I'm a retired research scientist, from almost the last all-male Grammar School generation that was caned quite regularly. Every teacher was allowed to use one of the canes that were kept in the Staff Room, and only a few denied themselves this duty. This location of the Staff Room certainly didn't diminish the humiliation of having to trek along seemingly endless (but mostly empty) corridors and to request it on behalf of the teacher, and then to return to the class so that it could be used in front of them. The Headmaster had his own cane, of course, and I had quite a few opportunities to stare at his study carpet while he used it.

Perhaps strangely, therefore, my tastes have always been as a giver rather that a receiver, and with female recipients.

I am currently involved in writing and researching erotic art and literature, with a particular emphasis on 'erotic chastisement'.