My third experience of corporal punishment in my life was delivered by my aunty.
My brother, Felipe, and I were staying with her, as our parents had gone away for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
If you can call what happened an overreaction, as I do, and did at the time, the stress of managing two unruly youngsters for my aunt, who was quite a bit older than her brother, my dad, perhaps explains it.
We had to share a room at her place, which we didn’t like at first.
But as we sat up late talking, there was a lot of giggling and laughter.
Twice, my aunt knocked on the door and told us to be quiet, which was fair enough as her room was next to ours.
