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[Solus]

I wouldn't have got past the first round of 'putting the item in the buggy the second time after being told no'......after that, I would have to do everything standing up for a while.

Exactly.  If the father was doing his job, he should have only needed to to shake his head no, nod back towards the shelf and the kid would have put it back.

Discussion might still be open and the kid might try a bit of pleading, but a "Final no" should end that.

Kids will have 'moods' and tantrums and, when in private, they can run their course if the situation allows, but no way should a kid act that way in public a second time and live.

[Timothy]

I can agree with all that's been said but just in case......I sent the link to my daughter!

 

Her fella is a bit of dipsh!t!

[santahog]

Surely I'm not the only one who laughs, talking about "gettin whippins"..
I wasn't a bad kid. I just had an opinion and wasn't afraid to challange authority.. (Never did get past that, or so I'm told..) More of mine, from "other than parents" was from challanging authority or blowing off homework.. I went to private school for all but two years, (both, 8th grade).. I was the first person in the history of the elementary school to get paddled.. I got seven licks with a ping-pong paddle.. I was as much in shock as I was hurt.. That was the beginning of a trend in school(s).... It was college before I could go to school and expect not to be beat on.. 
It was the teachers trying to establish control over the class that hurt the most.. The smaller the (female) teacher, the harder they hit.. I made the mistake of laughing when one swung so hard that she picked her feet up off the floor when she hit me. Licks 2 and 3 weren't as funny.. I learned early on, the concept of "Thank you, Sir. May I have another?".. I think what they hated the most was that I wouldn't quit having fun with them.. (But they didn't leave themselves with something left undone with/to me)..
Daddy was the not so fun part of that conversation.. I got 4 whippins in the last four years. I remember those pretty well too.. I wore that belt till it literally rotted off of me, after he died.. "That was MY trophy, and I earned it". Mother was more like "Oh, shit. Duck!" or mass punishment.. Her favorite tools were a hair brush or a metal handle fly swatter, (the latter being my choice to carry on the tradition). I got caught with a corset of some sort one time. It didn't hurt but it hit me like 100 times by the end of the swing.. I remember, I caught myself smiling, but she was headed in the bathroom and I got away with it.. It really was funny... She told me if she had to do it again that she'd get the hair brush.. I wandered off at that point.. I don't know why I remember that one in particular. I guess it was just a little peculure is all..
I learned alot.. Not the least of which was that the well timed and placed, judicious use of a metal fly swatter handle will save so many people, including the recipient, so much time and heartache in the short term and over the long run, that it's worthy of any civil society.. My Drill Sgt. called the principle "A little pain, to make yo mind right".

[Pathfinder]

Santahog, it's also "spare the rod, spoil the child".

With my folks, it was a yardstick as the designated implement of correction. Occasionally a hairbrush if the yardstick wasn't to be found. One time, a piece of lath - that one left a mark! 

Last time I got whupped, my Mom - who was much shorter than I - came a whalin' on me with the yardstick and it broke after 2 or 3 indiscriminate whacks. I looked at the broken piece on the floor, and burst out laughing out loud. My Mom just glared at me and stomped off.

[santahog]

Anybody besides me grow up with a "Switch Bush" out by the garage? Ever come back with one that was "too small"?.. That one was the beginnings of "Step up and take responsibility" or "Get it over with" or "It's better to have more control over ones own fate, rather than less"... It's amazing, the lessons one can learn.. 

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[tt11758]

When "corrections" were administered at home, my mom used a ping pong paddle from which she had removed the padding.  Then she decided to drill holes in it to cut down on wind resistance.

[PegLeg45]

Anybody besides me grow up with a "Switch Bush" out by the garage? Ever come back with one that was "too small"?.. That one was the beginnings of "Step up and take responsibility" or "Get it over with" or "It's better to have more control over ones own fate, rather than less"... It's amazing, the lessons one can learn..  

I had to go get many a switch off the old peach tree when I was a kid. That was a long walk down the fence row and back. I made the mistake ONCE and brought back a half-rotten one and it broke on the first down-swing. I knew I was in for it when my mom said, "Well, I reckon I'll have to go pick one out."

I got it with yardsticks also.....my grandma got 'em from the feed & seed store. All the womenfolk in the family used them to push laundry down into the washer...and as a makeshift punishment dealer-outer (good thing was that they broke easily if you swung wrong).......worst day of my punishment history was when my father brought home a stack of aluminum yardsticks from his job.

[santahog]

........worst day of my punishment history was when my father brought home a stack of aluminum yardsticks from his job.

That's hysterical!!! Yeah.. I could see that as being a low point... That's funny!!!

I was visiting a friend's house as a kid one day and we were talking whippins.. The guy pointed to a whip hung on the wall and said something to the effect of "That's what my daddy uses". I don't know if it was true but I kinda shriveled at the thought at the time.. I didn't have the nerve to ask his daddy if it was true..

[santahog]

When "corrections" were administered at home, my mom used a ping pong paddle from which she had removed the padding.  Then she decided to drill holes in it to cut down on wind resistance.

Wow.. You got off easy!!! In Middle School and Military School, they used (actual dimension) 2x4s and boat paddles... In Military School, if you got taken to the office to get it, there was a ritual where the teacher would take which ever he was using and touch the top corner of the door frame. I never came out laughing from one of those trips.. I was a big boy and I got picked up off the floor a bit, more than once in there.. It hurt...

(Ping Pong Paddles... Pussy!!!!  My Drivers Ed teacher was worse than that!!!)

[Timothy]

My father never laid a hand on me!  He told me later on in life that he'd probably done worse than I had in his youth so he couldn't justify it...he was a strong man and probably afraid of hurting us.

My mom would spank me on occasion until one day when I was about 8 or 10, I started laughing at her, she spanked me harder and I laughed even more!

After that, she left me alone as well.  My punishment was usually grounding me!