Another twenty seconds and the cane swished again, landing with a loud crack just below the spot where the previous stroke had landed. My entire rear area felt aflame and I wondered whether I would be able to survive the full eight. But somehow I did.
Mercilessly the Headmaster continued to cane me, stroke after painful stroke, making sure that the impact of the previous stroke sunk in before lashing in the next one. The seventh stroke impacted on the area where the buttocks give way to the thighs and this was not covered by the cotton shorts. Wickedly he had deliberately slashed his cane into my bare skin and the pain was excruciating. I closed my eyes, tried to ignore the pain, and concentrated hard on thoughts of kissing the girl in the cinema, not wanting to think about the final stroke.