Glad to hear your story.
I grew up with my Dad' belt and wooden spoon. I had many a welts on my bottom. I can so relate. My mom's torture at the meetings was if I wasn't sitting still or I was misbehaving, nobody could see her doing this either, was that she would pinch me under my upper arm in the soft spot which would leave a bruise and a layer of skin missing, as she had long pointy nails.
What a cruel religion.
cj