The worst whoopin I ever received from my Father was after such an incident. We had a BBQ at my parents home, there were enough seats for all but one. I took it, and did not offer to give it to my female cousin when dad asked me to. I said, “I was here first”...I was about 16 or so. He picked me up by my collar...a little hair was involved, opened the back door with my face, opened the bedroom door with my face, then threw me into the bed. He said nicely, when you can apologize honestly, you can return to the party. I never left my room for the duration...lol. BIG MISTAKE, now he would be arrested. Of course then he would have left marks.
GREAT STORY!
I can identify with that, and today, I sure miss the Good ol' Days, when manners and decency prevailed.