I also gagged several times on the horrible taste of the soap but was careful not to lose count.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my pitiful looks didn’t have any effect on mother.
Finally, I mumbled 100 and she mercifully pulled the washcloth from my mouth.
She quickly pushed my head into the sink and told me to spit.
That command was hardly needed as, in a very unladylike fashion, I began to spit out as much of the soap as I could.
After about two minutes, she pulled my head upward.
Turning, she unlocked the door as the sounds of my brother and sister scurrying down the hall could be clearly heard.
Not letting me put my blouse back on, she grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to my room.
There she watched as I put on my nightgown and got into bed.
“You may not leave your room until midnight – is that understood?” she said.
“Yes mother,” I replied in a very small voice.
She turned off the light and closed the door.