My mom would lick me with a yard stick (she never had one over 30") immediately upon "being caught" - then, at some point in my young career, she started the lecture routine - I hated them - they were way worse than the licking as they went on and on until I had no idea what she was talking about. On the other hand, Dad did not lecture. It was a back-hand if he was driving, or a lathe from the shed, never a strap or a boot, and always short, to the point and right now so I knew what I was being spanked for. None of those endless beatings you always hear about. I don't think I was ever bruised. If so, then not very badly, certainly nothing that ever needed any medical attention of any kind. Keep a cool head, absolutely. Wait? Never. If I had to wait to stay in control, it went by, unattended. And maybe that was best on that occasion, also. I still think you did it right, DAD!