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Didn't have to get the belt, the death stare was more than enough.

when i was sixteen i got my ass whooped by my mom with a belt. i deserved it! i called that sweet woman a bitch. learned real quick that was an unwise choice n my part. if i could go back in time i would of helped her beat my ass!

yes i was spanked with a variety of things.    the paddle with the elastic and ball was a favorite  without the ball of course   

never hit my son   but was quite strict   no kid wants his dirt bike taken away

I was disciplined with a belt a couple times.. the 2 or 3 times it was for was for outright lying.  

If I had a child, while I would use discipline, I would not use a belt or any other implement.

Oh hell no.. for both..

After reading all the comments my heart goes out to all those people who had to endure the horrors of being beaten and punished in the most horroriffic way.  

To those that were abused, i am so sorry it happened to you and do hope everyone is emotionally healthy and happy.  

I am so happy this is being discussed here.

Nop, I was born in this century..!! but my older brother slapped me in the face when I was 15 and I hit him in the head with a lamp and had to go to the hospital. He never tried to "educate" me again, so I guess physical punishment works... XD

They use to do it back in the 60s but they never did it on leave to beaver... Ward  would talk about is dad doing so he didn’t want to at all....

I don’t know why the removed the photo ..

Only once by my dad.  He felt guilty about it for ages and never did it again.  My mother, on the other hand, took us to carnivals and made it a point to buy balloons that were tied to thin bamboo sticks....not much helium used back then.  She saved those damned sticks to whack my sister and I on the calves when we did something wrong.  We used to tear the house apart looking for those damned balloon sticks.

my dad used his hands till i was 15 i think and hit him back

oh my.lets see. a belt,paddle,fly swatter,a shoe,face slapped,a nasty ole switch or any other item that could inflict pain this was so common that most parents in my circle beat on there kids.the worse was an electric cord now that fucking hurt and would light your ass on fire. .you learned respect and  didn't make the same mistake twice.

So many scars to heal, and I'm not sure they ever will. The thing about this abuse is that it distorts a kid's sense of reality. They (I) have the impression that everyone is like this, and, of course, they're thankfully not. It's taken me years to get over this trauma, and yet, I really haven't, and probably never will. I take solace in music, cats, and gardening, especially the garden bit.  

I got the belt from my father and the switch from my mother.I had to be completely naked, i would scramble around on the basement concrete floor to get away hiding under the picnic table there.  They actually used the words' hurts me more than you'  I thought it was all normal till i spent the night at my friends house and his mom saw my back,neck and legs.  i was in high school. 

Never would. Never could!

If I saw a grown man hitting a young boy like that with a belt, I would beat the shit out of him. Don’t care if he is the father.

One time, one swat across the ass (shorts on) with the belt. I was pissed when my dad told me to go home while he was talking to a neighbor. I walked across the street at a snails pace and made a car have to stop and wait for a very very long time. The neighbor took off his belt, handed it to my dad and he gave me one not all that hard swat on my very deserving ass. I actually wasn't pissed at my dad but hated the neighbor for it. I never got over hating the neighbor. I think I was 9.

Neither of my brothers or I really ever got much in the way of physical punishment. Of the 3 of us kids I certainly could have used an ass whoopin' on occasion. My parents idea of punishment was the humiliation of having to go apologize. It was worse when the apology had to go to an adult. Denial of something looked forward to with expectation was high up in their arsenal of punishment. About 3 times I remember my mom taking off one of her flip flops and giving my younger brother or me a swat with it. Why she bothered I don't know because that never hurt. Probably more because the other kids saw.

If I saw someone beating their child I would tell them to stop and in front of them immediately call the police.

We never used a belt or a paddle on either of our kids. Grounding them from doing something or denial for a period of time from playing with a favorite toy or game was like the black death to them.

my real dad was an abusive prick--as a kid whether i did anything wrong or not--he would take his belt off whip me with it --sometimes he would hold my  hand so i couldnt walk away from the belt when he swung it to him me--

 i got to point i didnt cry or even move when he would whip me--i got used to the pain from it i guess he would get a stick off a tree made a switch out of it--he would whip me with it--it took all i could do not to act like it hurt or anything-that pissed him off more than anything-- it was one night he was drinking he decided to whip me with that switch but told me take my clothes off i refused at first until he grabbed me yanked my shirt off--i then stripped my clothes off out of fear as he was never like this  extreme

    he grabbed my arm started swinging that switch hitting my legs back face to the point blood was coming out of the whelps on my body--he approached me saying next time he whipped my ass i better not fight the pain from it all --then he swatted it on my chest as i faced him..it was then i did it----i kicked him in the balls as hard as i could he went down   to his knees-- my mom got home from work---she wanted to know what happened i showed her my body and told her what i did

     she looked at him and said see you bastard i told you one day he will get tired of it----he was in tub  trying to get his dick to quit hurting but he looks at me and says look what you did-- i saw his dick and balls balls were near black his dick over have black in blue and he was pissing blood after that day he never whipped me again--i was 10 at the time and dont regret it at all

would i ever whip a kid with a belt or a switch --no

would i  (or you guys for that matter) ever stop a dad whipping his son with a belt--i have one day i was one way to work and as i drove by i caught a glance  of a boy running and crying and i stopped went to see hwat was going on..by time i got to the gate to back yard there he was with his dad beating him with his belt calling him a little fagoot and stuff--i went to stop him he went to swat the belt at me--i punched him in the face busted his nose--and grabbed the kid

    got to my truck drove few miles down the road and called the cops they met me saw the boy took pics of his back face chest  legs --i was like he was just whipping him swinging that belt didnt care where he hit-- they arrested him and got hold of his mom and she was shocked--turned out his dad did that all time and made him wear clothes to cover the places on his back chest and legs and told him if ever told his mom he would kill him and his mom

    he got 10 year prison for that--such a brutal act on a kid is just wrong

A smack on the bottom or back of the legs with the flat of the hand never did me any lasting harm. 

No I would never ever spank a kid with a belt . I think I could teacher my or other people’s kids a different way... my brother is a little kid The stare down works on him.

A spanking is different than a beating.    I'm not sure I could ever use a belt.     I am horrified at the idea of someone using the metal end of a belt to be honest.     I do a agree with Uncle Ted Nugent.    You would rather a parent is a little over bearing than one who just doesn't give a fuck.

Hell no my parents were nice to me and my brother. A smack here and there but never to that extend.  @msgboy1 I think he meant "If you were looking after someone else's kid would you use a belt to "discipline them".  @hammer WERE not WAS dear. Cheers, Stan