Tell me the infraction that brought about your worse arse whipping from your dad*

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After reading this thread I feel very fortunate to have had my parents.
I was never whipped. I was only really spanked hard once and I don't remember the transgression that earned it.
 

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I never really had a Dad, had a stepdad who must have hated me because I was someone else's son. My little half-brother did something and the stepdad blamed me and took a horse quirt to me and beat me until I couldn't take it any longer and I said, "alright, I did it." My mother was there and I told her afterward I didn't do what I was accused of and she said, "I know it." Wire coat hangers, boards, belts, electric cords, switches and anything else that could be swung by the human arm were the tools of the trade for me. In later years I wanted to beat that stepdad but he was old and in California. Then he died... He deserved a beating. One stepbrother spent nearly 20 years behind bars because "mother was so proud of him regardless of what he did"-she encouraged bad behavior. And the other my mother stuck in an orphanage in Hugo and he was drafted and was killed in Vietnam. I don't like the psychologist's term "dysfunctional" but my family was screwed up from birth to the grave. When my mother died she refused to be embalmed, she said that they weren't going to get her money. She was buried in a cheap pine coffin and the jailbird half-brother got all her money and property....then he died.

Man that's just sad. Too many kids have to start off life like that it seems.
 

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I'll lighten it up a bit: I was somewhere between 3.5 and 4.5 years old, living in Japan. My dad was an MP in the Army. Anyway, I was playing outside when I saw a car the looked like ours going down the street. I thought my mom was going to a store or something so I took off after it. I got lost in Sapporo, Japan. For seven or eight hours. I remember walking across a big bridge, playing with Japanese kids, riding a tricycle with only one pedal, going in a Pachinko parlor, and ending up at a carnival. Meanwhile I'd reckon the entire military base was looking for me. Somehow my father found me at the carnival. I was on a ride thing, kinda like a carousel, in a car, sound asleep. My dad said the blond hair was the giveaway. Anyway, we get home, have a long talk, then Dad says he's gonna have to give me a whipping. I stood up, but before I bent over, I said "I wish you'd been with me, I sure had a lot of fun." I didn't get much of a whipping.
 

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My Dad was the oldest of 8 and always took the beating for his siblings, would always say he did something so they wouldn't have to get it. Because of that he was always scared he'd lose his temper on us kids (9 of us) so my mom was the disciplinarian, Dad never touched us. Mom went through a lot of wooden spoons till she found "the one" - a dark olive wood spoon that never wanted to break... One day I was mouthing off to my Mom while she was doing dishes (my Dad worked out of country a lot, this was one of those times). I remember her spinning around with a closed back hand and then I remember waking up staring at the ceiling, Mom standing there doing dishes... I've been knocked out cold twice in my life - once snowboarding, and once by my Mom. In all honesty, I have incredible parents, best anybody could ever hope for.
 

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It was Spring 1970, my Mom's grandmother passed away, everybody was getting dressed up for the funeral. I remember putting on my fancy shoes, my "dad' noticed they needed a shine and went to find the polish. Well, whilst he was gone some friends came by and wanted to know if I wanted to go play some soccer, well that sounded better than going somewhere with fancy shoes on, Mom missed the funeral, when they found me and brought me home there were 2 cop cars in front of the house. There were relatives in the house Aunts and Uncles and such, cops left, dad took me out in the garage and began beating me with this belt that had rows of brass eyelets. You've never been beat till you been beat by a drunken reprobate. I thought my Uncle would have stopped it, but no. I didn't shed a tear when either of my parents died.
 

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Somehow......someway....I was never spanked by my parents. For some reason in the back of my mind, I knew even as a very small child where to draw the line. I was "grounded" and items taken away for 6 months or longer but not spanked.

My parents tried to reason with me and explain situations to me.....as follows:

About 1977 or 78, I was 14 years old and got lucky.....VERY LUCKY. There was a little old man at my folks church that was slowly going blind and he wanted to sell his car...that he was the original owner.

1957 Chevrolet Bel Air
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Not this car but just like it....faded paint and the cloth seats were starting to split BUT it was an original. I called it pink and white...he called it salmon(color) and white, 3 speed on the post.

My dad warned me NOT to drive it!!! At 14, and on the (dirt roads with no one in sight) road.....a blind drunk person, going in reverse who would hit me....my dad told me I would still be in the "wrong" because I wasn't even supposed to be on the road at 14 years of age.

Well........... I found out that if you put the keys in the ignition and turned it to acc....you could pull the keys out. The ignition had "lips" you could grab a hold of, so when I pulled the keys out I grabbed the lips, pushed in the clutch , turned the ignition... it would start.

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My dad had put the keys up and when he and my mother had left for work....I went joy riding around the section lines on those dirt roads...picking up a few of my buddies riding around the country side.

Later that afternoon I noticed the gas gauge was getting low.....so I drove over to Carney...back when they had 1 gas station to fill up...take my friends home and get that car parked in the driveway BEFORE my parents had returned home.

Pulling up to the gas station I get out and look for the gas cap. I look and I look!!!! My buddies get out and we look for that D@MN gas cap!!! I just about pulled off the license plate....I climbed under the car and see the tank but for the life of me I cannot find the gas cap!!!

Finally a little old man putting gas in his Datsun truck pulls up and asks me if I needed help.....Uh...H^LL YES!!!

He shows me where the gas cap is.....on the sloped chrome in the back of the car...a little door that you open and THERE is the gas cap!!
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Soooooo....by now I was late getting home. I had to drop off my buddies and as I pulled into the driveway....there was my dad, with folded arms and "THAT" look on his face.

I park the car, get out, and he starts to question why I did this...calm and cool manner....knowing the severity of driving a car at 14 years old.

I got tired of his lecture and told him I was going to sell that %$#@ car and he couldn't lecture me again.

In his wisdom he told me: "I'm going to let you sell that car". "When you mature and realize what you did, you'll regret your decision".

***2019, .... 56 years old.....I wonder if the person out in California is still enjoying my STUPID DECISION!!!???
 
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I also began reading this thread because I thought it would be funny. Turns out it is not and that is too bad because I like funny. So, I will share a story that happened at school.
When I was a freshman the coach would drive us to the field house for power lifting and then back to the school for lunch. He was teaching us discipline and had a rule of no running to the lunch room. A few of us didn't think he was still watching one day and so we ran. He came to the lunch room and advised us that we were all getting 3 swats tomorrow. The next day came and when we arrived at the field house he had the whole team meet in the big room to watch the swatting. He advised that if anyone had on extra protection and it was detected during the swats then once they removed it they would get 3 additional swats. He gave us a chance to go and remove it before it was our turn and there would not be any additional. I was the only one that took him up on this offer. I came walking out of the bathroom carrying all 10 pair of under ware that I owned. They were all laughing so hard that my swats were not as hard as the other kids. Great times.
 

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Well, I dont have a dad but, my uncle whipped my butt several times and so did my grandma. I dont remember a whole lot of what lead up to my beatings but it was usually because I was mean to my sister or something.

I remember one time turning over rocks on the west side of the house to look for worms to go fishing, my grandma came outside and flipped out and stated kicking and punching me, my mom came around and corner and saw what was going on and slammed my grandma up against the wall of the house then they started throwing blows, my grandma quit beating on me then.
 
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