It's been a while since I've been taken to task for my misdemeanours and I think I'm due a good thrashing.

It would start with me clothed and perhaps a ruler smacked onto my palms and fingers until they really tingled with pain.

Then maybe a good hard slippering with me touching toes
And my bottom getting hot and sore from the hard soled continuous impact

No rubbing allowed for relieving the aching.

Then I would strip naked and wait while my Sir or Miss retrieved a spiteful looking ebony cane.. thick of handle tapering to a thin end made of a strong but extremely pliable wood.

Sir/Miss would motion me to bend over or lay across a dark wooden desk..
I would have to proffer my bottom until Sir/Miss was satisfied that the optimum position for receiving the cane has been made..

Then with no rush they would flex and swish the cane where I could see them ..continuing to do so until they were out of my eyeline...



Then they would start the caning
Making sure there was plenty of time between strokes for the full power of each stroke to take effect..
The initial impact..the searing pain..the ache and throbbing. .
Then deliver yet another identically painful stroke...
And another and another
Continuing until my bottom has a neat set of vivid lines neatly layed across it

Waiting for my dismissal until I can rub the sore area better or head for the shower and let cool water run over my burning bottom cheeks.