A big beating
In my youth, about 60 years ago, beating was a very ordinary punishment. Not only parents, but also teachers and a few times the local agent, punished you with a few firm taps on your head or your butt. As long as it remained within the limits of the time and you had no physical consequences of it, they hardly cared about it. In some families, the beating was bordered by heavy assault and was beaten with belts, whips and slats. Sometimes with dramatic consequences. Physically as well as psychologically. In strict Christian circles it was also seen as a direct assignment from the Bible.
“Whoever loves his child does not spare the rod”
Did it help, did you leave it out of your head next time? Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. My mother gave a slap on a regular basis, but that was not so much. When you saw the raised hand coming towards you, you ran away or walked around the large dining table. By the time she was with you, you'd quickly crawled under it. After five minutes, you forgot about it again. My father hit your buttocks very rarely and always. You really had to have made it very furry and after the punishment you felt your buttocks for a while and certainly had enough for a year again. You often changed your mind a few times before you made the next offense. I left trauma to it. No, not to the blows. That one time I got them wrongfully for something my sister had done.
En ja... ik ben zeker voorstander van een opvoedkundige tik als ze dat verdienen.
Ik ben groot voorstander van jouw recepten! En fysiek straffen wil ik niet. Ik vind dat ik fout zit als het toch gebeurt: verlies m'n geduld of zo, ben onmachtig.
(ik heb ooit een keer geslagen maar toen was ik inderdaad over de rooie - verder straf ik nooit want ik vind alles gewoon goed :) )