Living in the private hell of my mind. Never knowing when my Step Dad would unleash violence against my Mom. Kids should never have to hear their Mother scream for help as a crowbar is being raised to hit her.

My dad made me brush my mouth out with soap. I was young, maybe, 6 or7. He left me alone to do it. I had just had some baby teeth out and I brushed til blood came and left it in the sink so that he would feel sorry for me. The evil mind of a child. He had all sorts of really good ones. He caught me and my sisters smoking,he never said a word until the next day we were in Disneyland and he made us stand in a row and gave us each a smoke and we had to smoke them in front of all the nice people, Mickey and all them.

My mother holding me by the hand while I was running around trying ever so diligently to make her laugh so I wouldnt get a spanking. Most of the time it worked :)

When I played in the cigarette butts... Must have been 4-5. My aunt Lisa did the whole "this is going to hurt me more" schpiel, and spanked me. Why will I never forget it? Well, she was SO CALM. No warning signs. I was also VERY embarassed. I tried my hardest not to cry, and ended up crying silently.

I can relate to skeeter's answer. My Dad forcibly rubbed soap in my mouth on one occassion, only once though I think he got it in the ear from my Mom about that one. I think it was the first time I ever swore at him, that was why!

The one and only time my mother hit me, she chased me around the table with a leather belt... i was laughing as i thought she was joking (i was about 13 at the time) but she was serious!! when she swung the belt she missed and hit me on the hand and cut my hand. She felt so guilty about it.. and i have to say i milked the situation to make her feel worse!! ooh i was BAD! lol.. luckily my parents weren't into hitting me for the sake of it. They tended to punish me by stopping treats etc.

Yes i got the 2 inch leather belt beating and from the top of my back to the bottom of my legs were black bruises...mind you i deserved it

i got a whipping once before I did anything . I still think it was unfair

The feather duster. Mum hit me so hard once that it left marks on my leg, which turned into bruises. Several days later she saw them and asked me how I got them. When I told her she had done it, she was really embarrassed. Funny, though, she told the story once to people, but remembered it as happening to my brother.

When i was about 8 i did something quite bad and i thought if i go home and tell my mother what i did i wont get into so much trouble and all she said to me was go and put your pj's on and come back down stairs so i thought i had got of with it, i came back down stairs and she told me i was grounded for the entire summer holidays unless i went anywhere with her and then she told me to bend over the arm of the sofa and she pulled my bottoms down and beat my backside with a leather belt she gave me the belt as a reminder of what i had done and i couldnt sit down for nearly 3 weeks and my bum was black, to this day i cannot for the life of me remember what i did for that punishement!

When I was in day care, a friend and I got put in time out. We turned around and stuck our tongues out at each other, but this mean lady that worked there onlys saw me, so she made me wash my mouth out with soap... I thought you only did that to kids who said a bad word... xP

When I was probably 10 years old, my mom said to me "pick up your room". I replied "it's too heavy". She pulled every drawer out, wiped everything off my dresser, desk, etc, and even flipped my matresses onto the floor! I had to really pick up my room then!

whipped with a switch

Full disclosure..I was a "goody two-shoes" child..first born, very shy and introverted..wanted to please all the time. I don't remember any memorable punishment..I don't remember being punished! :(

The spanking I got for lying. I learned the hard way... don't lie because you will wind up being "bit" inthe butt by the lie!!

Kneeling outside the classroom for the whole day for doing science homework in Maths class. Later I became my teachers pet. haha

My mom spanked us with a ping pong paddle, and the reason i say it is the most memorable is because she still has it and everytime i see it i have flashbacks!

I stole candy from the corner store and got caught. My dad made me go back to the store, give it back, and apologize. Boy, did that teach me my lesson! I got ice cream after from the guy I stole it from, though. I guess that was his way of forgiving me.

Getting spanked with a piece of window frame.

There were several at the hand of my step-mother, for minor infractions or something she "thought" we did. But the worst was the last one I got, and the deciding factor that I would leave home and never go back. She picked up a two by two in my dad's shop and beat me with it, literally, all the way across the yard and into the house.

too traumatic...

My mom made me eat a warm lettuce and mayonnaise sandwich for whining about food.

I was 6 years old. My parents owned a small cafe downtown, about 2 blocks from a ferry that went across the river to our neighbourhood. After school I went to the cafe and was allowed to go to the park until it was time to go home...one day I wandered. I went to watch the ferry and a woman, being concerned, asked where I lived and then took me there...across the ferry! My parents, meanwhile were losing it in town, police looking for me everywhere. My dad came home to check if somehow I went there, he found me in the neighbour's yard in my bathing suit playing on a slip N slide. He called me home and immediately took me over his knee and spanked me HARD three whacks through my wet bathing suit. The reason this was so memorable was because that was the only time in my life any of us were ever spanked or struck...my father was not a violent man at all, he was just so scared...

We had an airing cupboard, just bigger than a 10 year old child. It was pitch black and tiny. I remember being shut in it once, for lying about burning my dad's signed football shirt (I know, i know. I was an awful kid) I was terrified and just remember banging on the walls, screaming to be let out. I'm still a little claustrophobic, but that was the turning point in my life. Now im glad he did it, as otherwise i'd probly be in juvy right now.

quite a lot really...not because i was a dodgy kid, but my upbringing was rather strict. there was one time when i wet my pants (whoosh)when i was 6, so my uncle let me stand outside the house without pants nor briefs, what's even embarrassing was that we had a shop back then, and people would see me and laugh. another time was when me and my cousin fought, the same uncle made my and my cousin hug for an hour or two in the living room, and both of us were crying. ...my uncle has changed dramatically though.

My Mom, locked me in the garage/backyard one night in the winter. It doesn't get that cold here, but all I was wearing were jeans and a tshirt. I didn't sleep at all that night and I was freezing.

I dont remember exactly what I did, I was pretty young. My dad made me kneel on a board while holding out 2 books using outstretched arms. Doesnt sound hard but try it... take one book in each hand and hold your arms completely outstretched like airplane wings and try to keep them there LOL. It hurt, that's all I remember! My parents were beat when they were growing up and my dad liked the military punishments I guess LOL. Its fine though, I love my dad very much, its not like he's a bad person that is just how he was brought up.

I was forced to read Lord of the Flies, and write a book report on it and the life of William Golding. Wierd I know, but I would have prefered a good whipping. I still hate that book.

i was trying to show off to my neighbor after thinking i was king of the world when i learned how to ollie.(thats jump my skateboard up a curb for those who are not familiar with skateboard terms)I was looking at the truck as he rounded the court i lived on as a child. as i was crossing the street he was accelerating but could not see me because he was hunched over the passenger side looking for something. He missed my performance and i decided its better to practice something dangerous before a performance.

the most memorable punishment was told to me by a friend from Sierra Leone. his father had him "picking the corn" when he was a bad boy. that meant standing motionless for a very long time. he would stand on one leg bent over with the other leg raised behind him. one arm would reach for imaginary corn in front of him and the other arm would be raised behind him. this is very uncomfortable. i much prefer spankings.

Being locked in a cellar without lights on :)

My parents took my hairspray away. It was the 80's. I wouldn't out without half a bottle in my hair.

I had my first car taken away for disobeying my Mother.

The worst I've ever had was a spanking for saying sucks. All the other times I just play the "retarded" card. And the only real difference is my maturity is 3-4 years behind my true age. So I get away with a lot! :)

When i was 2 years old, i was grounded, for following the older boy adrianne down to this creek...where he left me with my cheese i had with me...my parents told me not to, but he said i would be back before they knew it....he tormented me...but i found my way back to the neighbor lady's house where she gave me strawberry candies, and then my mom found me and i was put up in my room...i remember staring out the window bawling...

Having an umbrella broken over my head for staying out at night.

I was 16. Late to come home by 23 minutes. Dad said "Take your clothes off, so they don't get ripped". First belt, and then a tv cable did the job teaching me. Back, legs, arms, neck - I was a dark purple bleeding wreck. I still have those scars, my soul is still wailing, and I'm still trying to forgive them.

I've been punished a lot when I was a child. Last month my mum hit me in the back of my head with a broom stick.

I hadn't cleaned up and tidied a screened patio where I played during the day as my parents had asked. After asking me several times, my dad finally had it and packed all of the toys into this tall toy cupboard and put the whole thing out on the street for the trash pickup. I learned to take my parents seriously when they said to pick up after myself.

I was 10 and lied to my father. After my spanking, I never lied to him again - God rest his soul.

My father spanked me when I was seven. I remember it because he only did it once.

When I was 8 I snuck out of the house and when I came back home, I thought I had gotten away with it. But then the light turned on, and my dad was sitting in the living room. He stood up, took off his belt, and told me to come over there, then he leaned me over the sofa arm, and whipped my butt untill it turned red!!! I never snuck out again!

i didn't get in trouble often, but when i did, i had to deal with brutal humiliation. like i once had to wear a sign in the middle of the mall saying "i've been a naughty girl. IGNORE ME". hehe lol. i was pretty mad that day. i was like eight or so. ahhh the joys of childhood...

I cursed at my aunt and ran in my room. When my room didn't come up right away I thought I got away with it. So I went to go take a bubble bath, and I had my leg out the tub [it was THAT relaxing] and then out of NO WHERE, my mom walks in grab my ankle, swung me upside down and started whupping my ass with a belt, while I was upside down. It was like a bubbly massacre.

I was 15.. when my teacher made me kneel in front of the kindergarten students for not doing my homework

I know this may sound petty to some but, I will NEVER forget how I felt that day. Back in elementary school we recieved letter grades i.e. An S meant satisfactory and a U meant unsatisfactory. One report card I brought home had a U-. I was very capable of earning a better grade...I don't remember why I got the U- but, I do remember the punishment. Let me tell this, if we earned a S we got $1, a S+ got us $2. I had mostly S's and a couple S+'s on that report card. When it came time to discuss the U-, my Dad gave me a lecture about how I could do better and how they were very disapointed in my lack of effort. He said instead of spanking me he was going to give me a shake. He shook me, prett gently too. I was more upset that I disappointed my parents...and the punishment was NOTHING compared to that.

got a round of spankings, for pulling on tree branches

i had to go pick switches (long branches from a weeping willow tree) and if i didn't get a good one i got twice the welps. those things hurt like hell. but i did start listening, and behaving if that says anything.

A walloping on the back of my legs by a teacher in front of everyone for something I didn't do. I was so mortified and hurt I ran away from school and went home. I was about 8.

Being kicked out of the house in the middle of a winter blizzard at minus 20 degree Celsius, clad only in my pajamas and barefeet. I was only about 7 years-old, and my father got really mad at me because I messed up the haircut he was giving me by pushing away the scissors from my head (I didn't want to get my hair cut). I started balling after he spanked me and I kept protesting, so he put me out into the backyard and did not let me in for a good ten minutes or so. The tears from my eyes fell down my face and froze to my skin and I shook miserably from the freezing cold. :(

I remember a couple of times. One was I was sent to my room while everyone else was outside, for pushing my brother in a brook. (my Dad saved his life). Another was a ruler was broken over my sister and my butt for not cleaning our room properly. When we got home from school our bed (we shared a full size bed) was tipped up on it's side and we knew we were in for it. We were also made to go outside in the middle of winter with no shoes on our feet. I'm sure it wasn't for long, but I sure do remember it. I guess my worse punishment was my Dad giving my brother the belt on the back of the legs because he stole my penny collection. I told on him. That was more punishment to me than to my brother. I never told on him again!

I made the mistake of saying "Peep!" after being told not to make another peep. Got 3 cracks with the board in the kitchen. Never talked back after that one!

My father (dead now) tied my hands to a pole in the garage and beat me with anything he could reach. After it was over I could barely walk.

I was about 16 or 17 and had gotten what to me back in those days was alot of money. It was around 300 or 400 dollars for something I think my birthday I don't even remember. QAnyway my dad and I had an arguement over something stupid as usual and I packed my stuff and ran off to my grandfathers house. (my mom's dad was more a father to me than my own father) Anyway When I got there his apartment looked like it could use a good paint job so I went out and spent almost all of the money on buying paint and trying my best to paint his apartment for him. When I got home and my dad found out what I did he beat me senseless with his belt and then told me I needed to find somewhere else to live because he was tired of my useless ass.

my mum wouldnt talk to me or give me eye contact when i ran off and got married, it was awful

I'm not sure if it's the most memorable, but I guess it's pretty memorable. I was 4 at the time; I used to go to this house during the day because the lady babysat me and 10 other kids. Well her son, who was 12 at the time, said "Shit!" and that evening at the dinner table, clueless me said "shit you!" to my dad and I got sent to the corner. My dad wouldn't let me explain that I didn't know what shit meant.

Literally getting my head put through my bedroom wall for writing on it with crayon. THinking about it now, its pretty damn funny... But then it wasnt!

Me and my siblings had a period of time when we got into trouble quite often, so my mother started moving our bedtime up thirty minutes as punishment. Let's just say we were in the bed at broad daylight for about two weeks in highschool!!! It was so embarrassing trying to lie to our friends about it!!! We laugh about it to this day!

my dad made me stand on the stairs for an hour and i was not allowed to sit down. it suckedddd

THE ONES I DIDN'T EARN. MY BROTHER WOULDN'T ADMIT HE DID IT SO WE ALL GOT PUNISHED. IT HAPPENED A LOT.

MY parents used a small Mexican whip they called a "quirt." Stung like heck.

There was a girl in our neighborhood that we wouldn't play with because she was pretty mean to us. We openly shunned her once and she went and told her mom that we were cursing at her. She told our moms and my sister and I got in so much trouble!

I got beat because i didn't close the fridge door. O.o

lock me inside the cold cold dark dark washroom :(

well i was in the 5th grade, i took something to school that i wasnt supposed to becuase it wasnt mine, then the teacher took it away....i got my rear end tore up, but i never lied to moma again

Being spanked with a fire place shovel when I was about five years old.

When I was in third grade, I didn't know my multiplication tables, so my dad created this giant grid that went up to twelve on both sides and I had to sit there at the dining table on a Saturday and finish the whole thing without any help from anyone. I couldn't go outside until I was done. I remember throwing a big fit because I really hated math. It took me a couple of hours but I finished it. I guess I'm a better person for it but I hated it and my dad for it at the time.

hello, i was a teenager, my father wouldnt allowe me to read in bed,so one night i slipped a lamp under my sheets and fell asleep with the lamp still on,the next morning i got up got dressed and ran over to my friends house, a while later,my other friend came over and said,your dads looking for you,it seems i left the lamp smoldering in my bed,it smoked a little bit but no fire. my dad whacked me on the butt with a twelve inch frying pan!ill never forget that!

umm... let me think.. a slap on the ass when i was real young.. it always scared me... lol.. it didn't hurt, it was just the shock that did it..

My most memorable punishment was when I was about five years old. I can't remember exactly what I'd done, but Mum told me to go to her room and wait for her. When she came in she was holding a nappy and a pair of my old baby pants, which she then put me into. She made me stay in them for the rest of the day. I was so ashamed.

Strap... Wooden spoon... and getting kicked out I have been hit for punishment also.

I think I was 4 or 5 & these boys at my grannies had been picking on me & my grandpaw thought it was cute to tell me if someone told me to do something I didn't want to do to say " piss on you" I guess in his own way he was trying to teach me to take up for myself or ag on a beating one not sure but when I got home that evening I was watching TV & my dad wanted me to go to my room so he could watch TV(back then you only had 1 in the house if you were lucky to afford it) & I looked at him & said "piss on u" I'll never forget that look in his eyes ( I swear I think the devil jumped in his body) & he looked around & said what did u say so I said it louder & then I remember him saying I'm going to bust ur a** & I remember thinking I can run faster I'm smaller(wrong) because I remember him picking my up by my left arm & wearing my butt out & it was one of those deep painful butt bustings that made you gasp while crying. Bad thing was I got it again when he ask me who told me to say it & it was his dad that told me to but he didn't believe me.

i wont write for my punishment but for a friend's little bro it was a day in a friend's house many years ago we were playing and his little 7-year-old bro made little noise his mother woke up and started hitting him with her leather spiked belt

I was often traumatized by circumstances that surrounded me in my childhood, but i was never directly punished for anything relating to my own behavior or expression of character, emotions, beliefs or attitudes.

My mom and Dad were gone to church and we kids I think it was 3 out of the 5 were home and fighting. It was an older home in CA so there was an add on in the back of the house which was my room with a window to the other room which was my brother's room. They were making faces at me and taunting me so I had my feet against the window and was kinda kicking at the window which they had their faces against. I broke the window and glass went into my ankle. I was bleeding to death...so I thought...but it was alot of blood. y parents came home and all was so quite because we were in the bathroom and my older brother had a turniqet on my foot. I told my mom I had been asleep on the bed and rolled over and boom...my foot accidently went thru the window......she said, "Yeah....right." I was punished by having to do the dishes for 2 weeks. I was about 8.......when I had kids that is what I punished them with too. They used to hate that the worst so they tried hard to not get into trouble. They talk about that punishment to this day......

So I punched my brother in the face. Mom says dad's going to beat me when he gets home. Dad gets home and I decide I'd rather run away. I'm hightailing it out the back door. The door bangs open behind me, I hear him yell, look back over my shoulder, BAMM!! Ran smack into a tree. God punished me.

When I was about 12 I decided to skip school and go to the mall with a friend; ofcourse I got busted; my mom marched back to school and after school when I got home she told me to go to my room and wait for her. She left me up there for about 30 minutes and the came in and told me to put my hands on the wall. pulled out a strap and spanked me good. My mom doesn't believe in hitting and felt terrible but I guarante you I never skipped school again.

My father hitting me with his leather belt.

Probably the time my mother spanked me in my early teens (14 or 15 maybe) when my bare bottom was on display for others to see for up to a half an hour!!! After my mom confronted me about what I did wrong and told me she was going to give me a spanking (don't remember what I did, defiance maybe? I had a huge chip on my shoulder back then) she grabbed me by the arm, marched me over to the living room sofa, sat down, ordered me drop my pants & undershorts and lay myself across her lap. Once i did that she then would bring one leg over the back of mine, locking me into a scissor like position to where I couldn't move and use her non-spanking hand to hold me down by pressing on my back and had me put my hands up by my head. This was standard procedure for her to spank me. This wasn't even the worst part of it (yet)! She had a wooden paddle of maybe less than 1/4 of an inch thick heavily wrapped in electrical tape that she shared with a woman (to spank her kids) who lived across the hallway in our apartment complex. Initially thinking the paddle was in our apartment she then hollered for my sister (only 3 years younger than me) to go and bring her the paddle which she kept in a kitchen drawer. My sister said it wasn't there. This began to irritate my mom even more, thinking maybe one of us hid it from her or something? When my sister and I said that we didn't touch it (would've meant a spanking for her and additional licks added to my impending spanking) my mom sent her over to the neighbors to see if she had it, warning us both that we better be telling the truth! She did have it, borrowed it to use on one of her kids a couple of days before. However she was in the bathroom and told one of her kids to tell my sister she'd look for it when she was done, which took forever! So there I was lying across my moms lap in waiting, mooning the ceiling in the mean time. My mom wasn't going to spank me without the paddle! She wasn't about to hurt her hand! As she would say "this is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me"! Nor was she about to let me loose at that point as she felt I would flee the scene, maybe hoping she'd forget about it and not spank me later on. Trust me, i knew better! I knew that wasn't going to happen and that it was in my best interest to cooperate & take it like a man because I'd get it much worse if not! I even remember asking my mom (after a few minutes of laying there waiting) to maybe postpone my punishment untill the neighbor brought it over and let me get up for awhile? I'd stay right there in the living room untill she did come by with the paddle. Then I'd let her pull my pants back down & turn me back over her knee when that happened? That resulted in her giving me a few good hard slaps on my butt with her hand and a not so friendly response from her to shut up and don't move a muscle untill she said so! The neighbor lady eventually came over (about 20 minutes or so later) and handed it to my mother personally. After all that waiting time she finally began to paddle me! While the spanking itself hurt pretty bad (left me with 2 flaming bright red colored butt cheeks and yeah I was crying!) it was having my kid sister and the neighbor lady see my bare butt and that they knew what was going to happen to me is what embarrassed me the most! The spanking itself didn't occur in front of them nor did anyone see my front side (aside from my mom maybe for a brief second or two before and afterwards during my lowering and pulling back up of my pants process). That is why it was most memorable to me. It was definitely the longest spanking i ever had to endure (time wise) from pants down to pants up. Laying there across my moms lap in that position for about 20 minutes or so was very awkward and uncomfortable! The "actual" spanking itself only lasted maybe a minute or two in length. I don't know how many licks she gave me (probably about 20-25 but seemed like a million). It wasn't the only spanking i got from her that was out in the open either! I've even been spanked in front of other people (just adult relatives). My mother didn't believe in protecting my modesty in those situations as she felt it was part of my punishment to be embarrassed as well as feeling the stinging pain of a spanking. Looking back I kinda wish she would've at least sent me to my room & "let me have it" in private where no one else had to know or see it! If i had to be spanked, especially at an older age, then at least respect my privacy.

I didn't get spankings...I got whippings, by my stepfather over any little infraction, whether real or imagined. He whipped me with a switch until my legs bled and sent me to bed without supper because HE ran over my little brother's (half-brother) toy with the car. Somehow I was always responsible. I was 4 or 5.

I was about 5 and my mom swung a coat at me. It didn't hurt at all but the zipper cut my head a little, just enuff to make it bleed, and I milked it for all it was worth

Two stand out: One writing an essay about my behavior I did, how it was wrong and what I can do to fix it. And two, having a police offer waiting for me when I got home rom school and a lil something illegal was found in my room. I didn't get arrested he was a family friend but it scared me!!

my mother would make me and my sisters sit on seperate chairs in the living room, we weren't allowed to talk or move and we weren't allowed to watch T.V., the most memorable one was when she forgot we were punished and left us in the living room for 3 hours while she cleaned the house and then asked us why we were being so good and quiet..lol

By belt,by broom,kicks,slaps and anything that was at hand!I was used to it as it happened regularly!

My mom's asshole boyfriend was watching my sister and I while mom was gone one day. My sis and I were doing up some dishes and I started singing 'I'm to sexy' and we were dancing around and having fun with it. He came in and made me write 1000 times 'I will not make fun of my sister'. He thought I was making fun of her by singing that song! That is the most memorable punishment I've ever had, mostly because of the ridiculousness of it.

My father walking on my body.Yeah thanks Dad,coz of you I'm a tough guy now.

worst or most memorable ... well, this wasn't the worst thing that my dad did to me ... its not even up there! but .... i was 13 and i'd gotten into a fight at school because someone was bullying my little brother, when i got home my dad had gotten back from army training and he grabbed me by the neck and threw me down into the celler. he then picked me up again and dragged me to the water butt we had down there which collected the rain water from outside and stuck my head in it and held it there untill the bubbles stopped, he then pulled me out took of my shirt and his belt, tied me to the support post so that my back was exposed and went nuts with his belt. when left me there with no heat, food or water for 3 days ... i HATE that man!!!

Well, I think kicked in the back of the head down the front steps rates right at the top for me.

Two come to my mind........ My sisters and I refused to clean our bed rooms... we went to school and when we got home or rooms were spotless! We were very happy until we went to play, we had no toy, notta, mom bagged up everything we did not clean, she told us she threw everything away, we had limited clothing for two weeks, we came home one day and there were piles of our stuff in the middle of our bed rooms, she gave it all back with the condition that if we did not keep our rooms clean the next time she'd really throw it all away. The second one that comes to mind is when my sister skipped school, she had to kneel in the corner holding books in font of her a half hour, if she tried to put the book down another was added.... she never skipped again, or at least she never got caught again LOL

Eating soap, bar soap and liquid soap. Bar soap is better, doesn't linger for as long... eeeeeewwwww look mum, I'm blowing bubbles again.

Locked in a basement for a few days without food or water. I asked my Mom for some food. I think I was three.

i was maybe 7 or 6 my dad told me to clean my room and i said "but its Saturday" oh he got so mad he broke my book shelf and hit me with a broken part of it. instead of it teaching me a lesson i flipped over my mattress[trust me it wasn't easy i was a shorty] and he just hit me again with a hanger =/

Barney and teletubbies. I think forcing love and sunshine on me, made me become a scrooge.

Switches. They are more painful than a belt. If my brother and I were fighting and my mother said she was getting a switch it was time to shut up or you'd have welts on your legs for a week.

Standing in front of all class students and telling what I made mistake!

I got spanked only once in my life. I don't remember why..but my mom broke a wooden spoon over my butt. I couldn't sit for a week.

My mom disowned me when I broke up with a boyfriend that she loved. Even thou I did love him, it made me stick to my guns all the more. That was the most emotionally impacting punishment I fell now like I cut off my nose to spite my face. But she also used to hit an vebally abuse. I t felt like she wamnted to break me so I rebelled even more more trying to prove that at the end control was mine, even it if was only over myself.

When she was really mad, my mother would tell me to go to the basement and bring back a stick for her to spank me with. Of course, she never struck me 'cause I would go to the basement and just stay there and be a quite as possible and hope she would forget about me. I spent many hours in that basement. Oh, one time I remember that she told me to go to the basement and get a stick for her to spank me with and then she added, "and get one with a nail in it!"

The look on my parent's faces: disappointment.

I didnt have a 16th birthday. I screwed up so bad in school that when the day of my birthday came..I received no cake, no presents, nadda. :/