I tell him to do a thing if he disobeys me he is punished for so doing, but not forced to obey me afterwards.
When Clara and I had been very nauty or were being very nauty, the nurse would go and call Mamma and she would appear suddenly and look at us (she had a way of looking at us when she was displeased as if she could see right through us) till we were ready to sink through the floor from embarasment, and total absence of knowing what to say.

This look was usually followed with "Clara" or "Susy what do you mean by this?
do you want to come to the bath-room with me ?" Then followed the climax for Clara and I both new only too well what going to the bath-room meant.
But mamma's first and foremost object was to make the child understand that he is being punished for _his_ sake, and because the mother so loves him that she cannot allow him to do wrong; also that it is as hard for her to punish him as for him to be punished and even harder.

Mamma never allowed herself to punish us when she was angry with us she never struck us because she was enoyed at us and felt like striking us if we had been nauty and had enoyed her, so that she thought she felt or would show the least bit of temper toward us while punnishing us, she always postponed the punishment until _she_ was no more chafed by our behavior.

She never humored herself by striking or punishing us because or while she was the least bit enoyed with us.
Our very worst nautinesses were punished by being taken to the bath-room and being whipped by the paper cutter.

But after the whipping was over, mamma did not allow us to leave her until we were perfectly happy, and perfectly understood why we had been whipped.