The worst part some used to say was the waiting outside the study, other's would say trying to take it in silence, whilst other's dreaded returning to their class rooms in tears and obvious distress.
Now you have to remember this was a lifetime ago when most things are just a ever fading memory lingering somewhere at the back of your mind - but not six of the best!
Skipping all the ritual and formalities such as adopting the right position over the back of the chair as you were instructed to grab the bottom rai, keep your legs straight and head down, the first thing you noticed was a presence to your left, then the feel of the cane being lined up right across the middle of where it was about to do most good, then a brief moment, another line up tap or two, then the air parted in an almighty swish followed by a sharp crack, then for a split second, nothing, then suddenly as the brain registered, a world of acute pain as the sting drew involountary tears and your whole body jolted upwards and then as if on auto pilot, you bent back down again - then the second stroke - swish, another explosion of pain as you bolted upright and wanting so much to grasp your bottom but there was four more to come before you could,then the third did what the previous two failed to do - to make you cry out, not loudly, just a sharp yelp and then came the fourth, the point at which you really do start to feel a caning - but with only two strokes to go, you grit your teeth, bite into your bottom lip as your knuckles turn white grasping the chair then - swish, and pain like you would never have thought possible then as you settle back, tears flowing, you once again feel the line up taps somewhere below center, a pause as youir face contorts and your whole body locks up then - swish, crack, as your legs give way to the multyplying pain but it's all over and what seemed like an eternity probably only took 40 seconds to a minute at most.
But it was a minute at most that you would never forget. And most didn't