Whipped in Wyoming

Whenever any of us kids misbehaved, my father would turn us over his knee and spank us with the side of a toothpick. This, of course, would bring down the house laughing, and believe me, the humilaiation was worse than any beating. If we ever acted up, all my father had to do was pat his shirt pocket where the toothpick was, and we would settle down.

When my first child was born, Dad sent me a "paddle" carved from a tongue depressor with instructions on how to use it. Sweet?
- exerpted from a letter to Ann Landers

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