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When teen laughs at spanking, dad uses more shocking form of discipline
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Mo Barnes
May 22, 2019
1:59 pm
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For many parents, discipline comes in many forms, including spanking. As a child gets older, however, spanking sometimes becomes more difficult.
One Florida father decided that when his 17-year-old son was acting up again he would use his belt. After a few blows, however, the teen laughed at his father and the spanking .
The reaction from his dad was to put down the belt and grab something else. That decision landed him in jail.
The Pasco County Sheriff’s office received a complaint of child abuse and investigated Waren Gibson, 50, of Land O’ Lakes, Florida. Gibson admitted to officers that he not only spanked his son, but when the teen laughed, he also grabbed his Taser and used it on him. According to the arrest report, Gibson “used a cane Taser one time on the inside of the victim’s left leg.”
Gibson said neither form of punishment left a mark on the child, according to the report, and authorities said they “did not observe any injuries on the victim at this time.”
Gibson was arrested on Monday, May 20, 2019, charged with felony child abuse and taken to the Pasco County Jail. His son told police that “he did not have any marks from the belt or the Taser,” the according to the police report.
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When teen laughs at spanking, dad uses more shocking form of discipline
By
Mo Barnes
May 22, 2019
1:59 pm
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For many parents, discipline comes in many forms, including spanking. As a child gets older, however, spanking sometimes becomes more difficult.
One Florida father decided that when his 17-year-old son was acting up again he would use his belt. After a few blows, however, the teen laughed at his father and the spanking .
The reaction from his dad was to put down the belt and grab something else. That decision landed him in jail.
The Pasco County Sheriff’s office received a complaint of child abuse and investigated Waren Gibson, 50, of Land O’ Lakes, Florida. Gibson admitted to officers that he not only spanked his son, but when the teen laughed, he also grabbed his Taser and used it on him. According to the arrest report, Gibson “used a cane Taser one time on the inside of the victim’s left leg.”
Gibson said neither form of punishment left a mark on the child, according to the report, and authorities said they “did not observe any injuries on the victim at this time.”
Gibson was arrested on Monday, May 20, 2019, charged with felony child abuse and taken to the Pasco County Jail. His son told police that “he did not have any marks from the belt or the Taser,” the according to the police report.
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May 15, 2017 / 11:59 AM
/ CBS News
When Brad Howard received an email from his 17-year-old son's physics teacher about the high school junior's disruptive behavior in class, he decided to sit him down and have a talk.
"If I get another call from her, I'm going to come up there to your school and sit with you in class," Howard warned his son, Bradley.
The teenager behaved for a couple months without complaint. But two weeks ago, Howard's wife, Denise, told her husband there was another incident.
"You need to go up there and make good on your promise," said Denise, waking Brad up early on a Friday morning. "You have to go to school today."
Friday was his only day off, but Howard called Rockwall-Heath High School in Heath, Texas, as well as Bradley's teacher, to ask for permission to sit-in on the class. They agreed.
Howard got to the class early and took a seat at Bradley's desk. He watched as his son walked into the classroom, laughing and greeting his friends.
Then the teen heard a familiar voice from behind, "Hello, Bradley."
He turned around, and sure enough, his dad was sitting in his chair with his arms folded.
"He was pretty shocked. I think the whole class was a little intimidated at first," Howard told CBS News. "But he put two and two together."
About 40 minutes into the class, Howard snapped a picture to send to his wife, proving he followed through on his promise. She then forwarded the photo in a family group text to show their other children the consequences of bad behavior in school.
"My son is very kind hearted, but he's very talkative," Howard explained. "He loves to be the life of the party — loves to get a laugh. He's 'Mr. Personality.'"
Brad's sister, Molli, poked fun at her younger brother on Twitter, posting her dad's very serious selfie from inside the high school classroom.
"My dad told my brother if he got another call from the physics teacher complaining he would go sit in his class..dad got another call," she wrote in a tweet that has gone viral with nearly 2,000 retweets.
My dad told my brother if he got another call from the physics teacher complaining he would go sit in his class..dad got another call 😂 pic.twitter.com/zteNyXqhpy
While thousands online may have gotten a kick out of the dad's unusual parenting style, Howard said his son took the punishment very seriously.
"Sitting there, he realized that his actions caused a great inconvenience to me," Howard said. "I probably wouldn't do that again, but it's helped Bradley. He's been doing good in that classroom ever since."
First published on May 15, 2017 / 11:59 AM
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All my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me… I was my father’s lover and he was mine. Everything was perfect.
I didn’t cry. It was painful what he did, but I didn’t cry. He said it was ok.
I didn’t cry the second time either. I liked it. He was gentler. He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it.
I went to him the third time it happened, it was raining and the thunders scared me. We did it again, I enjoyed it. We began to do it more often, and each time I enjoyed it more.
I was twelve that first time, and a happy child, happier than any other child I knew. I doubt if any other child had so much love. I was my father’s lover and he was mine. Everything was perfect.
And then, on my twentieth birthday, the unthinkable happened.
My father broke up with me. Just like that. He said it wasn’t right, what we do, and that we must stop. End of matter. It felt like a full stop at the end of an epitaph. It was too sudden.
I had no warning, no premonition. The break up was like death. I had taken the week off from school just to be with the only man in my life, the best man I ever knew, or so I thought. I thought my birthday would have ended sensually, like all the others. It was usually the best birthday present he gives me, a passionate night of love making right out of a romance novel.
It had been a while. My higher education had taken me away. And I sorely missed my beloved father. I went home that day with thoughts of my father obscuring all other thoughts. I arrived late in the evening. He wasn’t home yet. I made myself as adorable as he liked. It was not hard. My allure had never needed much artificial furnishings; a touch here and a touch there, and I would be set to win any beauty contest. That evening I was at my best.
All my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me.
Instead, I got the shock of my life. That terrible day, I knew exactly how the deer must feel when the hunter’s bullet crashes through its heart. I learnt how it must feel to be shot out of the sky.
I had hoped he didn’t mean it, that this was just another punishment, but the way he said it convinced me it was final. I knew my father; I knew the look on his face. It was the same look he had when he shot Dragon our Alsatian. This was not like before when he would refuse to touch me because I misbehaved. My father had never hit me or scolded me; his punishments were usually more severe and silent. He would simply refuse to touch me for days on end. Such days were hell for me. I could barely survive without him. When he was pleased with me, he really would take his time and give me much pleasure that I never knew was possible.
I was a very well behaved child; I had all the proper manners for a proper lady. Thanks to my father.
But this was no punishment. This was a cessation. This was my death. I tried to make him see reason, to convince him that we were to be forever. I told him of our joys, our laughs and how love couldn’t be any better. I begged him not to kill his beloved and only child.
It is true what they say. Men are beasts; unfeeling beasts.
How could he end something so wonderful, something so perfect? He said he still loved me, but I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t even look me in the eye when he said it. There must have been a reason, but I didn’t care for whatever it was. I knew it wasn’t about right or wrong, there is no love that can be wrong, especially the kind we had. It was beautiful; we were one, my father and I. Our love transcended that of a father and his daughter. It was the stuff of heaven. No, His reason wasn’t religious, not at all, my father wasn’t that sentimental. I was his sole religion, he worshiped me.
There was no one else either, I knew that much. My mother died while birthing me. Ever since, I had been my father’s heartbeat. And he was my breath. I never missed my mother. I never knew her, never would meet her. I would, perhaps, have liked to know her, but somehow I thank God she wasn’t with us. It would have been awkward. I don’t think I could have shared my father with any one.
My father gave no reason for killing me. He couldn’t explain why we could no longer have what we had. There was nothing I didn’t think, there was no thought I didn’t wish to explain his decision by. Something, perhaps, must have happened to his hormones. I couldn’t believe this was my perfect father. I couldn’t believe my day could ever become so dark.
He only said he was doing it for me, that it was for the best, my best. How could I have ever believed the man loved me? He even looked sad that day, so sorrowful and tired. In better times and in our previous world, I would have taken him in my arms as I was wont, and work my magic on him. Over the years I had learnt his special recipe. I was the only one who knew his mix. I had never asked him, but I sensed that even my mother didn’t take him to the heights I took him.
But his words belied the sorrow on his features. He had said the break up words so casually, as if he had thought it through and found it a simple matter. There should be a special kind of voice and words for pronouncements of that nature, something equal and suitably terrible. The normalcy and casualness of his words were a negation. It was like mockery. I didn’t know I could ever stop being what I was to him; I had never thought our relationship would end. But end it did, and in so shocking a manner. Good things shouldn’t end that abruptly. Relationships don’t die at once. Death is not a casual occurrence.
The most painful part of it was that I didn’t die. I felt like dying. I wanted to die. But I didn’t know how to go about it. I should have killed him too; I should have hurt him too. He looked like he was hurting, but I should have made sure. It is too painful to feel the pain of death and yet be alive. There is no pain worse than the pain of death.
And then, the man wanted us to be Father and Daughter, just father and daughter. I couldn’t understand why he would want to reduce our love to something merely biological and normal. Why on earth couldn’t he see that I could never be happy as just his daughter, and that I could never be remotely happy with any other arrangement? We were happy, I made him happy. Why do some people reject their own happiness?
For a long time I had believed my father loved me. On my twentiethbirthday, I knew the truth. That day was my awakening to the heartlessness of men, and the absurdity of love. That day, I grew up, I grew old and I died.
It was the last day I spoke or saw my father. He killed me, so I made sure I remained dead to him. I became a living dead, dead inside and alive only in looks.
As I left him that evening, I looked back a lot of times. He didn’t recant, he didn’t rethink. He watched me leave. The tears were streaming from both our eyelids. I could feel his sorrow; it was thick enough to touch. The feeling was apt; death had occurred.
The man came for me twice, later. But he came as a father coming for his daughter. He should have come for me as a soul for its soul mate, like breath for air, like the dying for life. That was what we were; romance and its love.
He came, just that twice. I waited for him too, but he never came again. I gave up.
I made a new resolve. Men would learn from me, the very hard way. I have what they want. My beauty is the glaring kind that every body agrees with. But my heart would be a different matter. I knew most men wouldn’t resist me; they can’t be as tough as my father, my looks were not enough for that man to change his mind and do the right thing, the best thing.
It wasn’t easy. It took a while before I could stand the touch of any other man, but vengeance helped me detach my body from myself.
I would forever be grateful for my looks; it was my ultimate shield. It helped me survive and helped my resolve. I set off on a mission, to hurt as I had been hurt. I soon became very successful. I brought both boys and men to their knees. I killed them and still left them alive. I remember the families that fought themselves over me, the brothers that would never forgive each other, the scandalized churches and governments, the suicides, the bankruptcies. There is a lot a body can do when it is rightly motivated.
My father didn’t know what he unleashed.
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