He always left the room when either myself or Charlotte were getting smacked, and whilst Mum managed to convince him it was an essential part of child-rearing to smack their own two children, he utterly refused to bare them for it, or to allow mum to bare them either. He cared a lot about modesty and dignity, while mum unfortunately had no such qualms! At the time I didn’t know any of this, though, and in spite of my agony, I was aware enough to be utterly appalled by Mum’s threat.
That being the case, I really did try my absolute best to stay still – but unsurprisingly I wasn’t successful. Unlike when we were over Mum’s knee, where she could use her own legs and her non-smacking hand to pin our legs down and hold our wrists in place, with this position Mum couldn’t do much to keep us in clamped in position other than put her hand on your back, firmly pressing your torso against the couch cushion.