“Come here, young lady!” said Abel.

I approached, with caution. He was smiling (that was good), but he was also holding up a hairbrush (that was ominous).

“What do you mean by leaving a hairbrush lying around? That’s just asking for a spanking.”

So, it appears that he’d walked past my hairbrush, noticed it there, and decided it was “lying around”, and needed to be used. Hmm.

There was nothing I could do, though. He bent me down, secured me under his left arm, and applied the brush to my bottom with firm determination. I yelped and wiggled, because even through my jeans a wooden brush is going to make an impression.

A dozen or so smacks later, he released me, and handed the brush to me.

“Let this be a lesson,” he said. “You can put it away.”

I guess, it was a lesson. I should keep the brush in a drawer at all times. I’m not sure how it’s going to help with the other 50 implements lying randomly around the house in full view…