She might use the time to lecture us, or ask us stupid questions such as: “Are you ever going to do something like this again?” Of course, there was only one answer to that!
After your whipping, you would be put in the corner for a while, as a warning for all the other siblings. The beltings we got off Mom were serious, and usually left us with a sore behind for several days once the initial redness had faded. Sitting down for supper was never easy after a dose, although often we didn’t even get chance, as we were sent to bed without, to sleep on our tummies.
The spankings were always deserved and helped keep a large family in order, but even when we grew up, I think all us kids had equivocal feelings about them. Discussing them one evening with my eldest sister, she said that it was worse for the girls than us boys.