It was a balmy summer day in Northeastern Michigan. Even more wonderful was the promise that I would ride down the Tawas River.
The neighbor boys had built a crude raft and they invited my older two brothers to ride with them. I watched as the neighbor’s father loaded the tiny logged structure into the back-end of the family station-wagon auto. I gazed across the road and hastened to ask my elder brother if I could be a part of their river excursion. An “Okay,” was given, providing I would be caretaker of their footwear while they first took their rides.
At last, it was my turn for my raft ride. However, that adventure was never destined to be. My first rafting experience was abruptly interrupted when my father sternly shouted at 3 of his boys. His foreboding and towering presence was atop the riverbank with leather belt in hand.
When my one brother recounted the story years afterward, he explained why he was the first to scurry up the riverbank and “take his licking.” He was convinced that Dad would become more enraged with each belt blow. I never contended with his reasoning on that matter — especially when I [still] hear my father’s crisp words (echo in my mind’s ear) — “Bend over!”When father would administer well-deserved disciplinary spankings, he would place his large left hand on the small of our lower backs and then offer “the good sound thrashing” in keeping with Scripture’s Divine revelation directive.  
It had been a wonderful day, gone sour. Someone was the boogeyman who squealed on us. We quickly discovered that there were fraternal eyes that witnessed us leaving the neighbor’s yard with the accompanying raft. My recall fails me how we “rewarded” our youngest brother. Our moral mistake [sin]: We had not asked (at least) one of our parent’s permission to join the neighbor boys that ill-fated day. We vacated the neighborhood premise and were nowhere to be found by inquiring, concerned and loving parents.
Oh yes – lest I overlook — always wearing my youngster underpants seemed to help mitigate the burning sting from father’s leather belt blows – so much so, that my one brother, [given time lapse opportunities] would position thin cardboard between his butt cheeks and underpants – then pull his pants in place for a “quick fix” to soften some stinging disciplinary episodes.
Related to the above:
-  Foolishness is bound up in the heart of a child;the rod of correction will drive it far from him. – Proverbs 22:15 – NKJV
-  Do not withhold correction from a child, for if you beat him with a rod, he will not die.You shall beat him with a rod, and deliver his soul from hell. – Proverbs 23:13-14 – NKJV
Understanding the Bible – Reasons Why Non Christians Don’t Comprehend the Holy Scriptures – thechristianmessage.org
“A thinking person will question what he hears; examine what he sees; and evaluate what others would have him believe.”
“When did big government and its mainstream media tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”
[Pastor emeritus Nathan M. Bickel]