A Military Upbringing5

Just before my 13th birthday, mum gave up and I found myself back living with my dad. This was a huge shock but actually (though I didn’t appreciate it at the time) really what I needed. In only my first couple of weeks, I got the slipper three times from Dad. I would be sent to have a bath, get changed into pajamas, then come back downstairs. I would then be instructed to touch my toes and listen as Dad gave me a short lecture on why I was in this position and what my fate would be. This was usually followed by between four and six very solid whacks, plumb in the center of my bottom. It stung, of course, but I always found myself comparing the punishment to school, and to be honest, it didn’t really deter me. Don’t get me wrong – I didn’t enjoy it but I wanted to challenge authority and thought I could handle the consequences.