Quote Originally Posted by Ten Tailed Cat
My mum used to smack the palm of my hand really, really smurfing hard with a big wooden spoon, I used to preted to cry then laugh when i went upstairs because I got used to it until it didn't hurt anymore, when she caught me laughing once she kicked the smurf out of me and bruised my ribs lol :P I was a bad kid.
Oh your poor thing..!
I was really brave one day! I was cheeky to my dad, i mean.. "Shut the door amy!" "No! Im making Your Cup of tea.. why should i miss tele?"
"sHUT the door amy.." "Nope!" *WHACK*
my arm hurt
I shut the door and made the little bastards tea, banged it down on the floor and snidely said "If thats as hard as you can hit.. your loosing your touch" and ran upstairs cluching my arm