Growing up we got the ‘belt.’ My father’s leather belt against our bottoms.
Just compAre the generations and cultures. This generation kills preborn babies. The previous one fought evil.
We never got the belt, all Dad had to do was act like he was unbuckling it.
“Growing up we got the ‘belt.’ My father’s leather belt against our bottoms.”
Ditto here. Stung like hell and left welts but no chance of serious injury like using hands/fist could pose.Also, there was the ruler in teachers hands...also stung and welted!
My problem personally is I could never recall what specific “crimes” I committed to call for corporal punishment. Furthermore, I do remember being totally innocent and still getting thrashed. I remember a cousin getting whipped mercilessly for what seemed an eternity and he screamed like a banshee for the duration. Needless to say we had “old school” parents.
Given the state of modern day “millenial” types I would be all for mass extreme canings.
Mine had paddle. It looked like a little cricket bat. What was worse is when we went camping and we screwed up, my mom would use a little branch.
I make it sound like we were beaten, we weren’t. I probably got the paddle twice. I got the green branch more than that...that think stung like a [expletive deleted]. The trick was to move away from the swing...my brother would just run around. That really pissed my mother off. I laughed at them.