Bad GradesIn the 6th grade my teacher got the bright idea to send stacks of graded papers home with us to be signed by our parents, so that they could see not only the grade, but what all we actually did on the test or report or whatever. My grandmother, who raised me, thought this would be a perfect opportunity for some motivation to succeed in school. She determined that I would get one lick with a belt, bare bottom, for each F in the stack. This happened every 6 weeks. As I was a bit lazy in school, I don't ever recall not getting a whipping for grades that year. The most I recall is 22 licks, and the least was 6, so I guess it was having the desired effect.
She always used the same belt, which I never saw unless I was in trouble. It was always on the bare with me standing. She would hold my left arm so that I could not run off. This was her only method of punishment, it seemed. At least she was consistent.
Later in life, she told my first wife that she had never punished me for grades. Its amazing what a parent will just forget.