I was talkin’ to a man the other day, and he told me that he could remember every whippin’ he ever got when he was a kid. Well, I told him that he must not have gotten too many whippin’s then. There’s no way I can remember how many whippin’s I got when I was a kid. In fact, there was one year that I’m pretty sure a day didn’t go by that I didn’t get one.
Whippin’s, for you young’uns out there, is what parents used to do to keep their kids in line. There were different kinds of whippin’s, too. There was spankin’, and paddlin’, and switchin’, and the worst kind in my opinion, the belt. That’s right, a belt.
Now, a spankin’ basically was being slapped on the rear end with the hand. We always considered this sissy whippin’s, and were mainly used on little bitty kids and girls. Oh, every once in a while a momma might pop her son on the bottom with her hand if he was actin’ up in the grocery store or something, but if they were at home she’d get somethin’ a little more lethal.