I'm curious... were you raised by beatings and belts or did your parents use a non-violent verbal method?
Public poll, please be honest.
Public poll, please be honest.
A mix of both
Belt - but I was a good kid I never needed it
My teenage years were a different story but I was too old for a belt by then

I'm curious... were you raised by beatings and belts or did your parents use a non-violent verbal method?
Public poll, please be honest.
beatings,belts and groundings that felt like prison sentences
Same here. My dad never laid a hand on us, he didn't have to.
Unfortunately when my parents divorced and my mom was just angry all the time, it went from discipline to flat out abuse.
I was never spanked with anything other than a hand tho....not as punishment.....![]()
No, I got in trouble alot, but I didn't fuck with either of them, cause well they both were not to be trifled with.It was verbal for me
My dad never really put his hands on us, all he had to do is give us (my brother and I) a look. My mom was all talk lol, she was a softie.
I was never spanked with anything other than a hand tho....not as punishment.....![]()
My parents took my video game away so I ran away and later died in a ditch.
By your parents? That must have scarred you emotionally huh? No wonder...
You and the woman see eye to eye on discipline? Or has it yet to be discussed?
No, I got in trouble alot, but I didn't fuck with either of them, cause well they both were not to be trifled with.

It has yet to be discussed. My dog has never been hit when he was misbehaving. Hopefully I'll do a good enough job with her the disciplining will be minimal.
Yeah my mom is like al pacino in a small asians woman body, she's a loud talker, not scared of anything, I talked to her last night and she got pulled over for speeding, and she always gets into it with cops, so she starts telling him that the reason he pulled her over is cause he doesn't dig on asians driving mercedess. She lays into him bout not catching drug dealers and that pulling doctors over en route to emergencies should be a crime. He threatens to take her in, so she throws her hands in up in his grill, and orders him to take her away. I guess she called his bluff, but she got nailed with over 200 in tickets.I got grounded, locked in the bathroom a few times lol. I would starve myself, see if they would feel bad, but yeah that didn't work. They knew I had to eat sometime. So I had to behave out of fear. My parents were very strict, I don't blame them now. I think I will be just as strict with my own kids some day. Scary thought...![]()
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
I also discipline my wife by punching her in the kidney when dinner isnt ready by the time I get home. Theres something wrong with her learning curve apparently.
lol
I bet she has you pussy whipped.
oh and as i got older, my dad got real creative with the punishments. he made my bro keep the trash cans from the garage in his room for weeks because he wouldnt keep his room clean,. LOL dude had all the household trash up in his bedroom lolol ewwww
or, hed take everything off shelves, drawers, closets, bedding, and pile it in the middle of the floor and say "now clean it"
fuck I got that one a few times. nothing worse than having your maniac dad tearinig your bedroom to shreds and then telling you to clean it/
once i was a senior in HS and i was a real asshole i guess (lol) and my dad finally had enough one morning when i took the clothes outta the dryer and put them onto the floor (wtf was i thinking)/. he came up and dragged me outta bed by my ear, threw me into the laundry room and proceeded to yell profanities at me pointing at the clothes on the floor then he threw a empty laundry basket at me as i was rolled up in a ball on the floor scared as shit. my mom was behind him in her robe (i remember this) yelling for him to stop. i think she thought he was so mad at me he might fucking kill me. then he threw a suitcase at me and told me to gtfo (only time he ever did that, he felt so bad about it, he apologized within minutes)
so, as you can see, i get my exlosive temper from big daddy. but im easy going like mom. so i only explode rarely
here's a pic of Happy Big Daddy
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lol...that shirt makes his arms look really short.
here's a pic of Happy Big Daddy
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Looks like a good bor.
His wife is a flip, dude if he cheats, a whipping is the best thing he could hope for.lol
I bet she has you pussy whipped.
Dude looks like a Mob underboss.
Was never really grounded, but spankage was my parents discipline method of choice for all of my brothers and I. Looking back I thank them for it, especially when I see how fucking retarded brat kids are these days.
I used to physically discipline my dogs (smack them lightly on the butt) when they would bark or do something they were not supposed to. Guess what? They stopped doing it.
I also discipline my wife by punching her in the kidney when dinner isnt ready by the time I get home. Theres something wrong with her learning curve apparently.
What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, you told her twice already and she didn't listen.
The wife? I dunno bro, women are stubborn. I can't believe you haven't had to beat the wife into submission at least twice a month since you've known her.
How can someone never be spanked? It does not make sense to me!!

Dude, nice one on Chris's avatar, I was a much better looking baby than one the with dart on his forehead.
I wasn't spanked, it was more verbal
I was just afraid of my dad, he was always so serious and mean lol. My ass would be grounded or locked up for a few. Believe me they were strict. I'm 26 and they still act like I'm a little girl sometimes. If I don't pick up my moms calls, forget it. She would be like " you got me worried to death, what happened...". God bless her heart, she is a good mom.
I wasn't spanked, it was more verbal
I was just afraid of my dad, he was always so serious and mean lol. My ass would be grounded or locked up for a few. Believe me they were strict. I'm 26 and they still act like I'm a little girl sometimes. If I don't pick up my moms calls, forget it. She would be like " you got me worried to death, what happened...". God bless her heart, she is a good mom.
I'm 26 and they still act like I'm a little girl sometimes.
slapping me in the back of the head often
You're only 26? Why did I think you were older? You're just a pup still. I take my request for nudes back. (no pedo)
You're only 26? Why did I think you were older? You're just a pup still. I take my request for nudes back. (no pedo)
Dude, nice one on Chris's avatar, I was a much better looking baby than one the with dart on his forehead.
If I don't answer my mom's calls she leaves the most fucked up messages, and she's a loud talker, kinda high pitched, and she fake laughs after her threatening punch lines.. its so annoying. But yeah, if I don't answer I get reminded of all the stupid shit i did as a kid, or basically mild death threats, -not really-. She never learns either, to just chill out. Still, I complain, but still only pick up half the time.
Need to work on this one.
Ohh good
So I'm off the hook?
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Hey, I'm 26 too...does this mean you'll stop looking at me like that? Frickin perv....
Yeah, at least until you turn 27. Then I'm gonna be all over your shit!

You must be getting love and loathe confused. They aren't the same thing.
I dig the pics, your old man does have some short ass arms. lollol his arms ARE short. fuck i got short arms too.
this is something im just now learning how to do. all my life ive been horribly bad at it. and it caused me lots of problems. so im working on it. still not that great at expressingI dig the pics, your old man does have some short ass arms. lol
One good thing about you though is, it really takes alot before you explode, cause of your emotional sensitive acuity. I mean you got like an intrinsic subconscious feel for how much to explode or what is appropriate. Second you have a natural, innate tendency to express what you are feeling. The worst thing you can do is do it indirectly, but you don't you are frank in what you want or need and how U feel. To me that's always a great sign of psychological maturity.
Man this started out as me +1age on your old man's short arms, but strayed off and and went into geigh analysis mode, sorry Smurf. lol
Cliff notes
Smurfy got game.
OMG. You could be my twin!The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Napoleonic Filipino women aint nothin to fuck with.
my mom smacked me a few times until i became old enough to hit back.
They weren't home a lot though. i know that sounds like a "woah is me" thing, but from the time I was 9 I was alone for most of the time. They either didn't come home, or came home after I was asleep and was still sleeping when I left for school. they went away on the weekends a lot.
So i didn't really get in trouble cause I didn't know where they were.
of course, everyone on EF grew up in abject poverty and got their ass beat every day by their parents and walked to school everyday in the snow uphill both ways and then grew up to all be model citizens with 12" cocks and $500K income and mansions and lambos and 5% BF.
Of Coarse
my entire family (for the most part) was attorneys and a small sect of engineers
I was spoiled being an only child and an only grandchild on one side of my family
I got my ass whooped
I eventually rebeled and I now live in suburbia after my walk on the wild side...uhhh, but probably not like the suburbia you would typically picture
because I wouldn't shut up
see the huge discrepenacy in the figures?
maybe that is legit...but i think it is some
efronttery.
every ebro grew up poor and got his ass beat and worked 4 jobs at 13.
i rarely meat these peeps in real life though.
sorry to hear you had such absentee parenting

my parents kept a bunch of jars in the basement, and each one had an aborted fetus inside. whenever i misbehaved my parents told me they regretted having me, and made me sit in the fetus room
I had a paper route for a couple of years in grades 5 and 6.We moved before 7th grade, so I had to give it up. Didn't get a real job again until I was 15.
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