I got the switch and the wooden spoon ... the “cucciara”
We used to have the drama of going to the front yard and cut our own switch from the smoke tree.
Mom usually chickened out by then, but the switch was right there on the table for when Dad got home.
Actual whippin’s were rare and nothing more than a bruise or slight welt, but I still remember why I got a couple of them now 50+ years later.
Oh, you too got the wooden spoon!
There was an old story of father who sent his son to cut his own switch from a tree. To the father’s surprise the boy comes back with a twig.