Glove slap! Baby glove slap!
Never. Never have, never will. There is no excuse for slapping another person, especially one younger or smaller than one’ self.
My mother slapped me when I was about 12 or 13. I was never particularly sassy to my mother, but I irritated her constantly. She’d never done that before.
I sort of ‘tapped’ my son on the mouth for a shitty remark/lie a few months back (not a slap or hit but it was some kind of physical something) and I felt like a POS for days. Still do. He cried out of shock, not pain. I apologized. 
He never gets in trouble, either, so it was just super crappy all around. I think I was surprised at him and overreacted.
OOOOO, I lied! I finally remembered slapping someone.
My family and I were at Disney World. It was, as usual in Florida in early August, hotter than…well, something that’s really hot (hell? the Sun?). I was there with my father, stepmother, brother, and stepbrother. Brother and stepbrother were/are similar in age, I am the oldest, they were buddies on the trip, I was a sullen early teenager with no one there who understood me! <whine>
We were standing in line for a ride, and my brother and stepbrother had been insulting me verbally, constantly, all day (sotto voce, so that my father and stepmother never heard them). Then, my stepbrother started snapping me on the back of my bare legs with a rubber band.
I slapped him and walked off. I didn’t see my family for the next several hours, and had a nice time by myself. When the family finally located me, there were wordless hugs of apology and all was well.
I’m not proud of myself for that day.
My parents would hand out the occasional spanking, but never a slap. My brother backhanded me once, and I had a gf give me a good one a couple times. I really really wanted to hit her back.
I slapped my son back when he slapped me, though I was quite careful. He was a terrible two, and I did not even leave a mark. No more slapping from him, though. After he had been assaulting other children and myself repeatedly, and time-outs and talking-to-time didn’t work, I moved on to something else. I’m so glad it worked, because I don’t think I could have done it twice.
In high school, I talked a friend of mine into slapping me. I have no idea why.
Legal background: I’m from a place which has Foral Law, that means written law has to be either approved by those involved (directly or through representatives) or be the writing-down of custom. If you can prove that custom is different from what’s written down, what you’re supposed to do is change what’s written.
My school is over 300 years old and became completely co-ed when I was in 2nd grade. The girls got to wear the same uniform we’d worn for 280 years (give or take, I’m not looking up exact dates) - the boys, no uniform. This led to a lot of conflict: we couldn’t say “gender-based discrimination” but we jolly well could see it and find it indignant.
There were several days we called “color days”: out-of-uniform days. The half-day before Christmas vacation, half-day before Easter vacation, last day of tests and two school festivals.
When I was in 8th grade, we got a new Director. It so happens that, on December 21st, she was mighty surprised to see all the girls out of uniform, and be informed that it was a “color day”. She looked up the written rules, and no “color days” were mentioned at all.
On that half-day before Easter, I got to class wearing what would have been the full uniform except for having a different, more comfortable skirt. And discovered that most of my classmates (who would normally wear only the skirt of the uniform) were in full uniform: bwah? There were only 6 girls (out of about 100) in the whole year who were out of uniform, the 6 outsiders.
We were sent down to the Director’s office, where she proceeded to try to ream us up and we proceeded to:
- find out that the announcement that it would not be a color day had been given the previous afternoon after 6 o’clock - when the only student in the place was one who was kissing a nun’s ass
- decry that “refusing to kiss ass” was not a punishable offense
- explain that color days were Traditional
- that most of our classmates were in full uniform for the very first time in the whole year
- and finally I asked “ok, so where is YOUR uniform? Where is your habit? Since you’re not wearing your uniform, what do you think gives you the right to require me to wear one?”
That’s when she slapped me. She was going to slap again on the way back, but she realized that it would have meant a broken arm for her (or two, several of my classmates have confirmed that they would have taken a while to separate us, while making a big fuss so other people wouldn’t have been able to either). She then gave us detention for the first Saturday after returning to class and sent us home to get into uniform. One of us was from another village, so another girl loaned her a skirt.
My mother was all on the nun’s side, as was her usual MO. Dad wasn’t, on the basis of “I don’t like color days myself, but they are Traditional, the school had not given enough warning and she’s not allowed to hit students.” Other mothers brought evidence that color days had been going on for over 100 years (the great-grandmother of one of my classmates knew there had been color days in her own mother’s time): our detention was removed and the written regulations were changed.
Eventually, my generation became mothers and fathers of students: now there are uniforms for both genders from preschool 1 (there’s 3 preschool grades) to 8th grade, with 6th-8th grade students being allowed color on Friday afternoons.
During a horrendous argument with an ex. She laid into me for no apparent reason and my wounded mystification only seemed to enrage her more, culminating in her kneeing me in the balls, hard. After I’d got my breath back I slapped her face and told her never, ever to do that again.
Let’s just say some girls are into some freaky shit.
Some boys, too.
All the time by loco parentis. And I deserved it too.
Kids are not slapped nearly enough these days.
Yes. I lost a bet.
Oh, yes. And I’ve felt horribly guilty about it for 20 years.
I was in high school. It was the day of my father’s sentencing, and I was about to find out whether he would go to prison, and if so, for how long. I was terrified that he might get no time, and be permitted to come back and live with us, but I was equally terrified about what him being in prison, as the sole breadwinner, would mean for our family’s future. I was keeping myself busy with an after-school project, trying to act as though everything was normal, and failing miserably. Everyone thought I was just really stressed about our project. At one point, I flipped out about someone using the wrong tool for a particular task, and was standing there ranting hysterically, when a very nice girl tried to cheer me up, or snap me out of it, or something, by singing “The Sun’ll Come out Tomorrow”.
I slapped her.
Then I laughed.
She, naturally, ran off crying, and I stood there for a second smiling, and then realized, horrified, what I had done. I went off into a corner and had a full-on meltdown, but still refused to explain to anyone what was going on. Later that evening, and many times thereafter, I apologized profusely to the girl, until she finally told me to drop it. She was never rude to me after that, but I don’t think she ever forgave me, and I can’t blame her.
I’m a horrible person.
Once in junior high school by another guy. I punched him in the shoulder and he retaliated by smacking me in the gob. It was shocking and startling. And painful.
Once in a Spanish bar, when I called a bar girl “fea” (ugly). I deserved that one.
A college girlfriend tried one time and missed.
It was pretty funny, actually.
No you’re not, Heartie. Forgive yourself.
Moving from MPSIMS to IMHO.
Many, many times. My father was not a nice man when I was growing up. Thankfully, he finally got some therapy when I was at the end of high school and sorted his tendency to beat up his family out.
Heart of Dorkness: She tried to cheer you up by singing Tomorrow? Seriously and in real life? I’m pretty sure I would have at the very least knocked her down. Don’t feel bad, that’s too much to tolerate at the best of times.
Once. By a shop clerk for stealing this (today it costs about $1.29 CAD). I was in 4th grade.
He got real worried when my mouth bled but I did not tell him about my sensitive gums at the time that would bleed if I bit an apple, for example.