He had me bend over an old padded bench loosely securing my wrists and ankles. He did not take any run up and there was just a short swish and a crack as the cane hit my bare bottom but followed by the most unbelievable pain. I was in a state of shock after just one stroke. Five more were duly administered despite my cries, pleas and protestations.This was twenty years ago and my curiosity was more than satisfied to the extent that I have never sought to be caned like that again.