"Can I call you back? I have my roommate over my lap and just got her pantyhose down. I don’t want my bath brush to stay idle too long"
"thanks, will call you back in 50 or so swats…ha ha "
ping pong paddle…1960..
Most of the time, Ron uses his hand. Every once in a while though he says this is necessary, and I cry right away.
"I had warned you repeatedly, Ian, not to think for a moment I will not deal with you just because we have guests tonight. You bet they are going to hear. I am going to give you 12 strokes now and I don’t want you to move. If you do, I start over. In the morning you are getting the strapping of your life. Your behavior for the rest of this evening determines whether it will be followed by a caning. So be so kind as to shut up and let me get on with this. Next time I hope you will think twice before getting drunk at a party where you are supposed to be the host." Swish….
Oh…. she did, did she, thanks. I will take case of it right now!
"What I’m going to ‘whip up’ in the kitchen is your naughty bare bottom, young man!"