Schmack!My father and step-mother we very verbally and physically abusive. It never stopped me from pushing buttons. Yet, I still remember how bad it hurt when they would take a metal spatula, heat it up on stove, pull down my jeans and beat me until my *** was glowing bright red! I honestly never recall crying. My dad use to snap his belt together to "put the fear of God in us" as it were. I never got hit with it though. He used the sound as more of a scare tactic. Chasing us around the house until we were sobbing and begging him to stop.
On a lighter note, my mom never hit us and the one time she did my sister and I laughed so hard. I can still see her chasing the two of us up the stairs and hitting us as hard as she could where ever she could get us. We were falling down on the staircase in hysterics she kept screaming, "this is hurting me way more than this is hurting you." Ah, my mommy!