Spankedjenny:
"I ought to take her behind the woodshed and give her a proper shingle-ing".
This reminds me of an old poem, 'The Patter of the Shingle' which opens with the verse:
When the angry passion gathering in my mother's face I see,
And she leads me to the bedroom, gently lays me on her knee,
Then I know that I will catch it, and my flesh in fancy itches
As I listen for the patter of the shingle on my breeches.