In the end, albeit with a sore bum, I got what I was after. After Mum had finished smacking me, Dad lifted my sister out of her high chair and I was placed there instead, minus my shorts and pants which had come off during my smacking. Once there, I found my new seat quit uncomfortable, as the hard wood hurt my sore bottom.
Mum then told me that if I carried on misbehaving, it would be worse next time. I knew she wasn’t kidding, as she was a firm believer in the cane. Yes, as harsh as it may seem, both my sister and I were caned from the age of three. That was how our mother did it, and it was her way and belief. So I settled down and ate the rest of my food in a chastened manner.