Not just school. Where I come from it's pretty normal for parents to use the cane on their children from a pretty young age.
I got it at home, and it set me up nicely for my first day at school. My mate from Nursery was trying to assert his dominance on the playground. I wasn't having any of it and smashed his head with my yellow drink bottle. I still remember him looking dumbfounded as Tang sloshed all over his head. Next thing I know, I'm outside the headies office and he gives me six of the best. Pretty much a weekly occurrence in lower school from then on. Headie was a right sadist.
Middle school was much of the same. Another headie who was a sadist. I remember being late for school once and getting caned for it. Seems hilarious that I got the cane because the traffic was rubbish along with 20 other lads on the same bus.
Got to upper school and I remember asking my mate Mohammed Ali (for that was his name) for some food before religious assembly. He always brought in a great lunch. Incensed, I stayed back with a couple of mates, ate his food and hung his bag from the flagpole in the middle of the quadrangle as punishment. Mo rats us out to the upper school headie for eating his lunch, missing assembly and the bag hanging. The headie had a fearsome reputation with the cane, but not so fearsome a rep for his English meaning my first day in upper school was also the funniest. Headie calls us up, and he's in such a rage that he screams at us to "turn the wall" instead of "turn to the wall". My mate pipes up with "sir, it's not turning!" and duly gets his bottom turned to ribbons. The two of us burst into laughter. He turns his rage on us. Must have taken about 20 "cuts" that day. Sadist chalked his canes so they'd land on the same spot each time.
Mo was a marked man after that day though. We made sure we ate his lunch every day from that day forth even if we weren't hungry.
Two years from that day and we're in our GCE year. School has a pretty bad Langur problem meaning there was a daily monkey invasion. They'd come in looking for food pretty much any time of the day. General pandemonium would occur if they entered your classroom meaning whichever teacher who was in there at the time would have to write his/her period off. The more enterprising amongst us took to leaving food on the windowsills (we're on the 1st floor) during the periods we didn't like. The monkeys turned up without fail until the day we got caught doing it during a particularly unpopular teacher's period. Teacher makes the entire class (30+ lads) march up to headies office and line up. Headie duly caned each and every one of us. He also taught us and was a brilliant teacher, though prone to fits of rage. He had a quiet word with us afterwards asking us not to play up. Funny how that worked better than the previous teacher's threats of violence.
I think I got caned pretty much every week for 11 years at school, bar a couple of years where I was a prefect. I still remember some hilarious moments. Like one headie trying to hit a lad who was over a foot taller than him. It was like watching Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump, except with an apoplectic headie.
I don't think it did me any harm, though I'd certainly never cane my kids or let another adult have that control over them. Some of the teachers came to school looking to whale on the kids for whatever was wrong in their lives and that was wrong. Also, some kids lived in mortal fear of the cane. You tell them in the morning they're going to get the cane in the evening and they'd pretty much be sobbing all day and doing anything they could, like ratting mates out, or blaming everyone else but themselves for why they got the cane. Most of us just shut up and took it. For the tougher nuts amongst us getting the cane was like walking to the tuck shop.
Taken me right down memory lane that has. Not sure why the OP wanted to know about the cane, but I had a lot of laughs remembering the above things!