To this day I can't remember what my transgression was, but my grandma beat me across the upper body with a 2x4 when I was 12. I was 6 feet tall and full of myself. She was 5 foot nothing, but still full of piss and vinegar. I have a feeling she may have been chastising me for some of my antics and I smarted off to her. That did it. Grandma reached for the nearest object to flail me with. The nearest object just happened to be a 2x4 from the woodpile on the porch. She started hitting me with the 2x4 all the while proclaiming that I was, in her words, an "Evil,evil child." I was laughing myself silly, which made grandma even madder so she doubled her attack. And I laughed even harder.I feel horrible about it now...I actually pushed this gentle old woman to hit me with a board and then laughed while she did her best to imagine me as a pinjata. Other then that, I got beat on a pretty regular basis growing up. Apparently I was a rotten kid. The worst was when I'd use my hands to cover my poor hurting ass and the belt (Or Hot Wheels track) would then become focused on my legs. Damn that sucked. And it always started out with the cliche "This is going to hurt me more then it hurts you."