Let there be no doubt that our mother could spank a child with such strength and sting it’d be a while before you felt OK about sitting again.
But usually, when my sisters and I were overly rowdy/sullen/disagreeable she made us put on our rubber boots and run laps around the vegetable garden.
The awkwardly painful flap-flap-flapping of galoshes against calves was enough to ensure compliance from the three of us for about a day and a half.
The Goat Herder's Daughter 
Your mother is a wise woman!