What?! No paint stir stick! That was my weapon of choice. I never once used a switch, I’m proud to say.
Mama used whatever came to hand. A paddle was her preferred method of applying learning to the seat of understanding.
Mom would say give me your belt. She would double it up,
I would then be standing there in my briefs she would grab my arm around the wrist and the dancing would commence. If memory serves me it was a hop, skip then a 2 step shuffle followed by a roll on the floor.
Sheeit, wait till your Dad gets home. That was the deadliest thing of all never had to lift a finger.
My dad always used the belt on my ass. But it was Mama that used a switch on me one time. Holy crap!! Give me the belt anyday!
We older 4 Kids got it with a Razor Strop. All dad had to after the first time was to make it pop by holding the loose ends in one hand and the sewn end in the other and by moving his hands apart fast it would making a loud bang. All four of us would IMMEDIATELY stop what we were doing and looked at him to find out what we did wrong and to stop it.
My mom was a world-class expert with a 10-foot thin bamboo rod. That sucker could build up some speed, believe me.
She was 40 when she had me, so by the time I was 8-ish she didn’t have the instant acceleration of a younger person. Such is life.
She made us cut down a new one when the old one got frayed, which was constantly…
It would be funnier with Paul Tibbets included…
What?! No paint stir stick! That was my weapon of choice. I never once used a switch, I’m proud to say.
Mama used whatever came to hand. A paddle was her preferred method of applying learning to the seat of understanding.
Mom would say give me your belt. She would double it up,
I would then be standing there in my briefs she would grab my arm around the wrist and the dancing would commence. If memory serves me it was a hop, skip then a 2 step shuffle followed by a roll on the floor.
Sheeit, wait till your Dad gets home. That was the deadliest thing of all never had to lift a finger.
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My dad always used the belt on my ass. But it was Mama that used a switch on me one time. Holy crap!! Give me the belt anyday!
We older 4 Kids got it with a Razor Strop. All dad had to after the first time was to make it pop by holding the loose ends in one hand and the sewn end in the other and by moving his hands apart fast it would making a loud bang. All four of us would IMMEDIATELY stop what we were doing and looked at him to find out what we did wrong and to stop it.
My mom was a world-class expert with a 10-foot thin bamboo rod. That sucker could build up some speed, believe me.
She was 40 when she had me, so by the time I was 8-ish she didn’t have the instant acceleration of a younger person. Such is life.
She made us cut down a new one when the old one got frayed, which was constantly…