Have you ever taken a beating by your parents?

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Have you ever taken a beating by your parents?And what was the reason for it? I just read one article about a lovely mother to punish her naughty child. Let's share and have a discussion about this topic. The unique skill of mother My mother was a vocal supporter of corporal punishment, but for all her talking she has never spanked my siblings, and me only once. Instead she found ways of punishment that left a more lasting memory then the short sting of a swat on our rumps. One of the most memorable of these occasions occurred when I was four. In the early 80' s my mother attended college during the day while my sister was in school and I was in daycare. One day at daycare I watched an extremely tired mother attempt to pick up her daughter. The little girl asked, "Mom are we going to McDonalds for dinner?" The mother replied, "Honey, not tonight. Mom has to run a few errands and then we have to go home and cook dinner for Daddy." "But I wanna go." "Susie, I said not tonight. Maybe, if you're a good girl we can go tomorrow." Susie immediately dropped to the floor, kicking and screaming, "I want to go to McDonalds tonight." No amount of pleading or scolding her mother gave in, "Okay, Susie, let's go to MDs." Susie stopped yelling and smiling she grabbed her mother' s hand and they left. To say I was amazed would be inaccurate. I was delighted that anything I wanted could be had by throwing a tantrum. That day my mother picked me up early form daycare because we were going to Sears & Roebuck to pay on a Christmas Layaway. I was excited by the lights and decorations, and as we walked through the toy section on the way to the Layaway Department, I saw a toy I had to have. It was a white and red gun. Looking lovingly up at my mother I asked, "Mama, can I have that gun?" She replied, "Baby, not now, but if you are a good boy,maybe Santa will bring it to you." "But mama, I want that gun right now." Her eyes narrowed and her hand tightened on mine. "Joshua, you can't have that gun today, but if you misbehave you can have a spanking." By now we were standing in the long Holiday line in the Layaway Department, and I figure it was now or never. I lay down on the ground and began screaming, "I want that gun," over and over again. Weary Christmas shoppers looked as my mother calmly said, "Joshua, you'd better get up by the count of three or else.ONE...TWO...THREE." Nothing.I was still in full tantrum. So then she lay down beside me on the floor, and began kicking and screaming, "I want a new car, I want a new house, I want some jewelry, I want..." Shocked ,I stood up. "Mama, stop. Mama get up." I tearfully pleaded. She stood, and brushed herself off. At first stunned, the others waiting in line began to sporadically clap, and before I knew it they were cheering and laughing and patting my mother on her back. She blushed and took a little bow and the next thirty minutes in line was pure misery for me as various parents leaving the Layaway Department, shake their heads as me and say with a smile, "Your mom got you good.I bet you' ll never try that again." And I didn't, because it left a lasting mental picture more effecitve than any physical mark.