My maternal grandmother used to do this to me. She was a harsh woman who felt boys were unruly by nature and needed different means of discipline. One day she caught me trying to make a miniature "campfire" out of wooden stick matches on the kitchen floor. She yelled, "You'd burn the house down! Then where do you think you'd live?" Then she ordered me to sit down on the living room sofa. She came in and took off my pants and underwear and laid me down on my back. I got spanked in the diaper position anyway, so that seemed usual. She raised my legs and I could feel her holding my privates. Then with a steel ruler [my father still has it] she gave me 3 quick whacks on the testicles. I instantly curled up in the fetal position, screaming. I went on sobbing uncontrollably. [I was usually on my side by then.] This went on for maybe half an hour, to where I was wimpering like an infant. I was usually sent to bed when I got spanked, and basically grounded for the rest of the day. But in this case I had no desire to get up or go anywhere. In a few quick seconds I was basically out of commission for the rest of the day. If any of my siblings or cousins saw me and wondered what was going on, she'd yell, "Leave him alone! He's being punished."
Another time she caught me in the bathroom, dangling kleenex over a lit scented candle. It lit and I dropped it on the floor where it burned. It was a tile floor, but she was not amused. "You'll burn the house down! You need your balls balls smacked again." So she took me into the living room, where I was already crying and pretty much hysterical, since by this time I knew the procedure. As soon as she could get me stripped she had me on my back, legs up, and maybe 4 quick whacks on the testicles with that steel ruler. Once again I was curled up in a ball, screaming and blubbering for who knows how long. The pain just consumed my body. When I was spanked on my butt it always seemed like I could do something to reduce the pain. Lie this way or that way, or on my stomach. But when I got spanked on my testicles it was all pain. All I could do was lie there and bawl like a baby.
I have no idea why I did some of the stupid things I did as a kid. Yet another time, when I was supposed to be taking a bath, she opened the door to find me walking around on the rim of the bathtub. [I had broken one of the louvres in the window.] I was grabbed, naked, and led to my bedroom. I lay on the bed noisily crying while she went to the kitchen to get that ruler. I think I was too inconsolable to put up a fight that time. I got spanked on the testicles again, curled up in the fetal position, screaming as usual. She put the covers on me, shut off the lights, and closed the door. To this day if I get even bumped on the testicles I get intensely nauseated and feel like I'm going to vomit. I don't at all recommend the procedure. It was way too painful, and affected me for days. I guess the practice was common in southern IN where she grew up.
Is it normal for a mother to punish her son by spanking his testicles?
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My maternal grandmother used to do this to me. She was a harsh woman who felt boys were unruly by nature and needed different means of discipline. One day she caught me trying to make a miniature "campfire" out of wooden stick matches on the kitchen floor. She yelled, "You'd burn the house down! Then where do you think you'd live?" Then she ordered me to sit down on the living room sofa. She came in and took off my pants and underwear and laid me down on my back. I got spanked in the diaper position anyway, so that seemed usual. She raised my legs and I could feel her holding my privates. Then with a steel ruler [my father still has it] she gave me 3 quick whacks on the testicles. I instantly curled up in the fetal position, screaming. I went on sobbing uncontrollably. [I was usually on my side by then.] This went on for maybe half an hour, to where I was wimpering like an infant. I was usually sent to bed when I got spanked, and basically grounded for the rest of the day. But in this case I had no desire to get up or go anywhere. In a few quick seconds I was basically out of commission for the rest of the day. If any of my siblings or cousins saw me and wondered what was going on, she'd yell, "Leave him alone! He's being punished."
Another time she caught me in the bathroom, dangling kleenex over a lit scented candle. It lit and I dropped it on the floor where it burned. It was a tile floor, but she was not amused. "You'll burn the house down! You need your balls balls smacked again." So she took me into the living room, where I was already crying and pretty much hysterical, since by this time I knew the procedure. As soon as she could get me stripped she had me on my back, legs up, and maybe 4 quick whacks on the testicles with that steel ruler. Once again I was curled up in a ball, screaming and blubbering for who knows how long. The pain just consumed my body. When I was spanked on my butt it always seemed like I could do something to reduce the pain. Lie this way or that way, or on my stomach. But when I got spanked on my testicles it was all pain. All I could do was lie there and bawl like a baby.
I have no idea why I did some of the stupid things I did as a kid. Yet another time, when I was supposed to be taking a bath, she opened the door to find me walking around on the rim of the bathtub. [I had broken one of the louvres in the window.] I was grabbed, naked, and led to my bedroom. I lay on the bed noisily crying while she went to the kitchen to get that ruler. I think I was too inconsolable to put up a fight that time. I got spanked on the testicles again, curled up in the fetal position, screaming as usual. She put the covers on me, shut off the lights, and closed the door. To this day if I get even bumped on the testicles I get intensely nauseated and feel like I'm going to vomit. I don't at all recommend the procedure. It was way too painful, and affected me for days. I guess the practice was common in southern IN where she grew up.