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So Yh my first beating.So Im 6 or 7 and Im downstairs with my mum helping to cook, she tells me to go upstairs and check on my little brother, so up I go upstairs and I find a fresh hole in the wall, its about fist size. Someones gettin a beating for this and I'll be damned if its gonna be me.So I shout out the classic "MUUUUUUUUM"Mum comes up stairs, see's hole then sees red.In the most amazing turn my mother is sat on the bed with my brother across her knee but my mother aint the type to use her hands. She's looking right and left for the correct aparatus to use on my brothers behind and about 3/4 feet away she sees the belt laying on the floor, she stretches for it but she would have to drop my brother for her to reach it.Now I was always the helpful type and of course I have no intention of sticking around to watch the beating but I found myself handing the belt to my mother and heading for the door, or at least that was the plan.All of a sudden Im spinning around and being layed across her lap and receiveing the beating of my life.When she done with me, does she even beat my brother? HELL NO! WTF?

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thats what u get for snitchinyou snake
So basically I was damned if I did or damned if I didnt?!?If I hadnt shouted out I woulda got blamed and got beat. SMFHDem everybody hates Chris moments Der
basicallymy natural instinct wudda bin to try an hide it with my brother, an be foolish enough to think she would never noticethat or hide, dependin on how big it wasbut yh in answer to ur topic, i dont remember my first beatinor any real reasons for gettin the beating that i didapart from wettin the bed, i was a serial bed wetter, an that got me some almighty beatings:(
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thats what u get for snitchinyou snake
So basically I was damned if I did or damned if I didnt?!?If I hadnt shouted out I woulda got blamed and got beat. SMFHDem everybody hates Chris moments Der
basicallymy natural instinct wudda bin to try an hide it with my brother, an be foolish enough to think she would never noticethat or hide, dependin on how big it wasbut yh in answer to ur topic, i dont remember my first beatinor any real reasons for gettin the beating that i didapart from wettin the bed, i was a serial bed wetter, an that got me some almighty beatings:(
Nah my mums the beat first, ask questions later type.Beats woulda been garaunteed if I had lied about it, tryin to hide it and sh*t.Always best to face the music with my mother
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I remember the first time my granny beat me.i was nine, it was a saturday afternoon.i got sent downstairs to put the washing machine on spin, saw the soup pot on the fire.Thought to myself 'i wonder what will happen if i put soap powder in the pot?'.So thats what i did, poured soap powder an softner in the pot, put the lid on, went back to watch sister sister.Half hour later granny went downstairs, all i heard was'AH WAH DIS RAASS DIS BLOODCLAART PICKNEY PUT INNA MI PAT?'Im sure you all can guess da kinda licks i got dat day.kmt :D

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thats what u get for snitchinyou snake
lmfaoandlmfao @ bed wetter.First beating I got Jesus.I forget what it was for now, but my earliest severe beating left hand imprints on the back of my legs and my back. I had a school trip the next day and my mum made sure I wore a long sleeved t shirt and tracksuit - bearing in mind this was the height of summer and everyone else was in sleeveless tops and shorts.My dad was the king of beatings.
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My grandmothers cry of 'where's di Strap' (belt) still rings in my ears today.Me and my cousins used to hide her belts so she couldn't beat us. I might even get a beating next time I see her after stashing vast amounts of booze in her house. Then bopping out with it the next day.

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My grandmothers cry of 'where's di Strap' (belt) still rings in my ears today.Me and my cousins used to hide her belts so she couldn't beat us. I might even get a beating next time I see her after stashing vast amounts of booze in her house. Then bopping out with it the next day.
LMAO @ You, your just living the Par, never known of someone to be parred so regular.Your like one of the 3 bears, someones eating your PARridge
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One time when i was younger my little sister threw all of my dads notes and sh*t out of the windw and let them blow away.She blamed me.I got the beating of my life. All over the house.Another time i was like in year 8 and i stole this brehs Gameboy colour. My dad found it and asked me whee i got it from. I couldnt even lie. Like some idiot i go ''I stole it.........''My dad kisses his teeth and continus rolling his spliff. Im thnking 'Blap, Did he truth really just get me outof this''... How wrog was i.Mumsie comes home now nad sees the Gameboy. She goes ''Aww did you buy that for Aaron'' and my dad goes ''Ask him yourself''. Now me being elevated fro the last succesfull usage goes ''I stole it.......''*BANG!!!!!!*Felt like i got shot in my face. I didnt know my mother was so quick. She SWIFTLY got a belt from off the bed and in one movement licked me across tha face. The beatings commenced from there. Slipper, Shoe, Belt, Fists everything i swear. All why my mum was screaming ''A LIAR AN AH TEEF GO HAND IN HAND''Never had such a beating in my life. Never been beaten snce then Lol.

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I remember the first time my granny beat me.i was nine, it was a saturday afternoon.i got sent downstairs to put the washing machine on spin, saw the soup pot on the fire.Thought to myself 'i wonder what will happen if i put soap powder in the pot?'.So thats what i did, poured soap powder an softner in the pot, put the lid on, went back to watch sister sister.Half hour later granny went downstairs, all i heard was'AH WAH DIS RAASS DIS BLOODCLAART PICKNEY PUT INNA MI PAT?'Im sure you all can guess da kinda licks i got dat day.kmt :D
LMFAOthem moments therei wonder what will happen ifhad many moments like that
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One time when i was younger my little sister threw all of my dads notes and sh*t out of the windw and let them blow away.She blamed me.I got the beating of my life. All over the house.Another time i was like in year 8 and i stole this brehs Gameboy colour. My dad found it and asked me whee i got it from. I couldnt even lie. Like some idiot i go ''I stole it.........''My dad kisses his teeth and continus rolling his spliff. Im thnking 'Blap, Did he truth really just get me outof this''... How wrog was i.Mumsie comes home now nad sees the Gameboy. She goes ''Aww did you buy that for Aaron'' and my dad goes ''Ask him yourself''. Now me being elevated fro the last succesfull usage goes ''I stole it.......''*BANG!!!!!!*Felt like i got shot in my face. I didnt know my mother was so quick. She SWIFTLY got a belt from off the bed and in one movement licked me across tha face. The beatings commenced from there. Slipper, Shoe, Belt, Fists everything i swear. All why my mum was screaming ''A LIAR AN AH TEEF GO HAND IN HAND''Never had such a beating in my life. Never been beaten snce then Lol.
DA WAY MY MUM STILL SAYS DIS NOW.LOL
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My mum always used to say 'curiousity killed de cat'so when i burnt the teatowel, singed my fingertips and started screamin, she calmly put it out and drew for the pounding stick.my marge used to go on early morning walks to hackney downs park and pick branches for beating us with. The thinner and drier the branch, the more it hurts. U know when people play with whips and whip them in the air, when she was ready to beat me she would do that first to scare me, wicked woman kmtor when she would ask me to open my palm so she could smack it with a wooden spoon. 'if you dare flinch! I will give you 10 more! Keep your hand straight!'them ones where ur face tingles from the pain.the deepest beating i ever got was when my sister geed me up for kissin a boy when i was about 9.them parental tag team beatings there. Belts, wooden spoons, branches, fists...i slept a DEEP sleep that night. My mum would never beat me with a slipper/shoe though. She says its degrading :D

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Branches?LMFAOSorryThem bush parents there.The standard arsenal in my house included:1. Wooden Spoon - A favourite. Chosen for it's versatility and resilience. Excellent for short hand close range combat. 2. Leather Belt - In more serious offences a lashing of this across the back/legs/butt usually did the trick. Good for pursuit beatings where the target tries to run away. Long range specialist.3. Bamboo Stick - Good for garden mischief. Tread in the flowers? Wack of this across the knuckles or forearms.4. Power Cord - When noone cares if the neighbours see the bruises.5. Dads bare hands - When death is one step too far.

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This werent my first beating, but this was my most unforgettable beating.Basically, i think i was about 7 and my lil sister was about 2 years old and we were both at my grandmas house and my auntie was there. She werent really my auntie but she was my grandmas sister-in-law but we used to call her out aunty anyways. So shes there changing my sisters nappy and sees that my sister sh*t up herself. Now shes vex that she has to clean it up, so she starts smackin my lil sister on her bum really hard, my sisters crying...bawlin' and i dont like it.So i start crying and my grandma goes "AH WHA YUH CRY FA?" and tells me to go upstairs. So whilst im upstairs, im sneakly use the house fone and call my mum and tell her that aunty Claris is beating my sister. But whilst im using the fone, i get caught by my grandma coming into the room. So she goes mad! Tellin me "WHY YUH CALL UNNU MUDDA?", "WHA YUH WANT YUH MUDDA?". Next minute i see a slipper rising above my head and start gettin licks upon licks upon licks all over me. I jump on the bed to get away and even with my grandmas arthritis, she still manages to catch me. She's there telling me to "STOP CRY! WHA YUH CRY FA? STOP CRY!", whilst shes there still beatin me hard.That memory will never ever leave my head.

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