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I used to get exponential beatings. When me and my younger brother were 5 and 3 respectively, we'd be in bunk beds early evening, and get told off for having a conversation that could be heard downstairs (through the ceiling? with a glass pushed up against it?).
It started with shouting and threats, but my brother was and is a complete fuckwit, and couldn't maintain a whisper, so on about the 3rd intervention by my dad, he smacked us on our behinds. I got 5 and my younger brother got 3. I didn't think this age-based ratio was entirely fair, seeing as it was my no-brain brother's fucking fault, but didn't raise the issue.
We were then told that the next intervention would involve me getting smacked 10 times, and my brother 6; then me 20 times, and my brother 12; then 40 times, and my brother 24; then 80 times, and my brother 48. You get the picture.
The fucker (my dad) actually followed through as far the latter numbers mentioned above. And of course each smack would accompany a syllable of an improvised rant about how naughty we were being (with a bit of counting).
That's just one example from the late 70s. By the time the late 80s had come around, things had moved on to incredible levels of dysfunction. But it would need its own thread, and I don't have the time or inclination.
Discliplining my own son is a fucking nightmare. I'm just hanging in there till he starts school next year, and hopefully things will become clearer…