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I was raised in a house where you only got spanked when you really crossed the line. Thinking back to childhood, I can only remember a handful of times when this occurred; the only distinct memory being when I was throwing a rock around a visiting guest's car and planted it right in the middle of the rear windshield.
It wasn't like I was being malicious, just 6 and oblivious to anything other than the fact that throwing rocks was fun, and a quick swat from my dad certainly brought it to my attention that this was not acceptable behavior. My only other memory of physical punishment against children came from my days in a rural public school I began home-schooling after third grade and never went back.
Having a small student body meant mixed classes of older and younger children. After a gym class was disrupted by some particularly disrespectful horseplay from a couple of older students, the teacher sent for the heavy wooden paddle from the office, evenly split the class in two, regardless of their involvement, and gave every member of one group five hard whacks while the others watched.
I'm not really sure what he planned on teaching us that day -- that sometimes the innocent are hurt during the pursuit of justice? That he was just a really cruel bastard who'd had enough screwing around, goddamnit? A I understand that spanking can be an effective tool for discipline when used judiciously.
B Misuse of this tool provokes a strong, angry reaction in me. Now that I've given you my personal preamble, let me give you the setup to the current scenario. I have two nephews; let's call them Taz and Dexter. Taz is older, and quite a handful. He has a short attention span, doesn't listen or take directions well and is extremely physically rambunctious.