This is fairly typical of myself when I was having regular canings to suppress my masturbating habit. The difference is that I would receive many dozens of of strokes in long sessions. My master enjoyed breaking me with his skilled methodical caning. I would be sobbing and begging, but still he would continue with another twelve.
A beautiful caning, made all the better for the view of those lovely balls. I've had twelve strokes on many occasions, all administered by older men. The first time a man said he wanted to cane me I refused at first, but he gradually persuaded me, and I couldn't believe how much the cane hurt. He rubbed my raw bottom better afterwards, then slipped a finger into my bottom-hole, and I was in heaven!!!