Had my fair share of cutting switches, but whenever MY Momma had to wait to dish out a whoopin', it usually only got worse...<quoted text>
Mom made us cut our own willow switches. I learned to get the longest one possible, then stand up really close and jump up and down and scream. That longer switch came around and smacked her dress tail and she thought she was flailing the tar out of me, but I never got touched but I made it sound good. hahaha
Wasn't much jumping around you could do if the first thing she grabbed was that old belt with that big brass buckle on it, or that darned old fly swatter. Those fly swatters were ALL made of metal back then.. They hurt like a coat hanger on your bare legs. Bruises? Oh heck yeah..
These days they'd go to jail for doing what we used to get done to us. But we turned out okay.. Can't say so much for todays youth.