I was finally let up, a blubbering wreck.
Auntie Deirdre took me by the hand and steered me over to an empty corner of the room.
I was ordered to put my hands on my head and was left there, crying and newly smacked bare bottom on show.
When father got home, Mother delighted in regaling him with all the intimate details of my punishment.
To say that the results on my behavior were spectacular would be an understatement.
Even father stopped smacking me when he saw how much better the results were when I was turned over Auntie Deirdre’s knee.