Only once that I recall. My Dad was very violent, but, uh, he was ‘creative’ in his violence and usually very controlled. He thrashed my older siblings a hell of a lot though, and I didn’t live with him from the age of ten, so maybe that’s why I didn’t get the more severe beatings.
I have that look; I’ve been told it several times. And The Voice.
Spanking is one thing. What was in that video was an absolute criminal assault.
My dad spanked me on rare occasions as I grew up. But when I was 13, I lied to him and he found out about it. I got 3 pops with a belt for it. He explained to me exactly why I had earned the licks and said that if I ever lied to him or anyone else about anything, the punishment would be even worse.
I’m 62 and I’ve never lied to anyone about anything since. In the back of my mind, that belt is still hanging in Dad’s closet, waiting to come out even though he’s been dead since 1991.
Nope, never had that kind of beating and frankly, I’m shocked at all the people who say no big deal, I had worse. I never thought my childhood was ideal, but it’s looking pretty damn good compared to some of the stuff I’ve read here.
Same here.
My mother slapped me a few times when I was young. These were full power open-palm slaps across the face, when she was angry. It was never more than once at a time, but it was enough to hurt. The last time she did it was when I was 15. I was watching my little sister, who was 6-ish at the time. It was an extremely stressful situation for me, because I had to do it every single day for several hours, because they couldn’t afford childcare. My sister and I butted heads a lot, and it was clear that even though I was older and supposedly the responsible party for 4 hours a day, I was never in charge.
Anyway, my mother came home from work extremely stressed, and my sister immediately started sobbing and crying, saying I hit her, and she was hungry but I wouldn’t let her eat anything. It wasn’t true; she was just angry because she didn’t like the choices I gave her for a snack. My sister didn’t know about my mother’s past, how she’d been in an abusive relationship with a man who tried to control her. She didn’t realize the emotional response my mother would have from hearing a story like that. Hell, even I didn’t realize how far it would go. My mother screamed with rage, slapped me with more force than I’d ever been hit before or since. She pulled her hand back to hit me a second time, but I grabbed her hand and shoved her down to the ground. I was 6’3"ish and 200+ pounds at the time, and absolutely ready to really hurt her, when my father ran into the room (he was even bigger than me at the time) and physically restrained me. I struggled with everything I had to escape him just so I could beat the daylights out of her, but he was too strong. I screamed and swore and warned her to never hit me again. My dad held me until I calmed down enough to be rational again, and then called my grandfather to pick me up and get me out of the house.
I’ve never “snapped” like that before or since, but it was a real wake up call. My mother and I are close again, but we’ve never talked about what happened, probably because we’re both too embarrassed to bring it up, even 15+ years later. I haven’t talked about it with anyone, really. In the years since, I’ve become very sensitive to changes in my own temperament, and can recognize my warning signs. It’s a terrifying thing to look back and realize that you completely lost control of yourself and acted like an animal.
Yeah… My paw pounded me like a drum… Slammed me against walls… Knocked me down, picked me up, and knocked me down again… He hit my mother and my sister, too. A very violent man…
(He was only acting out the violence his father used against him. I have come to forgive my father…but not my grandfather… But who knows where the original spiritual violence originated?)
The good news is that, when I grew up, we were able to be friends.
I’m not going to watch that video (but I’ve read about it here) so I can’t fully compare, but I certainly got attacked by my mother with vicious intent several times. Her worst weapon was a stiletto shoe, she’d hold it by the toe and attack me with the pointed heel. Fortunately she wasn’t particularly strong and I was usually able to defend myself without significant harm. More commonly it was a wooden spoon though.
The teachers at boarding school were pretty bad too. One loved to use a trainer (sandshoe) as he believed it hurt more than a cane; he used to bend you over a desk at one end of a corridor (with two boys holding you down). Then he’d walk slowly and noisily to the other end, turn and run as fast as he could by you, whacking you with the full strength of his arm at pace as he flew by. The terror of hearing his pounding feet approach caused many boys to pee their pants … naturally they then had to clean up their own pee, to the jeers of their fellows.
And yes, this was all fully sanctioned by the school and my parents.
I’m 63 and grew up in a family of ten kids. I never saw either of my parents hit any of the seven girls. However, my brothers and I got “the strap” (my father’s belt) when we screwed up. Never like the recently posted video in that it was only 2 or 3 whacks on the back of the legs. While I never even contemplated such punishment for my kids, I guess we were no worse off for it. Pretty severe by today’s standards, but I gotta tell ya, it was certainly an effective deterrent from committing the same offense. Never harbored any resentment toward my father, probably because I felt as though I deserved the punishment.
Yup, I and the brother that was a year younger than me got the belt, the wooden spoon, slapped, and once I was thrown down the stairs. The video looked familiar.
Just to demonstrate how times have changed, I was drafted into the Marines in the late 1960’s. In boot camp it wasn’t all that unusual to se a Drill Instructor strike (usually with an open hand) a recruit. Today, a DI would go directly to the brig for doing so. Wouldn’t pass Go and certainly get his $200.00.
It’s possible to check a resource that’s wrong.
I got spanked a lot but it was always by relatively calm parents that were disciplining me. My mother used a spoon on our butts on occasion, usually when we’d misbehaved in public, but I don’t remember it hurting too badly. In fact, my mother still used the spoon when we’d long outgrown it and didn’t even have to flinch at the strikes. But my brother and I, for years, acted like it still hurt so she wouldn’t come up with some other punishment 
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Separate from that, mom would smack us across the mouth if we called her a name or said anything remotely close to “You’re such a bitch, mom!” I still don’t see anything wrong with that.
I remember my dad kicking my mid-teen brother’s ass once, but honestly, he deserved it. He was being such a little shit. I don’t remember what he did, but I think it involved setting something on fire and then escalating it when he was getting yelled at. But seeing as how no marks were left, it couldn’t have been all that bad.