When I was a young boy, I would occasionally receive a paddling for misbehavior. One time when a paddling was announced, I called for a bathroom break first. In the bath I knew was an inflated plastic bath book I would read while bathing. It had about 4 pages, mostly full of pictures, but more importantly, I knew it would fit neatly over my bottom if I stuffed it down my shorts, thus providing a measure of protection from my imminent punishment. Having stuffed the floaty book down my backside and flushing the toilet, I presented myself for the paddling. This was a harsh one, involving a wooden spoon rather than just my father's open palm. My dad had gotten about two hits with the spoon on my butt before he realized my ruse, and boy was he pissed, but I could tell he was a bit proud as well. He removed the floaty book and made sure I felt one good hit before he sent me to my room.