I was eight years old when I received the most severe spanking of my life. It was around noon. I was back from school and standing in the kitchen with my mother. She was preparing lunch for me and my big brother Francis. She told me something like: “Get me this, please” and I replied that she would have to wait, or something like it.
That just infuriated her. She said: “That does it. I’ve have enough of your insolence. You constantly talk back to me. I cannot put up with it anymore. I repeatedly warned you that one day you would be sorry.”