The Dreaded Bamboo CaneCorporal punishment was a regular occurrence at home during the early years of my childhood, as was the norm back then in the 1970's. My mother was the one who did the smacking most often in our household. But for very serious offences which warranted a much more severe punishment, she would use a bamboo cane for this purpose. I never got the cane at school, and so my mother was the only person who ever put me through the terribly painful ordeal of being caned.
I was about 5 or 6 years old the first time she smacked my bottom with one of her bamboo canes after I had been very naughty. From that day on I was absolutely terrified of those occasions when my mother sentenced me to the bamboo cane, as she continued to use this brutal instrument to give me a good hiding when she thought I deserved it. Thankfully it was a rare occurrence though, and she stopped using the cane by the time I was 11.
Whereas other contributors say they continued to be caned by their mothers well into their teenage years, I now realise that my mother stopped caning me before my teens because I had become so afraid of the cane that the mere threat of it was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow. My mother had instilled this fear in me by mercilessly increasing the severity of my canings as time went by. At first she would make me bend over the chair or bed and cane my clothed bottom twice, but she then steadily increased the number of whacks up to a maximum of 6 so that the pain lasted longer.
Then one day when I was 7 years old and had been exceptionally bad, my mother said I was going to get a good hiding and ordered me to pull my trousers and pants down. At first I thought she was just going to smack me, but was horrified when she went and got the cane and I was in floods of tears after she made me bend over for three awfully painful strokes. From then on my mother thrashed me up to 12 times depending on how naughty I'd been and only occasionally caned my bare bottom for the most serious transgressions, but after a while she resorted to doing this every time. I think she felt that each time she gave me the cane the more harshly she had to punish me because I had still not learnt my lesson after the last time, and eventually this worked because I had become too fearful of the awful consequences to step out of line.