The first time I was caned on the bottom was when I was fifteen. My Mother found some ‘Fiesta’ magazines hidden in my bedroom.
She asked me about them, and I told her a pack of lies.
She took me into the kitchen and called my sister in to watch to set an example.
I was placed over the kitchen table, and my trousers were lowered to my ankles. Then I was shocked as she pulled down my underpants. I felt the cool air on my bottom.
A cane could not be found immediately, and I was like that for several minutes. My Grandmother, who lived with us eventually found one.