My headmaster’s caned quite formally but they did not seem nasty about it. There was no shouting and after I had been caned I was dismissed back to class.
There was also interest from classmates and friends when someone received the cane and I was always asked how many strokes I had received. Once I had only received four strokes but announced that I had received six strokes and my hands were forensically studied by friends at the earliest convenience. There was always something about walking out of class to the office knowing that you were going to be caned. I usually had butterflies, nerves and a little tinge of excitement.