The spankings we got in my family involved a heavy duty paint stirrer with a face drawn on it (by one of my siblings, I think). We called it "Percy the Persuader". It should be noted that it was considered preferable by my siblings and I to the bare hand of my mother (my dad having become useless at dealing out punishment early on cause he was a softie at heart).

Hubby says he was spanked. Having heard the descriptions, I say he was beaten. Lingering bruises and having to stay out of school for a couple of days does not count as a spanking. Then again, he and his siblings often used handy kitchen implements/small furniture on each other. It was a very hands-on family.

I was not fully accepted into the family until I yelled at my father-in-law for smacking his grown son, my Hubby, upside the head in my presence. They were afraid he'd married a wimp. Raised by wolves, I guess.

The spanking that I remember the most is the one I got when I turned the thermostat up to 90 degrees. I was led to believe this could cause all sorts of bad things such as the house burning down....

Both my parents had been spanked and agreed that it hadn't done a bit of good but it did make them resentful, so they didn't do it with us. Disappointment worked just fine -- and, as previously noted, they don't even have to be present for it to work!

Okay, this is my last week at work, and I've been a bit in denial about it. Until just now...when I went into iTunes, and realized that I needed to delete all those podcasts I've subscribed to. Yikes!

I know we got spanked, but the only time I remember specifically was when my dad was teasing me and I got upset and kicked him in the shin. I think I only remember it because it seemed a bit unfair. Not that kicking people is cool, but I was obviously getting upset, so continuing to tease me at that point also seems uncool.

We got spanked. I remember on the really bad occasions being threatened with the belt, but now that I think about it I'm not sure if that ever came to fruition. Once or twice, prolly.

I know we got spanked, but the only time I remember specifically was when my dad was teasing me and I got upset and kicked him in the shin. I think I only remember it because it seemed a bit unfair.

Yeah, I have a much clearer memory of the few occasions my being spanked involved an Outrageous Miscarriage of Justice than I do of the no doubt many more fully-deserved incidents. Funny how that works.

So cool Allyson!

Allyson! So cool!

I wish I had been spanked more and guilt-tripped via disappointment less. Frankly, the fear of disappointing has been way more debilitating than the fear of getting hit.

Twice, maybe: Once for squirming so much I nearly squirmed off the diaper table (I was 2.5 or something, and knew better) and I have no memory of it. I only know because that's the only time mom hit me, she felt horrible, and has mentioned it to me. The other time....well, I'm not sure it really happened, and I was maybe 4 or 5. I remember jumping on my dad after being told not to and spilling hot coffee all over the both of us. I have it in my head I got a swat for that, but it's more the thought that I should have gotten one than it is an actual memory. I have actual memory of the rest of the event (I even recall the pjs I was wearing!) So I don't know.