How about a "back in the day my dad whooped some butt!" Thread?

My dad was a small little (5'5" @ 125#) Scotch/Irish guy but he did have a way about him. He could box both your ears off before you knew what hit you but he never used violence.
If you did the right thing, he was the 1st to praise you for it and he always remembered the good things that you did and sometimes that resulted in a little trip to places you liked to go...ice cream shop, hot dog stand, Cincy Reds game, etc.
If you did mess up in his presence, he would usually talk to you in that tone of voice which meant that he was upset and you better change your ways.
If you got that "wait till your father gets home" statement from mom, you know you are in deep doggy do-do.
Sometimes he would address the problem before dinner, sometimes during dinner, sometimes after dinner, sometimes before bedtime and sometimes a week later and sometimes NEVER.
You never knew when IT was going to happen. The fear of the unknown will tear you inside out and make you think twice before doing something stupid.

I only got spanked 1 time that I can remember. :coffee2: