The pain of the slipperings was worse, too. Mum hit ten times harder than she had before the ‘train lines’ caning and the number of strokes increased. Instead of an old-fashioned ‘six of the best’, as mother used to to say, I received as many as 15 pounding strokes. Slap, slap, slap! That slipper would do its punishing work and mum always slapped the same spot at least four times.
She always reddened the whole of my backside, leaving no spot unpunished. Often, the slipper would be applied to my poor naughty bottom at bedtime and I remember how painful it always was sitting down the next day at school.
All this continued until I was 16. For some reason mum, considered me an adult at 16 and stopped using corporal punishment. But I will never forget that slipper – it did its job well.