My bottom was given three strokes of the cane. After that I begged her to stop, as I couldn’t take any more. My Grandmother pressed me onto the table and other three strokes were given on the bottom.
I was screaming and begging her to stop, but she said “you should have thought about that before.”
All dignity had gone and I was begging and crying. But still I had to endure another six full strokes on my terribly sore bottom.
To make it worse (or more interesting?) my sister was sitting oppoisite the end of the table. As I was being caned she was squirming and wriggling about, and I could see up her skirt and her white panties.
If my Mother had known the thrashing would have been worse.