LOL @ swinging indiscriminately
I think the worst thing about my mother's spankings was that she would give a lecture first, and a lot of times, she'd be talking for so long that it seemed like she either forgot or changed her mind about the spanking. I mean, after an hour of a calm, loving lecture, you really don't expect to STILL get a spanking.
I mean, my mama would take phone calls, go downstairs and tend to my father, change my baby sister's diaper, check the food in the oven, and still come back upstairs in between and pick up the lecture wherever she left off. I would SWEAR she had changed her mind.
Then, she'd say "okay, baby, lay down on the bed." And I'd be like
"but Maaaaaaaaaaaa????!!"
My father, on the other hand, would come home from work, walking through the front door kicking his shoes off and unbuckling his belt at the same time, bellowing "Get downstairs! NOWWWW!!!!" (And you didn't bother to ask who he wanted to come down... you just KNEW when it was you... lol). As soon as you appear, he's swinging... "you wanna talk back to the teachers?? YOU WANNA TALK BACK TO THE TEACHERS???!!!! What *whap* did *whap* I *whap* tell *whap* you *whap*......"