rSlash - r/TraumatizeThemBack Spanking a Teenager Backfired

Episode Date: July 22, 2024

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Benefits vary by card, other conditions apply. Welcome to r slash traumatize them back, which is a new subreddit for this channel. It's basically just short and sweet stories about people matching negative energy. You be a jerk to me, I'll be a jerk to you. Our next reddit post is from Sigi. More than 20 years ago, when me and my sisters were still in elementary school, our mom took us out to go shopping. After everything was over, we stopped by the bookstore.

This bookstore also sold games. While me and my sister were looking into the games we wanted, a little boy around our age came next to us, opened up one of the games containing a game disc and poked my sister in the eye. My sister immediately started to cry her eyes out and my mom rushed over to see what was happening. My mom scolded the little boy after hearing what happened, which made him get upset and he went to grab his Karen of a mother. Karen comes over and demands to know who yelled at her son. My mom and the Karen began to get into a

shouting match. My mom argued that the kid had no reason to hurt my sister like that and he should be taught better. Karen argued, well boys will be boys and that he doesn't know any better. She asked my mom, why are you overreacting? I decided that enough was enough. So I kicked the boy as hard as I could, making him fall on his butt. He began to let out the most annoying cry I've ever heard. The Karen quickly rushed over to her little turd and began shouting at me. I looked her in the eye and said, boys will be boys, why are you overreacting? The Karen tried to argue more, but her friend, or maybe her sister, held her back and ushered

her out of the store. We went to get burgers and fries afterwards, but my mom also lectured me about how violence isn't the answer. Me being a little sprouty elementary kid didn't care and rode that hype train for weeks. True, violence isn't always the answer, but sometimes, unfortunately, it's the only answer. Our next Reddit post is from lyrical lotus. When I was 17 years old, I was in a very serious car accident that nearly killed me.

One of my tires blew out while I was driving 50 miles per hour in a 55 mile per hour zone, and my car flipped several times off the road. My seatbelt saved my life, and the fact that I put both arms over my head as my car was flipping saved my face and head from severe damage. As a result, however, the skin on my left forearm was nearly torn off from fingers to elbow, leaving me with significant scarring. The doctors at one point suggested plastic surgery, but my family couldn't afford it. Luckily, my wounds healed a bit over time on their own with consistent care and some physical therapy. Within a few years, the scars were still visible, but not nearly as grotesque as before. I still feel self-conscious, but people asking me about them was very rare, and if it did

happen, it came from a concerned place and was spoken quietly and with respect. Fast forward a few years later. I was an undergrad at university and was working at the library on campus. One of my co-workers, Christine, was the kind of person who would intentionally bring down people around her. She was also a bit older than most of us, a non-traditional student as defined by our university, and would frequently complain about how much she hated anyone under 40 years old.

Despite this, I tried to brush off her comments, not let her get to me, and just stick to my work. One day at work, we were busy and had to do a lot of multitasking. I was reaching up to grab something, and my long sleeve, which normally covers my scars, rode up. Christine made this disgusted gasp like a, and shouted, EW GROSS, what the hell did you do to yourself? Your arm is disgusting! Being put on the spot like that made me want to disappear, but since I couldn't, I took a breath, looked her square in the eye and replied, Oh, my arm?

I was in a car accident that nearly killed me, and these scars were from all the glass and debris. But thanks for pointing that out, it's nice to be reminded of one of the scariest moments of my life while I'm working. Christine turned pale and just kinda stood there. Our co-workers dared at her in horror and disgust. The nearby students glared at her and called her a B-word. I just went about my work day. Christine never spoke to me again and she ended up quitting a short time later, the

details of which I'm unaware. But I often wonder if our interaction that day had anything to do with it. Our next reddit post is from Genuine Clamhat. My mother has always been fond of physical punishment. She's a pusher, slapper, hit with random objects-er and a spanker. I got spanked for a lot of things I did and things that she perceived that I did. She spanked me well into being a teenager as well. I was 16 or 17 at the time of this story, and my wet towel from showering was on my bed. My mother always lost

her mind over me not hanging a towel properly, and frankly, this was a mistake that I made often. She came in while I was dressing, saw the towel and she immediately grabbed me, spun me around and started spanking. I don't know what happened but it was like the devil took over. Instead of crying out in pain I said, oh, ohhhhh. She was confused and asked, what sort of smartass response was that? My response, after so many spankings, I was wondering when I would start to enjoy it. She looked horrified and left my room, but I called down the hallway, come back, we can take our relationship to the next level.

I was never spanked again. Alright, apparently this is a common response from smart aleck kids because we have this story from Mathander. I used to get spanked as a kid. When I was around 8, my brother, who's 6 years older than me, told me to do this the next time that I was spanked. The time came, Dad put me over the knee and gave me a spanking and I shouted, HARDER DADDY!

HARDER! I was never spanked again. I had no idea why it worked and it wasn't until years later that I remembered the whole incident and just couldn't stop laughing. Then this story from Iron Daddy which feels appropriate. So my dad threatened to spank me at the dinner table when I was 14 and to be honest I probably deserved it. I stared at him and said, Only if you wear something sexy. My mom and sister just lost it. My dad tried to stay angry for a few more seconds before he started laughing too. Many years later, we still laugh our butts

off about this. Our next reddit post is from Astra Nuget. I grew up incredibly poor and ended up being a high achiever. I got my undergrad and masters and I started my doctorate by having full-time jobs on the side and getting full scholarships and assistantship stipends. I would always get accepted into top universities, but I would end up going to less impressive ones that would give me more money to be there. I took some time off school in the middle of my doctorate to care for my dying parents. I ended up dropping out and I cared for them for years. This year, they both died and left me some money. Not a lot, but more than I have ever had in my whole life. Before they died, I ended up applying for and getting into one of the top schools in the

country for my field and I got the biggest scholarship they offer. However, the cost of living was too expensive, so I had to turn it down. But when my parents suddenly passed and this money appeared, I chose to use that money to finish my education and focus on school for the next few years without needing a side job for the first time. My mom's dying wish was that I could afford the education I deserve. I just started two weeks ago, and most of my classmates are these incredibly privileged rich kids who are fresh out of their expensive fancy undergrads, living off their parents money in one of the most expensive cities in the world.

Like they have an apartment with rents that are $2000 a month, they have no job, no scholarship, and they complain about being poor. I was talking to a group of them during orientation and this one 22 year old girl started making weird passive aggressive comments about how I'm in my early 30s and started making digs on me about how I'm an older woman. I laughed off her comments, but her weird jokes about my age continued to happen. Later in the conversation, when we were talking about how we got into school, I looked at her straight in the eyes and told her the truth.

I was accepted into the school multiple times before, but actually I could never afford to accept the offer because I was too poor, so I started my doctorate elsewhere. But both of my parents actually got sick, so I left to care for them for three years while working another full-time job unrelated to my field to get by and support my family. They both died six months ago, and I got a full ride scholarship. And it was their dying wish that I use the money they left me to go to this school and finish my education. Her face completely dropped, and she stopped mentioning my age after that. Our next reddit post is from Kimchi and Mayo.

This happened about 4 years ago when my son was an infant. To be fair, my kid was a chunkster. A little Michelin man baby. Rolls on rolls. I knew this, my family knew this, everyone knew this. But I was getting absurdly tired of random strangers remarking on this. Call him cute, tell me he's got the best smile, talk about his white blonde hair. But for the love of all things holy on this unholy planet, stop telling me that he's fat! On this particular day, we're walking around the mall. My baby's in the stroller, burbling happy baby burbles.

We've just rounded a corner and come face to face with an older couple, probably in their 60s. Immediately, the woman screeches unnecessarily loud, aww look at him. I smile because I'm southern and polite and attempt to hit off the standard question. Yeah, he's six months old. He's- He's so fat. She bellows. And so are you, but he's six months old. He's… HE'S SO FAT! She bellows. And so are you, but he's too small to say it. The sentence was out of my mouth before I could think. I had been trying to cut back on my caffeine intake. I guess that's to say I was not at my best that day.

The husband of the pair was silent but goggle-eyed like he'd never heard anyone say something like that before. The woman floundered, looking shocked and looked like she was going to give me a stern talking to before I turned and walked away back the direction we came from. I'll be honest, there was a little bit of speed to my walk. I was embarrassed and I didn't want a confrontation in the middle of the mall walkway because I'm pretty sure that I'd cry. I'm not great at confrontation on a good day, let alone after a few months of barely

sleeping and a lack of coffee. Our next reddit post is from Thistlefizz. When my son was born, I was a stay at home dad for the first year of his life. We also lived in New York City and I loved taking him out into the city to do things. Nearly every subway ride though, I'd have some kind of encounter with a woman or group of women, usually boomers, who would say some variation of giving mom the day off or so nice to see dads babysitting once in a while. Now first off, it's not possible to babysit your own kid, it's just called parenting.

But second, I was the primary caregiver. Mom was at work while I stayed home with the boy. These comments got old fast. But I found a very nice trick that shut down these old biddies real quick. Anytime someone would ask if I was babysitting or giving mom the day off, my face would fall. I'd get real quiet and after taking a moment to compose myself, I'd say something like, My wife died during childbirth. Or, My wife is currently undergoing radiation treatment for stage 4 cancer. She's at a clinic in California.

I haven't seen her in months. Or, my favorites, His mom abandoned us when he was just 6 weeks old. She'd been using drugs pretty heavily while she was pregnant. So he was born addicted. I didn't hear from his mother for months after she left until one day I found out that she'd overdosed and died. This little guy is all I've got left of her. But we carry on, best we can. That shut him up real quick. Our next reddit post is from Bookspy.

I was working as a front end cashier for a local grocery store. It was around the time of my lunch break, so my line was closed off after this last customer. It was this grizzled 65 year old bearded guy. Whereas I am a 20 year old feminine cashier. As I finish ringing up his purchases, he goes to slide his card, and the machine doesn't work. I tell him to keep swiping until it beeps.

We were in the middle of changing to a new sales system so this was a common occurrence. While I'm waiting, I bend down to clean and organize. As I bend over, his card dings. Sweet, let's wrap this up so I can have lunch. Instead, the bearded guy said, Oh, it liked it when you did that. I'm still bent down under the till. I roll my eyes and then inspiration strikes. Petty, petty inspiration. I come up and ask, Did what, sir?

When you bent over, it worked. Why? Well, it liked it when you bent over. Why would it like it that I bent over? It's a boy card. Boys like it when girls bend over. But why? Well, they just do.

But why? I don't understand. Getting flustered, his face gets red and he mumbles, ma'am, you're making me a little uncomfortable. I drop the dumb act. I lean forward across the check stand and look right into his eyes. And how do you think I feel when a man makes an unwanted comment on my backside while I'm at work?

He turns 20 shades of red stammering. I, uh, I meant no disrespect. It was supposed to be a compliment. Sternly, I say it was disrespectful. Please don't comment on women's bodies when they work. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. He collected his bags and left

without another word. Our next reddit post is from AlternativeKey. One time I was out on a coffee date with a girl that I met through an app. She asked about my relationship with my parents, which is a normal question, but it's a bit awkward for me for reasons that will soon become clear. Since it was my first time meeting this woman, I tried to keep the tone as light as I could and just said, my father was in prison for a long time and I decided not to have contact with him when he was released. Normally, people don't ask any follow up questions after I say that since I'm a grown adult who can make my own judgements.

But she seemed really offended by this for some reason. She launched into a lecture about the importance of forgiveness and how anybody can make a mistake. She said that it's not okay to stop talking to a family member just because of one thing they did in the past, and that I should reach out to him and make amends now that he's served his time. This really bothered me, so I just responded, yeah, you're right. I guess he just accidentally forced himself on multiple women. Simple mistake. Could have happened to anyone, really. No big deal. The look of shock and discomfort on her face told me that she regretted pushing the issue.

We finished up our coffees and then never saw each other again. Really, OP? She didn't want a second date? But what about the importance of forgiveness? That was r slash traumatize them back and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast a second date, but what about the importance of forgiveness?