dang...i wasn't a bad kid...juss very bold & daring I like to say...so that led me to many a beatings....my mom's specialty was the belt..but she'd use anything...shoes, her feet, her fists (neva an open hand, smh), she'd pinch, etc etc...juss diabolical...tho i neva got a switch, dat was reserved 4 my younger brother
and my dad juss enjoyed using his bare hands...he'd grab u with one hand & juss beat u...and he had those ruff African (Ghanaian) dry hands..forget a belt..his hands felt like leather!..as we got older, he progressed to dragging & throwing (you)...I remember one time I ran from him..he caught me..slammed me against the door & flung me ova a chair..when he's on a war path..he's on a real war path..
but oh well, I don't get beat no mo'!...now I'm almost his size..height wise..and I weigh more..so it's like toe to toe fighting...1 time we took it from his room..down the hall to my room..into my younger brother's room..had to get my mom to tear us apart (honestly, I was winning this fight..i think thats y she stopped us..)..I suffered a busted lip and some torn clothes...but uhh, that was the last time either of them tried 2 whoop my **** (my dad only tackles me now...takes my legs out..damn weak knees)
but i thank them for their beatings...cuz like they told me when I was younger..."we only beat u cuz we love u"..(tho, i dont need THAT much love nemore)..which is true..i woulda done who knows what if I hadn't thought first bout **** whoopin's
My mother only hit me like twice both times with her hands. I guess she was a softie, she'd always have me pick a nice switch but she'd never use it thank God
Belt
Belt Buckle
Extension cord
Coat, clothes hanger (both metal and plastic)
fists
open palm
comb
brush
dog leash
cutting board
switch
random piece of metal
slipper
Steve maddens
plastic trash can
picture frame
Yeah one could say I was a lil bit bad. One thing I wanna know. Why ur parents always talk when they beat u. Is like they beat u and try to teach u a lesson at the same time. I mean I can only concentrate on one thing at a time: the pain or your words. Then sometimes they try to be slick wid it. *BAM* Don't *BAM* Ever *BAM* Do *BAM* That *BAM* Again, you hear me?
Umm pretty much anything that was in sight but when I was younger it was usually with the belt but now days thinks have changed and if I do get hit its pretty random
for the longest time growing up it was just me and my two younger sisters and being that my mama was straight outta the country we got the ultimate switch...........for those that dont know thats three switches braided together with a rubber band on the end..talk about feel the burn. we also got a variety of belts, chokes, shoes, wooden spoons, fly swatters, the old school wooden paddel (passed from generation to generation....it actually has evreyone's name carved in it) and whateva was close enough for her to throw
by the time my brother was born i had hit my preteen years and was too calm down for her to lay a hand on...she tried to punch me but i wasnt having that...i was too close to hitting her back so i moved outta her house and in with my dad
I never really did get hit that much, even though i was a lil smart ****...But when i did get hit it was usually with the belt (she did it infront of my friends one time), i've been slapped, punched...thats about it
