My first caning came when I was 8 years old a few days after arriving at choir school. The cane was in regular use but the one most feared was from the Headmaster. I still remember now the swishing noise and the sharp pain that seemed to spread throughout their body as he brought the stick down on his buttocks only covered in thin cotton gym shorts. The pain would last the rest of the day and into the next but the railway line marks would last a week. The Headmaster always gave one hit for each year of your age so by the time I left to go to the next school at 13 punishments were substantial though not as frequent as a new boy.
By 13 most boys were used to the cane and the test was to get through it without a whimper and then to show off your buttocks to the rest of the class for inspection. The experience was almost enjoyable.