No one asks to be abused, and personally, I think Jack is an asshole. This is his POV. RESPECT. What you’ve got to understand is that the kid deserves it. So many parents now a days don’t know how to discipline their little monsters. They’re scared to lay a hand on ‘em, and they let their children run rampant as a result. I’m never gonna be scared to give my son a push in the right direction, even if the push has gotta be a little rougher to get the message through his thick faggot skull. My youngest, Brian, he at least gets the idea on the second try. A stiff palm across the face and you can be sure, he won’t act up no more. It’s respect, see, and kids now days don’t got any of it. He tells me he forgets. He forgets to get his chores done, and that’s ‘cos he never listens. If he’d just open his ears up and pay mind, it’d be a lot easier for him. I don’t think he forgets, any how. It’s just his blatant refusal and rebellion showing through; you know how teenage boys are. Brian likes to push the envelope, see how much slack I’ll give him to run with. It’s not like I ask that much of him. Good grades, chores done, respect for me. He doesn’t show any of that, he never listens to anything but good ole fashion spanking. He’s too old for it maybe, but it’s my duty as a father to not give up on him yet. All his teachers have, obviously, ‘cos he don’t listen to them neither. He never listens. He stares right through me when I ask him to do something. I hear all this stupid babble about giving your kids space and putting yourself on their level, and that’s a load of bull. I shouldn’t bring myself down like that- he should bring himself up. I wouldn’t hit him if he had any RESPECT. He just don’t. He acts like a fool in public, embarrasses the hell out of me, and he deserves some type of reprehension. I can’t let him think it’s okay to act the way he does. I see the way he stares at boys, usually blondes and its then I know he's going to hell. But I’m his father, and it’s my job to teach him right from wrong. He could learn a thing or two from me- he needs to. The kid is up to his eyeballs in trouble constantly, and he has even more excuses. He tries to tell me those old lines about losing track of time when he comes home late, tells me the teachers are out to get him, and that he don’t have the ability to meet my expectations. That’s all bull, I’ll tell you what. He’s a bright kid. If he wanted to, he could do just about anything. Maybe he just doesn’t want to, but I’m not going to let him slack off like he does. He needs to show some effort, some empathy, for once in his life. The only way to get across to him is by slapping him. You can call it harsh, but I’m not supposed to be his friend. I’m supposed to be his father. He can take a few hits, and he knows that’s what it comes down to when he don’t wanna listen. And he doesn’t, so he gets to wear his bruises. Honestly, I think the kid sees them as bandages of honour anyhow, ‘cos he really must like being a mess-up. He doesn’t want it easy, I think. I think he likes being a disappointment to me. He’s got potential, but he just throws it all away. Well, I can’t let him do that. They only way I know to deal with him is to smack him around a little, ‘cos that’s the only way to get my point across. He don’t listen to words at all. All’s I gotta do is cuff him a few times, and he sure as hell won’t forget the dishes again. I'm just trying to help him. Teach him some respect. The kid needs it.