Also, my Dad was out of town a bit, so in really serious cases there would be this warning from Ma along the lines of “just you wait for your father to get home,” but Ma wouldn’t want to wait altogether so she’d hairbrush me and then I’d get another “installment” (if that’s what you want to call it) of the strap when Dad got home.
Incidentally, the dustbrush images that I’ve linked to have all been wooden dustbrushes, because that’s what were used on our backsides. I’ve seen more recent models that are plastic, and I’m just awfully glad the nuns didn’t have those things, because despite how much those wooden ones hurt, I’ll bet the plastic ones would sting like heck.