On the one, and, thank heaven, the only time that I was caned at my secondary school, the actual walk to the headmaster’s office did not fill me with heart-thumping, butterflies in the stomach trepidation.
To begin with,I had been caned a number of times on the fingertips at primary school, and I had discovered that it was not the horribly painful trial that I had been expecting.
This left me with a rather bold and devil-may-care attitude to the sentence of a caning.
Also, I was with my best friend, who had been my partner in crime in ‘stirring and frustrating our form-master to his wit’s end, since we had begun our first term at the school.