Ooh I remember double whammy days. Too much of a smart a*se in school which often necessitated the use of a cane which was six strokes straight across the hand. Of course if it was a major indescresion, the school would talk to my father, and waiting at home would be a leather belt, straight across the bum. **OUCH**.

It taught me two things. Behave, and to never get caught.