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I can remember getting into trouble at school and my mom already knew all about it before I got home
so, I lost recess for a week and got my butt whipped for embarrassing my mom
 
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When I heard momma hollerin my middle name " MICHAEL " !!!!! I knew I was in deep deep trouble. She could yell all she wanted but when I got called the middle name my tail went tween my legs but I always took my punishment like a man, now dad wheewww when he hollered HEY BOOY COME EER the hair would stand up on my neck. I would always try to hide but he'd always find me. Now dad always busted us bare a$$ed and man that hand was like gettin warped with a fryin pan.
 
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You mean the one that my Grandmother made me go out to the huge Willow tree in Michigan to fetch my own switch whoopin?

I'll never forget those!

just because we crossed the magic invisible border in the yard.
 
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JoeMoto said:
I also remember when the school principal could give you swats for misbehaving at school, and when your parents found out they said you deserved it!

I had a fourth grade teacher who wore bright red lipstick, and if you were a bad boy in her class you got a big red lipstick kiss on the cheek that you had to wear all day.

Abuse I tell ya!

I got whooped 1 time in school.

Sniffer said:
I can remember getting into trouble at school and my mom already knew all about it before I got home
so, I lost recess for a week and got my butt whipped for embarrassing my mom

The principal took me to his office "Ol Hawkeye" he had a fake eye. He told me to get down on my knees and bend over a chair and pray for what I have done. Then WHACK he had a paddle like 2' long 'I Mean raised me up on the chair he hit me so hard, I got up cussing at him. He only got to hit me once, I made him call home. When my daddy got there he told him 'You ever, and I mean ever lay a finger on my boy again, I'll shove that paddle up yer...........' I thought I was washed clean, so I told him what I did. I told him I was paddled for farting in class. my daddy lost it. He took it easy on me from that day on. dad and I were best friends til I lost him 10yrs ago.
 
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What can I say I got my a$$ whooped for farting..... :laughing7:
 
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Never got whoopped much growing up, All my father had to do is give me the look and I knew. My Father was a big man and even in my mid 20's I wouldnt have considered calling him out. Ofcoarse I had too much respect for him to anything like that anyway.
 
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Mighty AP said:
Thats a real cool story Poorhunter! :)
Thanks, No BS here.
 
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The only time I ever got whooped upon , was by Mother Superior in a parochial school. I was caught chewing on my pencil eraser in grade school. I was only 8 years old for cryin' out loud. Next to her desk was a #2 washtub fulla water, with a double razor strop soaking in it. She said "grab yer ankles young man" Next thing I heard was that thang whistling through the air and the sting that took my breath and voice away. I have had my knuckles almost broken on several occaisions, by the same beeatch. Was caught throwing their precious playground gravel in da creek. Was sent to the witches office for a knuckle crackin' that's what they called it. She had a special ruler for that. It was 1/2 inch thick and about 18 inches long (no gentleness in her swing here either) 5 swats on the back of yer hand right on yer knuckles ( each hand ) then they expect ya to go back to class and do perfect penmanship. Hell my hands were so swollen and red I could hardly grip that fat old pencil. I've been thinking of suing that faith for causing the real bad arthritis I have in my knuckles to this day!.............NGE Sorry, not about butt whoopin'. But, the first time I done something really bad at home, ( I think I punched one of my sisters ) I was kicked out and had to find a job. We have no kids, been married for 31 1/2 years and still trying ::). So, I don't need to (but I wish I could ) reprimand some of the rotten kids in my hood.
 
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Why would any one want to hear about how my father beat with the buckle end of his belt or how my mom cracked me over the head with a metal broom. Of what interest is it to talk about how my mom tried to stab me with surgical scissors. Butt whoppin for some are just a lesson but for others like me they were nothing but felonies that I was the only one to pay any price.
 
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In Jr. Hi kids in woodshop made a whooping paddle with holes in it for less wind resistance.

One day a buddy and I got to a class early.
Below the windows was the heating unit that blew warm air when it got cold.
We took all the little circles from the 3 hole punch and dumped them into the fan .
About 10 min. after class started the fan turned on and it started "snowing".
As my buddy and I were laughing so hard teacher knew who did it.
Well, we got the paddle but it was worth it.

Grey
 
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This is the one that sticks out the most for me,not the worst mind you but I remember it all the same.

I was outside playin,when Dad called me in(he sounded mad too)So I assumed I had done somethig wrong and got caught.So when I came in I sucked my teeth and stomped my foot and said what did I do ......Well Dad said I wanted you to pick a switch for your sister ,since she cant reach them any more.......But since you will be out there grab one for your self for all that sass.......Man what a day to not show Dad the proper respect,or to assume
 
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BIG61AL said:
Why would any one want to hear about how my father beat with the buckle end of his belt or how my mom cracked me over the head with a metal broom. Of what interest is it to talk about how my mom tried to stab me with surgical scissors. Butt whoppin for some are just a lesson but for others like me they were nothing but felonies that I was the only one to pay any price.
Sir ,
You have the right to ignore this thread that is being shared by folks who had loving parents trying to rear rotten ornery kids in a time gone by .
I venture that there is not one of us that would condone child abuse nor deny that we earned
every azzkickin that we got that we share in a sense of nostalgia .
 
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Well said Jim. Some folks got more punishment than they deserved, Some didnt get enough.
I was told a story about my father, When he left home he was 18 yrs old that would have been around 1967. Things weren't workin out for him, so he went home snuck in the basement window and got him some jars of canned food. My grandad found him and chased him down the street with a hatchet and if he had got ahold of him, Theres a chance I might not be here today. But As long as I can remember my dad, granpap, and I got along like best friends.
 
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Iam sure many of the whupins I got when I was young were deserved without a doubt.
But I do not relate to this subject well.

Enjoy your thread.
 
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Thanks Thom, I appreciate you posting here. :thumbsup:

This is for everyone who takes the time to read all these posts.

Nowadays I think back and laugh at what things I did, and how I was punished. Some folks may have been abused, and may take offense to this thread so If it makes anyone feel uncomfortable I ask you to please not post. Not meant to hurt any feeling's.
 
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There were 7 or 8 families in our community that visited each other regularly . The Dads gathered at one garage or barn several evenings a week with us kids in tow . Us kids were together every day and got in collective trouble . When it got too bad the Dads would agree to
hold what they called 'a Royal Ass Whippin'. They simply circled us and started catchin and strappin without reguard to who belonged to whom . Unlucky for us that one Dad would turn
you loose from his whippin and you would run right into the arms of one of the others that had just turned one loose .
 
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BIG61AL said:
Why would any one want to hear about how my father beat with the buckle end of his belt or how my mom cracked me over the head with a metal broom. Of what interest is it to talk about how my mom tried to stab me with surgical scissors. Butt whoppin for some are just a lesson but for others like me they were nothing but felonies that I was the only one to pay any price.

Al,

I'll tell you why: A little thing the Germans termed the word for "schadenfreude." That means finding pleasure in other people's pain.

While it might have damaged your young psyche, it caused others of us to learn from what we did, and find the humor in it. I can find the humor in about anything. DON'T TAKE LIFE SO SERIOUSLY.

Best-Mike
 
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Momma always said you learn from your mistakes, Problem is!!!, some of us here never learned yet....... :laughing7:
 

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