OK....Here's the deal this thread is about ass whoppings you've received by your parents over the course of your childhood or witnessed your siblings beat downs. Please share your stories...
Back in the day my Momma was a SAV when it came to
whopping our asses. I notice I got way more ass whoppings then my other siblings (I'm the oldest). Then again sometimes Moms would cuss you out so bad you'd wish she would have whopped your ass.
FOLLOW ME...
I was born in Portland at the time I was about 5 years old (1984). People use to kidnap kids alot back then; more so then now....Moms use to always stress that I had to be in before the street lights came on...So, one day me and a bunch of older kids I always found myself hanging with older people these fools were all 2nd, 3rd, 4th graders. So we were playing kickball at Woodlawn Park (where I grew up in Portland) and it was my turn to kick...I missed the 1st one (don't ask how?) and the next thing I know some kid name Jesse is like Yo, somebodys Moms is coming with a belt and she steamin' mad so like a smart ass I scream IT AIN'T MY MOMMA knowing good and well it's dark and I'm due for ass whopping when I return home. Before my second try I decide to look back to see if it's my moms...I look back and whooooooshhhh POP...AWWWWWWWWWWOUCCCHHHHHH and off natural instinct I booked. Moms was right on my ass swinging so I ran as fast as I could to my grandma's house which was 3 blocks from my house. I didn't run home cuz I knew my punk ass step-dad was there who was always fiendin' to whop somebody....so I get to the door at grandmas and I bam and yell as if my life is on the line (it was)...she opens....McNeil whats wrong baby? All out of breath and crying Grandma Grandma she gonna whop me you gotta help I didn't do nothing please help me please.....Calm down baby everythang is gonna be OK...so I hear Moms coming up the stairs....Grandma says "Go hide under my bed" now ain't that loyalty? So I hide under the bed....and wait? BOOOOOOOMMMMMM my busts in the door Momma where that little fucker at Lord knows I'm so sick of this DEMON ASS CHILD OF MINE....so I'm under the bed like OH SHIT but she ain't gonna find me....so it get's silent...then I hear Lisa he's in my room under my bed....BETRAYAL grandma snitched....Moms comes in the room McNeil I know your little ass is under the bed come out and I won't whop you......NO......boy get yo ass out from under that goddamn bed....NO.....next thing I know somebody is pulling my legs....strong ass old lady Grandma was the one pulling me from under the bed....so my momma goes to whopping my ass the whole way home and I'm falling, begging, pleading for help, can't forget the I"LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN line...finally we get home and all I can do is rub my legs cuz they sting....I'm sitting on the couch next thing I know my step-dad comes out the room and you know what happens ROUND 2.....I can say this my mother was a far better ass whipper then he was fucking sissie.
Another time....still in Portland....the family (Moms, Aunt Pat & Tracy, Uncle Jeffrey, and my faggot as cousin Terrance) decided they were going to see Purple Rain. I tagged along so 1st we went to McDonalds....so I got my normal back then I always would get SMALL FRIES & SMALL ORANGE soda not cuz we couldn't afford more but I just was hella picking and I did'nt eat Cheseburgers for some reason. So we eat with no incident...they buy the movie tickets but we have to wait like 1 hr though. We're at Pioneer Sqaure they have these nice fountains and all that gay shit....so I'm bored and I decide I'm gonna take my cup and fucked around. I was letting the cup fill up and then I would pour it out and I kept doing this cuz it was fun. So my punk ass cousin started cracking jokes about me...at first I was paying him no mind then he said something and I looked back as soon as I looked back (I must have been hella weak) cuz the water busted through the bottom of the cup and my little ass goes falling into the fountain/pool head first..so my cousin pulls me out the water rolling laughing. I'm dripping wet head 2 toe (shit was kinda fun) my Moms is hella heated. It was in the winter so it's cold I'm shivering..... she didn't whop me....we finally get to the movies and Moms takes me in the Ladies Room with her (GOD BLESS MOMS 4 THAT 1) so I see all these older fine ass women and I'm just mesmerized. All the ladies are grabbing my cheeks (I wish it was my dick) and telling me how cute I was and how I looked like Webster (remember that show?) next thing I know Moms says this boy is 2 damn bad to be cute and started whopping the piss out of my ass in front of everybody and mind you I'm still soak and wet.....I'll never forget that ass whopping!!!
We moved to Atlanta around 85....and i hated it. I was young black and I didn't know shit about the South and all those country bunken-billy ass traditions they have. I start school and instantly it's a problem everybody treated me like I was satans nephew....1st the fucking teachers at the time had the right to discpline kids. I mean teachers and principals would whip your child. So, I started school and I was hella bad ass whipping or not I put it down in the classroom. Somehow I was placed in Special Education (yeah muthafuckas I was hella hyphy) but I was in it for being bad not for being retarded or learning disabilities. I rode the short bus with the kids who would drool, scream, yell, slap themselves and do goes know what else. Anyway, I had this fine teacher name Ms. Lewis who had just graduated from college...she was really nice. Her assistant was Ms. Franklin this big fat black ass Jheri curl having ass sista....good COP v. BAD COP....they put us on the strict merit program. I always did bad...so they would send you home with a daily progress report. Moms had to sign...so I perfected the art of FORGERY.....one day Ms. Lewis was out sick and Ms. Franklin took over for the day. She decided I gonna call your Mom......man, when got home I knew I was gonna get a slave ass beating. My moms took lfight as soon as I stepped in I didn't even get to take my backpack......she chased me all over the room and whop, and whop, and whop until she herd a loud POP and I screamed my lip, my lip Mom you hit me in the lip...that's right Moms busted my lip with a belt on accident....from that day forward I got good grade. Ms. Franklin and I become good buddies.......FAT BITCH!!!!
I have stories 4 days....I'll post more later. Sorry for the long essays!!!
Back in the day my Momma was a SAV when it came to
whopping our asses. I notice I got way more ass whoppings then my other siblings (I'm the oldest). Then again sometimes Moms would cuss you out so bad you'd wish she would have whopped your ass.
FOLLOW ME...
I was born in Portland at the time I was about 5 years old (1984). People use to kidnap kids alot back then; more so then now....Moms use to always stress that I had to be in before the street lights came on...So, one day me and a bunch of older kids I always found myself hanging with older people these fools were all 2nd, 3rd, 4th graders. So we were playing kickball at Woodlawn Park (where I grew up in Portland) and it was my turn to kick...I missed the 1st one (don't ask how?) and the next thing I know some kid name Jesse is like Yo, somebodys Moms is coming with a belt and she steamin' mad so like a smart ass I scream IT AIN'T MY MOMMA knowing good and well it's dark and I'm due for ass whopping when I return home. Before my second try I decide to look back to see if it's my moms...I look back and whooooooshhhh POP...AWWWWWWWWWWOUCCCHHHHHH and off natural instinct I booked. Moms was right on my ass swinging so I ran as fast as I could to my grandma's house which was 3 blocks from my house. I didn't run home cuz I knew my punk ass step-dad was there who was always fiendin' to whop somebody....so I get to the door at grandmas and I bam and yell as if my life is on the line (it was)...she opens....McNeil whats wrong baby? All out of breath and crying Grandma Grandma she gonna whop me you gotta help I didn't do nothing please help me please.....Calm down baby everythang is gonna be OK...so I hear Moms coming up the stairs....Grandma says "Go hide under my bed" now ain't that loyalty? So I hide under the bed....and wait? BOOOOOOOMMMMMM my busts in the door Momma where that little fucker at Lord knows I'm so sick of this DEMON ASS CHILD OF MINE....so I'm under the bed like OH SHIT but she ain't gonna find me....so it get's silent...then I hear Lisa he's in my room under my bed....BETRAYAL grandma snitched....Moms comes in the room McNeil I know your little ass is under the bed come out and I won't whop you......NO......boy get yo ass out from under that goddamn bed....NO.....next thing I know somebody is pulling my legs....strong ass old lady Grandma was the one pulling me from under the bed....so my momma goes to whopping my ass the whole way home and I'm falling, begging, pleading for help, can't forget the I"LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN line...finally we get home and all I can do is rub my legs cuz they sting....I'm sitting on the couch next thing I know my step-dad comes out the room and you know what happens ROUND 2.....I can say this my mother was a far better ass whipper then he was fucking sissie.
Another time....still in Portland....the family (Moms, Aunt Pat & Tracy, Uncle Jeffrey, and my faggot as cousin Terrance) decided they were going to see Purple Rain. I tagged along so 1st we went to McDonalds....so I got my normal back then I always would get SMALL FRIES & SMALL ORANGE soda not cuz we couldn't afford more but I just was hella picking and I did'nt eat Cheseburgers for some reason. So we eat with no incident...they buy the movie tickets but we have to wait like 1 hr though. We're at Pioneer Sqaure they have these nice fountains and all that gay shit....so I'm bored and I decide I'm gonna take my cup and fucked around. I was letting the cup fill up and then I would pour it out and I kept doing this cuz it was fun. So my punk ass cousin started cracking jokes about me...at first I was paying him no mind then he said something and I looked back as soon as I looked back (I must have been hella weak) cuz the water busted through the bottom of the cup and my little ass goes falling into the fountain/pool head first..so my cousin pulls me out the water rolling laughing. I'm dripping wet head 2 toe (shit was kinda fun) my Moms is hella heated. It was in the winter so it's cold I'm shivering..... she didn't whop me....we finally get to the movies and Moms takes me in the Ladies Room with her (GOD BLESS MOMS 4 THAT 1) so I see all these older fine ass women and I'm just mesmerized. All the ladies are grabbing my cheeks (I wish it was my dick) and telling me how cute I was and how I looked like Webster (remember that show?) next thing I know Moms says this boy is 2 damn bad to be cute and started whopping the piss out of my ass in front of everybody and mind you I'm still soak and wet.....I'll never forget that ass whopping!!!
We moved to Atlanta around 85....and i hated it. I was young black and I didn't know shit about the South and all those country bunken-billy ass traditions they have. I start school and instantly it's a problem everybody treated me like I was satans nephew....1st the fucking teachers at the time had the right to discpline kids. I mean teachers and principals would whip your child. So, I started school and I was hella bad ass whipping or not I put it down in the classroom. Somehow I was placed in Special Education (yeah muthafuckas I was hella hyphy) but I was in it for being bad not for being retarded or learning disabilities. I rode the short bus with the kids who would drool, scream, yell, slap themselves and do goes know what else. Anyway, I had this fine teacher name Ms. Lewis who had just graduated from college...she was really nice. Her assistant was Ms. Franklin this big fat black ass Jheri curl having ass sista....good COP v. BAD COP....they put us on the strict merit program. I always did bad...so they would send you home with a daily progress report. Moms had to sign...so I perfected the art of FORGERY.....one day Ms. Lewis was out sick and Ms. Franklin took over for the day. She decided I gonna call your Mom......man, when got home I knew I was gonna get a slave ass beating. My moms took lfight as soon as I stepped in I didn't even get to take my backpack......she chased me all over the room and whop, and whop, and whop until she herd a loud POP and I screamed my lip, my lip Mom you hit me in the lip...that's right Moms busted my lip with a belt on accident....from that day forward I got good grade. Ms. Franklin and I become good buddies.......FAT BITCH!!!!
I have stories 4 days....I'll post more later. Sorry for the long essays!!!
