James had the same done to him. The first stroke was on his right cheek, as in my case, and I saw the red imprint the slipper left on it. Mother smacked each cheek a total of three times. I was so surprised because he didn’t once cry out.
She had finished and there we both were, clutching our sore backsides. “Now clean up this mess and get some sleep,” Mum ordered.
We did as we were told and while I did so, I asked James how he could keep so quiet while mum slippered him. “Oh, I’ve had worse than that,” he said. “My mum takes the cane to me and that’s worse.” I couldn’t help feeling lucky that my mum only used the slipper. This did change later, however – I will tell you about this another time!