As a very small boy in the early seventies, hated having to do P.E. in just my underwear & bare feet after being smacked for not having my P.E. kit on my class peg, and my teachers bright red handprints peeking through the sides of my pants as I done forward rolls in the hall on a green padded mat.
For me it was returning to the dining table after being led away by a parent because of misbehavior.While it might occur at a restaurant it was usually at Sunday dinner with the extended family. Those dinners tended to be more formal and take longer, a combination that tested the temperament of a child.It was almost inevitable that one of my cousins or my own behavior would push a parent over the limit. The misbehavior would be led away from the table and disappear into another room where the door would be closed with a solid thunk. The muffed sounds of a scolding voice and a child's pleas before a number of spanks and cries were heard. There would be a silence before the door was reopened and a red-eyed child made their way back to the table followed closely by their parent.I remember an Easter Sunday dinner where after a long church service and a dinner at my aunt's that seemed like it would never end was keeping me and my cousins from starting our Easter Egg Hunt. My frustration and behavior had earned me 'the look' several times from both mom and dad across the table but I continued to push the limits. The final straw was when my water glass tipped over (accidentally, I swear) causing a pool of water to spread across the table cloth while my aunt and mom leaped to their feet to begin mopping up the water to protect the wood table beneath from damage.Dad grabbed me and down the hallway we went to my uncle's office. Wearing a suit and tie only delayed the process of getting me prepared for a spanking. Dad took hold of one foot which left me hopping trying to keep my balance as he untied my shoe and removed it and my sock before grabbing my other foot. The rest of my clothes followed and I was put across dad's lap for a major spanking that seemed to go on a long time. When I was finally returned to my feet I pulled on my underpants while dad partly buttoned the white cotton shirt I had been wearing. He decided I now dressed enough and so I returned to the table with bare legs and feet, sobbing and sniffing while wiping my nose on my shirt sleeves. When dinner finally ended and my cousins got to go outside searching for Eggs but I had stay behind to help clean up from dinner carrying plates and silverware to the kitchen. I was released from that job and joined my cousins while there were still a few eggs to be found.
Piano lessons. My teacher was an older Irish woman who was very particular about posture, so I wasn't ever able to shift weight to alleviate my poor butt. At least in school I could adjust the way I was sitting.Athletics in high school too, but that was easier as I just had to find clothes that I could pull down far enough and find a spot to change quickly.