re: What childhood spanking still pops up into your head as an adult

I was 12ish, mom hit me with her hand. I laughed, she hurt her hand during it. She was so pissed she picked up the closest thing she could find, she hit me with a vacuum electric cord. I learned to control my reaction that day, my dad got me later that night.

It will still upset her today if someone brings it up, 41 years later. I was the middle of 3....i got hit a bunch. My older brother (7 years older) never seemed to get in trouble. My little sis (7 years younger) I dont believe was ever spanked.

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I was spanked a lot

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Thats how you know it never worked.

No spanking strikes me but... when I was 9 and we lost a football game to a team where one of my best friends from school played on. We lost on the extra point, guy I gave the ball too fumbled. during hand shake i refused to shake my buddies hand. My grandfather saw it and as soon as team broke up he came to me and said "when you win, win with class and pride, when you lose, do the same but with some humility..... put his arm around me and said "your friend's team won, he deserved your handshake.....


he BROUGHT me to my friend's house and told me to go shake his hand and congratulate him on the win.


Grandfather was killed 3 years later by a drunk driver, at his wake my friends dad showed up and took me outside and told me "that man had an impact on your like you can't fathom right now and I know you're hurting but as you get older you will always realize just how lucky you were"...... I hated losing, didn't hate my friend, I never again acted like an arse when I lost.


yeah friend's dad was right.... oh and my dad wanted to whip my arse for acting like that....

I was in the 1st or 2nd grade and there was a dozen of us fighting during our lunch recess. Teacher had us all go into a class room and lined us all up along a chalk board. Teacher had a stack of yard sticks and broke each one of them giving us all one swat across the back of the legs a few inches above our knees.

All 4 of the spankings i got were pretty damn memorable. If there was a hall of fame for giving spankings I'm pretty sure my dad is in the legends of the game section. He perfected the technique of speeding up when you started to cry.

The first was when I was 4 and my cousin Josh convinced me it'd be a good idea to swing the family cat around by its tail. I got that furry bastard whirling around pretty good until I saw my dad and let the cat loose...right in the direction of my dad. It scratched the shite out of him on the way by.

The second, once again when I was 5, my cousin Josh convinced me to eat some wild berries in the yard that my dad had told me not to eat. To this day, I have no idea what kind of berries they were but if I ever see them again I sure as shite will NOT eat them if I ever see them even though dad died 7 years ago.

#3 was the typical, I'm going to spanking all 3 of you if the guilty party doesn't speak up. My sister confessed AFTER I got my arse beat but before she and my older brother got spanked. She got spanked and yes, she's still a bitch. I swear that bitch would've confessed if my brother had been up first.

The last I was 14 and my brother was 16. We got into a fight in the kitchen and my mom ended up in the floor trying to break it up. It was the worst beating of my life and the one I deserved the most.

Yeah this thread is giving me anxiety.

Apparently I wasn’t “getting in a baseball stance” at practice one time so dad snuck up behind me and kicked me in the arse, literally. Backhanded, got up and got fronthanded, because I got my fishing lure hung up in a tree. Choked out before church one Sunday morning for what I don’t even know. Wanted to change shirts because the event stretched my shirt, but I was told I’d go to church with a stretched shirt.

That guy to this day is a real piece of shite.

Once my uncle gave me one cause I think he thought I was giving my single mom a hard time. I was but she was beating my butt. He found some opportunity that he said I wasn’t doing right but i know I was doing nothing wrong at the time. My dad and him had words later. It makes me strike out against people who slightly wrong me for no reason ever since.

The one where I was at our camper (my moms and step dad’s) and my real dad showed up banging on the door. When I answered the door he threw me over his head onto my back on the ground and broke two ribs with swift kicks to them.

He then knelt over me and proceeded to ground and pound until I stopped moving.

Yeah, thanks for this thread.

I remember my neighbors Dad taking his brother behind the woodshed, and whipped him with a 2x4 because he pushed my neighbor off a trampoline. Neighbors brother was screaming like a girl after the third smack

Holy shite