My aunt was already irritated by her own girls consistently squabbling on the train journey back, but she finally snapped when I spilled lemonade down my cheap, pattern-printed polyester dress. Safe in the privacy of the compartment, my aunt promptly took off my dress to attempt to dry it out before we reached our destination.
Having done that, she pulled down my knickers to my scuffed white sandals and then thoroughly smacked my bare bum, with her own little girls watching.
I have an older sister, and she occasionally ended up babysitting me when I was little. When she did, she was allowed to smack my bottom if I was a naughty girl.
I have to say that my sister rarely took advantage of this privilege and even when she did, I never usually cried. However, one exception was the day when she accused me of playing with matches while we were at our grandmother’s house. I was guilty as charged, although I tried to deny it.