Sitting in other classes on a hard plastic chair was an additional torment that often had you in tears.
The bouncy school bus ride home at the end of the day didn’t help, either.
However, the worst was yet to come when I got home.
The school always notified your parents that you had been paddled, and when I walked in the door I would see my mother holding the hairbrush or my father there with his belt.
The second part of my punishment was about to begin