This will sound crazy, but I was denied a dime to buy a comic book to read while my blood was drawn. I had a weekly blood draw to monitor my Rheumatic Fever, and I was terrified of the needles. So I was permitted to buy a comic book to read, to distract me from the needle. My father had to stop at his job site to check on something on the way to the doctor's office. I got behind the wheel and was pretending to drive and messed up the settings, all of which was a big no no. So no comic book. I gritted it out, the doctor was so impressed, he gave me a dime for the comic book as a reward for being so brave.

Other than that, there was the last spanking I remember. I was about 6 and kept bugging my parents for a typewriter because I knew I could write better children's books than the Dick And Jane we were reading. My mother finally lost her temper from the nagging.

Oh, then there is the time my mother tied me to the chair out in the yard under a tree. But that wasn't so much punishment as accident prevention. I was about 4 or 5. There were drillers on site to drill the well deeper as the water level had diminished, they had this derrick rigging over the well, workers up above and occasionally dropping things. I was curious and kept wandering down, despite being told to stay away. My mother had other chores to do and finally strapped me to the chair where I could watch but be out of harm's way.

Those are the things that stand out in my memory.

My parents never punished me. I had to learn from my mistakes. Often, I wish my parents would have been more strict. It's all worked out in the end though.

Idk if it’s punishment but he certainly loved getting drunk and screaming at me for whatever reason. Then he kicked me out after my grandfather’s funeral because he didn’t want to deal with me during the divorce. I suppose that was punishment for something.

My Mother would chase me through the house trying to hit me. When she cornered me and I had no where else to run, she would haul back her arm and slap me across the face as hard as she could. My father only chased me once, trying to hit me. That was truly terrifying. My foot was broken at the time, so I had to run while wearing a walking cast!

My mother, shockingly, placed herself across my bedroom door and wouldn't allow him to enter. She had to defend her rights as the resident slapper in chief, apparently...🤣🤣🤣

Sitting on a chair in the living room and having my mother hit me in the head every time I had a tic or outbursts or her not letting me eat until I didn't have one.

I am embarrassed, Ma'am. Can we chat about in private please?
I messaged you a while ago but you never answered me. I will prove my identity and explain everything.

Beatings that I'd run away to avoid and ending up in all wrong places.

My deaf father knocked me out cold against a concrete wall with a glass picture frame hanging where my head hit the wall - he HEARD me sigh.
Fake deaf man knocked me cold for a sigh. I was about 14 and a half.

My adoptive mom is a southern woman.. that’s all I can say without creeps messaging me 😅

The belt ! And I honestly don’t know why we got the belt.

My dad would just barge in the room and just hit us

But that stopped once my sisters and I teamed up on him.

Beating

It was more neglect than punishment.

Definitely when I got my ass beat for telling the landscaper he missed a spot. My mom never spanked us so that stood out a lot in my mind lol

The silent treatment.

Ah the list is long mostly a long list of deprivation 😏

Being born.

Go to my room

Spanking. I blame my dad for making me a spanko.

Bare knee kneeling in a corner on hard navy beans for an hour.

Spankings , but it was very rare.

Their disappointment/disapproval.

Getting spanked with a flyswatter. Not often.

I'll give you something to cry about😂

bent over the arm of the sofa bare bottom and beaten with the belt