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My father had a paddle that he personally crafted, named Leroy (no idea why) with a scary, cartoonish face drawn on it.
My sister and my names were written on the board, and every spanking we received (always 1-3 swats, and it didn't count if we tried to block it or moved), counted as our tally, and whoever got to 5 first had to pay it off in extra chores.
My sister always "won."
Outlandish, perhaps, but it established clear-cut boundaries, set by functional adults, that surely helped us avoid long-term psychological dysfunction.
Adrian's case is definitely extreme by modern standards, but by the standards that my father lived through (1960-present), it's fairly normal.
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