My mum once beat me in the Arndale Centre on two separate occasions, years apart.
I think she thought it was ok to beat me in another city, then return to Liverpool and pretend it didn't happen. She didn't 'beat' me as such (I sound like Joseph Jackson now). It was more a case of dragging me a good few metres by my hair then looking at the escalators and shouting "You're impossible. I'm either going to jump or throw you, you little crank!" Bless my mother.

EDIT: that is honestly a funny family story. I'm not about to write one of those "Oh Doooon't Mummy!" books.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:54, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Aww bless
I only got hit once by my dad, that was enough to last me a lifetime. I learnt pretty quickly what level to take annoyance to before stopping and running! Hehe

EDIT: I hate those books. They're always called something like: Bruised, or Unwanted or Unloved.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:01, Reply)

My dad smacked me and my sister once
and he still feels guilty about it.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:02, Reply)

Mine too!
He wasn't around much when we were kids so I think that's why he feels guilty about it. Shit I'd lose my temper too if I had three screaming children jumping around biting one another, I'm thankful he didn't kill us.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:07, Reply)

Aw, my little dad only smacked me once.
I did ram a sharp pencil through his guitar, so I'd say it was fair. Anyway, he burst out crying and made me toast and hot chocolate afterwards, thus negating the effects of the punishment. My mother would have done it properly. And called me a crank in the process.

EDIT: or "Granny, not the coathanger again."
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:03, Reply)

"Granny, not the coathanger again."
That's my favourite so far!
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:07, Reply)

I haz a proud.

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:09, Reply)

ha
"coathanger granny" - that was my dad before the proper beatings started (see below).

Except he used a leather glove - which was so pathetically painless it was laughable - my brother and i would always end up laughing instead of crying or repenting for whatever we had done.
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:13, Reply)

my dad hit me
a few times.

Once because I was throwing snowballs at cars coming round a blind curve (12 years old, wasn't thinking about accidents or death) with my brother and friend - one driver stopped and chased us, caught me and took me home, so i got the worst of it.

Don't remember reasons for the others, but i did fight him one time he was trying to beat my brother.
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:10, Reply)

I swing between "some kids need a good wallop" and "hitting a big person is assault so why is hitting a little person ok?"
Saying that, I'm fine too. And apart from the odd outburst, I think my mum was a sweetie. My dad was probably too soft with me.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:15, Reply)