When I was young, I got my bottom spanked by my mother pretty regularly.
My Mother kept a paddle for her offsprings behinds and wasn’t afraid to use it.

One day, I had my friend Jordan come around to play, and he brought some of his many toy cars with him. We were having tons of fun upstairs in my bedroom – until I decided I wanted to play with one particular car (I don’t even remember what it was now) that Jordan didn’t want to share.

In my rage, I snatched the toy from his hand and threw it out of my open bedroom window. What I didn’t know was that my little sister Kathy was out in the garden – and the car hit her on the head as it flew down from my window.

Fortunately, it was only a slight, glancing blow and Kathy wasn’t at all seriously hurt – but needless to say, she made the most of it and ran into Mom, crying her eyes out.

Well, the car could only have come from one place, of course, so after checking that her little girl was OK, Mom rushed up to my bedroom, where Jordan and I were by now having a blazing argument over that toy.

As soon as he saw a female figure of authority, Jordan immediately complained about me stealing his toy and throwing it out of the window. In about just one sentence, I was condemned and found guilty – and at that point, I knew execution would inevitably follow pretty quickly.

Mom went to her bedroom and I heard a drawer opening. I’d heard that sound often enough to know that she was getting out the old Fli-Back paddle she kept for disciplining us. A few moments later she, was back in the room, and sure enough carrying the instrument of correction.