When I was a kid, I didn’t know anyone who didn’t get spanked or whipped, as we call it. We all grew up with our sanity intact somehow.
I used to have to pick out a switch from the lilac bush. Those whippings stung, but at least they smelled nice.
I hear that
My momma switched
Dad was the luchese belt
Yowsir
We had a cranapple tree
Nice jelly