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re: Best/Worst Parental arse Whooping(s) You Received Growing Up
Posted on 12/12/18 at 8:35 am to forever lsu30
Posted on 12/12/18 at 8:35 am to forever lsu30
My mom was a single parent and I’ve been bigger/stronger than her since age 11...but 5hat didn’t stop her from trying. Kneeling on rice or rock salt on the hardwood floors was always an attention grabber. When I was real little she’d use a wooden yard stick, but since she broke so many on my arse, she upgraded to aluminum. She still has that thing. There are too many arse shaped curves to use it as a yard stick anymore.
She used a skillet when I got older, but I was most afraid of the gotdamn high heel shoe in the car. Wouldn’t see it coming.
She used a skillet when I got older, but I was most afraid of the gotdamn high heel shoe in the car. Wouldn’t see it coming.
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Posted on 12/12/18 at 9:26 am to forever lsu30
I don't remember what I did, but in middle school I pissed my mom off somehow and she took a wooden stirring spoon to my arse. The spoon broke after a few licks and I started laughing...that's when she got out the metal stirring spoon! 
Posted on 12/12/18 at 9:27 am to forever lsu30
quote:I would have been taken from my parents home by CPS today for the beatings received when I was a kid, not scarred, deserved most of them, but coming from a large family it was like a raid on a whorehouse when we kids were into something, everyone within sight was going to get a beating
What you got, OT?
Posted on 12/12/18 at 9:36 am to mailman
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My mom was the wild one, my dad never cared. I was more scared of disappointing them. I know when I was younger my mom tried to beat my arse for something i did and i looked at her and said i dont feel pain.
Similar situation with myself except when I told her you're not hurting me, she put the belt down and beat my arse with her fist.
I believe I was about 11 years old or so. My mom was bat shite crazy and she really did put the fear of God in my arse. I've always loved her to death though!This post was edited on 12/12/18 at 9:39 am
Posted on 12/12/18 at 9:50 am to Hammond Tiger Fan
I got beaten with a wooden spoon plenty. My mom would cry sometimes after when it left a mark. I don’t blame her at all.
One time I mouthed off after and told her it didn’t hurt. She took a huge fresh bar of Dawn White soap and stuck it in my mouth for 2 minutes. Longest and nastiest 2 minutes of my life. Just typing this out makes me want to throw up. It was basically 2 minutes of dry heaving. Taught me to keep my mouth shut though.
One time I mouthed off after and told her it didn’t hurt. She took a huge fresh bar of Dawn White soap and stuck it in my mouth for 2 minutes. Longest and nastiest 2 minutes of my life. Just typing this out makes me want to throw up. It was basically 2 minutes of dry heaving. Taught me to keep my mouth shut though.
This post was edited on 12/12/18 at 9:51 am
Posted on 12/12/18 at 9:54 am to baldona
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a huge fresh bar of Dawn White soap
oddly enough, I acquired quite the taste for Dial soap when I was a kid
Posted on 12/12/18 at 9:57 am to forever lsu30
5th grade teacher was a count. I told her to go frick herself. My arse still hurts.
Posted on 12/12/18 at 10:20 am to forever lsu30
If you looked at my mom, you’d ask yourself; how could a 5’ 3” woman deal out so much punishment? Well she was an arse whooping machine and many times I was the one receiving it. I got into an argument with my older sister over something stupid in the kitchen when I was around 10 yrs old, she had me so mad I called her a fricking bitch and my mom heard me. My mom whooped my arse so bad my dad had to intervene and stop her. All I remember my dad saying, “you’re going to kill the boy if you don’t let up” to my mom 
Posted on 12/12/18 at 10:27 am to forever lsu30
I got to where i could deal with pain pretty dang well and most of that really didn’t hurt all that bad anymore. Not sure why, just sort of had a very high pain tolerance.
That basically morphed into not being scared of getting in trouble which drov my mom crazy and made me get laughs out of it because i would push many many buttons
That basically morphed into not being scared of getting in trouble which drov my mom crazy and made me get laughs out of it because i would push many many buttons
Posted on 12/12/18 at 10:44 am to forever lsu30
My grandmother used to switch us. Hurt like hell. Well, one day my brother and I had the foolproof plan that if we got rid of all the plants the switches came from, she couldn’t switch us any more.
So we got a bush axe and a machete and went to town. Cut down all the switch bushes and burned the pile.
It couldn’t have been but a day or two later that I got in trouble and my grandmother told me to go get a switch. I told her there weren’t any. She said “don’t back talk me” and pushed me out the door to retrieve a switch.
So i drug about a 13-foot sapling into her living room, getting dirt and leaves everywhere (she kept her house immaculate, btw)
I can still remember the look on her face, like she was gonna stroke out.
My granddad beat. my. arse. when he got home... But he was stifling a grin as he did it.
So we got a bush axe and a machete and went to town. Cut down all the switch bushes and burned the pile.
It couldn’t have been but a day or two later that I got in trouble and my grandmother told me to go get a switch. I told her there weren’t any. She said “don’t back talk me” and pushed me out the door to retrieve a switch.
So i drug about a 13-foot sapling into her living room, getting dirt and leaves everywhere (she kept her house immaculate, btw)
I can still remember the look on her face, like she was gonna stroke out.
My granddad beat. my. arse. when he got home... But he was stifling a grin as he did it.
Posted on 12/12/18 at 10:48 am to forever lsu30
Me and my brother were prone to arse whippings:
Me and my brother was fighting in the yard. Our mom came out there, grabbed one arm each, and made us punch each other in the face until we cried that we didn’t want to fight anymore.
We ran off on her in schwegmanns grocery when she had a full cart of groceries. She caught us and whipped our asses down the aisle, out the door, and in the car. No groceries were bought that day.
We fought we each other while walking down the aisle in church and the priest scolded us. She got out of the pew, walked to the front of the church, grabbed us by the arms, drug us to the cry room, and commenced with an epic arse whipping. Lots of prayers were had that day.
Me and my brother was fighting in the yard. Our mom came out there, grabbed one arm each, and made us punch each other in the face until we cried that we didn’t want to fight anymore.
We ran off on her in schwegmanns grocery when she had a full cart of groceries. She caught us and whipped our asses down the aisle, out the door, and in the car. No groceries were bought that day.
We fought we each other while walking down the aisle in church and the priest scolded us. She got out of the pew, walked to the front of the church, grabbed us by the arms, drug us to the cry room, and commenced with an epic arse whipping. Lots of prayers were had that day.
This post was edited on 12/12/18 at 10:55 am
Posted on 12/12/18 at 10:58 am to forever lsu30
Back in '77-'78 I was 13, Metairie had a skate park in Fat City behind the McDonald's on Severn and W Esplanade. One Saturday morning, my dad wanted me to cut the grass but I asked if I could go skating with my friends instead, from 10am to 12.
He said yes, but come home after the 2 hours and cut the grass... This is where it all went down hill, I let my friends talk me into staying with them.
We skated around Lakeside for a while, hung out in the mall, skated in a parking garage behind an office building on Causeway, pretty much stayed all day.
This was the times before cell phones, so my parents had no way to get in touch with me, and didn't know where I was.
I got home around 7:30 that evening, and no one was home. I saw my neighbor and he told me my parents were really worried about me; this is where I realized I knew my arse was in trouble. It was still light so I cut the grass, parents had a pool in the back yard so it didn't take long to cut the front yard.
Went in, took a shower and waited at home nervous as shite. Heard my dad come home, opened the door and I could see the steam coming from his face... He didn't say a word, just starting beating my arse with the belt... Worse one ever... Felt like it lasted about 2 hours, it was like Kunta Kinte in Roots...
Come to find out, no one home because they were looking me...
He said yes, but come home after the 2 hours and cut the grass... This is where it all went down hill, I let my friends talk me into staying with them.
We skated around Lakeside for a while, hung out in the mall, skated in a parking garage behind an office building on Causeway, pretty much stayed all day.
This was the times before cell phones, so my parents had no way to get in touch with me, and didn't know where I was.
I got home around 7:30 that evening, and no one was home. I saw my neighbor and he told me my parents were really worried about me; this is where I realized I knew my arse was in trouble. It was still light so I cut the grass, parents had a pool in the back yard so it didn't take long to cut the front yard.
Went in, took a shower and waited at home nervous as shite. Heard my dad come home, opened the door and I could see the steam coming from his face... He didn't say a word, just starting beating my arse with the belt... Worse one ever... Felt like it lasted about 2 hours, it was like Kunta Kinte in Roots...
Come to find out, no one home because they were looking me...
This post was edited on 12/12/18 at 11:07 am
Posted on 12/12/18 at 11:02 am to forever lsu30
Mom would use a wooden spoon, dad would use his belt (I can still hear that sound to this day), grandmother would use switches. She had a routine down of making us go pick the switch off of the tree and bring it to her. Her target area was on the back of our legs right above the knees. That stung like heck and was only worse that night when getting a bath!
Posted on 12/12/18 at 11:24 am to cryptkeeper
I had so many it is hard to list them all:
In third grade I made chocolate milk with too much chocolate with breakfast. I couldn't drink it. My parents HATED wasting food. Forced me to drink it. I whined about it the whole time. After I finished it, I got a spanking for whining, which made me puke up the milk. I then got my arse kicked again for puking on my dad.
A few months later, I came home from a fun day out with a little bit of green slime. I faked like I was sneezing and showed the slime in my hand to my little brother. He immediately threw up (he was 4). I had to kneel on rice WHILE I took 20 pops with an inch-thick yard stick.
In second grade I washed the dishes from dinner, but left the wash rag in the sink. That was a no no at my house. This was another occasion where I was whipped until I puked, then whipped again for puking.
In fourth grade I had some friends over to spend the night. We were loud and woke up my parents. My dad walked in the room, lifted me up off the floor by the neck (dude is still VERY strong), stood me up, then rammed my head into the wall until it went through it (cheap thin wood). My friends were in awe, and needless to say shut up. They also never came back to spend the night. LOL
In seventh grade I got a haircut my dad HATED. (1987 bowl cut look). We stood by the mirror where he held me by my neck while wetting my hair and using a brush that he was hitting me with to fix my hair a different way. I choked out and fell on the floor. Don't remember much after that except going to school.
Those are just a few. I have PLENTY more. The Asperger's got me in so much trouble growing up. SO MANY arse kickings for simply not looking my parents in the eye when they were correcting me. Those were some good ones too. LOL
In third grade I made chocolate milk with too much chocolate with breakfast. I couldn't drink it. My parents HATED wasting food. Forced me to drink it. I whined about it the whole time. After I finished it, I got a spanking for whining, which made me puke up the milk. I then got my arse kicked again for puking on my dad.
A few months later, I came home from a fun day out with a little bit of green slime. I faked like I was sneezing and showed the slime in my hand to my little brother. He immediately threw up (he was 4). I had to kneel on rice WHILE I took 20 pops with an inch-thick yard stick.
In second grade I washed the dishes from dinner, but left the wash rag in the sink. That was a no no at my house. This was another occasion where I was whipped until I puked, then whipped again for puking.
In fourth grade I had some friends over to spend the night. We were loud and woke up my parents. My dad walked in the room, lifted me up off the floor by the neck (dude is still VERY strong), stood me up, then rammed my head into the wall until it went through it (cheap thin wood). My friends were in awe, and needless to say shut up. They also never came back to spend the night. LOL
In seventh grade I got a haircut my dad HATED. (1987 bowl cut look). We stood by the mirror where he held me by my neck while wetting my hair and using a brush that he was hitting me with to fix my hair a different way. I choked out and fell on the floor. Don't remember much after that except going to school.
Those are just a few. I have PLENTY more. The Asperger's got me in so much trouble growing up. SO MANY arse kickings for simply not looking my parents in the eye when they were correcting me. Those were some good ones too. LOL
Posted on 12/12/18 at 11:38 am to forever lsu30
I was about 14 and had just got a new paintball gun. I had some of my friends over and we were shooting at a target in the backyard, I thought I had emptied the entire hooper of all paintballs but I forgot about the one in the chamber. I told my friends to watch this and went to shoot air in the back of my dads head, my dad is 6'2 230lbs former Marine, he immediately dropped as soon as the paintball hit him. He then grabbed the gun from my hand and threw it about 50 feet across our yard, my mom yelled out "DON'T KILL HIM !!" My dad punched me dead in the chest and proceeded to beat my arse in front of my friends who sat and watched in fear. Needless to say by the time school came around the following day everyone else knew about it already.
Posted on 12/12/18 at 11:46 am to forever lsu30
My mom kept a switch handy (azalea bush limb) to pop us on the back of the leg with on occasion.
I only recall one time that my old man truly whooped my arse. I was about eleven years old and had one of those bow and arrow sets where the arrow had a blunt metal tip, but could still kill someone. Long story short, I missed his head with that thing by only a foot. He was not pleased.
My old man was the one who had it rough when he was a kid. My grandfather was the principal of the grammar school. If my father did something wrong, he got sent to the principal's (his dad's) office and get his whooping. When he got home, he got whooped again. When my father asked his father why, the reply was "The first whooping was from the principal. The second was from your dad!" So my dad always got two whoopings for the same offense from my grandfather.
I only recall one time that my old man truly whooped my arse. I was about eleven years old and had one of those bow and arrow sets where the arrow had a blunt metal tip, but could still kill someone. Long story short, I missed his head with that thing by only a foot. He was not pleased.
My old man was the one who had it rough when he was a kid. My grandfather was the principal of the grammar school. If my father did something wrong, he got sent to the principal's (his dad's) office and get his whooping. When he got home, he got whooped again. When my father asked his father why, the reply was "The first whooping was from the principal. The second was from your dad!" So my dad always got two whoopings for the same offense from my grandfather.
This post was edited on 12/12/18 at 11:50 am
Posted on 12/12/18 at 11:55 am to forever lsu30
When I was younger my dad and I were working on some fishing poles when he thought he heard me say G Damn... I caught the business end of a medium action 7' fishing rod to the calves a few times. Worst pain I have ever experienced. Too this day I am admit I didn't say it.
Posted on 12/12/18 at 11:59 am to DuckManiak
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My dad had us all kneel in raw rice on linoleum floors while he finished getting dressed
this is fricked.
Posted on 12/12/18 at 12:30 pm to forever lsu30
I didn't get many whippings, and I did some things that I should have gotten whipped for. But the one whipping I remember the most is the only one I didn't deserve.
We were having a crawfish boil in the back yard and everyone was through eating and just sitting around sipping beer and visiting. I was 11 and decided to go show off on the monkey bars set in the back yard. I was doing all kinds of daredevil stunts and the grown ups were all watching.
In the middle of one leap and swing I missed the rung and fell from the bars about 7 feet down and landed square on my back. It knocked the wind clean out of me and must have looked and sounded horrific to my Dad.
He rushed over to check on me as I lay there feeling like I was going to die because I couldn't breath. He started to help me up with a really worried look on his face and said "are you alright? go inside and see you mother"
In my dazed state I tried to answer and what I MEANT to say was "I'm ok dad, I'm not hurt enough to have to go see mom" but what came out of my mouth was "I don't have to".
To his worried and probably slightly buzzed ears it sounded like I was mouthing off to him after scaring him to death. He picked me the rest of the way up by the scruff of my neck and started whipping me.
You know the whipping where he's got you with one hand and the other is throwing whips at you so you try to run and y'all just spin in a circle? Yeah, that one. In front of everyone at the party.
The whole time I was trying to explain to him that I didn't mean what he thought I meant.
Later, as I thought about it, I realized that whipping made up for all the things I had gotten away with and NOT got whipped.
I love my dad dearly and would NEVER hold a grudge or think less of him for whipping me. I thing MORE of him for it and I'm grateful that he did it.
Parents, whip the fear/respect in to your little shithead offspring. The reason millennials are so fricked up is because my generation didn't whip their asses.
We were having a crawfish boil in the back yard and everyone was through eating and just sitting around sipping beer and visiting. I was 11 and decided to go show off on the monkey bars set in the back yard. I was doing all kinds of daredevil stunts and the grown ups were all watching.
In the middle of one leap and swing I missed the rung and fell from the bars about 7 feet down and landed square on my back. It knocked the wind clean out of me and must have looked and sounded horrific to my Dad.
He rushed over to check on me as I lay there feeling like I was going to die because I couldn't breath. He started to help me up with a really worried look on his face and said "are you alright? go inside and see you mother"
In my dazed state I tried to answer and what I MEANT to say was "I'm ok dad, I'm not hurt enough to have to go see mom" but what came out of my mouth was "I don't have to".
To his worried and probably slightly buzzed ears it sounded like I was mouthing off to him after scaring him to death. He picked me the rest of the way up by the scruff of my neck and started whipping me.
You know the whipping where he's got you with one hand and the other is throwing whips at you so you try to run and y'all just spin in a circle? Yeah, that one. In front of everyone at the party.
The whole time I was trying to explain to him that I didn't mean what he thought I meant.
Later, as I thought about it, I realized that whipping made up for all the things I had gotten away with and NOT got whipped.
I love my dad dearly and would NEVER hold a grudge or think less of him for whipping me. I thing MORE of him for it and I'm grateful that he did it.
Parents, whip the fear/respect in to your little shithead offspring. The reason millennials are so fricked up is because my generation didn't whip their asses.
Posted on 12/12/18 at 12:43 pm to forever lsu30
My worst was when I got mouthy with my mom and she grabbed me and gave me a hard slap on the arse. I had a metal toy pistol in my back pocket and it really hurt her hand. My father took that pistol and beat my arse with it. Like 30-40 whacks. I was unable to sit or lay on my back for over a week.
But my brother got it worse. He was about 15 and we were eating supper. My mom was nagging him about his grades and he said "I know mom, stop bitching at me". My father hit him in the face while still seating at the table, then my brother tried to fight back and that resulted in his getting shoved through a door, they broke the couch and by brother got knocked out.
Ahhhh good times. Always loved it when my brother got in trouble.
But my brother got it worse. He was about 15 and we were eating supper. My mom was nagging him about his grades and he said "I know mom, stop bitching at me". My father hit him in the face while still seating at the table, then my brother tried to fight back and that resulted in his getting shoved through a door, they broke the couch and by brother got knocked out.
Ahhhh good times. Always loved it when my brother got in trouble.
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