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Mytake Part 1 - The effects of my childhood spankings

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Mytake Part 1 - The effects of my childhood spankings

With so many topics rumbling about, what better subject then to address a topic that has happened to myself? When it comes to the topic of whether spanking is an effective means of child discipline, you typically either hear that no, it is not, it is abusive or proponents who declare that they turned out fine and that the lack of corporal punishment is the reason (or a major contributing reason as to the increased rates of violent crimes to which they see. While I cannot speak for everyone I can speak for myself so allow me to tell you of my experience with getting spanked as a child.

They asked me why I pushed that imputent brat. I did not push them, they had tripped but of course they did not want to listen. I was spanked. The next day I tried getting them to understand the truth. Given who had blamed me, they clearly weren't listening. The 3rd day comes and just like before it all happens the same. Well, I'm not the type to run away from my problems. I like to tackle them head on, even if it means I'll have to face the goliath and so because of my strong will, those miserable pieces of shit at the daycare I used to go to were gifted a beautiful lesson, (free of charge I might as well add! am I not kind?) in Newton's third law of physics. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and perhaps they should at least be at ease since I took the effort to make sure my reactions were equal. No more, no less. You smack my behind and I'll dig my nails into you until I'm certain you feel the same pain. Kick me, I'll charge right back. It wasn't just those losers at the daycare who did this to me. I had baby sitters, tutors, my parents and even one teacher who to my disappointment is still alive the last time I checked. And here I was hoping that Corana-chan or someother pestillence had caused that retard to reel over and croak, miserable preferably. Alas that was not the case. Well at the very least, I did give that waste of space a taste of their own poison when I twisted their arm after they struck my hand with a ruler. From a very early age, 5 I guess? I was spanked and unlike these plebs, I didn't hide or run away. Oh no. Go ahead. Spank me. I'll get justice. Let me show you what Newton's 3rd Law of motion is, and yes. When they met my perseverance they obviously tried to increase the force, tried to make it unpredictable but the results were the same and if I couldn't get back at them right away, then I would as soon as I got the chance. Perhaps most disappointingly of all, for whatever reason it took my idiotic parents an especially long time just to learn one simple fact:

Clearly any form of punishment just does not have an effect on curbing my justified behaviour. I've been spanked, grounded put into detention, suspended... it brings me joy remembering that one time I stabbed a fellow classmate with a pencil because they kept on pestering me. I got put into detention, they called my parents who then tried to spank me but I of course fought back. Literally. You could say I had very little sense of self-preservation given our size and age difference. They ask me if I feel bad about hitting that girl. Pff. As if. There's only one regret I have. I regret not telling that bitch of a classmate's mother to go screw herself even though by doing so I would've gotten either suspended or banished from future field trips. Eventually the spanking did stop one night when that pathetic excuse of a dad had tried one last time, the only difference being that this time I didn't fight back but it wasn't because I had given up, oh no. Looking back, I feel as though at that moment I had just learned something called delayed gratification. Sure, I could fight back but isn't there a better way to deal more damage in the end? I still spoke my mind to his feeble existence anyways and I think I oughtta be fair to him. It's not something he or any of those other losers can understand yet alone comprehend.

I've been spanked with varying degrees of intensity and unpredictability with different tools at a very young age and persistently when growing up. Sometimes they would tell me the reason why, other times not. Is the voice calm? Is it angry? Whatever. In the end, it did not matter. Clearly punishing me has no effect. Clearly the spankings did nothing to stop who I am. Clearly the spankings did not work on me.

Oh and one more thing. I'm only telling you all this because the statue of limitations has already passed, so if you happen to be a law enforcer and you have a problem with this, well sucks to be you!... even though strangely enough I don't actually have much beef with law enforcement. I guess it helps that as a rarity, I haven't been screwed over by them. Thankfully obeying the law hasn't caused me to get punished though if that were to ever happen, then you can bet all bets are off. There's no point in following the rules if you're just going to be punished anyways, am I right? I know I am. Spankings have not improved me and it is only because of my standard of addressing wrongs done to me that I don't just go out there and make a mess of things though perhaps I'm making a mistake there. However, should I be punished, then I know I am in the right, after all. It's never easy doing the right thing. By being punished clearly they must be trying to stop me from doing a wonderful deed. Clearly I am justified.

So since those spankings never really improved me, do you want to know what did? Giving me what I want. Yeah, it sounds alien to you but for some reason whenever I was given what I requested, that desire to keep on going just sort of dies out for me. Don't get me wrong, it's still there but now I'm not so inclined to remedy these injuries. One time during school I was pestering a bunch of the popular kids at the lunch table. They clearly didn't want me there but I didn't care. I'm going to eat wherever I want, though one day one of them did bribe me with some food. I took it and from then on I didn't bother them. I got in several fights at the churches I attended and when they offered and actually gave me candy, well I relented. It is an appeasement after all, like an act of trying to make amends. I ought to be fair. A peace treaty. In the end it was kindness which is why they were spared of the righteous judgement which lies in wait! Maybe I won't be able to do the Holy work this time around but who knows? If there's another life, if I'm ever reincarnated then I'll keep doing what I've been doing. It does not matter what they punish me with. I must persevere in the end! Spankings, timeouts, being grounded, sent to a boarding school, flogged, waterboarded, total sensory deprivation, starvation, force-feeding, prison, whatever. These are all tribulations. I must stand steadfast in my duty. This is right. This is just. Oh how glorious will my eternal reward be if I just do not relent.

I'll laugh when they're writhing in utter misery, when they're just upon their deathbeds. They'll wish for release but death. Oh how it flees from them, taunts them. A lonely existence then one day they see a glimmer of hope only for it to be snatched away as the reaper claims them. Serves them right. To listen to a cacophony of their screams. What sweet melody to my ears, the backdrop makes a soothing canvas.

Hmm. Ever get the feeling that my priorities and ways of viewing things are just so alien?

Mytake Part 1 - The effects of my childhood spankings
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