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.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kat - Nov 05, 2007 9:24:50 am PST #533 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
sarameg - Nov 05, 2007 9:31:36 am PST #534 of 10001
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.
Atropa - Nov 05, 2007 9:38:39 am PST #535 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
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".
bon bon - Nov 05, 2007 9:44:55 am PST #536 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Connie Neil - Nov 05, 2007 9:58:18 am PST #537 of 10001
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beth b - Nov 05, 2007 10:00:26 am PST #538 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
spanked - yes , with a wooden spoon. Not sure it was useful, because I couldn't tell you what for. Once again - the "we're disappointed in you" worked really well. Helps that my parents had very high standards for their own behavior.
Allyson - now yo are my hero - you are in my favorite comic on my favorite day. I look forward to the Sunday version of Unshelved every week. It was well worth the wait this week
Pix - Nov 05, 2007 10:03:54 am PST #539 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Wow! Allyson, that's amazing! I'm very excited and happy for you.
Spanked--nope, not by my parents. My grandfather spanked the heck out of me once when he and Gram were babysitting, and I have a vague feeling that they were really angry at him for doing so.
Dana - Nov 05, 2007 10:07:20 am PST #540 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Our receptionist has hiccups. It sounds like there's a startled rabbit in the front of the office.
erikaj - Nov 05, 2007 10:08:37 am PST #541 of 10001
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)
A few times. Corwood, not at all. But I think that is harsh. But I won't think of you as Child Abuse Guy or anything.
tommyrot - Nov 05, 2007 10:11:26 am PST #542 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
When I was a kid I used to wet the bed. Once my dad woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to go to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet with my pants down but I didn't go. My dad told me to go and I still didn't. Then he swatted my behind once, and I proceeded to pee on the floor.
Apparently I was in some sleepwalking-like state, as the next morning I had no recollection of this at all.