mine was when I got beat with pieces of the hot wheels race track I got for xmas the same day.Definately not the most painful but my most memorable.My most painful was a 3 inch wide 3 clasp belt my dad use to wear while bare naked courtesy of mom. I was a bad ass lol.My 6 yr old has no idea what I went through and she thinks im hard on her .

I've only been spanked in a sexual manner.

You cheeky thing you!

Wet towel is the worst, not as a punishment, just messing about. It bloody hurts!

huh n i thought the hand was bad

LOL, no pun intended!

I've only been spanked once in my life. And trust me, feeling pain is no way arousing for me :lol:

Depends on the way they're doing it, hehe :lol:

holy paddles, snapped with a wet towel, and metal holy belts hurt >_<

Heh, my old shop teacher once built a electric paddle back when corporal punishment was allowed :twisted: I don't think he was allowed to use it tho

Hitting your kids with hot wheels tracks...thats really messed up. I'd never talk to my parents again if they ever did that.

I can still remember this one time when I was about 4 or so, I was acting up in church and my dad took me outside and spanked me pretty hard.

I can count the number of times I've been spanked by Dad on one hand. Most of the time all he had to do was speak in a harsh voice and I'd stop doing whatever I was doing...

Jesus, this title gives me Deja Vu.

My most memorable spanking was the last time I was ever spanked. I was about 9 years old, and all I could recall about it was that I couldn't believe that I was still being spanked at 9 years old. I was so freakin embarrassed that I completely forgot why I'd gotten in trouble. That was pretty much how I always felt after being spanked, which is why I'll never spank my kids because I realize how ridiculous it is.



Totally agree... My mother handed out verbal lashings like no one else!

I remember when I was about 6 years old and my mother was brushing my hair for school and I swore at her, she hi me across the face with a denman brand hairbrush. The teeth of the brush left indents in my face and at school that day one of my friends told me she thought I had chickenpox, because of the marks on my face.

I used to have a babysitter who would beat us with the "pot spon", which was a large wooden cooking spoon. I don't remember it hurting, but I do remember the feeling of utter terror when that thing was brought out. She would also wash our mouths out with soap or put hot peppers on our tongues if we said "dirty words".

I have only been spanked a few times in my life. The worst was when I was caught mooning cars in the front yard....... :oops:

I used to get them as a kid, but only when I missbehaved

My parents would spank me only on my butt with either their open hand or a plastic cooking spoon. Probably the most memorable time I got spanked was when I ran down our back alley and my dad caught up to me and spanked me. As for my Mom, she's spanked me so many times, I can't mention what was the worst. Other then spanking, I've had slappings to the face for being rude or saying a bad word.

A piece of 2 by 4.

ok, I think i got it the worst.
I came up with this technique called the tuck.
Basically when my mother would come down on me with the belt I would raise my forearm and the belt would wrap around it, and that is when I would tuck my arm in and would not let go of the belt, until that one day when i raised my arm and my mom faked high and went for the mid section. I had a welp going all the way across my midsection.

In my childhood lifetime I was living in a family of 6 in a small apartment at Jane & Finch in Toronto. Now I grew up in an Italian home where slapping or grounding your kid for a month is friggin slack compared to receiving punishment from old school Italian parents. But ya I was a damn bad ass kid in those days. I recalling one time coming back from school (Elementary) where I was suspended for 3 days for swearing and not listening to the teacher, but when I got home my Mom routinely punished me by slapping my bottom 3 times before I got a chance to escape under my bed. You think she was done from there? She hurries to the laundry room to get a nice long wooden broom to flood me out from under the bed. Thankfully, it didnt work because the bed was so big and she couldnt move it around so she procceeded to poke me, but that didnt work because I would always try to grab it. So then she let me be and after 10 minutes I got out from under my bed and I wiped my tears and I decided to turn on my Nes and play Super Mario bros. Just as I was having fun trying to beat the game the big cheese has come home. My father! Whilst playing on my nes i could see from the corner of my eye, my dad walking by to his room. I paused the game so I can tune in what's going on.And then I heard that awful clinging of the belt buckle as my dad walked in my room and closed the door behind him. He asked "what did you do in school?" I casually answered "nothing." My dad asked me to see my hands. When I did he gave me the hardest slap to the inside of my hand, and you think getting a belt to the ass is rough? man try taking it to your hands, youd be suprised how much that hurts. But for some reason, I never ran under my bed or tried to escape. I just took it like a bitch!. It was probably because I was so scared and if tried to resist he would keep up his work rate. If my parents couldn't find a broom or a belt then I would get the spatula or the cable cord to the ass. But ya this was life like growing up in an Italian home.