A cane in the household
When I lived as a boy, the cane was a reality of life and I felt its savage sting whenever my dad believed it would do me good.The cane was for use when other forms of discipline had failed to correct my behavior. I was usually given between 6 and 12 strokes and after stroke number 1 I was already regretting whatever behavior now saw me bending over.
When dad had decided to cane me, I was always sent to fetch the cane for him. I hated this duty as I truly hated handling the cane, knowing what it felt like across my bottom.
The key to the cane's lethal sting is its flexibility and sometimes I couldn't resist giving it a couple of trial swishes, although I generally wished I had not!
Sometimes I would actually have to hand it to dad. This was always quite distressing as I knew exactly what he was going to do with it.
Then it was time for dad to give me a lecture on my bad behavior and then issue the dreaded command to "bend over!"
Perhaps some of you have never had to present your bare bottom for a caning, but I have to tell you that it is highly unnerving!
I would feel a gentle tapping on my bottom as dad tested his range and this would soon be followed by the first stroke of the cane.
Upon impact, the cane leaves an instantaneous red, hot sting across your bottom cheeks. This Is followed by a much more intense pain a second or so later. As I said earlier - I regretted my bad behavior as soon as that first stroke whipped across my bottom.
My dad always said he got no pleasure from caning me and that it hurt him as much as it did him. I can assume his pain was purely psychological and nothing like the very real pain I felt in my bottom.
Dad was a firm believer in the effectiveness of the cane. 6 strokes were plenty to make me very sorry I had misbehaved - and 6 strokes did not take very long to administer. I could be bent over and caned in about a minute, but the results were long-lasting.
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