When my big brother and I were growing up in Wyoming during the 1980s, my mom spanked us pretty often. The tool she used for our discipline was an oval wooden paddle which she referred to as ‘The Teacher’ – a pretty apt name, since it taught me and my brother a number of important lessons during our childhood!
Mom was a struggling single parent who worked two jobs to keep us afloat so she stood no nonsense when it came to our behaviour – it was simply a distraction she didn’t need.
When you had been naughty, you were taken to Mom’s room for your punishment. The screams and cries of the boy being spanked would echo around the house, as would the sound of the wood coming down upon his bottom