The young lad had such a drouth that he fumbled his glass of water, spilling it all down his front and leaving himself drookit.
His Mum, already in a thrawn mood, had had enough and soon the poor boy's shorts and pants were in a fankle at his feet.
Warily he watched her unhook the tawse from a nail on the back of the scullery door...

I just spell checked this and all five words came up...including tawse.

Good one Linda, I bet that made him belt up.
