In the early sixties, boarding school.
I was in big trouble. Just today, I had been late, forgot a few questions in my homework, and caught fighting. Now I had the dreadful visit to the principals office right after classes. BRUNNNGGGG....That's it...time to face the music...
I walked up the hall up to the principals office and knocked. "Get in here" was the reply. I creaked open the door and went in.
"Nicholas Bradford" I stood in front of him and and he started lecturing on everything for like 10 minutes.
The words came..."strip off all your clothes" I never knew why my principal made all his students strip off all clothes. Maybe for more humiliation. I did..."Kneel on that chair and bend over to grab the bottom bar." I did. My c_o_c_k_ was now sticking straight out. He swished the cane on his desk a few times. Then he announced the sentence: "You will receive the six of the best for fighting, detention session 2 (means from 3.00-6.00, session 1 was 3.00-4.30, and session 3 was 3.00-7.30) for being late, and 100 lines of 'I will remember to do my homework' due tomorrow for forgetting your homework.
CRACK, the first stroke landed by surprise. I felt the sting, but remained silet. CRACK, CRACK, those 2 went by fast, now my butt was burning, and i grunted. CRACK, the forth one really stung, now I yelled out loud, but softly. CRACK, "OWWWWW" CRACK, YEOWWWWW. He told me I could get up.
The rule here is, no rubbing your butt after, until you are dismissed. "Thank you sir for caning me" I recited. I knew what was coming next. "Go stand in the corner with your hands on your head." This was so I couldnt rub my butt for longer.
that was the worst punishment I have ever had...