The Ritual of Discipline Part 5 The Bathroom

The bathroom was big- large white porcelain tub and toilet.
There was linoleum on the floor, which had such a floor wax, musty, uriny smell when my nose was pressed to it, as I lay over mother’s lap.
White ceramic tiles covered the walls. There was a big wooden vanity, with a large white sink set in it, and a couple of cupboard doors below, and a big mirror above.
The acoustics in that room were superb in that the sounds of hand or hairbrush impacting with my buttocks, my mother’s stern lecturing, and my yelps and cries, would reverberate off the wall and mix together into such a caucophony of sound.
I know when I listened to one of my sibs ‘get it’ in the bathroom the sounds were incredible!
To this day, bathrooms have a special place in my psyche.
When I visit my parents I still walk into that room, a little trepidation in my heart!.