We have Emma-Jane staying with us today. This being a working day, we’re all at our desks, but in Emma’s case this involves wearing her uniform to do “supervised work in detention”. She’s sitting at a school desk in Abel’s office, and from time to time she’s going to be pulled away from her work for a caning.
As I’m writing this, Abel has just closed the door to his office, and from behind it I can hear their two voices: him lecturing, Emma responding in a slightly petulant voice. I expect she’ll get caned any minute now.
…And yes, here we go. Cane strokes have started falling. Two have smacked down before she made any noise, but now she’s yelping, like any punished schoolgirl would. Six in all. I should be feeling sorry for her, but I’m just feeling a naughty voyeuristic thrill.
This could be a nice day for me, all in all.