What was your parents instrument of choice for disciplining you?
by 
R U Sirius
ANSWERS: 100
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Spatula
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They would take stuff away from us...like T.V. , games,etc....it worked , I think...I`m a pretty decent adult now ...I think?
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The strap.
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Wooden spoon, grounding, and taking things away.
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my stepmother used a belt
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The belt, sometimes the buckle end, sometimes the strap end.
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stick (switch) wire hanger belt anything in reach basically
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Their disappointment in me. I NEVER misbehaved in that way again. And rarely did period. (I was one of those 'good little girls' that everyone teased because she did not fit in)
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Fly swatter. The green one. Only the red one was used for flies.
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A leather belt and my baby sitter beat me with one of those skinny long tree branches.
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razor strap
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Letting me know how disappointed they were in me. That killed me.
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switch or belt
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there foot
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Anything that was in the immediate area. Once it was a shoe. =D
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Mostly the dirty looks did it for me!
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a flat ruler.
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Yelling, then Wooden spoon taken out of draw and slammed onto kitchen table. This was preceded some years earlier with using it to make some red marks on backside.
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cattle prod :p no, the worst i got was the corner of my room :'(
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Words.
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fly swatter handle, i just laughed at my mom when she hit me cuz it didnt hurt but it just got me hit more :)
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Well, they used to use a drum but my ass would just bounce up and down and I'd just laugh, so they switched with a guitar, string hurts. (Me being sarcastic of course)
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just one evil look from my mum was enough to put the fear of god in me ha!!
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Belt
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Mainly a wooden spoon on my bare butt once I turned school-age. And there was no set amount of swats, it went on until mom thought I'd learned my lesson.
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lol. something from my choice.. well they would say go get something to whoop you with.. & if i got something too soft i was in for it
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My mom used threats of my father ........when he got home. My dad never laid a hand on me nor even growled at me ,,but when he got mad at others was enough to scare me , lets just say I never talked back or sassed him even after i became an adult..
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My mom has a "look" which is a combination of disappointment and sadness. Very effective. She only spanked me twice that I recall and I deserved it both times. My stepfather..whatever was handy..switch, belt, stick, he once used a horse bridle (the bit end) and discipline had nothing to do with it. He just liked to be in control but only had the balls to exercise it on someone a lot smaller and weaker.
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All my dad had to do was give you the look...Mom just referred us to dad...
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Mostly talking and grounding, and on rare occasion being warned about the wooden spoon lol!
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My mother's weapon of choice was the yard stick, as I was running up the stairs. My father's, generally was his belt but gave us the choice of which end we wanted, among other "nasty choices". I used none of these weapons on my children.
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Removal of privileges.
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Fly swatter. Wore out at least 10, during my childhood.
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Soul-destroying yelling
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A leather belt and face slapping.
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My beloved Mom's MOUTH! She only had to use it once for each infraction.
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a belt
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The deadly torture device of over-protection.
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My Mother threw a fork across the dinner table one time and it hit me just above my lip. I had four little prong marks in that spot.
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Piano. :|
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The look.
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One parent used logic, the other a cat of nine tails.
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A slap across the ass, legs, or once across the back... That one left a mark.
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Ray-gun.
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A guitar-they would take it away when I misbehaved.
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Wait till your father gets home.
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Their words, all they would have to do is talk to me and I would crumble....lol I was a pretty well mannered kid.
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Restrictions.
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Belt, ironing cord, rope, the occasional shoe, back-hand, head pop...
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My biological mother used to use a wooden spoon with a hole in it. She used to say it hurt more with the hole.
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A grand piano.He played horribly.
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Guilt.
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My father used a belt and sometimes his fists, but my step-mother would just run her mouth. Heh!
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back scratcher, brush, belt, hand, yelling, switch off a tree, spoon, flyswatter, paddle from one of those paddle ball games - i was pretty agrivating as a kid -
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"Mano a Dairy aire"
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A belt or flyswatter. Not sure which one I dreaded more, but I'll tell you, it's a great incentive to mind.
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fathers hand, belt, slipper, wooden spoon... it was a rare occassion to actually get hit by one though
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My dad used to keep a cane in the shed.
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Belts, plastic track, hitting, screaming switches from a 6 ft long switch bush, denial of social activities in general child abuse.
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My Mother had a look should would give me but it made me laugh.so she would use a belt or a switch them switches hurt like hell
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wooden spoon
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Fists, and the trusty old verbal abuse.
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a big bamboo stick and a steel scale.
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hand and soap it about equal
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Piano! Go and practice the piano!
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Fist, foot, paddle, belt, intensive labor, verbal and psychological abuse, or bread and water for a couple of weeks.
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My father had a great backhand swing, he should have played tennis!
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I got a bare hand on my bare butt and I am thankful for my discipline now! Of COURSE I hated my dad at the time, but I've thanked him since. Correction is a wonderful thing, and I believe it reduces future criminals. Spare the rod spoil the child.
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first it was the mouth,then the hand,my father was the family disiplanarian ,when he hollered you had better listen.
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Complete and utter indifference.... didn't work very well tho.
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Those metal fly swatters usually and sometimes wooden yardsticks. Sticks laying in the yard worked, too, if the infraction took place outdoors. Seems like a wooden spoon or two at one point....guess I musta been pretty bad, huh? And never to forget...my mother's acid tongue.
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Anything he could hit us with. He beat us. But thanks to God He left this world a saved and God loving man. He changed for the better and I will see him in heaven, God willing.
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My Mother liked the wooden spoon, probably cause she was always in the kitchen. My Dad had some really original forms of punishment. He played mind games. Funny now that I look back on some of them. Smart man.
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a lecture ... the intensity n time-period of the lecture uzd to depend on the degree of wrog-doin... peace!!!
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Being smacked hard in the back of the head where it wouldn't leave visible bruising, yelling, 'the look' and guilt. EW!
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there was a number of things i was bold child 1. wooden spoon 2. wet dishcloth that was sore 3. rubber toy snake that hurt 4. or bare ass slap
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my mothers hand. and i dont even remember being that naughty!!
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Rasor Strap!
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Teaching us and setting an example of love and respect, letting us grow and make some mistakes we had to make. Telling us they were dissapointed in us when we screwed up (it produces a whloe lot more guilt than anger, and they know it). Yelling at us when we needed to damn well wake up to ourselves. Explaining things without being condescending. Giving us warnings, not letting us go out till some job was done. All that jazz :)
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My father's method was to use a belt sometimes across my back. It was horrible. There is a fine line between discipline and abuse. He did not understand the difference. On the other hand, my mother never raised her voice. She was always the epitome of calm, but when I did something wrong, she could shoot me "the look" and I always felt like pond scum.
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The good old fashioned slipper.
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good old fashioned smack on the ass
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la choncleta
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Guilt and manipulation.
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my mom used a wooden paddle and my grandmother used a tree branch!
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Whatever was handy...her voice, her hand, her foot, the dogs chain leash, the thick, gray, grounded electrical cord, an umbrella, a broom, my toys, my guitar (but when she picked it up to toss it, I told her I'd eff her up if she did anything to that guitar; she put it down), shoes, slippers.....
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They talked to me and made me feel embarrassed that I'd done something wrong in front of my other 8 siblings (also my peers!) so I would never do whatever it was again. And would tell me to learn from my mistake and not do it again. It worked for some reason. Also my Dad had this mean look where his eyes sort of bulged and he looked kind of red that would scare the crap out of anybody so we were pretty well behaved. We didn't realize it was his high blood pressure and stress that made him look that way!
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a wooden arrow (for spanking) and loss of privileges
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Whatever was handy. once my mom ripped the ball off my paddle-ball and spanked me with it. If i remember right it was for my part in a broken window.
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belts and shoes lol
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a foot long stick from my dad, knuckles from my mom, and the spanking spoon aka a wooden spoon from my aunt.
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When I was bad (which was a lot) i was never hit, never yelled at and was always left to make my own choices in life (to an extent) Grounding never worked because I would just sneak out or make my grandmothers (guardian)life a living hell in the house till I was told go outside and play. I had more energy then most kids so locking me up in the house never worked. I grew up to be a law abiding member of society, a business owner and a loving father or 4 beautiful girls. My grandmother did a fantastic job if I do say so myself :)
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I see belt and even fly swatter up here, but I haven't seen hanger. Seriously If I said something smart my mom would just glance at me then proceed to the nearest closet as I was running up the stairs and as she too was comming up stairs she would say :" WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" And when I was safly in my room I'd yell "nothing" then she would leave me alone. And I would stay in my room for about an hour. Till she had cooled down.
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Just bare hands. As a kid I was really impressed by only the threat of being hit. Later on I just raised my own fist to create some threat myself too and it worked to make them realise that I was too old for spanking.
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I was only spakned a couple times with the hand....My Mom prefered to mek me miserable instead lol
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Their hand...on my butt.
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A screaming fit of rage.
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A look. Apparently, I have inherited that glare too and can reduce my poor kids to jelly with one look!
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It started out with a wooden spoon but I remember I was about 9 whne my step father held me upside down naked while my mother hit me with the wooden spoon. I was laughing making her even more mad so they took off my Pants and she hit me even harder finally breaking the spoon over my red bottom. I was still laughing at them so my step father went and got his Blackjack (Piece of metel wrapped in leather) ya um couple of smacks from that and I stopped laughing.
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wooden pattle like thing. belt and bare hands. OUCH! can you tell i was a bad girl...
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