Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Whippings as a Child to Correct Naughtiness

I was an inexperienced child who thought the thinner the willow switch was, the less it would hurt; not so, the thinner the bigger the pain.
Those words didn’t need explaining.
Your heart dropped before your feet even moved.
The walk outside felt longer than it really was.
Every step was heavy. Every branch looked wrong.
You weren’t choosing just a switch.
You were choosing your fate.
There were no negotiations.
No debates.
No countdowns.
You knew you’d messed up. And you knew what came next.
But here’s the part people don’t talk about.
That fear taught limits.
That pause taught consequences.
That moment burned the lesson into your memory so deeply you never needed to repeat it.
It wasn’t about cruelty.
It was about order.
It was about learning where the line was.
And once you crossed it, you didn’t forget.

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