“Kenneth took a deep breath. As he did so, he raised the cane into the air. It’s tip quivered during the short pause before the implement was sent on its collision course with the nervously waiting female bottom. Thwack! The first swipe of the rattan brought a gasp from the bent over girl. Kenneth watched as the stick rebounded, printing a record of its very brief, but very painful visit. The headmaster had held the cane so that it would naturally rebound from Sally’s bottom cheeks. Later into the caning his grip would tighten and the cane would embed a little into the flesh, rather than springing away…” – Excerpt from “What’s in a Name?,” Janus 150
