I was just about to start undressing for my shower, when I noticed that the blinds were up and the window was wide open. Abel was standing next to it, looking smug.
“Would you draw the blinds, please?” I asked.
He smirked, walked up to me, and started to take my t-shirt off, while dragging me towards the open window, despite my protestations that I really didn’t want to flash the entire neighbourhood. My squeaking didn’t make any difference until Abel decided to stop of his own accord – a metre away from the window, which he then finally shut.
I finished undressing and started walking towards the shower.
“Wait there, young lady,” he said. “Flashing the neighbours? Unacceptable behaviour! Bend over and put your hands on the desk!” He grabbed the first thing that was to hand – a plastic ruler.
Giggling and yelping, I took a couple of dozen swats, which were crisp, sharp and warming. I was laughing too hard to apologise for my behaviour, which had appalled Abel so much.
When I switched the shower on, I let cool water pour over my freshly spanked bottom. And I giggled for rather a long time.
How sweet