I was only ever caned on my hands, at Hatfield House Lane. The most I ever got was four–delivered to the finger-tips of alternate hands. After the first stroke, each hand first felt as if it had doubled in size–then both went completely numb; and so strokes 3 & 4 were a doddle to receive. It never occured to me to pull my hand away. In fact, I never saw anyone do that throughout the scores of canings, witnessed by me; nor did I ever see a teacher have to hold a child’s wrist, when caning him/her.
I once saw a girl refuse to put out her hand at all. It was obvious to her, and to the rest of the class, that Doug Jennings was brimming with satisfaction at the prospect of swishing the cane across the hand of the prettiest girl in the school. He hopped about impotently when she refused to play along. Instead, she went home and told her mother.