The first time my mom woke me up to beat me, it was like a dream and I kept wondering if she got possessed with something but she wasn't. She just left me to feel relaxed before punishing me and I couldn't even shout because it was night already.
All those punishments were for a good cause and it's great we learned even though we did it the hard way.
Night or day, I do shout, cos the whip gives sharp pain
Yea all was for our good