Haron, on a recent punishment (for chewing gum in church, heh):
He swung the tawse quite hard, and I struggled not to make a fuss, but it was one of the quicker punishments I’ve had. I told him I was sorry, and at the time I was. Well, maybe almost sorry.
I could have been sorrier … if I hadn’t subsequently found out that Abel’s mind during the punishment was on placing all twelve strokes across the same strip of flesh on my bottom. Seriously, he was having target practice. What did he think this was, the Olympics?