I grew up in South Africa, where corporal punishment was common up until a few years ago. There was a geography teacher by the name of Mrs Botha, who was very strict and often caned both the boys and girls.
On one occasion, I received my workbook back with the message: “See me!”
I duly reported to Mrs Botha after class and handed her my workbook. She checked the book and asked me why I had not done my homework. I replied that I had forgot.
“You are going to get a good hiding,” she told me. I profusely apologised, as I had once before received a hiding from Mrs Botha and it had hurt a lot. However, she was not interested in my apologies, grabbed me by the ear and firmly informed me of the following.
“You are a distinction candidate and look at the work you deliver! I’m going to give you such a hiding that you won’t be able to sit for a week! Now, bend over, young man!”
Mrs Botha then proceeded to administer five stinging strokes with her cane to my bottom. I am not ashamed to say that that I grabbed my bottom in agony and promised Mrs Botha that I would never ever forget to do my homework again.
She then told me to report to her the following day with my homework completed or I would get the hiding of my life. Needless to say, I obeyed her instruction.