For some reason my parents allowed my brother and I to have a very basic bow and arrow which we were allowed to shoot at a cardboard box in the backyard. I, being very young and very dumb, crawled into the box while my brother was firing. Parents were not pleased and to demonstrate how dangerous what I had done was, they made me lay on the couch for the whole day and pretend I was in a hospital bed.
I would get grounded to the front porch because when I was grounded in my room I would entertain myself with literally anything, even lint from the carpet. So my dad finally had enough and made me sit on the front porch and I wasnt allowed to talk to anyone except to say that im grounded and can’t talk.
When I was 10, mom would take my NES games for a week.
When I was 13, mom would take my SNES games for a week.
When I was 16, mom would take my BLANK FLOPPY DISCS for a week.
I didn’t explain the mistake to her until I moved out.
Me and my sister were fighting after i tried to steal some of her chili fries and she stabbed me with a fork. Dad took us out back and tied us up face to face with a rope. Told us when you figure out how to work together you will be able to get out.
The “Buck Rag.” Still have nightmares.
For those who don’t know, a buck rag is a rag that’s been rubbed all over a sweaty, oily, piss-soaked billy goat in rut, and is often used for goat breeding purposes.
In our Alabama town, it became popular for parents to use these to punish children. Goat farmers would even sell the rags for the purpose.
Basically the teenager would be taken outside, and the parents would remove the buck rag from the jar, drape it over the kid’s face, and tie a knot in the back. Plenty of room to breathe, no room to avoid the smell.
I never saw why everyone feared it so much until my parents gave it to me one night for sneaking around with my boyfriend at night. I puked. A lot.
If I misbehaved in a car, my mom would lower the window and say that a bird would fly in if I’d continue to misbehave…
My mom was pretty old school so she wasn’t against spanking which was my usual punishment.
Strangest was when I made fun of my sister for wetting the bed, calling her a baby and stuff. My mom wasn’t happy because I was making her cry and setting her back. So as a punishment she made me wear a pull up whenever my sister had too.
I was not allowed to read unless it was specifically for school.
I had to fill cut-open tennis balls with pennies.
I’m still… not sure what that was about.
I was innocent btw.
It’s called a pitchers ball! You fill a tennis ball with coins and tape it with duct tape. Makes the ball heavy so helps with training catching and throwing for baseball.
I got a bad grade on a math test in elementary school. As my dad dropped me off for the day, I quickly told him he needed to sign something (the test). He was SO FURIOUS, that even though I was already late for school, he drove the 2 miles back home, spanked me and made me *walk* to school. I was soooo late.
Dad made me splice together his old 8mm vacation films into a Vine style highlight reel after I hurt his feelings by refusing to see Chef with him.
My parents said I was playing too much Skyrim when it came out, so they took the router with them to work every day. Good thing you don’t need internet to play an offline single player game.
When I was little, my mom’s go-to punishment was to make me kneel on uncooked rice for about 15 minutes. Had to keep a straight back or else the time was increased. She did this because that was how her mom punished her and her brother. She eventually stopped using this punishment after she set some clear boundaries with my very controlling grandmother. She never felt right making me do it. My little sister never had to go through it…I kind of resented that for a while, but eventually was grateful she didn’t experience it.
If I cursed, my mom would make me go into the bathroom and say every curse I knew while looking in the mirror so “I could see how ugly I made myself look while cursing”.
Well, I learned that if I wanted to curse with impunity all I had to do was say “Ass” and get sent to the bathroom where I could say any curse I could think of, punishment free, for as long as I wanted. lol
My mom once made me clean the yard by picking up each leaf one by one and walking all the way across the yard to put each one in a bag. I was 8.
The crime, you ask? I had scared my dog on accident and the dog knocked over her water.
Forced to smell dog breath. Because “If we have to deal with the filth from your mouth, then you have to deal with the filth from its mouth.” I got this on numerous occasions.
It sounds silly at first, but it was anything but at the time. I begged them to give me anything but that.
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