I had the same reaction the next time I was caned, disappointed at no reaction from the secretary.
Was she so used to boys being caned, I wondered?
And exultation at having come through the experience without straightening up, without yelling.
Sheer pride at my performance, the sheer joy that it was all over.
I longed for a sister so I could tell her what had happened or a girlfriend.
I had been beaten .
It had hurt, of course, hurt a lot.
But I felt so good about having taken it without complaint.
I wanted to talk about it.