re: Kids of the 70's and 80's..Did your dad whip you with a belt back in the day...?

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Mom usually took care of the spanking until myself and my twin bro were bigger than her. She knew when a little smirk would happen when she was giving us a spanking. Things after that were handled by Dad so when dad got home from work we knew the arse whooping was about to commence. We could hear mom in the living room giving Dad the details about the situation then he would walk to the spare bedroom and call us in one at a time. As I waited for my arse beat down I could hear the carnage in the bedroom when the sound stopped my twin brother walked out with eyes puffy red and tears flowing then my name was called an pain ensued for about 10-20 sec. Let’s just say that belt hitting arse cheeks didn’t feel good.

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Bro if you remember correctly Whoever entered thunderdome first got the worst of it. The key was entering second dad had spent a lot energy on whoever went first. I think we had a good rotation back in the day

My father had a paddle, just like a fraternity paddle or the ones that they used in Dazed and Confused. On one side was my name, on the other was my sisters. My sister was older, so the paddles official name was the “Liz” paddle. When we’d do something to deserve the paddle, and we did deserve it, we’d have a 10 second countdown to go get the paddle ourselves and bring it back to my dad for us to have justice served. If we took longer than the 10 seconds the punishment was exponentially worse… I think each of us only let it happen once. My mom was pretty damn good with that thing as well, it wasn’t a dad only thing.

That paddle was like Thor’s hammer, with the mental impact that thing had. When I tell my kids, “be thankful your grandparents aren’t giving out their punishments” I don’t really think they grasp the reality of that statement.

Mom had a plastic green paddle thing she would tee off on us with. Dad didn’t touch me once but the fear of it was 1000x scarier than mom actually doing it. Framed my sister numerous times into undeserved mom spankings. Gotcha

With dad you got lecture, belt, then another lecture. He’d send you to your room after first lecture and make you wait then walk down the hall popping his belt. Miss that man everyday. Also private Christian school worst day was four paddlings and the belt from dad when I got home. Mom was a teacher so not much better there.

My mom used one of the plastic paint stirring sticks. It hurt.

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plastic paint stirring sticks. It hurt.

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pussy

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The silence that overcame the station wagon when Dad really did stop the car.

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and the uncanny ability of dad to be able to reach any kid located anywhere in the station wagon and be able to give them a sharp back handed or open handed(depending on where the kid was seated,) slap without swerving as much as an inch out of the lane

A few times, yes.

My Pops, my Mom, both grandmothers, a couple aunts, a friend's mom, multiple teachers, and at least three principals all whipped my arse.