No more swats!

It didn't take my mother long at all to figure out that I really didn't care much if she swatted or spanked me, it was over with relatively soon and didn't hurt all that much anywy. I would just lie there across her lap and grit my teeth until she was finished. I was bound and determined not to cry---possibly a bit stubborn, ya think? She finally figured this out and started sitting me on a chair--equivelant to today's time out. I hated this. I was an extremely active child and loved to be outside and running and climbing ect. I was to busy to sit still. I told her one day"why don't you just spank me and get it over with?" Big mistake on my part because she knew for sure she was on the right track for a better punishment for me.

I would sit on that chair in every position you can possibly imagine, I would lock my feet around the legs of the chair and hang off to the front , both sides and sometimes almost under it. I wasn't trying to be naughty or disobedient, I was merely squirmy and bored just sitting there! Mom finally told me that the time on the chair (in minutes) didn't count if I was squirming. My oh my---this was torture!