The Ritual of Discipline Part 1

When I was growing up in the late 40’s, 50’s and early 60’s, it seemed to me that every youngster got his or her bottom smacked at one time or other.
Most of the time it was an impromtu spanking, the culprit hauled unceremoniously over the irate parent’s or guardian’s lap, and a flurry of smacks landed on whatever part of the struggling culprits clothed anatomy was available to the descending hand.
Not in our home though! Corporal punishment, when carried out on me, or my siblings (there were 7 of us with me second oldest), took the form of a ritualised ceremony.
Mother was the prime disciplinarian, Father only playing a role if you were stupid enough to resist!
In that case you got a bottom thrashing from father, with his hard hand, then he left you to the tender mercies of mother, who proceeded to give you the same smacked bottom as you would have gotten originally!
We learned early to co-operate!