Since my Dad worked long hours, at the GE, my Mom became the disciplinarian of the family.
Her favorite weapon was a 1 1/2" diameter mop handle.
She cut it down to about 24". When it wasn't being used for punishment, she used it to push the clothes around, in the washing machine. This particular winter night, she caught me hopping cars, and tractor trailers, and riding on the back, while slideing on the snow. Great Fun.
As I was walking back, I noticed Mom waiting for me. Ut Oh.
"Hi Mom, what you doing here?" "I'll tell you ,what I'm doing here" "I saw what you and your friends are doing" " You wanna die?" Then came her favorite line.
"This is gonna hurt me, more then it's gonna hurt you." Yeah wanna bet.
It was 3 blocks, to our house. It seemed like we walked for 1/2 an hour. She gave me, what I deserved, but never told my Dad, how stupid I was.