You are welcome kackikat.
I have some scars on my knuckles from cane poles that help me remember that....
Cane poles on the knuckles is strictly for amateurs.
I had a funny experience one time that highlighted this for me. I work in information technologies, and one day I overstepped my bounds and did something in a system that I probably shouldn’t have done.
I had the call the people responsible for that system and explain that I had an issue, and I needed help with it. They sent over a lovely woman who I knew, she was very nice and understanding, and I had to bare my soul to her and explain how I had screwed up.
To lighten the mood, as soon as I finished explaining it to her, I handed her a wooden ruler, and extended my hand towards her with my knuckles facing up. I was giving her free reign to discipline me as if I were in third grade.
With no hesitation at all, she grabbed my hand, turned it around so the palm faced up, and gave it a swift, light tap!
I nearly fell on the floor… She knew the rule that all experienced nuns are privy to: never hit your charges on the backs of the hands, because it leaves marks… Always hit them on the palms!
I laughed out loud, and exclaimed “You must’ve been schooled by the nuns!” She was a very dark skinned black woman, and she grinned and told me that she had been schooled by missionaries in Africa!