Before I could even react, Mum was once again crashing the sole of her removed slipper against my already sore bottom. I began crying and howling like I never had before and would have apologized for every crime in the world in order to stop the continuous walloping of her slipper.
I can’t remember how long my first slippering lasted or how many smacks I got, but after Mum left me, confined to my room, I fell asleep almost instantaneously. After an unexpected nap of about two hours, I went to Mum, told her I was deeply sorry, and was hugged for several minutes. She told me I was never to use foul language again, but I was now forgiven.
Thus began a long history of regular meetings with my mother’s slippers!