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Why did you recieve your 1st beating


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got into a fight in yr 7i wonhe came down park later with his older brothersi soldiered it
no parental discipline?and dnt tell me the older brothers moved to u?
never took no beating off my familyenough slaps round the head/slippers to the torso/remote control to the nose but never a "beating"been able to outpower my mum since i can remember anywayn yh course they didtheir dog even got involved
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toyas one reminds me of mine. I think I was 5 or 6 and me and my mum went shopping, when I saw some doll that I wanted . so I asked if I could have it but she said no and I cried hard non-stop from the shopping center, on the bus (which is what pissed her off the most) till we got home.I'm in my room now taking off my shoes and I hear my room door shut. Before I even turn around I felt the force of an african palm on my back, I got up and ran around that room and my mum was chasing after me like we were tom & jerry. she was all sweating when she finished. I didn't cry for sh*t after that, the most I'd do was look at what I wanted, didn't wanna risk another beat down like that again.

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I was about 10, wrote on my brothers wardrobe in permanent marker,Mum - Did you do it??Me - NoMum - Did you do it??Me - NoMum - Did you do it??Me - *Lowers head* ........................... YesGot beat with the wodden spoon in front of my brother and all his friends (one of which i fancied the pants off at the time) - You know those shout, beat, shout beat moments where every word is paused with a slap in the middle! First and last time though!

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mum never really hit me. i was a very spoiled child cause i was like the only one for 9 years & proper mummy's lil girl. still am really. only time she actually hit me that i can remember of i was 16/17 & spoke back to her & she slapped me on the head real hard.but 1st grade i got hit by the headmaster. it was me & my bestfriend & it was raining & we were outside with our raincoats singing & dancing in the rain & his office was near our class. we delayed a bit going back to class after the bell & continued singing & jumping around in the puddles.our backs were to his office so we didnt see him approaching & he just came with this horse pipe & just hit us on the back. it made this hollow noise & was quite painful!!! felt like he was knocking the air out of me! we ran straight back into class but after about 3 hits eachfollowing week he hit us with the stick for laughing during mass. that headmaster did hit me quite a lot actually...

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thats how I know my mum was different. I didn't even get the full sentence it was just "watch"most yutes were scared of the dark, not me, when my mum dropped that bar, fear struck me down.Felt to beat myself so I could get it over and done with :D
lol, my mum would drop that word-or if she was feeling nice she'd say something like "just go" then as I'm walking away she'd say "don't worry I'll get you"I'd be up tight for the whole day then the moment I let my guard down she'd catch me unawares and that would be it.
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**takes deep breath**I dnt think i cud ever remember my very 1st beating, but i totally remember my first serious beating. I was about 4-5 yrs old. In those days we (me plus siblings) were pretty much raised at my nans house ttkk. More time im arguing with my lil bro and he dashes a teddy bear in my face. Now this teddy bear had glass eyes, kinda looked like a marble cut in half. Ive immediatley dashd the teddy bear bk, my brother ducked and somehow the the marble eyes smashed my nans kitchen window. I was like OMG!At this point my nan, grandad n mother rushed into the kitchen. WHO SMASHED THE WINDOW??!! Obviously my bro did the normal thing and pointed directly at me. I was like " But it wasnt my......WHACK". B4 i cud finish the sentence i got hit over the head. Now this is where it gets a lil fuzzy. The nex thing i know im standing outside in the bk garden holding a piece of tissue over my lip. good times, good times.My next 'major league beating' was when i was about 9-10. I was playing the SNES on the downstairs telly, but my dad wanted 2 watch TV so hes like 'can u take that upstairs' and im like 'ok'. As im unplugging it, the man licks me from behind. I swear i was unconsious (sp) momentarily. When i came round, i didnt even know what had happened, all i know is tears r streaming out of my eyes and my dad is jus sittin there watchin sunday grandstand. I was like 'wat was that 4' and he replied ' u cut ur eye at me' I swear i did not cut my eye at him. He was jus being a prick that day. Id absolutely love 4 him 2 try that sh*t again now im old enough 2 break his jaw. ( hes much bigger them me but sheer painful memories/ rage would see me through)More stories as and when i remember them.

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