My mom got me through college in 1968 by strictly using her razor strap on my bare ass making sure that I did a good job and was a good student. She watched my grades and my papers, and make sure that I was a good student. Otherwise I suffered the strap. She taught English at the same university. I went to so I would deliver my grades at her office, and if she was not happy, she would lock her office door and give me a good strapping bent over her desk.
Properly? Find me and call me.