It made a Marine out of you so quit whining
Every pussy can’t be a marine from what I’ve observed
I was raised by a disciplinarian and spanked with a belt...sometimes when I as a kid felt it uncalled for obviously
I sure never held it against him
My mom would slap if I talked back...she was typical passive aggressive southern belle but she was like most women...just fearful....they can’t help it...they can’t defend themselves as easy but now getting older I’m starting to understand that better since my fighting skills and heart are on the wane...fortunately I have a 140 Rott goes everywhere with me and my two oldest boys are quite game and growing
But at school they spanked first with ping pong paddle...the old sandpaper ones and delivered by women teachers who could pivot on a high heel...whap!
Later it was coaches....with a taped flexible recurve deer hunting bow halve called Oscar....it was legendary
Then a lady principle with a fraternity paddle...dolled up with pencil skirt and heels and boobs busting out and sweat beads above her lip....I was 13-14....she liked it...and hit real hard.....later she became local high school principal and was caught gang banging her football players...who were then white....and plying them with booze while her hubby was out of town...wearing dominatrix gear....I had moved to north Jackson by then...pity
Then on to Jackson Prep where licks with a frat paddle were delivered by my football coach the legendary Jack Carlisle who you can google...he lost a leg either in Korea or on a knucklehead in the early 50s but man could he swing that thing like Mantle or Reggie
My dad thought it was funny and well deserved...he got me for skipping class at 15....I never went to him again for that...learned my lesson
I loved my early life....there were consequences...people were more polite
Oh my. Who was the female principal? The first female principal I remember from Jackson became principal at my high school my junior or senior year. I think it was my senior year. And she had been a principal somewhere in North Jackson prior to being moved South. My elementary principal was Mr. Lord. The name alone was enough to keep most in line. My oldest brother met with Mr. Lord’s electric paddle quite a few times. But not enough. Ugh.
Wasn’t whining. You were curious.
I suppose I could join you and play “can you top this” but
what’s the point ?
Even the Marines did away with corporal punishment (though it was still covertly and sometimes overtly practiced when I was in boot camp.)
You don’t get to spank my 5 year old in front of me.