Getting it feels something like getting the bottoms of your feet burned on the super-heated metal of a red-hot cooking grille while at the same time getting the bones in your feet pulverized into a fine powder by the unrelenting, maximum full-force blows of a sledge hammer– as if no amount of physical pain, humiliation, emotional torment, or physical injury could ever punish you enough to reform you of whatever you did to deserve that punishment in the first place.
What I experienced was being made to lie on my stomach, with my knees bent upward and my ankles tied securely to a post; my wrists and waist tied to minimize movement and bodily contortion (because it hurts like no other kind of physical pain I can even begin to describe) and being whipped so hard against the bare unprotected skin on my soles that it makes you want to jump out of your skin, climb up the wall, and cower in the roof rafters until the source of your punishment goes away.