This was done with very deliberate smacks with the wooden spoon.
She put her arm into it and it wasn’t long before I was howling and pleading with mother.
“Please stop, it really hurts! I’ll never do it again!”.
Her only reply was that I should have thought of that before, and now I must pay the price for my deeds if I was to grow up a good man.
After spanking me for what seemed hours, she stopped and forced me to stand.
She pulled me back over her lap.
Now the hairbrush was used to deliver scalding swats to my rear.
My cheeks felt like they were on fire
It was as if an angry nest of hornets were stinging me.