Mum was like so many other mothers and would say in emergencies "Just wait till your father comes home!" This always meant one of our brothers, she managed us girls herself. So Dad would come home, Mum would tell him the story, and he'd unstrap his belt and say, "Into the wash house my boy!" Once that door was shut, Dad would whisper, "When I hit the laundry tub you cry out loud!" which our brother was more than happy to do. We would hold hands outside, and when we heard the first WHACK, we would burst into loud tears, in sympathy with our brother who was getting his "six cuts" as it was called. Many years later the truth came out! Dad had his own way of reprimanding the boys and it wasn't by belting them!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.