Spare the rod and spoil the child. Too many people do not understand the difference between discipline and abuse anymore.

I just think that kids need to understand [i]why[/i] what they did was bad, that's how you build morals

I mean I think spanking would be okay, not really like child abuse

I think spanking your child is fully reasonable because when I have a child I am not going to let him just get away with getting in trouble and not face consequences

I was spanked as a child and I know how to respect people, most others don't, why shouldn't I spank mine?

Anybody ever got the chancla? That was the worst. My mom would also find anything to use. The vacuum cord came to mind.

I got my ass whooped when I was a kid and I turned out fine. I deserved it 99% of the time cause I was such an evil little shit looking back.

A weak, not harmful spank won't do any bad to your child. They need to learn discipline so they don't grow up and be brats. Its not abuse, they're not being beaten. If you hit your child with a belt, that would be more like abuse. Young children need to learn that good behavior yields rewards, and bad behavior doesn't.

No. My mom spanked me enough as a child, and it only made me madder. So its obviously not gonna change anything.

Spanking severely affected my childhood. I now suffer from discipline and respect for others.

Can there be a "I want to see results" option?

God it's a tough one. My dad hit and spanked out of anger a lot and we have always had a shitty relationship. I think maybe when it's done as a reasoned punishment and not out of anger and it can be constructive. But me and my brothers were all taught anger and violence that I still struggle to keep in check today, mostly at home. Just to clarify, I do not consider him abusive and he certainly never laid a hand on my mother. And 90 percent of the time we probably deserved it because we were legit assholes and caused them both a lot of grief.

Discipline is up to the parents of the kid. It shouldnt be anyone elses concern.

I will speak to them, just as my dad did, about life lessons and wrong from right. My father taught me discipline growing up and he did, in fact, spank me from time to time. He would explain what I did was wrong and the consequences that come with it. Sometimes these talks would last for hour. Im not kidding. I threatened a girl on the bus that i would cut off her head when i was 11 and i am NOT proud of that. Hell, i saw my dad for the first time in 3 years just a few weeks ago when i went up to visit. We sat in the hot tub drinkin non alcholohic beers and reminiscing about the days when i was but a young boy and he asked if I remembered what happened that day. I was kicked off the bus and my dad came and picked me up. Yes he was angry, but he did not spank me. Not yet. Angry spanking leads to abuse and he knew this because of what happened to him when he as younger. He did yell at me though. We got home and he told me he did not want to see me for at least two hours. I sat in that room waiting, knowing what was coming. He walked in the room after what seemed like was days. He came and sat beside me and told me with sadness in his eyes that I had let him down. He stood up and told me to stand up. I thought this was it. Instead he told me to come with him. We lived down the street from a city jail and we walked there. I never looked at him and he never looked at me. When we arrived he told me to sit on the bench and wait outside. Moments later a police officer walked out with him with a look of sadness as well. He told me to come see him and my dad also said the same. I walked inside while my dad waited outside and the officer began speaking to me while we walked to the place where the cells were. He said what i did was a crime. He explained that a threat was a serious thing and that i could end up in these cells one day. I remember there was a man sitting there in dirty clothes and i could smell alcohol. What i did not know at the time was that he was a man who had recieved a DWI later that morning and he just sat their. I remember he looked up at me and smiled. He asked me how i was doing then told me that the crimes we commit are not worth living your whole life behind the bars he was currently surrounded in. It scared the shit out of me. The officer took me back outside to my dad and we walked home. When we got back i went to my room with him and we talked for hours. I mean HOURS. It was midnight before i knew it. My dad did not want to spank me but he did eventually do it. It stung a little and when it was done i was so happy that it was the only thing i got. Did he have to spank me? I dont know. I am glad he did though. I learned a hard lesson the easy was that day and what my fathet did for me, i, my eyes, was nothing I could comprehend until i was older and living on my own. In short, I will spank my children, the same as my dad did. I will tell them what they did, i will show them the real world consequences of the action they commited, and then i will give them the discipline that i feel fits the wrong action (shy of abuse, mind you). Have a good day man. God bless.