I got caned this morning: four strokes, not very hard at all, but very much deserved.
These were a result of my instinctive tendency to forget about tasks I don't like performing. For example, I don't like going to the corner shop to put credit on the gas card... thus we run out of gas.
Abel shook his head and let it go the last couple of times. The few times before that he wasn't at home to discover I'd let the credit run out. However, the very last time he warned me that if it happened again, there would be a caning for me.
The punishment was as light as any caning had a right to be, but my pride has a weeping wound right through the middle. I think I'll just go and die now.