I was called in, and lectured about my conduct while the Head bent the cane in his hands and told me to bend over and touch my toes. I then received 4 strokes of the cane, which I managed to stay down for and did not cry. He told me to stand up and said that the next time I was sent to see him I would get 6 ( and I did! ).
I too made a rapid exit rubbing my bottom. The pain was excruciating, but quickly subsided to a stinging glow. I went back to the dorm and lowered my trousers and pants and proudly showed off my stripes to my peers. My bottom felt delightfully corrugated and left with an affinity for the cane which I still have.

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