I wanted to yell and did and found my mouth just opened to emit the noise, my feet and legs kicked involuntarily upwards and were hard to keep on the floor. To me each stroke felt as if I was being cut in two, it went so deep and seemed to go right through my body from my feet to the top of my head. Every thought was driven out except for the mounting agony in my bottom. Afterwards, I felt completely humbled, taken down many pegs, sore and sorry and quiet and determined to make sure this never happened to me again.
Amazingly I felt later that being caned was a good experience and now I regularly go for discipline, first changing into a school uniform and short trousers for it. It still does me a heck of a lot of good!