worst whipping

pete black

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what did you do to get the worst whipping of your childhood? i remember 3, all deserving:

1. windup train with the main spring driving the wheels. wound it up once and stuck wheels in my sisters hair. i think she still has a bald spot.
2. gas floor furnace, same sister. held a coat hanger near to furnace and then touched it to sister. again still bearing scars, both of us this time.
3. ever run from your mom to avoid a whipping. don't get caught.
 
My late father found a leather stud strap in the yard, picked it up and
whipped me with it for leaving it out.
I never used a stud strap, I always used a lead rope.
 
Brother an I cut all of the twines off the bales on the top layer of hay in the barn- figureded it would be easier to feed if we didn't have to take it off first. Re-baling it all in the barn added to the lesson.

Another time, we were sitting in the back door shooting a bunch of young bulls with BB guns. Brother figured we could get them in a cross fire if he went down to the barnyard gate. This worked real good until we both plugged one in the jewels at the same time. The bull went through the gate Jim was using for a gun rest. The top hinge broke off, and the big oak gate pinned him under it. About a dozen bulls went past the kitchen window about the same time G-dad was looking out. When he got to the barn, I was trying to lift the gate off of my brother. Not a big deal CSI, and the old razor strop was put to good use. I think we got the last bull back about a week later.
 
I knew before I did a whoopin worthy thing if it would be worth it or not.I can say they were worth it,and sister related also.I did run from my Mom one time long enough to get her wind down,and she only got in 3 or 4 good licks.Good Times.I deserved every time I got one from Mom or Dad.
 
It was always the ash cleaning shovel that hung on the end of the cook stove that tanned my rear. All dad had to do was rattle it and I straightened out. I stuck my hand back there to try to stop it one time and ended up with a swollen hand. I don't remember why he used it on me but i'm sure I deserved it every time. Jim
 
Once, after my younger brother got a light spanking, he turned around and told dad "that didn't hurt". After the second spanking dad asked him if that one hurt. Little brother sobbed "yeah".
 
I can relate to #3. (BTDT)

To traumatized to remember the reasons.

My dad's great advice in life was treat your woman well son, you got ‘a sleep sometime....
 
Was whipped (beaten, really) by my dad when I was about 10 or so for something I didn't do; I think he must have scared himself by his savagery because he never again hit me, but the threat was always there. I'm 68 years old and the whipping and his general attitude has affected my whole life. I don't obsess over it and go months/years without thinking about it, but the memory is back in there somewhere.
 
The worst whipping I can remember was in school because I would not cut my hair back in the late 60s early 70s. But that was also the last time the principal got away with it since my dad told him flat out if all you can find wrong with my son is his hair you WILL LEAVE HIM ALONE. Found out years later I paved the way to that school not forcing guys to cut there hair. Now then get this. In July of that same year I also got a crew cut NAVY type as in boot camp.
 
When I was a kid my grandad, uncle and Dad hand milked a few cows. We each were allowed a gallon of milk a day after my grandmother separated the cream. I was taking our gallon to the house and got distracted. My mother found the bucket after it had set out in the hot sun all day. I think that peach tree died because of all the limbs that were worn out on me. To this day I appreciate that they loved me enough to try to make me toe the line.
 
Not a whippin but I sure do know what Lava bar soap tastes like. And for the life of me don't remember what I said.
 
i got whipped with razor strop four strips thick broke two before my grandmother was finished whipping me also had to wash my mouth out with soap
 
The most handy thing when I was growing up was those orange hot wheel tracks. I think I deserved all that I got but man was I sore.

Leonard
 
Mine that I remember were about feeding the hogs. Dad had this idea that it was better if he made us cut our own switch I hated that. Another thing Mom and Dad did was let you think about it for about 3 days before you got your whipping,I hated that too. My oldest brother would never cry, he said he wouldn't give Dad the satisfaction. Which seemed counter productive to me. Personally I started squalling when he said it was time. Me and my back side didn't have that much pride. My next younger brother would take off to our grand parents house and stay there till things blew over. I can see and hear him running out the back and hitting the screen door and Mom hollering out "You just wait till your Daddy gets home". He never did get a whipping over there that was sanctuary. He ended up staying over there most of his childhood.
Now my Children Were completely different. MY daughter only got two spankings in Her life. My Son would get that many in an hour. In fact that is still his Sisters pet name for him "Spankin".
Ron
 
I got my share but one of the most memorable was when an extra ornery boy got it in a 2 room country school where my formal training began. I don't remember what he did but I remember his attitude. Teacher took him out in the vestibule and we all heard "whack, whack, whack". Pretty soon they walked back into the room, he was a tough kid who acted unfazed, even swaggered with his walk.
 
(quoted from post at 01:21:12 01/12/13) The most handy thing when I was growing up was those orange hot wheel tracks. I think I deserved all that I got but man was I sore.

Leonard

Thought that only happened at our house. Those things made a "swish" swinging through the air. Couldn't loose em all either, I bet my little brother and I had a 1/4 mile of track. The one that stuck out the most was the swats in 2nd grade. Got a few with a wooden paddle for talking in class. Mom said "If you get one at school, you'll get it again at home, and it'll be a whole lot worse". Man, I don't know how she never found out about that. Scared me straight for a loooooong time hoping she wouldn't. Mark
 
My two brothers and one & only sister got it mostly from our mom and she used a yard stick. When dad came in with the yard stick he meant business. A person that deserved a whipping when they were younger I have noticed will laugh about it when they're older. It's the abuse that gets not laughs.
 
You always knew my dad was really mad when he made you get your own switch. I hated that too. I mostly got it for playing when I should have been doing chores.
 
You're darned right about that, a good friends family did things to their kids that were way beyond civil, hung one of them in a barn for beatings, he just offed himself not long ago right before christmas. The parents/guardians involved were not even good enough for prison, they should have been executed for the things they did, mean miserable downright rotten people.
 
Leonard , we got the same treatment with the hot wheels track, didnt take long before we hid all of it. Bill
 

I can only vaguely remember spankings, but I do remember beatings. The worst was when my younger sister was mouthing off to my dad, and he went after her in a rage, really slapping here around, and she was trying to get away, I was probably sixteen at the time, and I went to her defense and pulled him off. He went at me then, still in a rage, beating me with a closed fist, then told me to get out. When I got outside I realized that he had been giving me all he had and it hadn't hurt, so I went back in and confronted him and we went at it again until he lost his wind, and told me to get out. I went and stayed at the HS principal's house for about a week.
 
Mom was trying to punish me (and rightfully so...) and I resisted. She said "Fine. Your dad is on his way home..." The wait for that was bad enough, but he had a means of making us think about it. We had to go out in the front yard and "pick a stick" Basically, pick the stick you want whipped with (yes, this is a whipping, not a beating in the sense of today"s world). Usually, the search for the stick was the worst as he would not put it all into us. However, this day he proved his point. May have been the last whipping I received too!
 
While I can say I got a lot of spankings as a kid I can't say my folks beat me. UD is right.

A friend and I were messing around at his place while his dad was enclosing a porch. I don't remember what he did but his dad went after him with a chunk of 2X4. Broke his arm. Sad thing was back in the early 60's his dad got away with it.

Another family live down the block from us. 2 daughters and a son. The oldest girl and my sister were best friends and in 70 the younger one I and started hanging out. My first real girl friend (we were both 15). I was at her house and she back talked her mom. Well her mother got a belt and told her to drop her shorts. Started to leave and her mom told me to stay. She spanked her bare back side right in front of me. I really felt sorry for her and she was very embarrassed. She told me later that if any of them got in trouble that her parents made them bare themselves and spanked them right them regardless of who was there. Couple of weeks later her older sister got the same treatment while I was there. I have always felt that her parents were very sick people.

Rick
 
When our mother would scold us for doing something, that was worse than the whipping. She wasn't afraid to go to bat for us. My older brother and I bought a new Dodge car in 1949 and we were both in high school. A car load of us drove down town and this was after school. When we reached the school our principal stopped us and told me and my brother to report to his office. He suspended both of us and when I got home I told my parents. She wanted to know if any of other classmates in the car were suspended
and we told her we were the only ones suspended.

She wanted to know the name of the superintendent
of the school. We gave her his name and she called his office. We went back to school the next day. We graduated in 1951. Hal
 
I think my younger brother and I were having a "disagreement". Dad told me to get in the house. Unfortunately, I had to walk past him to get there. He grab me by the front of my jacket hard enough to break the zipper. Winters are cold in Wisconsin. I was playing ball before school, at the school playground. I hit a ball and it hit the cross member of a window in a building accross the street. It broke three pains of glass. The Principal said to bring my Dad to school with me tomorrow. We showed up together and I had known for a whole day I was going to get it. He basicly told her to stick it.
The bill was $7.50 and he turned it in to the insurance company.
 
When I was a kid, I thought that's what the yard stick was for. I didn't realize it was intended to measure things!
 
The worst whipping I got was with an old flyswatter; the kind with the metal wire for a handle. My grandmother started whipping me with reckless abandon and the swatter part came off. Metal on a bare leg hurts. I don't even remember why I got whipped, but I never forgave her for it.
 
Everything i did i guarantee i deserved. Ha ha
Dad never hit/spanked me, he just had a look that was enough. Now my mom used the 1x2 oak board that held the sliding door shut. Only time it really hurt is when i put my hands back there to try to stop it. Never did that again, just let her crack my butt like i deserved.
Rick
 
far too many incidents to rank them.

We used to get a the spatula when we were younger - which is pretty damn funny now that I think about it.

I can't imagine spanking my kids with a spatula.

It was always called the "egg turner" as we were to stupid to know a big word like spatula.

The much-feared leather belt came later in life.
 
classic whipping dance; dad grab you by the upper arm, pull you off the floor enough so your feet barely touched and you basically danced in air trying to avoid the licks.
 
One of the worst sounds of my life was that of.. the lapping sound of a leather belt being pulled through the belt loops of my dads pants.
 
Got caught in the the neighbors woods tearing up with my 1976 Honda Elsinore cr125 dirt bike. The neighbor stood on the trail with a pitch fork my buddies just rode around him and got away but I stopped cause I knew I was in trouble. He said"whats your name I'm calling the police so I told him my name, he said nevermind the police I'm calling your dad. To this day I would have been better off had he called the cops, boy did I get it good at home that night. I'm 46 now and have never forgot,and never tresspassed since.
 
My dad caught me smoking and broke a limb off a pine tree with needles attached whipped me good. I lost my craving for cigarettes. I'm 71 years old and have never smoked since. Probably the biggest favor he could have done for me.
 
It was in the 8th grade.. I got caught doing something, cant remember what it was. Teacher was an older man,bald headed.
We called him "Slick" behind his back.
Mr Slick took me out in the hall with his trusty yardstick to administer the "medicine"
First time he hit me, I asked him was that all he had. Hit me again, and I taunted him once again.Then he really went to town. I figured he would put marks on my butt and I could show it to my dad and he would raise He%%.
Went home, showed dad.. he beat my butt again for getting a whoopin in school.
Need more parents like that today.
 
Never do remember what I got beat for,but I sure do remember the bruises' and welts all over the back of my legs. I've got 3 adult sons and none of them have ever been in trouble with the law and I never whipped any of them.
 

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