The latter stormed up to the school, looking for Jennings. She found him on dining-room duty. To the delight of the assembled diners, she grabbed Jennings by the hair and, holding on to it all the way, dragged him: out of the room; up a flight of stone stairs; across the playground; and into the headteacher’s office. I don’t know what happened there, but I bet it was fun!
Usually, though, it was a point of honour to take one’s strokes, looking the teacher straight in the eye, without flinching. Hand-caning was much more respectful of a child’s dignity than the pseudo buggery, from which the eroticism of bottom-caning, no doubt, derives.
I’ve only been caned on my hands before in primary school, so would not be able to compare if caning is actually more painful on the hands or on the buttocks. But I can say, caning on the hands is REALLY painful.