I want to cane little boys and girls on the hands with an 18″ rattan school stick. I want to hear them cry and see them clamp their burning hands under their armpits in an effort to quieten the pain. I want them to be in real pain for hours afterwards. I want them to tell their friends how much the stick hurt. Then I want to call them to the front of the class again, take their pants and underwear down and whack their bare bottoms. I would have made a strict but good teacher.
