It is almost ten years since the memorable occasion of my first proper caning. As you say, there is nothing quite like the agony of the burning pain produced by a rattan cane when applied with force to the sensitive flesh of a very bare bottom! After my four strokes I wept for about fifteen minutes, so we decided to have a cup of tea while I recovered. The waiting could not have been easy for my friend, but she was very brave and insisted that a bargain was a bargain! So her bottom became just as sore as mine. In fact both were quite badly inflamed over the whole area, but what excited us most were the “tram lines” – purple, swollen ridges extending right across both cheeks.