐
shareYep, my father. Frankly, he was a jacka$$. Never changed from that from when my brother and I were kids until he died, and was only slightly less awful to my mom.
My mom was almost always sweet and loving.