Abel and I were walking up to the train station. He valiantly carried the suitcase, almost not complaining at all. Seriously, he only complained once.

“I can’t believe how heavy it is!” he said.

“What have you got in there?” I asked, knowing that we were only going away for a couple of nights, so hardly needed any clothes.

“A strap, a cane, a tawse and a hairbrush,” he said. And paused. And said: “Oh.”

Right, he was only carrying a mini dungeon in that bag…

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