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

A bit different.

When my mother was dying at age 96, she apologized to me for a switching I received when I was about 8. I had completely forgotten about this incident.

On my front porch there was a gathering of several friends and neighborhood children, one or more of which were shooting passing cars with pea shooters. (I was not there at the time). One car stopped, kids scattered and the driver went to my front door. When I came home later in the day I got switched in spite of my innocence and lack of involvement.

My poor mother regretted this incident for about 50 years unknown to me. But now it is my most memorable spanking.

about half these run into abuse.
goes to the utter incompetence of usa parents.
interview the abusers.
its what meemaw did.
infinite generations of violence.

I farted while sitting at the dinner table. Dad slapped me out of my chair. Didn't fart at meals after that.

My brother is 8 years older than me.

In our neighborhood growing up, there was one lady that lived alone and was the “mean old lady.” She would always keep our balls that went over the fence and yell at us if we tried to retrieve them. One day we were playing ball out in the neighbors yard, next door to hers. They had a boy my brothers age and a boy 3-4 years older than me, so of course I was willing to show out. This lady had a giant magnolia tree in her front yard, and it was the time of year that it’s seed cones were falling and the animals hadn’t gotten to them yet, so they were dense. We saw her pulling down the street, and my brother and his buddy goaded me into pelting her little pickup truck with those cones. I must’ve thrown 5 or 6 from behind a bush she could clearly see me from and didn’t miss one.

My mom beat my arse with a wooden spoon minutes later, and then I had to wait a few hours for my dad to get home and beat my arse with a belt. The waiting/dread was the hardest part

I also remember my first “licks” in school. K-12 private school in central alabama. I don’t recall what I did, but I remember being sent to the varsity football coaches office. He gave me the option of “exercise” or a paddling. I was a third grader so I chose exercise. The guy put me through a marine regiment. By the end I couldn’t finish the prescribed amount of push-ups, so I got a lick anyway

Another one that sticks out was my 8th grade year. All the male teachers had their own paddle and would use it on the boys. We were about a month into the school year and most of our little friend group had already received 5 or 6 licks. For all of us it was one lick at a time. We wore it like a badge of honor, so we ridiculed the one kid that hadn’t gotten any yet. It came to a head one day in our science class. We had a new teacher and we absolutely pushed and crossed his boundary until this incident. We were being generally unruly, and egging this kid on until he lobbed a paper airplane up towards the teacher. It connected with the back of his skull, and we of course all burst out laughing. He turns around red faced, already at his boiling point and asks who did it. We all look at the kid and he raises his hand and has a shite eating grin on his face because he’s about to get his first lick. The teacher takes him out in the hallway and we hear very loud crack of the paddle. We all wince and snicker. Then we hear it again. And then again. The poor bastard got 3 licks and limped back in holding back tears. I’m sure we all looked mortified because we set him up for more than any of us had bargained for. We were all behaved in his class from there out

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Did these actually happen? I feel like they were sort of an urban legend growing up. I never knew of any kids that got paddled at my school in the 80s

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Hell yeah they did…kids were getting paddled up through 8th grade in my school. Some of the teachers had wooden paddles with holes drilled in them for airflow. Most were pointless at that age but there were a couple of coaches that you sure as shite didn’t want to get paddled by… they’re pop you and it would sound like gunshot.

It wasn’t mine. A lady that’s was like an Aunt to my mom was watching us while my parents were out of town.
Me and her ( adopted) son decided to slide down the steps on a mattress.
When we hit the bottom she was waiting with broom.
She beat that kid like Rodney King. I will never forget. I slid off while she was distracted. F-that.

When I was 13 or 14, I flipped my dad off. I didn't know it, but he'd seen me. He was drunk, and he snuck up behind me with the belt and gave me a beating I'll never forget. And I never flipped him off again.

My dad was a pretty big guy and always scary to us but I don't really remember if we got whipped with a belt. If we acted up in a store, he would give us "the look" and if that didn't work, a pinch or a slap on the back of the head. Bad grades and acting up at school resulted in being punished for two weeks. That meant, coming home and doing homework, eat supper, bathe and go to bed. No TV, radio, toys, video games, playing outside, etc. No leniency on that two weeks and if you were caught doing any of those things you were punished from, tack on an extra week. My older brother was punished for two months straight at one point.

When he got really fed up, he would tell you to go outside and kneel on the gravel driveway. Facing the road so everyone could see and we had to wave at every car passing by.

When I became old enough that it did not hurt much (or at least I was better at hiding it), and so Dad gave up and I was never spanked again.