Were you punished a lot as a child?

One spanking I couldn’t even feel. That’s all the punishment I can recall.

Yes. There’s much of my childhood that I cannot remember, even though I was very conscious early on.

I don’t know how to relate to ‘a lot’ in your question. Compared to who? At one time or another, I received all the punishments you listed.

My parents drew the line between right and wrong, and enforced it consistently. Basically, I pre-determined when I would be punished by consciously crossing the line. I don’t remember ever being punished for doing something I honestly didn’t know was wrong.

Never.

No, I was not. I was grounded a couple of times (literally twice, both for staying out too late), I was never physically punished, and almost the only other time I’d get in trouble was for fighting with my brothers. And that didn’t even happen that often.

I was a reasonable kid. My parents had issues. So they hit you as punishment. Sometimes punching, slapping and hair pulling was involved.

When I got older I used to gym a lot and was quite strong and muscular, so once when I was attacked by them. I literally ‘decked’ my dad. He even punched me on the nose when I was in my late 30’s. I hate violence today. I won’t entertain it in any way.

@bossob Do as I and some other jellies did, tell us how often and what type of punishment you received.

My parents were miserable people, and thus raised three miserable kids with a high degree of dysfunction in the household. The punishment did not always fit the crime, and rules unfairly varied between the three of us. I was spanked by hand, with a hair brush, with a clothes hanger, and even with an umbrella once. I was grounded sometimes, but rarely did the length of the grounding last as long as I was sentenced too, so that never bothered me. I was OK staying inside and reading books. I could not guess at the frequency or remember much in the way of specifics. I only know that I prayed “the Lord my soul to take” the night before my 12th birthday, because I felt that I had suffered enough. When I awoke the next day was when I started questioning if there even was a just and merciful god.

I was punished to the point where it was borderline child abuse. I was beaten with a belt that had razor blades inserted into the leather. I went to bed without dinner all of the time. This happened pretty often.

I was spanked one or two times, then threatened with a spanking a few times before the age of 7. When I was older I was grounded a few times. I was the youngest of six children in the family. By the time my parents had me they pretty much just let me get away with things. I was well behaved for the most part, but I did test my boundaries.

Only when I deserved it, except for one time that was not deserved due to a bizarre misunderstanding. My mother is horrified by that one, but all the other times I was punished, it was truly deserved. I was an awful child.

Not excessively so, boundaries were set & clearly defined…I was a good boy I was…ish.

I am not sure if I was punished any more or less than any other kid of my generation. Through the lens of hindsight I suppose one could say I was beaten more severely than modern standards. Especially for more heinous breaking of household rules. Dad would use his belt and be very targeted on buttocks, back and thighs, and could hit the same spot time after time. Mom would grab just about any implement of smiting within reach and wail away indiscriminately. The rules were pretty clear and we knew we were in trouble before we were going to be punished.
Personally, my Wife and I only punished our son for infractions of rules that We all agreed upon and with penalties agreed upon. Our son was a biter, and that was rule number one. therefore carried the penalty of one spank per year of his age. Only open handed and for me using my off hand so as not to hit too hard. My son was the one who set the severity of punishment and knew what was coming when he broke our rules. I would ask him how many spanks he deserved, if he had said none, (he never to my memory did) he wouldn’t have gotten any. It broke his bad habits pretty quickly and he was a good boy. Coming home for spring break today! Hooray!

I was saddled with a tremendous amount of responsibility (I was the oldest out of 6 siblings). I was subjected to a heavy-handed step-father & a harried Mother. So, yes, I was punished on a regular basis all the way until I was 17 years old & in my last year of high school. When I was punished by my step-father, he always used a leather belt. When I was punished by my Mother, she used what ever came to her attention. I was (basically) a good kid. I did not skip school, but I found that I would refuse to back down from arguing with my step-father & this brought me a world of hurt. As a matter of fact, this arguing with my step-father caused my Mother to kick me out of the house when I was 16. So I went to live with my Aunt & Uncle & my cousins. This gave me the chance to actually live as a kid because at my Aunt’s house I was not responsible for my siblings. This lasted about for a few months, but my Mother finally insisted that I return home because she was tired of having the responsibility for her children by herself. It was not a childhood that I would recommend for any child.

I was definitely the problem child of the two. I got into more trouble in school and got worse grades. It was generally hard for my parents to ensue normal “disciplinary measures”: I didn’t have any hi-tech things like a fancy phone or video games (and I needed my regular phone) so they couldn’t take those away, I didn’t have a social life so they couldn’t ground me, and I didn’t watch TV, therefore they used physical means of punishment. My dad only spanked and hit me for a few years, but my mom kept going, and she was more severe but worst of all completely unpredictable. I can’t really say how many times a week, but certainly more than I can count. I can say, though, that like @Shippy the reason that I first started going to the gym at the start of my sophomore year in highschool was so that I could defend myself, and ever since she realized my strength, she hasn’t bothered me since. Nowadays I only get into (pointless) verbal arguments with her because we have extremely clashing personalities. There’s not much more punishing she can do to me anymore since I have a lot of independence.

I remember my dad spanking me once with a hairbrush. I have no idea why. Mostly I was sent to my room, mostly for not wanting to eat something. Once, I got caught with coins I had just taken from my mom’s purse. The doorbell rang. It was our minister. She sent me to my room and I thought, “She’ll forget all about it.” Not. As a result, she started paying me me a dime for doing specific jobs like drying the dishes. But I was too young to remember accurately which jobs I had done, so that didn’t work out. But I didn’t steal from her again.

Not a lot. Spankings when I needed them. Dad would swat us then send us to our rooms. Then one day, when I was maybe 10, I realized they didn’t even hurt. For the first time I didn’t cry. I went to my room, and stood sullenly in the doorway. After about five minutes I said, “Can I come out now.” I never got another spanking again.

Very rarely and always with good reason. We were mostly quite a happy family.

Punished a lot, yes. But nowhere near relative to the amount of trouble I caused.

Nah, I was part of the team that ran things on the farm. I got some of the shit duties, but that’s how things work. I’m glad I did them so my other family members didn’t have to deal with that stress. A 130 degree haymow, with 100 percent humidity will take it out of you in a hurry.

My mother had a draw in the kitchen full of wooden spoons. When she got frustrated, she would head for the draw, choose a spoon, and smack me around with it. This was about once a week.

If it wasn’t that, it was “Get the fuck out of my sight, you little shit!” This was a few times a week – so I would go to my room and tick away the hours drawing or reading comics.

The worst punishment that I received as a child was no punishment.

I did’nt have much punishment, I think I used to torture my poor mother more then anything. My dad just had a “look”. He was the definition of calm and assertive. I now try to evoke that side of myself more often.

My mom would say, I’ll get the hairbrush. The hairbrush was a plastic handle with no bristles. Just the sight of her brandishing it would get us to toe the line. I don’t remember any of us every actually getting smacked with it. When we were very little a smack on the well padded bottom now and again. And wonder of wonders, none of us turned out to be child abusers or axe murderers!

Yes. In regards to parents/guardians only, I was punished excessively for about 7 years (the time I lived there). Mainly by my step-mother who was/is very unstable. I was a very quiet and well-behaved child. The punishments were usually for random things. Things like looking at her “wrong”, not doing chores exactly as she demanded, missing my real mother, not liking something she cooked, receiving attention from my dad, being too quiet, not looking her in the eye…and for simply being in the same room.

Regular punishments consisted of:

Hair pulling
Pinching/Slapping/Punching/Kicking
Verbal insults and name-calling
Choking
Spitting
Hot baths/showers/scrub-downs
Hot sauce/dish soap in the mouth
Physical restraint and confinement
Threats of violence and death
Ritualistic Abuse
Force-feeding/Starvation

I’ve moved past a lot of it – as much as one can. However, I have some very obvious repercussions from my childhood. I’ve had a lot of therapy…with much work still ahead of me. And I’m fine with that. I’ve come a long way from that world. It is what it is. I can only move forward at this point.

It is nice to see that some people had pretty good childhoods. There are also many that I want to applaud for sharing some of their experiences. It can be very difficult, at times, to do so. Even though it wasn’t my question, thank you to all who’ve posted.

I was smacked a couple of times as a young child, nothing that I feel has left any lasting damage, in fact I barely remember it. I was grounded a few times but my parents soon worked out that this was no punishment for me as I enjoyed being in my room on my own!!! My parents had very different ways of disciplining us, my dad would remain calm and I very rarely saw him angry at us, he would talk things through with us to make us understand what we had done that was wrong. My mum was a yeller and held grudges for days!!! I must have thought, at the time, that any punishment I got for bad behaviour was “so unfair” as I am sure most kids do but none of it has caused any trauma for me since then. All in all I was rarely in trouble because I was quite well behaved. I would say I only got in big trouble about once a year!

Mom smacked me on the butt with a hairbrush once. I was 17. I just looked at her like she was crazy. Which she was, at that point.

Interesting alot of spanking with a hairbrush on this chain, wonder why that is. How did that turn out??

My dad’s hands are so heavy, like bricks… one hard smack was enough for the whole week.

Ive been slapped a couple of times. No objects involved. Ive also been grounded…no cash on me for a month…a lot of silent treatment, and being locked in once or twice in my bedroom when I was like 5/6.

Well maybe cuz hair brushes used to be made out of lots stiffer and meaner stuff like metal, and it felt like you were hit on your bare but with a porcupine tail back then! Like 1920s and earlier. Before my time. /:

I wasn’t punished much at all and neither were any of my 6 siblings. I was spanked lightly a few times. For me, as a sensitive child, a word of disapproval and shaming was as effective as any physical punishment would have been. I distinctly remember a a couple episodes from my high school years that made me feel demeaned and misunderstood. But those were verbal interchanges for the most part. Apart from a shove and a raised voice there was precious little to complain about as far as abuse. But I did feel misunderstood. As a child the worst punishment was a little smack on the butt, and it was well deserved I’m sure.

Ouch @Dutchess_III, yeh I see now :s