Do you spank your kids/ Have you ever been spanked as a child?.

[BlueBalls]

Stutter.

 

[Boing]

Cut classes to watch soft porn movies.

 

[Willy]

I was born.

 

[bobistheowl]

Buying cigarettes for Dad...

My dad used to send me on my bicycle to get his Brown Amphora pipe tobacco at the store about half a mile away. A pouch was 85 cents back then, and the cheap bastard used to send me with exact change. I was nine, ten years old, and no store thought twice about selling tobacco to a kid. Cigarettes were still advertised in TV commercials.

We used to fry june bugs with magnifying glasses, and make whistles out of acorns, using broken off spokes from a street sweeper. You could sharpen one of those spokes on the curb of the street.

We used to play games with hockey cards in the school yard, Topsies and Knock Downs were the most popular games.

in Topsies, one player would flick a hockey card against a wall about ten feet away, using his index finger and middle finger. The other player would do the same, and as soon as one player flicked a card that landed on top of the image on another card, that player won all of the cards on the playing area, his own cards back, and the ones from the other player. If you just overlapped the white border around the picture, it didn't count as a Topsie. Every player agreed to the same rules, or other kids wouldn't play against him.

In Knock Downs, four cards would be placed against the wall, and the guy who knocked the fourth one down won all the cards.

People didn't mind if they lost cards that way, because they only used their 'doubles', cards they already had twice. Before that stage, you'd trade with other kids, who had doubles of cards you needed, but didn't have some of your doubles, so you'd see kids standing in the school yard thumbing through a stack of somebody else' hockey cards, and saying "Got him, Got him, need him, got him, need him, got him, got him, NEED HIM!, got him, got him...", and if the other guy really wanted one of your cards, you'd trade it for a few cards, but the average players were one for one swaps.

What people didn't like was when somebody mixed other kinds of cards in, when playing for hockey cards. Most people didn't mind if you used Planet of the Apes cards, or a baseball or football card of a star player, but when a guy used a ten of diamonds from a pack of Bicycle cards, he usually found something unpleasant in his boots, when he put them on at the end of the school day.

We used to play a lot of British Bulldog on the grass and dirt portion of my school yard in grade four and five. The game would be played by about 50 kids. At the start of the game, one guy stands at one end of the field, and the other guys face him from about 40 yards away. The one guy yells "British!", and all the other guys run towards him. The one guy tries to tackle one or more of the players running at him. Anybody who gets tackled joins the side of the guy who tackled him, so one team acquires more members at the end of a round, and there are fewer guys to tackle.

Sometimes more than one person was needed to tackle a good player, so the tackling team would go after that one guy, and let the lesser players run through; it was easy to get them whenever you wanted to; some would fall to the ground, if they were about to be tackled.

After a few rounds, there would be about 40 guys trying to tackle 10. Sometimes, only one guy would remain untackled, and 50 guys would be trying to bring him down. Every kid who played had iron on patches on the knees of his pants eventually, the same kind that bearded university professors would have on the elbows of their sports jackets.

Some kids' parents wouldn't let them play, but the kids would play anyway, and take whatever punishment was handed out, when they got home with grass stains on their school clothes, and various cuts and bruises, from an active recess period. The game was basically tackle football, with no ball, and no equipment, played on ground that was hard as rocks, after the first frost. The season ended when there was snow permanently on the ground, but for about ten weeks, we would play twice a day, five days a week. The 'last man standing' would be up against the other 50 guys, to start the new game.

We usually had time for one full game in the fifteen minute recess, and a few guys who were banged up from the game would usually be late getting back to class, but the teacher didn't mind. Her son went to a different school, though, where they didn't play British Bulldog at recess.

There was one guy, (not me), who made it through the 50 guys a few times, but he had failed grade one and two. He was 12 years old in grade four, and very athletic. He was a really nice guy, too. He lived in a run down house, with garbage on the floor, and his mom was in a bathrobe all day, with fuzzy slippers, and she always had a cigarette in her mouth, and a screwdriver in her hand, (the vodka and orange juice kind). She used to ask me why I read books.

Her son, my friend, had a job on weekends, working in a garage, as a mechanic's apprentice. He used to let me ride on the back of his small motorcycle, which he bought with the money he earned from the weekend job. It went about 25 miles an hour, which was fast, for little kids, riding on dirt paths. We didn't wear helmets, but we never had an accident. "J.B." always drove carefully, when he had a passenger.

We were buds because I helped him complete grade four in one year. He just wanted to turn 16, so he wouldn't have to go to school anymore, if he didn't want to. The mechanic told him he needed to complete at least grade eight, before he could be hired full time. I moved after grade six, so I hope someone else helped him through the last two years.

He wasn't a stupid guy, he just had no interest in the things he was being taught in school, and the way those things were being taught to him. I taught him the same things differently, and he understood them, but they still didn't interest him much.

He wanted to work with his hands, and didn't care about the indigenous people of Lapland, or how to multiply fractions. I told him to care about that stuff long enough to complete grade eight, and then he wouldn't have to care about that stuff anymore.

I was eight when he was twelve, but I was taller, and not very easy for one guy to tackle, but he used to go after me in the 2nd or 3rd round, to add me to his tackling team. I saw that as a compliment, and a sign of respect. He did, too.

 

[Wanker]

Buying cigarettes for Dad.

Going to the corner to buy liquor in a brown paper bag from 'Gator the Pimp' for Mom.

Learned to identify all Gramma's pills by their actual pharmacological names.

Playing 'Silent-as-a-Ghost' in the dark apartment when the landlord knocked looking for rent money.

Learning to sign my name properly on bail bond release forms.

Learning to keep the fire under the still at a constant temperature so that the mash didn't boil too high and ruin the 'shine'

.....the usual stuff. Man I miss being a kid.

Brother Louis EACE:

 

[Wanker]

[h=1]Pope Francis says it’s OK to smack children as long as their dignity remains intact and it ‘is done justly’[/h]

 

[Cardinal Fang]

Pope Francis says it’s OK to smack children as long as their dignity remains intact and it ‘is done justly’

Apparently if you apply enough "top spin" you can accomplish both in one shot.

 

[peace]

Pope Francis says it’s OK to smack children as long as their dignity remains intact and it ‘is done justly’

Is it ok to be a WANKER?

 

[Sophia Sinclair]

Father Calls Police To Witness His 12-Year-Old Daughter's Punishment: Four Spankings, Using A Paddle

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A Florida police officer from the Okeechobee County Sheriff's Office was called to witness a 42-year-old man spanking his 12-year-old daughter as a form of discipline on Monday.

The responding police officer detailed the specifics of the police-supervised spankings in an incident report stating that the father wanted the police officer to stand and watch as he spanked his 12-year-old daughter with a paddle.

The deputy wrote in the incident report that he looked on while the father spanked his pre-teen daughterfour times on the buttocks with a paddle, according to aTodayreport.

Undersheriff Noel Stephentold WPBF that the fathers request is not the first of its kind that theOkeechobee County Sheriffs Office has handled.

More parents are concerned about legal implications of spankings, even in states where corporal punishment laws are lax, the reports indicate. Just after Christmas, It was reported that a father in New York, where spankings and other forms of physical discipline are permitted, was facing felony assault charges.

Given parents fears of legal repercussions and the popularity of spankings as discipline, some parents have turned to calling the police to supervise the spankings, according to reports.

It happens, Stephen told WPBF, explaining that he has personally supervised 12 spankings. Its definitely not something we advertise to do, and even though law enforcement has been willing to help out in this situation, watching a parent discipline their child is something thats done only when a deputy has no other calls to handle.

The incident report stated that the Floridian father wanted an officer to watch as he spanked his 12-year-old daughter on the buttocks with a paddle for his own protection after his daughter got into a very heated argument with her sister.

After the spanking, the deputy stated that the father committed no crime, and so he left the residence having witnessed the spanking as requested.

While some parents feel police-supervised spankings are a good idea, others are upset that parents feel that their parental rights must be waning if parents feel the need to issue spankings with police supervision.

Can't spank a 12 year old unless cops supervise? Interesting. My Grandmother would be laughing in her grave. She gave us a whipping with a willow switch. No police supervision, a poster identified as Mickey2942 wrote on the WPBF article.

If they are so worried about the possible psychological damage done by a disciplinary spanking, wouldn't the added embarrassment of having an onlooker whilst it is being administered and the probable angst felt for however long a period of time it takes the officer to arrive have a far greater detrimental effect than a simple spanking done in private, immediately after the infraction occurred? I thought punishment is supposed to be swift and fit the crime.

Futhermore, I got spanked and didn't mind so much when I knew I'd done something wrong. It was the times that a foul mood was being taken out on me that I had an issue with it. That's the difference between discipline and abuse.

 

[Stan Lee]

If they are so worried about the possible psychological damage done by a disciplinary spanking, wouldn't the added embarrassment of having an onlooker whilst it is being administered and the probable angst felt for however long a period of time it takes the officer to arrive have a far greater detrimental effect than a simple spanking done in private, immediately after the infraction occurred? I thought punishment is supposed to be swift and fit the crime.

Futhermore, I got spanked and didn't mind so much when I knew I'd done something wrong. It was the times that a foul mood was being taken out on me that I had an issue with it. That's the difference between discipline and abuse.

Perfectly said.

 

[bobistheowl]

The Slap: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Slap_(TV_series)

The US remake, an eight part mini series, begins on NBC Thursday, February 12 at 8:00 PM

The Slap "...explores what happens when a man slaps a child, who is not related to him, at a suburban barbecue.".

 

[Culioneros]

Graduation.

 

[Ozzie]

Snap my fingers.

 

[Agent86]

A better method than spanking.