"Wait til your father gets home" :merchant:

[RJY33]

My pops used to do some psycological shyt too. After he'd beat me, I'd be laying in bed, room dark as fukk, face salty as fukk from dry tears and this nikka would constantly stomp to my room, swing the door open to make sure I was still in bed. That noise of the door swinging open still haunts me to this day. He'd swing that bytch open, I'd turn and look at him like

and he just staring at me like:

" dont fukking look at me"

me: *goes back under the covers"

This story had me shook. Got the nervous feeling and all that. Wow!

 

[darkmanp]

I remember those days. Me and my 3 older brothers stayed in the same room with bunk beds. If we did something wrong, my pops would wait til we were all asleep and come in the belt and just start swinging on the one who messed up. Most of the time it was my other brother's, so I would silently be while they gettin whooped. But when it was my time, I was all tryin to hide under the covers.

 

[thelonious21]

I remember those days. Me and my 3 older brothers stayed in the same room with bunk beds. If we did something wrong, my pops would wait til we were all asleep and come in the belt and just start swinging on the one who messed up. Most of the time it was my other brother's, so I would silently be while they gettin whooped. But when it was my time, I was all tryin to hide under the covers.

 

[Why-Fi]

arent a lot of you cats in your 20's? i cant believe yall actually got beatings....

 

[no_fucking_better_than_me]

mines was "wait til ur grandma leave." Grams always saved me from asswhuppings, but she wasnt always round.

 

[Wild self]

arent a lot of you cats in your 20's? i cant believe yall actually got beatings....

a lot of us were 90s kids. We got a small taste of the old school life.

 

[Human Torch]

So your moms was a jumpoff? Don't that shyt plague your mind ???

 

[Human Torch]

i got slapped by my grandma


too old to be spanked(stop.)

but damn i was slapped

happened to me once. I cried harder than any ass whooping, didnt even hurt physically but That shyt burned my soul.

 

[Art Barr]

my pops only gave me one whoop'n.

when i was dared by prentice and her sisters.
to whip out the delahoya and pee down their basement steps!
while standing at the top of the steps into the drain at the botton of the steps.
shyt was the piss olympics and i won!
i pulled out the dela hoya in front of prentice and her sisters.
then prentice pop's caught us, and told my parents and brought me to the crib.

pops beat my ass!

moms was usually the big bopper.
pops did not really handle discipline.

if i was out of line he would punch you in ya chest.
or, be like;

"Imma call the big boppa!'

my moms was a goon,...skinny costume design belts,..was her weapon of choice.
shyt was like an extension cord whipp'n!

females tear down with whippin's in my experience more than any dude.

my godmother would tear up the crib whipp'n her kids with extension cords.

miss hill was fukkin six foot five and was the hardest out on the five.
i made sure no dirt got back to hill.
i was more scared of her than anybody as a shawty!
only thing that was good about miss hill was.

she wasn't no punk bytch,...she would let you sqwab and get down on anybody talking crazy to you. even other kids in the orphanage/daycare. she would tell your parents but explain who started it and all that shyt. so you never got in trouble for fighting. or she would not say nuffin, unless you lumped somebody up.

if you had problems at school.

she would be like tell that punk you will fight him on the four or five.
she even let me and her girls fight in front of the crib.


one thing about hill was she knew how hard it was in chicago and would not let you be no punk.
i even remember when her son,..wrote one of them letters to the president.
then the cia came and got that nikka.

drug him out the crib on a gloomy morning kick'n amd screaming in his underwear.

i loved and hated that woman!

if i was not there for so long i would appreciate hill more.
i was just there to long and never felt i should be there.


art barr

 

[Art Barr]

I remember those days. Me and my 3 older brothers stayed in the same room with bunk beds. If we did something wrong, my pops would wait til we were all asleep and come in the belt and just start swinging on the one who messed up. Most of the time it was my other brother's, so I would silently be while they gettin whooped. But when it was my time, I was all tryin to hide under the covers.

man,..that is those horror movie beatings.

i never got those, but the threats of imma wake you up out your sleep!
to finish chores or what you didn't do.
were always in the back of my mind on some parental horror shyt.
i used to imagine the get woken out your sleep beating had to be the worst.

like your door open and the silhouette of your parent is there with the belt.

shyt had to be the worst.

i remember hill gave her daughter, quite a few of those getup bytch beatings.




art barr

 

[Art Barr]

Gettin ya ass beat until ya food cools and then bein told to eat those cold vegetables

that shyt was the worst sonning, anybody could take...

not the cold veggie beating!!

imagine a parent being like,...
imma beat you till ya veggies cold!!

shyt would have had you shook as fukk!!



art barr

 

[Higher Tech]

I remember my grandfather beat me in the kitchen all the way under a table because I ate all his donuts.

when its was all said and done I was like... How the hell did I get under this table??

 

[itsyoung!!]

Nah, the worst sh!t was when your brother was getting sparks beat outta his @ss.......and you wandered in the room like "WTF is goin' on in here?" And your pops needed to keep his kill streak going and went straight for you. And you start screaming
"I didn't even do nothin!.......I didn't even do nothin!"

My dad grew up on a farm, born in the 40s raised in the 50s and 60s with 6 older brothers 1 younger brother n sister.. It was like they was trainin him for when me n my brother was born

Grew up on a farm, had them real leather belts

One time i was in the living room just a lil young one hear him whoopin my brother ass, shyt was echoing through the whole house i wanted to help you big bro but ive been on the receiving end of those even more than him cause i was the one always fukkin up

Moms was no joke either, she used the metal spatula yall think branches is bad a metal spatula will fukk you up



Moms had that order too

Moms: you better behave
Me:
Moms: wait till we get home
Me:
Moms: ima get the spatula
If i was feelin bold that day:
Moms: aight then, ima tell ya dad when he get home
Me:

 

[bangbreh]

i got the "woodshed" treatment brehs
a 1x4 that was easy for pops to swing on my ass.
that board sat on the fireplace and all he had to do was look at it and i was

 

[Lewis Black]

arent a lot of you cats in your 20's? i cant believe yall actually got beatings....

a lot of us are also black too breh, black parents will never stop beating their kids.