There was one family which I doubt I will ever forget. There were three offspring – a set of twin boys and a girl. They were generally well behaved; however. there was usually some trouble-making going on, especially with the twins.
One afternoon while I was sitting, there were an unusual amount of problems. Since I only had the boys that day, I thought it would be a pretty easy job. I was wrong. The boys were being extremely fresh to me so I punished them by sending them to their rooms.
I went up to their room a half hour later, only to find that they had disappeared through an open window. I frantically searched for them for another half an hour until they showed up in their room as if nothing had happened.
As this was the 60s, I decided to give the trouble makers twin a jolly good smacked bottom. I had them sit on the bed facing me, in a chair. I took one of them over to my right side, . Embarrassed as he was, he stopped protesting after I threatened to get the hairbrush.
I had used such sanctions before but never these boys, so they weren’t sure what they were in for.
After lecturing them about how this was for their own good, and how dangerous running off could be, I instructed the one on the left to stand in the corner while I took care of his brother.
I took the one on the right over my knee and smacked his bottom about 6 times, . He was sent to the corner and I repeated the punishment on his brother. After 20 minutes in the corner, I let them free.
I wasn’t planning to tell their mother when she returned. However, knowing that they had been being fresh, she asked me if I had had to punish them. After explaining what happened, she immediately turned red and apologised.
I thought that was the end of it until she called the boys into the room and announced that in view of their poor behaviour, she and I would be disciplining them again. Reluctant but unable to disobey an adult, I followed her.
Each boy then received not one but two more smacked bottoms, one from each of us
