This reminds me of the time I blocked mom from knocking me upside the head. I wished I had let her knock me upside the head after dad go home...
Ditto. I was sent to my closet to get a belt. I slipped a magazine or thin book down the back of my pants. That didn't work as expected. When Dad found it, the usual swat on the pants became a clothing free, bare butt whooping. I never did that again.