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Originally Posted by spanked~amber
It was on a Wednesday evening at Church. I was about 10 or 11.
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Wednesday and church night in the South. Still goes on today!
My family attended church really regularly, too, and my mother was particularly sensitive about the good behavior of her children in church. I recall during a revival (a series of special church meetings, going on every day--twice a day in some churches like mine--for a week or two, with the specific intent of saving souls) one time when I was probably in the four year old age range, maybe five, of acting up in the evening service. Mom dutifully took me outside, snapped a switch off from a tree that grew in the parking lot on one side of the church, whipping me, and then marching me back into the church, corrected into better behavior for the rest of the evening. This went on for, I think, six nights in a row! I don't now recall why it took this long, but perhaps it was some kind of head game between Mom and me. Mom never lost those. I finally straightened up and this never happened again in church, but it has sure left a lasting memory.