Sore, but not enough for some

We’ve just returned from a weekend at a reformatory (where I was being reformed, and Abel was one of the master’s). My bottom is sensitive to the merest touch, and it’s unusually painful to sit on. I’ll write more about how it got this way as I process my impressions, but I’ll have you know that Abel isn’t in the least sympathetic.

When we came home this morning, I complained about being very sore, particularly after a long drive. Abel’s reaction? He picked up the wooden yardstick that lives in the kitchen.

“Bend over and put your hands on the counter,” he said.

I whimpered and obeyed. Even the motion of bending over was painful, as the seams of my knickers rubbed against my sensitive skin. Abel measured the yardstick against my bottom, and told me to stick it out properly.

I gritted my teeth and whined quietly in anticipation.

The strokes were quick, loud, and smarted a lot. Even though they weren’t that hard. I made no attempt to be brave, and yelped pathetically.

Now I’m sitting on my sore bottom, and wondering how I’m going to take the birching I’ve been promised for tonight…

9 thoughts on “Sore, but not enough for some

  • 1 March, 2010 at 10:20 am
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    Awww – Abel sounds mean!

    Can’t wait to hear about the birching later 😉

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  • 1 March, 2010 at 12:06 pm
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    Please don’t tell me that it’s Abel birching you tonight… Given that he knows how sore you are that would be very mean.
    On the other hand, if it is him and he’s running short of birch twigs, let me know and i’ll get some and express courier them to you this afternoon 😀

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  • 1 March, 2010 at 12:18 pm
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    It’s Abel, of course! He’s the only person who I’d let anywhere near me right now.

    We’ve got birches left over from the reformatory, ow.

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  • 1 March, 2010 at 12:35 pm
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    Obviously, under normal circumstances, I would offer to be your whipping girl and save you the additional pain. However, checking my diary, I’m busy washing my hair tonight. Sorry 😀

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  • 1 March, 2010 at 12:39 pm
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    I do hope you’ve already ditched the knickers in favor of your softest pajamas and burned the birch rod. (Oops, originally typed bitch– there may be something to this Freud fellow after all).

    If Abel needs more “twigs” and calls on Eliane to play express courier, at least you’ll get to watch Abel birch her, too.

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  • 1 March, 2010 at 12:53 pm
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    @indy When I said dxpress courier, I meant via DHL, not via my presence. Do I look stupid?!

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  • 1 March, 2010 at 1:54 pm
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    @Eliane: How would I know? I’ve never met you in person!

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  • 2 March, 2010 at 3:21 pm
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    He wasn’t much good at the job, was he, if you still need yet more reforming?

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