Lisa’s mom disappeared into a walk-in closet and re-appeared with a man’s slipper in each hand, both featuring a fairly thick and firm rubber sole.
I saw Lisa flinch when she saw the slipper.
Unlike the spankings mom gave at our house, there was less procedure with Lisa’s mom.
She sat on an overstuffed hassock and my mom took residence in an armless occasional chair that she pulled to the centre of the room.
Both Lisa and I were wearing dress shorts and button-down blouses.
We had lost our sneakers entering the house but had crew socks on.
Lisa’s mom waved the slipper at her.  My mother chimed in:
“You will be getting the same as well, Missy.”

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