The Six“Six strokes boy!”
I heard a swish. The stroke landed, burning a stripe right across the middle of my backside. Sir lined up and landed a second almost on top of the first. I howled as the searing smart increased. A few seconds later the third stroke landed, this time on the top of my thighs and boy did I yell! My bottom was on fire. I could feel three welts burning across my bum cheeks. The fourth bit and the fifth landed. This was by far the hardest so far. I roared in agony. My hands flew round to comfort my stinging backside. I could see nothing now for my tears.
“Move your hands and get back in position , or I will add extra strokes”.
Slowly I resumed the bending position and waited.Then cane thwacked for the last time. I screamed as it cut deeply on top of the third, at the top of my thighs. I held on for dear life and began to sob.Great heaving sobs as at last I was given permission to stand up.
I stood there, my hands gripping great handfuls of my cane striped bottom cheeks, tears rolling down my face, while Sir entered the details into the punishment book.
Out of bounds during lunchtime.....my name.....Form 1b.......six strokes of the cane.....