Some of you may have concluded from my account of my first ever birching, that I was perhaps not quite as contrite as I could have been.
Abel apparently thought the same thing. When he asked if I was sorry, I made some sort cheeky remark in response, so he bent me back over the bed, and unleashed the big gun in his arsenal of weapons... his hand.
A mere four whacks with that was enough to have me genuinely apologising, proving once again, if proof were needed, that Haron's claim that "Abel’s hand is the most awesome, most frightening weapon in his collection of implements" is indeed a true and accurate one.
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