Got my A** whooped!!
 

In another thread "getting a whooping" came up, so I thought Id start this

As a kid what did you get whooped with??

Dad was always a thick *** black leather belt..........

Mom, most of the time what ever she found laying around. A lot of switches, Hot Wheels race car tracks, Wooden spoons, sandals. For the most part Switches and Hot Wheels race car tracks

Belts were awesome!...Dad had a wooden paddle, ya know, the one he cut out of plywood. We stashed it from him once. Bad deal! LOL

I wouldn't trade that education for the world though!

Leather belt with our last name on it...Now I have the belt lol

Belt, wet lavett (wet dish towel grabbed from kitchen counter top), a few switches (that the outer coating was shaved off with a pocket knife and left to dry next to the outside swing), fly swatter, and a few more I'm sure I'm leaving off.

The one that stands out the most is the belt.

That unmistakable sound of when your dad pulls it off his waist fast and you hear the end of the belt run through the loops .... flap! flap ! flap!

That's when you knew business was about to go south.

I referred to them as snot blowing sessions, getting the who who's, or a back deck throw down !

Wouldn't trade them for a single thing ... made me the person I am today !

Thank you Mom and Dad !

^^^THIS!!!^^^

This was the sound I heard when he got home...while i sat in my room...after the infamous shoe spanking I got from my mom!

Dad's police belt, but that was only a couple of times.
However, Mom broke two wooden spoons on me.
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1st off "Yes sir, no sir" came out real quick when he got serious. If it was a planned whipping (bad grades) it would be with the belt...8 licks minimum. If he didn't see tears come out on the first two or three it the licks kept getting harder until he got some waterworks. If I pissed him off and it was spur of the moment reaction - it was a slap to the back of the head and then a good kick me in the ***. I learned real quick to "duck and tuck" but if I made him miss he would get even more pissed and I didn't dare run or talk back. The belt was the worse. He used to lift weights so he was pretty bowed up. He had a weightlifting belt that he used to tag us with so he could cover ever inch of cheek.

Mostly belt from from dad.... and i do remember that sound of it coming off his waist.... If only this happend in every home still today... there would be less Obama Voters

LMAO !! I have to totally agree !!!!!!

My Dad worked overseas and still does for 60 to 120 says at a time. My Mom whooped me with whatever was handy mostly fly swatter or her open hand.......then I had to watch the calendar knowing that when my Dad would get home from Bum F $#@ Egypt I was getting it again

Ha! This was my mom's weapon of choice.

One time when I was little I was at my grandmaw's house when she was cooking and she grabbed her wooden spoon out of the drawer to stir the pot. I screamed and took off running out of the room. Apparently, I did not know that the wooden spoon was a multi-use tool and could be used not only for making backsides red but also for cooking.

"Best whoopin" I ever got (if you can say that) was in middle school. I had broken my hand fighting at school and ended up getting a cast put on. When I got home I got a whoopin from dad for fighting (yeah I sorta started it, well I didnt back down ) so I got a whoopin, little did dad know I was still a bit loopy from the pain meds (they had to set 4 bones in my hand) so it really didn't hurt too bad, but I made sure I squeezed out those crocodile tears ;-)

Worst spanking i got came from my sweet dear grandfather....never saw him mad except that once...made me pick my own switch and lit my a** up!

My Principal in middle school had a wooden Astroworld paddle with my name on it. Belt,spoon,switch from a fig tree. Worst of all was a yellow wiffle ball bat.

Dad used a leather belt. Mom would just claw the crap out of me with her big finger nails.

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Pick your own switch, to small and it broke you had to go get a new one, to big and they would use both hands on it. It was a fine line but but worked!! Only ever got 2-4 and remember thinking to myself it's easier to just do right! Lol

My kids will learn the same way I did non of this time out bs.

I'm like most. Pops was laying down the leather and mom was whatever was in reach.
Worst thing you could ever hear from mom was "just wait till your dad gets home from work". That was the day you praid he got a raise instead of the boss being an azzhole.
Next worst is being walked out of church then back in knowing everyone knows you just got yout azz tore up.

When I found out I could run faster than my mom and the egg spatula that was the exact quote I heard. I learned quickly that mom's discipline technique was far less painful than my dad's....of course I would fake everlasting pain when mom dished it out...just to make her feel like she didn't have to involve dad's alligator belt later. I can still hear that snapping sound when he popped that belt.

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Ahh...... the weapon of A$$ destruction!!

I have actually begged my mom for a whoopin as to avoid dads :work:

I got my dads large janitor belt, the one that could hold 472 keys, bare tail no cushion. Did the job, too good. I was about 10 years old and we were at my camp being kids, we all were mooning the boats passing by on the canal when one of my friends points and says "Whats all over your butt" My butt looked like a zebra from all the black bruises across it from that belt. LMAO!!!! I didn't get it a lot but I got it when it was deserved.

My girlfriend has a 8" scar just barely visible down the back of her leg from a horse whip 15 years ago. She repeatedly "forgot" to water the animals on the farm and had a couple rabbits die, that was the last time she forget to do that.

So true, I was 3 and my grandma wooped my asssams for slamming the screen door!! She didn't care who you was she would make you get a switch and woop you if you did wrong in her house!!! My dad and is friends all tell me them stories!! Wish more people could be like that today and wish I wouldn't of lost that woman in 83, cause that's what the world needs!!!! Not this time out crap!!!!

My dad was a belt guy. The twist was, he made us walk to his closet and pick the belt....The walk to and from was worse than the woopins. Usually.

you ain't joking. Last thing you wanted was to deal with dad when he was hot, sweaty and tired from work. Pain train was what you had a ticket to ride.

...........what ever he could find..........and we grew up at my dad's gas station and mechanic shop.......so it anything from a fan belt to a 11/16 wrench..........mom wrote more than one note so I did not dress out for PE........

When I tell some of the stories I can see my freinds cringe..........but I deserved every *** whoopin I got.........maybe not the intensity but the whoopin for sure.

And I am damn well a better man for it. And my dad is still my hero.

thing is, when he was lovin on you, you knew without a doubt he was lovin on you. And when he was whoppin on you...........well that was for certain too.

I never got a whoopin.... :rolleyes:

That big ole belt with those metal conchos sucked big time. Speaking of... I need to get me a good whoopin belt. My boys getting around that age where a little
Pop don't work anymore.

My son is 7 now and, I've only ever put a belt on him twice...Since the second time, I've never had any real issue with him, aside from the, "Shut the door!" "Leave your sister alone!" "You're gonna break your dang neck if ya keep jumping off that" kinda stuff.

In short, corporal punishment works! I do with my kids what my dad learned to do with us. I'll make em go to their rooms and, wait for me to get there. What seems like torture to them is actually, most likely, doing great things for them because I have a chance to cool off a little.

What a great thread....I don't know how old everyone is, but I'm 39, and it's awesome to hear that no matter what your background was/is the whoopins' were the same for all of us here.

I have two girls and two step kids, and I do not spare the rod on any of them. I don't think I do it with the severity that I got it, but it won't kill them to get a whoopin' (when needed). Most of the time just a glare of the eyes, and/or a raised voice will straighten them right up.

Thanks mom, dad, and grandma.

And don't try and run cause when he chases the belt sometimes got turned around and when he swung it, the buckle will get ya!

I deserved every one and so much more

Mom was a switch from a bridal wreath bush that i had to cut, Dad was his belt.
I can't remember either of them ever hitting me w/ their hand.
i tried to be the same w/ my son until he balled up his fist at his mom. All bets were off and as my wife walked out the room i remember her saying ,don't kill him.

That DAMN FLY SWATTER!!!! The metal framed one too!!!!

My dad had a belt with his name on it. That was his go to belt. When I had kids he gave it to me. It's still in my closet. I remember him crying once as he tore up my behind. I didn't believe him when he would tell me it hurt him more than it did me when I was a kid but now I know what he meant. I miss that man every day.

It really sucked when mom made you go cut yourself the switch she was gona use on you. It only takes a time or two of bringing back some limp nothing of a switch and you learned to just bite the bullet and cut a good one. If she told you to get it and you cut the one you wanted instead of the one you knew she wanted it wasn't going to end well.

in a PC world we need more whopins IMO...

Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa kept us in line. Kids today do not have that.

For me it was a belt from Dad. You learn quick, or have to stand alot!

I really don't like others laying hands on my kids. Of course my my kids are well past that age. My mom and dad my wifes mom and dad matter not to me. You do not interfere in anyway. Let me know if there is discipline needed and I will unleash hell on on earth. You touch one of mine and hell on earth will be let loose on you. I don't have any family that I care about that much other than my wife and kids. Everyone else is just there.

Dads belt from hell & moms hand. But I have to say, the worst was the coaches shaved bat with the holes in it! Now that thang would stang your butt bad boy!!

I got paddled by my elementary school teachers and the principal also. Earned every one and more.

These days, parents may want to consider keeping such family dynamics private, lest they face the same kind of legal consequences unleashed on Adrian Peterson.

best non whipping
 

Like you guys it was a belt from dad and whatever mom could find handy.

I do have to say the best non whipping i got was i believe my juniour year of high school. Soph and Seniors were taking tests so the freshmen and juniours had to sit in the cafeteria for 3 hours for 3 days. After the first day of boredom we decided to spice it up. Before school we went to the pet store and bought I don't know how many thousands of crickets, a small little garter snake and 5-6 mice to turn loose. We had a signal worked out and was just about ready. Of course I had 2-3 mice in the inside pocket on my jacket, and one had gotten out and when his head popped out of my jacket the girl across from me screamed. It was on, I stood up and threw all my mice while my buddies spread out across the cafeteria by classes and unassed their animals also. I would have been in trouble but not as much if a fight hadn't broken out. At that time we were constantly fighting with the mexican kids (south texas). One came over the table and launched himself at my cousin. He should have picked me, my cousin wasn't one to be messed with. Anyway kid gets knocked out and I look up and we must of had 30 kids fighting.
So I get suspended for a week. Mom comes home, by this time I'm quite a bit bigger than mom and haven't had a whippin in a while. I think she used every kitchen utensil and pot in the house on me, then she finished it off by saying wait until your dad gets home.
So an hour later I'm in the barn feeding my show steer. Dad walks in with a mean look on his face and shuts the door. He ask me if what he heard was true. I said yes sir. I was shocked when he just busted out laughing and said he would've like to have seen that. He said he's supposed to be whipping me right now so we better hang out a while until your momma cools down.

So I got suspended in the 8th grade for drinking on campus(I'm from Mamou, this is common). Dad brought me home and beat my *** then told me to cut the grass. Next morning he woke me up at 5AM and told me to cut the grass, I said Dad I cut the grass yesterday. He proceeded to beat my *** again screaming CUT THE F*!&#€@ GRASS AGAIN!

I cut the grass every day for a week all day, it was January.

I remember my sophmore yr, back in the day. I smoked a cig to impress a girl after a basketball game..

Someone told my coach..

One afternoon I was walking into locker room for track practice.. back then we could practice yr around. Next think I know my track coach has me by the throat up against the wall with my feet dangling off the floor... He was about 6' 6" & 275..

He said I hear U took up smoking.. I told him I took one drag from a cig. to impress a bigg t i tt ied girl..

He said either I take the 50 licks or I'm off the track team. I could take them 25 at a time.. (If you would have seen the welps on my azzzzzz). His paddle was biggg and had holes in it.. (If that would be now... I would have been a millionaire.. )


I told coach I wanted the name of the guy that told on me..

He told me, and it was one of my teammates.. He was a long jumper.. I told coach I was going to get him... One day about a week before the track season started, I see him at practice walking bare footed.. So I walked up to him from behind.. Called his name.. When he stopped, I was right behind him, my long practice spikes caught the back of his heel and as my foot continued down I ripped his heel with 2 spikes almost an 1/2 deep and 3" long from his achilles to the bottom of his heel...

I said oh I'm sorry didn't see U stop... He had to have stitches and was out the whole track season because it was his plant foot and he still had pain and could not practice and younger guy beat him out..

Coach knew i did it but he could not prove it... But he suspended me for the first track meet of the yr any way..

He was going to let a freshman run the hurdles.. Well about 5 minutes before the hurdles event he came in to the team area called my name when i stood up, he came up to me and said u R running.. I better WIN I want the points to Win this meet..

Well I had been lying in the team area and had been going thru my stretching . So I get my track shoes on, warm up and then I went out and won the highs plus set a meet and school record.. Coach never said a word to me all the way back to NISH on the bus... We ended up winning the meet..

But having taken those 50 licks like a man.. I finally got my revenge on my low life teammate. Never saying a word that I knew he had told on me..

I'd end up a 3 yr. letterman, and co-captain my junior yr. and captain my senior yr. and leader on the track team at NISH. And went to college on scholarship...


One of my good friends at catholic high in NI was caught drinking at a camp party the coaches were so mad at their 3 star stud they dis-banded the whole track team... Won't say his name, but his older brother is a sheriff of a parish now.. Boy dem were the good old days... :))))))))))))

creeping up on that dude and putting your spikes in his heal is kind of a chick move IMO .

I agree.... That makes you as chicken **** as him for ratting you out.

You didn't happen to run track in high school for a coach by the name of LES MILES did you? Looking the other way when an athlete acts like a thug for the sake of winning sure does sound like a Les Miles coaching move...

I'm with biggun on this one. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Ever heard the saying that snitches get stitches. Ole boy may be lucky he was getting kicked in the face with those spikes.

Really?

Got my A** whooped!!
 

When I was young my dad raised and fought roosters. We had probably 75-100 TP's with fighting roosters on cords. I will
Never forget my cousin and I got bows for Christmas so a couple weeks after Christmas we were outside shooting them. Decided to shoot a side of the barn well missed and stuck a rooster who had won a very big derby in sunset, la. One of my dads prize roosters. My dad told me that rooster won him over 10k and he was still in his prime... Lol...
Well I can tell you what the black cord felt like across my back and butt till this day!


Sent from the baddest GYM in La

Again the one people I have ever heard say "revenge is a dish best served cold " is women! And the only people I've ever heard say "snitches get stitches" are ghetto azz thugs!

What ever happened to facing consequences head on like a man and own up to your s hit , instead of hiding behind weak a Ss ghetto behavior n trying to justify your bad behavior