Sarah writes: My mom was old-fashioned and her first option for discipline was always spanking, right up to and including when I turned 18. Trust me that damn hairbrush hurt, but the worst part was this mind game she pulled. After blistering my butt and making me a sobbing, squirming mess, she’d stop and ask “Have you had enough, young lady?” What the hell did she think I would say???? I’d whimper out a “yes ma’am” and if I was lucky she’d say “All right, I hope I don’t have to do this again” and we’d be done. If I wasn’t lucky she’d say “hmm a few more” and my heart would sink and I’d cry like a baby as she kept wailing on my bare ass. Her definition of “a few” was quite expansive! I really did try to behave. I didn’t want any part of her punishments.