🔥☣️🏒The Sin Bin🏒☣️🔥

Mine didn't tell me he was gonna. . he just did it.
Any time he said "come here" I immediately thought about what I may have done wrong and wondered if I was in trouble or not :lau
What always put the 'fear of God' into me was what my mother would say, "Just wait till your Dad gets home!" Absolute fear! Cuz I knew what was going to happen! :lau
 
There wasn't a lot of dialogue leading up to a punishment in my house. It was more of a. . you dang well know what you done. And if I didn't I was in trouble until I figured it out. :gig
With me, there were other siblings to 'blame' things on ....and me being the youngest, I 'always' got the blame...whether or not I actually deserved it!
 
I remember my father standing at the table and taking off his belt while addressing threats to my evil sister. She flipped him the bird, dropped the 'F' bomb at him and exited the kitchen. I was sure that he would kill her - never did.

Then there was the time that I threw the rubber snake on him while he was in bed. Chased me down the stairs, out the door and I paused at the top of the hill across the road. He stood there totally naked shaking the belt and saying, "You gotta come home sometime boy." I worked my homecomings around his shift work. I was never physically disciplined, but y'all sense my rule following goodness I am sure.
 

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