i remember a particularly bad beating when my brother used to sneak out of his room at night and eat all the little Debbie snack cakes
Mum's husband would beat us with his belt, when he found the cakes missing, he called us both out to the living room and made us lean over a loveseat and beat our asses with it until he found out who actually took the cakes. My brother never admitted it, which made the beatings worse for both of us.
Mum stood and watched, I haven't forgiven her for this.