Me too. I wasn’t whipped too often because my mother would store stuff up for months so when I really stepped over the line at school and got sent to the Principal’s office, she’d use my horse quirt on me.
But I managed to score in the 99.9 percentile of the SATs back in the day before they were dumbed down. I guess I would have been Einstein if it weren’t for that danged quirt.
Iff’n ya not been a sassy mouthed squirt;
you’d gotten way less of the quirt.
A switch would suffice,
or a pillow’d be nice.
You’d keep on wearing your shirt.