Dad used his belt, or rope. The rope was like getting hit with a club. I was an exceptionally slow learner, as it was a good day when I only got my attention brought back on point once. When I came home from the service I mentioned how bad I felt about being whipped so often. Dad said he was ashamed of how often he had to beat me. I truly needed a firm hand growing up, and gave my Dad credit fr saving me from the pen.
