NSU ALUM

Daddy was about 5’8 and had worked in a steel plant a majority of his life. So he was stocky and had thick wrist and biceps. My younger brother Dennis did something and daddy took off his belt and hit Dennis one time across the butt and picked homeboy off the floor.

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Originally posted by HUCapricornSuave:
Alright, this whooping ain't mine (I was sneaky) and not exactly a whooping...

My younger brother was one of those kids who HATES anyone in authority to tell him what to do, except me and my mom. He was a smart kid, but had a very short fuse. Not much would set it off. To say the least, he got into mad trouble with teachers.

My mom was a young, single mom and had to work 2 jobs to support her 5 children, so her fuse was short, too. One day, the school called and told her that he got suspended AGAIN!! That was it for her!

I was in high school, so I was tasked to get home and have the door unlocked for my siblings (all younger). They get home about 20 min after I did and she let him go into his room. She sat down in the den with me with her head down, without a word. Then she stormed up to his room for what I thought was going to be whooping time.

A minute after the most curse-laden tirade I ever heard, I heard my brother screaming at the top of his lungs. This was weird because he was so thick-skinned and never did as much as tear up at a whooping. I go to the door and I see my mom at the window holding up a leg at its ankles. That leg belonged to my brother as he was hanging out of the second story window above our picnic table. I had to beg to snap my mom outta it and pull him back in.

To say the least, he got over that short fuse and was a model student for the rest of the year. And I, already fearing my mom to the utmost, decided to forever stay on her good side.....

Your moms was gansta...

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Originally posted by FunCkMaster:

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Originally posted by HUCapricornSuave:
Alright, this whooping ain't mine (I was sneaky) and not exactly a whooping...

My younger brother was one of those kids who HATES anyone in authority to tell him what to do, except me and my mom. He was a smart kid, but had a very short fuse. Not much would set it off. To say the least, he got into mad trouble with teachers.

My mom was a young, single mom and had to work 2 jobs to support her 5 children, so her fuse was short, too. One day, the school called and told her that he got suspended AGAIN!! That was it for her!

I was in high school, so I was tasked to get home and have the door unlocked for my siblings (all younger). They get home about 20 min after I did and she let him go into his room. She sat down in the den with me with her head down, without a word. Then she stormed up to his room for what I thought was going to be whooping time.

A minute after the most curse-laden tirade I ever heard, I heard my brother screaming at the top of his lungs. This was weird because he was so thick-skinned and never did as much as tear up at a whooping. I go to the door and I see my mom at the window holding up a leg at its ankles. That leg belonged to my brother as he was hanging out of the second story window above our picnic table. I had to beg to snap my mom outta it and pull him back in.

To say the least, he got over that short fuse and was a model student for the rest of the year. And I, already fearing my mom to the utmost, decided to forever stay on her good side.....

Your moms was gansta...

She had to be, she raised 4 boys and a girl on her own. And only one of us is locked up (not the one in the story, BTW)

Dad in '90. I was in Catholic middle school. They didn't play and unbeknowst to them, neither did I. Ihad detention and on this day I decided not to go and went home where daddy was off-he picked me up. The principal called and the rest was history. I got skinned alive. Now this was the worst beat that I had just on the mental part. Sure getting one's ass skinned alive would be a painfull thing (and it was), but the fact that my father didn't say too much was downright torturous (you know how Black parents can be with the words).

But from that, I became a bit more hellish in school towards that principal and shockingly durable towards beatings and punishment althogether. When the beatings aren't as effective as they were and fighting's not much of an option (at the time we [my younger brother and I] were ALL pitbulls), what, other than killing can you do? Hell I encouraged it by saying you can't really kill me. When you know what's what, you know what to say and where to cross. After a while them beatings didn't happen too often cause he was too tired of giving them.

Mom in '85. It was more an issue of common courtesy, or lack thereof in my case. I was at the playground after school. I stayed until 6; It was a school night. I got home my mother, with the controlled look of someone who had just taken penicillin without water, asks, "Where have you been?" I reply, "I was at the playground" She goes come with me. At this time I saw both my brothers give that sadistic grin that says "your gonnaget it" and that I did. It was the the first time of my really getting beatings from my mom. But it really jarred memories of the first one and what NOT to get. But still getting them from her, it annoyed her after a minute. Now I wasn't a pitbull with my mother; I'm not that stupid (thanks to being taught the extended family and friends). But like with my dad, the feeling just wore off and my creativity really blossomed, which drove her crazy.

See, beatings only made me push the envelope to see what I could get away with. I mean it's what children do in the grand scheme of things in that age. But after a while you eventually grow up because it then gets boring. Now I wasn't the child that became "the good son" after beatings; I'd be in jail if I were. However, I was just enough of a "hellchild" to make your ass be a parent. Needless to say between '83-'92 they had to be.

So many to choose from........... Beatings did not work for me. Last time I got a spanking I told my dad let's get it over with and pulled down my pants. I told him it hurt but I was not going to cry in front of him. Didn't get one after that.

Disappointing them hurt a whole lot more than spankings.

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........... Beatings did not work for me. Last time I got a spanking I told my dad let's get it over with and pulled down my pants.

Man you got some nerves - If I had said something close to that - my az would have look like a pound of ground beef.

I told mama one time that I was not going to cry, when she said "I am gonna whoop yo az, until you cry" I was crying a second later - then she ask me what am I crying about -I am thinking about what you said and I am crying, so when is the beating going to stop.

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Originally posted by TSU120:

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........... Beatings did not work for me. Last time I got a spanking I told my dad let's get it over with and pulled down my pants.

Man you got some nerves - If I had said something close to that - my az would have look like a pound of ground beef.

I told mama one time that I was not going to cry, when she said "I am gonna whoop yo az, until you cry" I was crying a second later - then she ask me what am I crying about -I am thinking about what you said and I am crying, so when is the beating going to stop.

Wasn't really afraid of arse whoopings. The words that came from my parents mattered more.

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Originally posted by HUCapricornSuave:
Alright, this whooping ain't mine (I was sneaky) and not exactly a whooping...

My younger brother was one of those kids who HATES anyone in authority to tell him what to do, except me and my mom. He was a smart kid, but had a very short fuse. Not much would set it off. To say the least, he got into mad trouble with teachers.

My mom was a young, single mom and had to work 2 jobs to support her 5 children, so her fuse was short, too. One day, the school called and told her that he got suspended AGAIN!! That was it for her!

I was in high school, so I was tasked to get home and have the door unlocked for my siblings (all younger). They get home about 20 min after I did and she let him go into his room. She sat down in the den with me with her head down, without a word. Then she stormed up to his room for what I thought was going to be whooping time.

A minute after the most curse-laden tirade I ever heard, I heard my brother screaming at the top of his lungs. This was weird because he was so thick-skinned and never did as much as tear up at a whooping. I go to the door and I see my mom at the window holding up a leg at its ankles. That leg belonged to my brother as he was hanging out of the second story window above our picnic table. I had to beg to snap my mom outta it and pull him back in.

To say the least, he got over that short fuse and was a model student for the rest of the year. And I, already fearing my mom to the utmost, decided to forever stay on her good side.....

That's some Suge Knight stuff right there!

This girl I knew once told me that she used to get beat with the switch that he parents got off the tree in the backyard. Well, one day, she decided to remove all the switches from the tree so that when she got her next beating, she would have time to run! She said her dad chased her for hours!

So, on to me. I had this thing for the New Kids on the Block in the 6th grade. When school started, the store up the street had NKOTB folders. I rode my bike to the store before but I wasn't really allowed to because it was adjacent to a major highway. So, I drove my bike up to the store, bought the folder, and hid it in my closet. Later on that evening, my mom asks me where I got the folder from and I lied and said that dad got it for me...thinking he had my back, right?! (cause me and dad are so cool). So, I guess she asked him about it and he didn't know anything about it.

So, I'm sleep, right? The next thing I know the light comes on and I'm being drug out of the bed! I can't remember if I got the spanking before she started cussing me out or after. I just remember dad standing behind her confused and me crying of course.

I can look back on it now and laugh but it was scary back then!

I've had alot of them growing up, but this is the one I remember the most, probably because it was the most embarrassing.

When I was around 10 or 11, a friend and I went across town to see some little girls that we like. Well, it was rule back then to be in before the street lights came on. Well, we got caught up spending time with the lil girls, and it was dark by the time we left there house. We tried to beat feet to make it home as soon as possible. Well, it was well after dark when we turned down our long country road into our neighborhood. When we turned down the road, we looked into the distance and saw a crowd of people standing in the road. It was almost the entire neighborhood in the street, worried about us, thinking something had happened to us. When we made it to the crowd, my mother was standing at the head of the pack, and made me tell her where we were. After telling her, she told me to stay outside in the front yard. I waited there for a few seconds, and my mom return out of the front door with an extension cord. My mother whipped me right outside in the front yard, in front of almost the entire neighborhood. Some of my friends, girls in the neighborhood, other parents, everybody. That one I will never forget, because everytime I go back home, some of my old buddies remind me of, "remember that time your mother whipped your arse in the front yard?".

Like many of you all of my whoopings hurt like hayul. None stand out except for the shortest whippin. My dad told us to cut the grass which of course we forgot (we got caught up playin football). Any who instead of the usual belt on butt, he told us to hold out our hand. He took the outdoor extension cord and folded it over like 3-4 times and brought it down like he was OH Henry going through the mountain. I thought I was gonna die and everytime you moved your hand to try to take some of the sting out of the blow he would give us one more swat.

After we became pre-teens spankings were out and punches to the body were in. My dad wears like a size 16 ring. I shaped up pretty quick.

I had a few but none stand out more than the one where I told my big momma' "aint'" when she told me to come here as she was beating the dog shat out of me for being caught behind her house w/ her neighbor's daughter. We both were bucky-nekkid and I was hunching on her (was 7 yrs young ).

My big momma' looked to be 6'6" and about 400lbs to me cause her arms were bigger than my legs. She cut down on me ONE time w/ that leather belt and again and again and finally I had enough. I did the unthinkable. I ran. I ran out the front door and she told me to come back in and get some more. That's when I said "ain't!" She couldn't catch me so she said that she'd tell momma' when she came to pick me and the sisters up.

Well, before momma' made it, my youngest 2 aunts (~20 and 22 @ the time) were informed about what I said to big momma' and the ONLY thing I remember is them yanking me out of this tree that's in big momma's yard and they were on top of me like 2 pit bulls shouting out "you told momma' ain't muthafukka!!!!! we gone kill yo' azz!!!! don't nobody tell momma' ain't!!!! " They were beating the hell out of me w/ their fists and hands. Big momma' called them off of me and told them that momma' would take care of me. Well, as SOON as momma' drove up, I told her that her sisters, my aunts, had beat me w/ their hands and fists! Momma' got hotter than fish grease until she heard big momma' tell her "that lil' sommma' ma' batch told me AIN'TTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! " Man, momma' looked like this @ first-> and then she turned into this-> . She demanded me inside the house and I recall her saying "you told momma' AIN'T!!! U ain't gonna' say ain't no mo' are you?! " while she was beating the living shat out of me WITH an extension chord! She hit me in my right eye w/ the chord lol and that didn't stop her. I told her and she told me she didn't give a good-gawd-damned! lol The ONLY reason she stopped was because big momma' told her that I had enough.

I thought it was over, right? Enggggggh!!! Wrong! lol When me and my sisters got in the car, momma' said that she was taking me to all of my aunts and uncles houses so they could beat me too for saying "ain't to momma'" (big momma). Mind you, momma' had 12 other siblings. I was scared sh*tless. The first stop was @ my Aunt Bertha's house. Aunt Bertha stood 4'11" and weighed damned near 400 lbs and had arms the size of tree trunks. lol

I just KNEW I was going to die that evening/night and go to heaven.... just for saying "ain't." lol

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Originally posted by Poster Known as PISON!:
I had a few but none stand out more than the one where I told my big momma' "aint'" when she told me to come here as she was beating the dog shat out of me for being caught behind her house w/ her neighbor's daughter. We both were bucky-nekkid and I was hunching on her (was 7 yrs young ).

My big momma' looked to be 6'6" and about 400lbs to me cause her arms were bigger than my legs. She cut down on me ONE time w/ that leather belt and again and again and finally I had enough. I did the unthinkable. I ran. I ran out the front door and she told me to come back in and get some more. That's when I said "ain't!" She couldn't catch me so she said that she'd tell momma' when she came to pick me and the sisters up.

Well, before momma' made it, my youngest 2 aunts (~20 and 22 @ the time) were informed about what I said to big momma' and the ONLY thing I remember is them yanking me out of this tree that's in big momma's yard and they were on top of me like 2 pit bulls shouting out "you told momma' ain't muthafukka!!!!! we gone kill yo' azz!!!! don't nobody tell momma' ain't!!!! " They were beating the hell out of me w/ their fists and hands. Big momma' called them off of me and told them that momma' would take care of me. Well, as SOON as momma' drove up, I told her that her sisters, my aunts, had beat me w/ their hands and fists! Momma' got hotter than fish grease until she heard big momma' tell her "that lil' sommma' ma' batch told me AIN'TTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! " Man, momma' looked like this @ first-> and then she turned into this-> . She demanded me inside the house and I recall her saying "you told momma' AIN'T!!! U ain't gonna' say ain't no mo' are you?! " while she was beating the living shat out of me WITH an extension chord! She hit me in my right eye w/ the chord lol and that didn't stop her. I told her and she told me she didn't give a good-gawd-damned! lol The ONLY reason she stopped was because big momma' told her that I had enough.

I thought it was over, right? Enggggggh!!! Wrong! lol When me and my sisters got in the car, momma' said that she was taking me to all of my aunts and uncles houses so they could beat me too for saying "ain't to momma'" (big momma). Mind you, momma' had 12 other siblings. I was scared sh*tless. The first stop was @ my Aunt Bertha's house. Aunt Bertha stood 4'11" and weighed damned near 400 lbs and had arms the size of tree trunks. lol

I just KNEW I was going to die that evening/night and go to heaven.... just for saying "ain't." lol

Sounds almost normal to me. Except I had taller aunts. Not to mention the word ain't was more SCOLDED than anything.