This had the benefit of giving us both moral support, and we actually were snickering and giggling a bit on the way to the office.
Oh yes! We were quite a pair of cheeky, insubordinate, bold, and daring little rascals.
I was perhaps a little apprehensive, as this was my first caning at a new school, and the headmaster was a big, strong, rather frightening man, but I took succor from my knowledge that however much the first two cuts on the fingers may hurt, after that, they seemed to numb up somehow,and the rest of the blows hardly hurt at all.
On reaching the head’s office door,we knocked, and my friend gripped the big brass handle,and we entered when a voice bade us do so.