My father didn't do alot of heavy handed discipline when I was growing up. I may have had a spanking or two, or perhaps a scolding once in awhile. (Yes, parents did spank naughty children back then.) But I must have really pushed him to his limit when I was about 14 or 15.
I believe that I had been lobbying my mother to do something or go somewhere and she was saying no...even though, she rarely said no. So, what I wanted to do must have been beyond her comfort level. The discussion must of gone on for awhile and I got a little mouthy. My dad was in ear shot of all this and warned me that if I talked back to my mother like that again, I'd get my mouth washed out with soap.
I continued and made the mistake of talking back to my mother again.
My father immediately grabbed me and marched me to the bathroom. With me resisting, he lathered up the green bar of Palmolive soap that was on bathroom sink. Even though I was by now greatly resisting, he managed to get the soap in my mouth and swish it around a few times. He told me I had been warned.
I got the message. I don't think I ever talked back to my mother again. And...I have tried to avoid Palmolive soap in any form. I think that in the end I ended up getting my way...spoiled little girl that I was.
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