Justified violence against women

The title sounds macabre and controversial but its just a somber title for the story which is to follow.
As a boy growing up in the 80's, girls were a entity that was not understood by me and like Calvin I considered them to be my sworn enemy. What they had done to me was not important but having an entire species to target my shenanigans towards was a juicy prospect. The following episode in no way represents my feelings towards the fairer sex today, to which my wife should readily attest to (right?)

Rohini, was my first girl friend (the friend who is a girl variety). She used to live close-by and would drop in to play with me. Thats when I realized that the female gender was strikingly different from me. They didnt think, play or want the same things that I wanted. Our play sessions would typically be
Step1: Excitement, when she arrived as I had someone to play with.
Step 2: 5 minutes of fun
Step 3: Heated arguments about the game, rules, and other such triviality
Step 4: Either physical violence or both of us screaming at each other at the top of our voices.
Step 5: me asking her to get out while she stormed out in a huff, swearing to never return again and me swearing never to play with her again.
Invariably a day or two later, she ended up at my gate and the same sequence of events played out.
Once Rohini was at my place while my mom was forcibly trying to get me to drink my evening milk. As usual I was throwing a fit and my mom gave me a quick whack to get me to comply, Rohini was enjoying this domestic tussle. Finally shedding a few tears I reluctantly drank the milk. Now a background on my persona is essential to understand the next sequence of events. In those days I was a maverick of sorts to my class mates, the brat who was not afraid of anything or anyone. In class I openly challenged authority by playing pranks, I terrorized girls by pulling their pigtails and generally giving them a hard time. Being athletic, I was able to run faster and jump farther than most boys which earned me their respect and I was the de facto leader. So when a sworn girl enemy sees the so called stud being reduced to tears by his mom, she realizes that she has stumbled on a gold mine of information. By the time I reached school the next day, girls were giggling at me, talking in hushed tones and looking in my direction and laughing. I was foxed with their behavior, some of my loyal cronies told me that Rohini was spreading some story about me. Thats when it hit me that my unflappable reputation was in danger of being torn to shreds. My worst fears were confirmed when Rohini did a mock act of me getting whacked by my mom and shedding tears. The entire class were laughing at this parody and Rohini was enjoying it to the hilt. Anger rose through me like the Mt Vesuvius awakening after a decade long slumber. I chased rohini all round the classroom., her shrieking and all her friends giggling egging her on. Finally I caught her, pushed her to the ground and put my leg against her throat. My anger had completely blinded me, here I was a stud till yesterday and because of this mocking girl, I was a laughing stock. I had to punish her, I had to hurt her. I pulled out my school belt which was a leather belt with our school emblem on our buckle. With this weapon of choice, I started whipping a now startled and frightened Rohini. The laughing had ceased and the screams came out loud and clear. I don't know how long I continued in this fashion, but I remember being hauled off to the principal, Sister Yvonne. She was aghast at this new prank of mine which was bordering on the criminal. Poor Rohini was in a state of shock and was sobbing. I was asked to stand outside the principals office while the rest of school had gathered to get a glimpse of the drama. Everyone was asked to get back to lessons and I stood sullenly in the principals office. She angrily asked me what the devil was wrong with me, I told her that Rohini had irritated me (with a lot of venom emphasized when I said irritated). She in her very Christian overtone told me that a small child like me should not use such big words like irritating. I said I knew bigger words than that. Immediately Sister Yvonnes ears pricked, she thought maybe I knew some abusive language and asked me in stern voice what it was that I claimed to know. I told her in a bold voice “Condensation, evaporation”. She almost would have laughed if it wasn’t for poor Rohini standing sobbing in the same room, waiting for justice.
Sister Yvonne asked me to apologise immediately to Rohini. My anger had not subsided and I refused to do so. Christanity always is merciful to the repentant, but what do you do with the unrepentant like myself.The sister just dialed my home number and asked my mom to come down to school…………again. By this time Rohini and I realized that I was in big trouble. She made faces at me through her tear stained face, I just looked away. Once I told the Sister that she was making faces at me, at which I was asked to be silent and reflect on what I had done. I just put my head down and didn’t look at her but was imagining the kind of faces she must be conjuring up. Mom did come and after a long discussion with the principal, she told me in a stern voice to apologise immediately. By now my bravado was deflated and in a meek voice I told Rohini I was sorry, without looking her in the eye of course. To add insult to injury Rohini said “Its alright”, to me drawing immediate praise from the mercy appreciating Christians. I don’t remember being punished for this capital crime, but I did stay away from Rohini for a week after that. But I was soon back to my old ways.