“My mother made me go out and get the switch she’d beat me a$$ with, and if you brought back some little old stick, she’d go out and get the whole damn tree.” - Richard Pryor
That sounds vaguely like my grandmother. You didn’t WANT *her* picking the switch so you did a fairly decent job of that yourself.
My Dad’s plan was to let me know when I was “off the plantation” and go up to my room and he would be up later to deliver the punishment. So I would stew for an hour or so, which was worse than when I got the licking. Worked great for my kids too.