When we came back to our hotel room last night, and picked up the “do not disturb” sign to put on our door, Abel got an evil glint in his eye.

“I could do something very bad,” he said. “Shall I?”

“What is it?”

He waved the second sign at me, the “please clean my room” one. Then he tiptoed across the hotel corridor and hang it on the door of the room opposite, where the inhabitants were, presumably, peacefully asleep.

In fairness, he took it off right away. But the naughtiness, the naughtiness! What would have happened to me if I’d so much as suggested it?

In the fine tradition of the spanking blogs everywhere, I’d like to take some suggestions on what punishment Abel deserves.

(No, he’s not going to accept it. Ah, well, we can dream.)

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