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A broken brush and a screaming child!

You know it's bad when the brush breaks before you do!!!

You know it's bad when the brush breaks before you do!!!

How do you feel about spankings??

Where you trying to discipline me???

I must have been a horrible child. I remember in my childhood being spanked… and not just a little, but a lot. In fact, I am pretty sure that I have been spanked so much, that I actually became immune to it. Spanking no longer hurt. The problem with that, it makes your parents frustrated!

Now I am not saying that I deserved it, but then again, I am not exactly saying that I didn’t deserve it. You see, when you think back to your childhood memories, some of them seem a little skewed, so your memories might not exactly be accurate to what actually happened; just merely an interpretation which has probably been embellished the more you tell the story. So, the accurateness of the story… well, let’s just say it is from a child’s perspective!

I was the youngest child in the family - well, at least at this time. My parents were a rather young couple starting off their life. We lived in a small house in the city. I don’t remember much of this house. But I do remember the floor. Maybe it was from all the times that I would throw myself down, slamming my fists to the ground and flailing my legs around in the air like a crazy mad kid. Like I said earlier, I was a horrible child.

I also remember the porch. Especially this one time when I was grounded. You see, I had an older sister who is exactly two years older than me. I am pretty sure she was never in trouble; at least not as often as I was. Well, because of our closeness in age and the neighborhood we lived in, we shared friends. I distinctly remember one of our best friends coming over to our house to play. My parents said I couldn’t play, but my sister could. I distinctly remember the fury raging through my entire body… almost to the point where I would like to throw myself to the ground; or maybe to the point where I just needed a good cry. Instead, I did neither. I pressed my face up to the screen door in the porch and growled. A low growl that I am not sure where it came from. I was jealous. I was angry. I wanted to be outside. This was a hard lesson for a child who wasn’t even 5 years old yet.

Yet, out of all the times that I was grounded, all the temper tantrums I threw, all the spankings I endured, the one memory that is the clearest is the time that my mom finally got frustrated and fed up with me. I honestly don’t remember what I did wrong. Then again, I don’t remember ever doing anything wrong. Like I said earlier - a skewed memory. This time, I was in trouble. This was obviously a common occurrence for me. My punishment - another spanking!

By this early age, I am pretty sure my butt had been calloused from all the spankings that I had received. In fact, spankings didn’t even make me cry anymore. The hard lesson to learn is, if the spanking doesn’t make you cry, don’t push your luck. In fact, you should just grin and bear it. This of course was a lesson I hadn’t learned yet; although I did grin. But I grinned a little too big and a little two loud. In fact, I downright laughed at my mom for thinking she could actually punish me with another spanking. Definitely not one of my smartest moments!

Upon my laughter breaking loose, my mother’s ears blew steam, her cheeks turned red, and I am pretty sure it looked as if her eyeballs were about to pop out of the sockets. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to hold back her own laughter or if she was more frustrated that her punishment was unsuccessful. She left the room. I thought I lucked out.

Seconds later she returned. This time, her hair brush in hand. I don’t remember much of this brush. If memory serves me correctly it was a wooden looking plastic brush with plenty of bristles to spare. Not fully comprehending the situation I was in, once again I was leaned over my mother’s knee, bare behind exposed. Out of nowhere, there was a smack as the brush contacted my skin. It stung, but no worse than her hand did previously. I still giggled a little. This forced more strength to enter my mother’s arm as she slammed the plastic brush into my rear end once again; harder and harder until I was no longer laughing. The last smack ended with a loud crack. This was not the sound of my behind breaking, but the sound of my behind being stronger than the brush. The brush had snapped in two and my punishment was over. By now, the tears were streaming down my cheeks and I am pretty sure I was screaming. My mother on the other hand, lost a perfectly good brush.

As the years have passed, I don’t really remember the reason for this spanking, but I definitely remember the experience. I did however learn something valuable from this occurrence; it is never appropriate to laugh when you are being punished. So, you should grin and bear it (but remember, hide that grin!) And if you can, try to squeeze out a few tears too!

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Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 15, 2011:

I think it was a case of the beer goggles!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 15, 2011:

Ha ha - maybe when you got dressed you unconsciously put on your booty pop without realizing that you had invested in one prior to the night gig... lol... After all, those Booty Pops give us all the attention. Ha ha

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 15, 2011:

Oh if fhey pass put it's even better! I just help myself to whatever amount I feel I deserved:)!

Yeah - that was disgusting! I mean really? The chick actually wrote 'fheir' phone number for me to call 'them' on a bar napkin. Omg! I swear, just when you think you've heard it all! I was wearing levis and a t-shirt - nothing revealing at all - so I'm thinking, jeeze why me?!!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 15, 2011:

Ha ha - that is just so wrong not to be true... lol! Although I have to agree with you - drunk people are better tippers... unless they pass out before they get a chance to tip!

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Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 15, 2011:

I was a cocktail waitress on a theater type boat - they did plays and had a buffet dinner. I always said drunk happy people are the best tippers!

That was a summer job - I also worked downtown in the Soulard area cocktailing, I made a ton of money seeking bottles of beer! Beer was a dollar a bottle then! I got some really weird customers though! One night this guy was hitting on me and I thought he was a real jerk cuz her girlfriend just went to the bathroom. Nope - she wanted to date me too! Ewwwww! If I'm lying I'm dying!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 15, 2011:

I got a job working at a bar/restaurant bussing tables... which eventually turned into dishwashing, assistant cook, waitressing, store clerk and bartender. I was pretty much a jack of all trades there. I still babysit when I could, but pretty much every weekend was taken up by that job. I barely got off for homecoming or prom. It sucked, but I made a lot of money! Especially when it came to collecting tips from drunk people. There are benefits to working in a restuarant attached to a bar! LOL Oh yeah, and no crappy pants or puking! LOL

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 14, 2011:

I really did too - but hey, I was making some money and after the kids went to bed I'd clean up really good and read or talk on the phone. It kept me out of trouble:-)! At least for a few years - then I got a work permit and worked at Hardee's! It was the only place in town that would hire you under the age of 16. It paid more per hour with no puking or pants crapping. (well usually)!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 14, 2011:

Ha ha - darn it - I can't believe I didn't think of that idea. Although I definitely spent more time babysitting than ever having a life myself. I loved those kids! They were all so cute. And I scrounged every single dollar I made! Ahhh the good times!

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 14, 2011:

Me too - my parents didn't have the money to keep 3 girls in designer wear. I babysat for everyone i knew. I had friends that I would match up if I couldn't babysit but they had to give me a cut:). Haha! I was scamming! Free enterprise right?

On holidays I made a killing. I would have all the kids at one location, have extra help and we charged each parent an hourly rate per head. Parents will pony up for New Years Eve:)!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 14, 2011:

I have had a job since I was in 6th grade. If I wanted designer clothes I either had to buy them myself... (or steal my sister's) I am glad I had to work for it. It made me appreciate my stuff much more. Even now, I find it unneccessary to splurge on that stuff. However, I sometimes do, I just treat it better because I know what it is worth! LOL And if I didn't splurge, I would have never invested in the Booty Pop... lol

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 14, 2011:

Yes you know, I noticed that everyone I admired because their parents gave them designer clothes, fancy cars (I had to work for those things) - they all turned out to be big losers! A few even suicidal and that is just sad. It just makes me think that spoiled kids never learn to cope on their own. Weird, now I'm glad I had to work for things!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 14, 2011:

The only thing embarrassing that I can say about my highschool is that it was littered with snobs. You either fit in or you didn't. There really was no room in between... lol Otherwise, they really weren't educated much about the stuff on the outside. Later on... like 10 years later... the school was on the news for being racist. It is sad. But what can I say... I come from a small town. They don't get exposed to much and it is a real shocker when you get out.

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 14, 2011:

Yeah and NOT leave the evidence that can be used against you in your desk! I skipped a bunch. My school sucked - I looked it up on Wikipedia just for kicks the other day, someone typed in the address - Meth County. Yep - that's what it is. When imwent there a writer from a news magazine did an investigation on our high school. The Headline? Smoke City! It was embarrassing to admit you attended that school.

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 14, 2011:

Yeah - you are right - writing about being good would be boring... now writing how to create wonderful works of art on school desks... that would be priceless! LOL

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 14, 2011:

Oh how I terrorized a school of 2000 students! Ha! My bff got called in to the office for drawing dirty pictures on her desks. She got caught because I left a note detailing the photos in my desk. The most popular boy In school led us to the office and we almost died when we saw all those desks lined up in the hallway! They were really funny though! I said it's Art!

No BBG that would be a boring hub:-)! Haha! I'd just be to embarrared to tell everyone - I'm only telling you!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 14, 2011:

I skipped school once - but I got called in from a friend's parent. I wouldn't skip any other way... lol... I was such a good girl like that! LOL

Maybe I should write a hub on that too! LOL

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 13, 2011:

I was kind of like I am now, always up to no good. You know, I skipped school in 5th grade once. Then I told on myself so my honesty got me a break;-) cha Ching! I just told on myself for everything and took it like a man. Threw everyone off.

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on April 13, 2011:

Ha ha - I was a horrible child! LOL - I try not to spank the kids at all. It is the last resort. But I know it didn't do anything for me so I don't think it will do anything for the kids! LOL

I am so glad because we never got spanked in school.

Kelly Umphenour from St. Louis, MO on April 13, 2011:

I can totally imagine you getting spanked a bunch BBG! Sorry but I gotta laugh because I see that grin!

I rarely spank the kids though - I'm afraid it will teach them it is ok to hit someone else when you are angry. I did get spanked a few times and I got swats in school. I think the male shop teacher was just a pervert and looked for reasons to line the girls up in the hall and give us a good spanking! I was in 8th grade for Gods sake!

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on March 28, 2011:

My husband got flicked. I never understood that. We got the good ole fashioned spank on the buts. I thought it was funny! I guess that is why my parents used to get so irritated. Glad that I was able to take you on a trip down memory lane!

Linda Rogers from Minnesota on March 28, 2011:

Childhood memories are just flowing in my mind from your story. We never got spanked but my dad liked to flick us with his finger on our heads. It actually hurt but we would laugh even harder. It was usually when all five of us kids were acting up at the dinner table. Once he came around and flicked our heads, we were roaring with laughter. He eventually laughed right along with us. Poor guy was raising five kids alone and we usually had the upper hand. LOL

W K Hayes from Bryson City, North Carolina on December 29, 2010:

Something tells me, my mom would have went for a baseball bat had she broke her hairbrush. She was hot-headed with hands of steel. Don't get me worng, she was very lovable too...but when she got herself fired up...laughing would have resulted in a busted lip with a matching goose egg. LOL I am glad you survived...or, was your mom the one that truly survived? LOL

Stacy Harris (author) from Hemet, Ca on October 26, 2010:

I think my comedian acts are from my want of attention... part of me believes I suffer from middle child syndrome... oh wait ... never mind... I was just a snotty kid. My younger sisters weren't born yet :)

Laurel Rogers from Bishop, Ca on October 26, 2010:

You were quite the little comedian, barbergirl! I can really imagine the frustration your mom felt when faced with your snotty little grins. ;)

Somehow I managed to mother my only son with one spanking, a punishment he deserved for hanging on to the bumper of an ice cream truck while on his bike. Danger was my pet peeve as a parent, and rightly so!

This may be the reason the punishment worked-I did it once and he never did such a thing again, at least not to my knowledge!

Thanks for sharing this! on October 25, 2010:

Thanks for sharing. This brought back many memories.

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