My dad had something that was worse than the spanking. When it was time for a (well-deserved) spanking for my bother or me the ritual was that we had to go to his workshop and select the piece of wood we'd be spanked with. That part was much more agonizing than the actual spanking. Kind of like getting the death penalty and having to choose between hanging and a firing squad.
He never spanked us very hard. (Although I'm sure there were times when he wanted to.) It was more symbolic than anything else.
One day I was bored and knew I'd eventually get another spanking so I took a decent sized board in the workshop, drilled some holes in it to weaken it and then refilled the holes with plastic wood. It broke on the second swing and the look of guilt on my dad's face was priceless.
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