I do not think beating a child is going to force respect or love for the parent.
Beating any creature, a horse, a child, a dog, is not the way to gain respect.
It may seem the way to gain respect, but that respect gained is not actually respect as it were, that respect gained is only some perverted twisted version of respect.
Sure, my father took the belt to me a few times as a kid, and I not only felt sorry for my dad with lowering himself to such a level, I thought of my dad as more of the child and less of the parent. I really felt sorry he had no clue as to how to handle the situation in an adult manner.
Taking the belt to the kid, for me, is like that parent admitting they have no true clue on how to parent in the first place.
And they have in fact failed at parenting.
Possibly, the parent is more upset with their own failures in parenting than with anything the kid may have done.
People have this tenancy to take out their anger on others for their own short comings.
I truly believe that is the case when any parent beats a child.
It just goes to common sense reasoning that physically beating any creature is simply an act of violence. And it is not good to teach any child or animal that violence is the answer or solution.
My father stopped that sort of violence the one time he was about to take the belt to me for staying out too late with my neighborhood buddies.
Old dad was mad, and took off his belt, and I was pissed that he would think that was the way to deal with this, so I said to my father, "GO AHEAD, MAKE ME BLEED".
My dad stopped in his tracks, put his belt back on, walked away, and never mentioned this again.
It wasn't until years later that my dad told the story and admitted he had to walk away because he almost broke out laughing at himself.
I think my father maybe realized that day he was indeed the child and I was more of a parent. I intellectually won that battle, and he realized that.
No more whippings, never again, after that day.
So if your a kid reading this, and you get in trouble where you are about to get a beating, just look your father/mother in the face and say, "GO AHEAD, MAKE ME BLEED".
Instead, my father discovered other ways to correct us kids.
Grounding, no TV for the week, no playing after school with my friends, and the worse nightmare of all... staying for the entire adult church service after Sunday school.
We lived a block from church, and we were allowed to leave and walk home after Sunday school was over. An hour or two of parent free home time where I could and would play my records full volume in the house on the BIG front-room stereo.
Nothing like spinning that vinyl recording of the Doors LIGHT MY FIRE at full glorious stereophonic volume with no parents in the house. Priceless!
And sitting thru an entire two hour adult church service knowing you missed that opportunity at home, was more punishment than my dad could ever imagine.
Straightened me out!
