After an uncomfortable wait I heard his footsteps along the corridor and saw him enter the room carrying a thin, crook-handled swishy school cane. I was already sore from the spanking and plimsoll whacking – I dreaded what was about to happen but was determined to accept my punishment stoically.
After a few practice taps, the cane swished down hard across my gym shorts. Eight agonising strokes which brought tears to my eyes. After a short pause, the master took down my shorts before swishing me another 4 times – hard – across bare bum cheeks.