MY WORST SPANKING

My family took seriously the biblical warning that sparing the rod spoiled the child.  My youngest brother Max was so sensitive that a stern look took him to tears and was all the punishment he needed.  However, I was a much more stubborn child and deserved some good spankings. At one time, as my dad prepared to administer one, I complained . He said, “This will hurt me more than it will hurt you. My emphatic retort was, “Oh Sure!”  He said, “Well, let’s try and experiment to verify it.” He had me go out and find a good willow, which I had to replace with a stronger one. Then he stooped over and ordered me to whip him. I gave my dear father a few love taps, but that wasn’t sufficient. He kept at me until I gave him a good whipping. You know, he was right! It hurt me much more than it hurt him. In fact, it hurts me now almost ninety years later and almost brings me to tears. His point was well proved. In all the time I knew him I never recall an angry word or tone in his voice. My mother said I sometimes angered him, but he avoided reacting with me until he was over it and could demonstrate real love.