I can’t even remember what I did wrong, but my parent’s punishment was they gave me my brand new, pre-ordered copy of Zelda 3 for Super NES, and then told me I couldn’t play it for a month…god, that was torture.
I guess I’m one the folks that missed the intention of the thread.
To everyone that suffered real torture and pain, physical and/or emotional, I’m so sorry for what you had to endure. Cripes, Dorkusmm, I thought my mother was mean. Shit, compared to your mother she was Glenda, the good witch. Gorgon H, a friend of mine was made to kneel on un-popped pop-corn kernals when he was young. Sounds like your stepdad and his dad traded notes.
And jarbabyj, in the spirit you intended for the thread, I’ll add a punishment from my dad, who was the opposite of my mother.
I was about 12 and my sister and I were goofing around, pushing and chasing each other, etc. I threw some water on her and ran out the back door. I pulled the door closed so hard that it cracked the window. My dad came and got me and made me open and close the door 50 times, gently and so quietly that he couldn’t hear it from the living room. I’m sure he couldn’t hear any of the openings and closings, but every so often he would yell that he heard it and to do it again. I spent about an hour opening and closing the door with my sister taunting me the whole time trying to make me laugh.
After 14 years of daily, daily beatings (labeled as “spankings” by those of limited intelligence) I decided enough was enough.
My mom beat me across the back with a belt because my hair was not cut short enough (I had just returned from the mall hair cuttery). After about 20 (seriously) lashes, I dotted her eye. Hard. Big bruise. She ran off crying. I knew the worse was yet to come.
When my dad (a cop) got home he started in on me. Instead of calling other cops and having me arrested (which would have worked, BTW), he began hitting me, driving me onto the floor, beating (“spanking” snicker) me with a belt.
Yep.
He lost three lower teeth and also had his eye dotted. His fellow cops were told it came from a tough arrest. The lying bastard.
It was the last time either ever hit me. They both have died in the last two years, but in the 22 years since that day, everything was cool.
This may sound rash but, kids - PLEASE try this at home. A bully is a bully no matter what their position in the family. A bully’s worst fear is for the weak to stand up and fight back. Works every every time.
My goodness gracious me! What horrid, horrid punishments! I think these ones take the cake for the most inhumane, undeserved abuses yet.
-Bubba.
The one that sticks in my mind most wasn’t even given to me by my parents. A friend and I were out on his dad’s farm and decided that the barn was the best place to play with fireworks. His dad was less than pleased, and we discovered that it’s never good to piss off a retired Marine Corps DI.
He made us pick up every single piece of expired firecracker paper and wadding, then made us dig a hole about four feet down. He threw the trash in and told us to fill it up. When we had filled the hole about halfway he came out and asked “Where’s the trash?”
“It’s in the hole.” says we.
[DI Voice]“Who in the hell do you think you are burying trash on my land? Does this look like a landfill to you? I’d suggest you get in there and find that trash right now before I tan both your hides!” [/DI Voice]
By the time we were done we were exhausted and sore. To this day I still get edgy around fireworks, and every time I light one I keep expecting my friends dad to appear out of nowhere and make me dig a hole.
No worries DaToad. My mom is now very lonely because none of her children will spend time with her. She keeps apologizing. At one time I thought I had forgiven her but when I think about the horrid things that she did I realize I don’t.
A good friend told me of the time that his father caught him having sex with another boy when he was younger. His father kicked the boy out of the shed and he ran inside locking his father out. When his father eventually coaxed him out he took him to his favourite dinner place and he got a shake or something like that in addition to a lecture to “never do that again.” LOL I wish my parents were that cool. I think he said he finished up what he started the next day. I will have to ask him when I see him next.
I was a good kid. I swear! Really! But the one time I went to my junior prom, I went with a friend of mine. And he drove my car and hit another car in a parking lot - a parked car. He left the parking lot when I wanted to stop and tell someone or leave a note. Looking back, I wish I had (please don’t lecture me, it was stupid, I was 17, I know I should have left a note). He was also REALLY late picking me up - I’m talking an hour and a half without a phone call. And I had a good time at prom with my friends, but I was really pissed at him. We both decided that he would go home and get his car for the after-party, and I would go pick up a sophomore friend who was going to the after-party with us. I got home and my mother got PISSED for my sending him home. She thought I had ditched him, she was MAD, and she wouldn’t listen to a thing I said. Finally, I’d had enough and screamed “Would you listen to me for a Goddamn minute and let me explain?” and she hauled off and walloped me across the cheek - hardest I have EVER been slapped. Which then turned into a screaming match between my parents, and my dad came in to comfort me after I explained everything that had happened to him. Mom apologized the next day, but I held a grudge for a LONG time because she just wouldn’t listen to me.
Ava