"Wait baby, I hear something!" ch-ch whooop-whooop-whooop-whooop-whooop-whooop *smack* "OW!" whooop-whooop-whooop-whooop-whooop-whooop ch-ch...."Ok, baby let's go!"
Posted on 01/25/2025 9:37:31 AM PST by DFG
Mel Gibson: I’m glad Trump is here. It’s like daddy arrived and he’s taking his belt off
Bend over and grab your ankles son.
We oldsters ALL remember that!!
We oldsters ALL remember that!!
Sounds right in the head to me.
Problem is, over the past decades, feminism has tried to keep Dads locked in the closet, and, if they get out, insisted they use the belts of their pants to hold up their skirts!
Welfare + law fare = BAD fare for the health of a FREE REPUBLIC!
Same here. My Dad would lecture us to death, but he never spanked us. Of course it was in a way worse because he would lecture us about a thing for days until we'd want to scream, "Just spank me already and get it over with!"
My Mom was the one that would use my Dad's belts to apply summary justice. My biggest crime was usually my smart mouth. She'd chase us until she caught us before I learned she wasn't good at climbing trees, so I'd just scramble to the top of a high one until she cooled down. She followed me to the top of the house once, but when I jumped off the other end, she decided after that it wasn't worth the risk of me breaking my leg.
When I was going to be “under the belt” I had to go to the belt rack and pick cne. No matter if I chose a wide or narrow one it was usually traded out for the opposite one. Didn’t really matter much because it hurt like }{€££ anyway !!!
I never made the same mistake again but I still got in trouble for something else.
At least they weren’t those switches. I remember the Richard Pryor routine:
My mama would make me go out and pick the switch she’d beat my a__ with. And if you brought back a small branch, mama would go out and bring back the whole tree!
Oh cr**. I put the fire out....and walked the 6 houses to my house. Dad never said a thing.
50 years later, I told the story to my friend. A couple years later, she called me and told me that they demolished the store. lol
“When my dad pulled his belt off, there was no escape.”
I knew when my father came home and even before kissing my mom she handed him the belt, I knew it was going to be a long and painful dinner, if I was even allowed to have dinner. And if I was, I couldn’t sit for it.
Then my father’s kind words would set in. “You know why you were punished? Did you apologize for what you did? Will you not do something as dumb as this again?” There was only one answer and that was “yes dad!”
A young football player was asked how he ran so fast: “My mama used to chase me around with a stick”.
Oh man, I started getting a vision the minute I read that. Just wait till your father gets home WAS NOT and empty threat in my house.
I’m glad that’s how it worked out for you.
I can understand that. I used a 2 foot piece of 3/8 inch plastic pvc pipe as a kind of switch. I wanted them to hate the plastic, not the parent. Seemd to work, all five of ours have turned out fairly normal.
This generation has no experience with what Mel said. Most of them have no fathers in the house, and the rest don’t whip any tails.
I got a switch sometimes too. My Mom would make me go cut it myself, so at first I’d get the smallest one I could find—until I learned the hard way that that little skinny switches hurt worse than the big ones.
That wuz great! Brings back a lot of memories.
Sure were.
I remember my mom coming down the street w/ belt in hand when I wuz in 6th or 7th grade. Neighbor kid yelled at her “Child beater!”
Didn’t stop her tho.
I had the job of taking care of her in her last years. Would not wish that on anybody.
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