Touch of the Master's Hand

To say we were never disciplined would be a complete lie. We got the spank. Sometimes it involved Dad's belt, a metal ruler, or just a good ol' touch of the Master's Hand. 


I got in a lot of trouble one time when I snuck on the roof. Apparently everyone had been looking for me for quite some time and couldn't find me. Mom was in tears. I remember seeing her go out in the backyard and check the playhouse. When they couldn't find me they were about ready to call the police. Yeah...I got in a lot of trouble for that.


Mom always seemed harder on us with spanking than my dad was. Maybe it was because Dad was always the one disciplining the older kids? Anyway, we loved it when Dad was in charge of spanking us. He'd lead us to the bathroom and secretly instruct us to cry on cue when he slapped the counter. And just like that we did. I was known as the "faucet"--since I was an expert at turning on and off my tears. 


One time we stuffed our bottoms with toilet paper so it wouldn't hurt so bad. But when Mom and Dad saw what we had done, they just laughed.