Before I was thirteen and still living in my hometown our homes were fairly close to each other . My Dad always got home from work about 4:30 PM from the oilfield pipeyard . If I came home from school and the teacher called my mother up before I walked home two and a half blocks from school and told my mother that she had to give me a spanking at school , when I got home ; guess what . My mother dolled me out another spanking . And if I screamed to loud my mother would tell me " Don't tell the neighbors about it " then when my mother got through spanking me she would tell me until my Dad got home "Just wait until your Dad gets home " I always hated to see my Dad's car pull in the drive way . My Dad would give yet a thrid spanking and say " Go out side and play " Needless to say ; He didn't have to tell me twice . Oh my Daddy used the belt also .

After we had moved to the new town where my mother didn't like it I was about 14 . One day my mother ask me real nice like . Charles Carry the trash out . My mother was about 5 Ft 3 Inches tall and I was pushing 6 Ft by then . I pushed her back and said " I don't have to mind you ; you B _ _ _ _ !!!" My mother just happened to be sweeping the floor with a broom made out of broom straw at the time and she didn't waste no time let the top of my head have it with it . I was 49 years old when my mother died and she never had to ask me to carry the trash out again . I moved away 500 miles but every time I would go to visit her I would always ask her " Do you want me to carry the trash out ?" That broom made a beleiver out of me .

And you know what . I'm still breathing . It didn't kill me . What ever happened to coporal punishment in todays world ?