"Wait til your father gets home" :merchant:

[marcuz]

that shyt NEVER worked

Old boy still come in the room with the belt like wake the fukk up

making me have flashbacks. my dad went from belts, to extensions cords, back to belts but with the buckle end.

then my grandma would make me fetch my own beating switches from the backyard tree. i love 'em for it in retrospect.

 

[marcuz]

My moms used to whip us regularly for whatever. If my pops had to whip us, we must've did some extra shyt. I outsmarted my moms a couple times, like if I knew I was getting a whuppin, I would put on like a pair of shorts and two pants over one another. Used to pretend like it hurt, but in my mind I was like Only worked in the winter though.

trying to play my pops like that got my ass the buckle, goddamn

 

[Heafcliffe]

You ever get sent to get the belt and when u reach the closet, you select the belt based on size, texture, durability, and thickness to give yourself a home field advantage.

See this was a double edge sword. You had to be cunning with the selection:

thicker belt- more surface area affected and able to hit 2 areas at the same damn time (i.e. ass and back or shoulder and chest, etc.)

thinner belt- pound for pound the worst bc it stung more and left your skin looking like braised chickens

 

[mvp_status]

And what about when your natural reflexes kick in and you accidentally try n grab da belt or shield yourself from a hit and ma dukes gives you da

*flinches violently from flashback*

 

[MR. SNIFLES]

fukk YALL AND YALL DADS


MOM: JUST WAIT TILL YOUR DAD GETS HOME.

25 YEARS LATER

ME:

 

[JoelB]

See this was a double edge sword. You had to be cunning with the selection:

thicker belt- more surface area affected and able to hit 2 areas at the same damn time (i.e. ass and back or shoulder and chest, etc.)

thinner belt- pound for pound the worst bc it stung more and left your skin looking like braised chickens

Real recognize real

I always chose the heaviest/thickest belt I could find. Not only did the thinner ones sting more, but the velocity of that thin piece of leather slicing through the air and making that "SWOOOSH" sound effect also added to the psychological breakdown of a youngin....

You'd hear it and knew the next swing was close.

I also liked to believe the heavier belt could not be swung as hard, but I was never able to confirm that hypothesis

 

[Heafcliffe]

Real recognize real

I always chose the heaviest/thickest belt I could find. Not only did the thinner ones sting more, but the velocity of that thin piece of leather slicing through the air and making that "SWOOOSH" sound affect also added to the psychological breakdown of a youngin....

You'd hear it and knew the next swing was close.

I also liked to believe the heavier belt could not be swung as hard, but I was never able to confirm that hypothesis

Oh, dawg, let's not forget about the shower after the thinstrumental on that drum otherwise known as your ass!

 

[you're NOT "n!ggas"]

mannnnnn i remember i failed this science test once... my moma aint even whoop me, she was like "imma tell your daddy". that shyt had me scared, but this was early in the afternoon, and my pops aint get home from work till bout 8, 9 o clock... so i had a lotta time to do homework and play and shyt and forget


i tell you... nig-ga sheeeeeeeeeeit i had just finished takin a bath when he came home. still wet, still ass naked when this nikka bust into my room like and started takin his belt off talkin bout "you just took your bath? "

me: "yeah "


him: " good"-- and whooped my ass right then and there that nikka aint play

 

[Seven1986]

My mom was worse than my dad....when I was 11 I decided to hang out with my cousin after school and ditch band practice...I didn't make it back to the house til 7-8pm and when I was walking back to the house my pregnant sister was waiting for me outside and said "boy where have you been" and "why you didn't tell anybody where you were going and mom is waiting for you in the house"...man when I walk in the house I saw my mom and she was just so mad!...she really beat my ass that night!


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[Peak]

Mother used to bring the heat. Dad would only go there if I really fukked up. The wooden spoon/slipper was her weapon of choice...

Mom: what's *slap* the *slap* matter *slap* with *slap* you? *slap* *slap* *slap* Huh?

That falling asleep shyt didn't run. If an whipping was due, no sleepwas stopping it. I would see the light (bulb) then I saw the light...

 

[Uffie]

fukk YALL AND YALL DADS


MOM: JUST WAIT TILL YOUR DAD GETS HOME.

25 YEARS LATER

ME:

 

[3Rivers]

The worst is when your mom would hand out a beating.....then you would still get the wait till your father gets home declaration

An encore ass whoopin was NOT hot in the streets

 

[Pazzy]

as if most of these people had a father to begin with to hear those words said to them.

 

[The Prince of All Saiyans]

i got slapped by my grandma


too old to be spanked(stop.)

but damn i was slapped

 

[BedRoomI'z]

Man, I was about nine years old, and my mom gave a twenty dollar bill and told me to spend only two
dollars at the lil May Day shyt we was having at my elementary school.
C'mon, you give a kid twenty bucks and expect him
or her to be responsible at a fair!?

Needless to say, I saw all the popcorn, corn dogs and cotton candy
as far as the eyes could see. Even in my infinite little kid wisdom,
I said to myself "might as well go out with a bang"

Man that last hour of school was hell . They
pulled up beside me as I was walking up to the house and I
immediately started I guess they were coming to pick me up, but
I dipped before they got there

Truth be told, both of them were tit for tat