Gotta cut it short

Yesterday Ron had a phone call from an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a while. He had promised me a spanking in the afternoon and it was almost time, but I figured I'd be off the hook since he would want to catch up on all the news with his pal. So Ron took the call in his study and I amused myself with a game on the iPad.

I kept one eye on the clock, watching the minutes slowly progress toward the appointed time. He'd probably be on the phone for at least another half hour, I told myself. I became absorbed in my game and was startled to hear Ron's footsteps on the stairs. One glance at the clock told me that he had not forgotten his promise to me.

"I cut it short," I heard Ron explain. "I said I had to give you a spanking."

Wait, what? I turned around and looked at him. His expression was serious but a twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

"Yeah, right," I laughed, and put the iPad down. Then off we went, right on schedule.