My mind reading mother

I read a thread on getting in trouble when your mom heard of something you'd done from others. Not a problem for me. My mom was a mind reader.

My big problem was wearing my guilt on my face, not others saying something. Rarely did I have a spankable offense that I didn't get spanked. If it hadn't come out before, it would at bed time. Mom would come in, sit on the side of my bed and say something like, I want you to tell me what happened today, and I expect you to be totally honest because if you aren't …. she'd let it hang and before I could stop myself I'd be telling her everything.

There was part of me that wanted to confess despite it meaning a spanking. Mom would listen, say something like, “You know I can't let you go unpunished, don't you?” I'd say yes, I knew, or nod my head, and mom would say, “I'm sorry Thomas, I have to spank you. Get out of bed. I'll be right back.”

When she came back she'd be carrying something to spank with. Likely the hairbrush. She'd sit on the side of the bed, down would come my PJ bottoms, and we'd have a talk about what I'd done and the spanking I was about to get. Then, over her lap I'd go.

After a good hand spanking I'd be crying and she'd say, “I'm going to spank you with the hairbrush now. Get ready!” and smack it would hit and my bottom would burst into waves of deep hurt. After 10 to 15 with the brush it would be over, unless I'd really messed up in which case after I'd got up off her lap she'd say, “That was just the first part, Thomas. I'm going to get the strap for you now. I want you sit on the bed and wait for me.”

I was given a little time to calm down and then I'd hear her coming down the hall and when she came into my bedroom she'd have the strap. “Stand up,” she'd tell me. “Turn around.” Then she'd place my pillow on the bed, tell me to take my PJ bottoms right off and, “lie over the pillow please, bottom nice and high up. That's good. A little further forward please. Legs a little apart. That's good. Now I want you to lift your bottom up. Go on your elbows some. You know what to do. Okay, that's good. I'm sorry about this, Thomas, but you need it, don't you? Don't you?" I'd mumble something and she'd say, “I'm going to strap you now, Thomas. Right now!” and splat the strap would land, I'd bellow.

I'd get six to ten with the strap. Slowly, deliberately with her telling me how sorry she was she had to strap me but I needed it and she had to make sure it was a good strapping so I'd learn my lesson.

Afterwards I remember sobbing, her holding me, comforting me, saying it was all over now, how brave I'd been, how sorry she was she had to spank me and how she hoped I'd be a good boy and not need to be spanked. Sometimes she tell me how she too had been spanked by her mother, my grandmother, when she was my age so she knew how much it hurt and she also knew how it could help me be a better boy, just as it had helped her to be better.

I wonder how many others had mothers who were mind readers.

I think it's definitely or instinctively a “Mom” thing! I could bet and win that our Mom has a sixth sense or some kind of mental telepathy whether we were hiding some wrong doing of sorts, or if she gave us that penetrating curious look and asked how we are feeling and we tried to hide the truth, fearing the result of an admission!

I think it's defintely or instintively a “Mom” thing! I could bet and win that our Mom has a sixth sense or some kind of mental telepathy whether we were hiding some wrong doing of sorts, or if she gave us that penetrating curious look and asked how we are feeling and we tried to hide the truth, fearing the result of an admission!

If so, my mother never had that instinct.

She would take at face value my sister's lies and exaggerations whenever she went running to mommy to complain. And if I may say, I became pretty adept at concealing things from my mother when young. Nothing special as such but things like going to play in places she didn't approve of or was scared of, buying comics/candy and sneaking them into the house.

For once I agree with agracier. I had my mom pretty snowed. I was careful not to commit spanking offenses most of the time, but if I did, I could usually talk my way out of it if I dealt with my mom, and it wasn’t too obvious. I broke a window once and convinced my mom it was a freak accident and avoided a spanking. That was one of the few times I got away with something major, and I definitely remember sweating the spanking, rehearsing my story, and trying to get it to sound just right by the time my parents got home.

We lived in a small town and everybody seemed to know everyone. If someone saw me doing something stupid they would often call my mother. I remember once I was wading in the river with a friend - which was for obvious reasons forbidden . When I got home my mother asked where I had been and what I was doing. I lied and said we playing in the park. She asked if I was playing in the river, which I denied. I wondered why did she ask that and how did she know. She told me a neighbor called and said she saw me in the river. I don't think the neighbor actually saw me - but her kid more than likely. ratted me out. Put him on my shit list!!! I didn't get spanked, just lectured and grounded for a few days. My mother wasn't clairvoyant - but she had spies in the back of her head!!!

As a mum I can confirm I have become an expert at reading my son's body language.

When he does anything wrong he has certain telltale signs.

I think it's definitely or instinctively a “Mom” thing!

As a mum I can confirm I have become an expert at reading my son's body language.

Some Moms just know how to read their kids better than they would like. A look, movement, something out of place, or a smell can alert a Mom to some hidden misdeed. It isn't a super power. It is just a matter of paying attention to the details.

Some uneasiness in answering questions…

As a mum I can confirm I have become an expert at reading my son's body language.

When he does anything wrong he has certain telltale signs.

My Mother wasn't in-tune enough to pick up my lies, etc. I remember being questioned a couple of times and lying to her when my dad was in the room. A couple of times he looked at me and smiled knowingly!

The next step: parents that know that something is a lie, but also know that it's better leave it not investigated. It is often not wise to enact a prohibition that you will not be able to enforce, because that just encourages the view that prohibitions in general can be ignored.

The next step: parents that know that something is a lie, but also know that it's better leave it not investigated. It is often not wise to enact a prohibition that you will not be able to enforce, because that just encourages the view that prohibitions in general can be ignored.

Children may not get that idea that a parent knows they are lying. Their arrogance, ego, at getting away may just be what trips them up the next time.

Mom would come in, sit on the side of my bed and say something like, I want you to tell me what happened today, and I expect you to be totally honest because if you aren't …. she'd let it hang and before I could stop myself I'd be telling her everything.

It reminds me of my childhood conversations with my mother. Mom felt my emotions. She talked to me often, expecting me to tell the truth.

Mom would listen, say something like, “You know I can't let you go unpunished, don't you?” I'd say yes, I knew, or nod my head, and mom would say, “I'm sorry Thomas, I have to spank you.

I didn't feel punished for telling the truth, pleading guilty. Often it ended with a reprimand and the promise of corporal punishment in case of repeating this behavior. If I was spanked after admitting a guilty, it was less severe than when I concealed the truth.

There was part of me that wanted to confess despite it meaning a spanking.

I pleaded guilty to avoid or ease the punishment. I also confessed a little bit because I felt absolved. If it was spanked it was atonement for my guilt.

My mother never could or can read my mind. How do I know? I'm still alive. I was never spanked, my parents did not believe in it.

The next step: parents that know that something is a lie, but also know that it's better leave it not investigated. It is often not wise to enact a prohibition that you will not be able to enforce, because that just encourages the view that prohibitions in general can be ignored.

@Pecan_nutjob The step after the next step: If a child knows that his mother knows that he is lying but isn't going to do anything about it for what ever reason; doesn't that simply encourage the child to keep lying??

Reminds of the phrase: “There are ”known unknowns", and then there are “unknown unknowns”……

If a child knows that his mother knows that he is lying but isn't going to do anything about it for what ever reason; doesn't that simply encourage the child to keep lying??

It might just as well be that the child thinks they had a lucky escape this once and to never try and do the same again. How could anyone know what a parent's limits were? Or if they were consistent in most things to begin with?

There would have to be multiple instances of no action before a child realizes the true scope of the situation.

It might just as well be that the child thinks they had a lucky escape this once and to never try and do the same again. How could anyone know what a parent's limits were? Or if they were consistent in most things to begin with?

There would have to be multiple instances of no action before a child realizes the true scope of the situation.

In my case, there were multiple instances of my “getting away with the lie”. If my mother knew I was lying, she simply ignored the act and didn't do anything about it. I don't believe that was the case - I just think she was gullible - and maybe felt I was too much of an angel to lie!