Ooh, the peach switch brings back such fond memories. Nothing stings quite like it, plus you get the breathless thrill when you have to go and cut your own, knowing that if you don't please your mommie-master, the punishment will be all the worse.

Ah, but was your paddling clothed or bare-assed? And was there ever leather belts involved?

Gay Children's Day would be the most fabulous (and probably expensive) holiday evah.

I used to get the wooden spoon! I laughed more than cried though.

And we'd at least have the sense to put up a Crate and Barrell registry or something for the holiday to save our loved ones the distress of having to choose what to get us.

Gay Children's day. What an awesome idea. My parents threatened to hit me many times but only ever actually did one time. I won't tell you what I did to deserve it. Let's just say that I REALLY deserved it though.

I used to get whipped with one of those wooden paddles with the rubberband and ball attached to it....usually from my mother. If my Dad got involved I had really fucked up. I can't really complain because 9.5 out of 10 times I deserved it....

Gay Childrens Day would be great....I could finally spend one of these holidays at a restaurant that was not chosen by my eight year old neice...I will be dreaming of this holiday as I spend 3 hours cruising the Potomac on the Dandy for Mother's Day.

Mom used a ruler that she kept on the top of the fridge ... grandma would make us get a switch and if we came back with a wimpy one, we had to go back out and get another one and would get swatted twice as many times. Yeah, only took one trip to the yard to know which one that we needed to get.

Why use a switch when using your bare hand is so much more visceral and satisfying...

I want those damn flowers too.

I'd totally forgotten about having to cut my own switch from the tree in the front yard. Or maybe I'd surpressed it.

Thanks for the memories.

By the way:

I wish your shirt said: Alexis Arquette '08

or Alexis Bledel '08

My older brother ended the use of the switch at our house when in front of company, my dad sent him for a switch and he came back with a 2x4 crying and saying "here daddy, this is the one you used last time." The metal spatula was the next favorite.

I almost wish the shirt said "Alexis Carrington '88." She'd've beaten Bush AND Dukakis.

My mother would frequently give us the "If you don't stop that, I'm gonna go cut a switch," when she wanted us to stop making noise so she could nurse her hangover behave. It was as valid a threat as "I'm going to pull this car over." The only thing she liked better was to get the twofer: "I'm going to pull this car over and go cut me a switch!"

Ah - the switch. I remember it well even though I was spared . . . in my family, boys got the switch, girls got the guilt trip from mom and had to suffer the silent treatment from daddy -- i.e. no more shopping for you biatch. Think I may have preferred the switch.

My dad used to say "boy go get me something to whip you with". I came back w/dish sponge once. He laughed so hard I got out of the whoopin'. (that time, it only worked once)

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