Mom would come in with the belt, with the child to be whipped usually already in tears. Then would come the order: “prepare yourself!” You would bashfully obey,
“Bend over!” would be the next thing you would hear. Then you would feel Mom come behind you and the leather being placed against your buttocks as she got her aim. After that, there was a woosh and a crack and your entire bottom would be engulfed in a tide of stinging pain. Mom never went easy on us – if we had earned the belt, she made sure we got it all right. If you weren’t already crying and screaming before, you sure were by then.
For most things, you got a good round dozen licks, no matter what your age. Mom took her time and left a good gap between each lick so the child could really appreciate the sting in each one.