Jamaican Discipline

I come from a Jamaican family meaning discipline comes in one major fashion, the beating. Now I’ve never met a kid who like or appreciates the beating but it does seem to be very effective, especial when used during the earlier part of a child’s life.
Growing up I wasn’t a particularly bad child, or at least I don’t remember being one. In fact my father enjoys talking about how I used to be such a helpful kid. I’d always try to help him do tasks such as washing clothes or getting water for him to mop the floor. However, even though I was a good kid it didn’t mean that I didn’t slip up every once in a while.
Any time I talked back there was a beating. Any time I lied (or my parents believed I was lying) there was a beating, if I ignored my parents then…well I think you get the picture. My youngest brother, on the other hand, got off with so much more than I did. My brother if brother could deny my parents if wanted and he just got yelled at, and when he tried to fight my parents logic mom and dad would just send him to his room. (I should interject that this fact has upset me for quite some time) This doesn’t mean he’s gotten away with every single thing he’s done; my brother still knows what a beating feels like, but only from one or two run ins with the sensation.
Today at the age of twelve my brother is undoubtedly the laziest person in the house hold. My sister arguably is one of the main cleaners of the house and I often still help my father around the house as well as cook. My brother, on the other hand, has a very special way of helping around the house, by sitting on his butt and watching videos on his iPod all day although I will say that sometimes he does actually play the Xbox instead. Anytime my brother is asked to do something he becomes upset for having to complete what little task he needs to so such as washing the dishes or taking out the trash. However the thing that upsets me the most is how he can still get away with arguing with our mother and father. To this day I still can’t get away with arguing with my parents but my brother, who lives to fight them, almost never deals with any consequences as a result of verbal conflict with my parents.  
In the end I’m glad I experienced a little tough love because it made me fear my parents just enough to become a respectable person and actually listen to the wisdom they had to share with me.