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.

Allyson, that is very cool!

I was spanked twice, I think. Because my the "We're dissapointed in you" method of discipline worked FAR better.

The last time I can remember being threatened with spanking was when I was about 6, and was because I had bit a neighbor kid. He went screaming to his mom, who went screaming to my parents. My dad informed me that I was going to be spanked, and asked why I bit the kid. I tearfully and self-rightously replied "Because he bit me first! See!" and held out my arm with the teeth marks. Dad turned and glared at the neighbor kid's mom, who grabbed her kid and hustled off right quick. That's when dad started his lessons about "Revenge works best if you don't get caught".

Lookin' good, Liz Lemon!