As a child I performed several acts that resulted in a blistered behind.  At the time I thought I had it rough.  On a hot summer day my entire outlook on the situation changed.

I was in my front yard minding my own business when I heard a shriek.  A buddy of mine burst out of his house and fell down a full flight of stairs.  His mother came out of the house wielding a belt and screaming.  Before he could regain his footing her belt ripped through the skin on his shoulder 3 more times.  After 15 more seconds of abuse she relented.  He lay in his front yard with blood streaming out of his back and tears in his eyes.

Needless to say, I no longer felt abused.

So when is the line crossed?  When does punishment become brutality?

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