I heard her pick up the cane again and heard four or five practice swings before I felt the cane across the top part of my bottom.
I felt a few taps before it was withdrawn before slashing down across by bottom.
The thud when it landed was so loud I shouted out, but the pain did not seem to be there at first.
Then my bottom exploded and I thought I had sat on a fire.
Another three strokes followed, each one intensifying the pain and getting a little lower each time.
After the fifth, I don’t know how I remained bent over as I stamped my feet and screamed in pain.