Whilst wartime anecdotes usually fall on just the wrong side of the kink/squick line for me, a phrase in a post from Hilary at the JCP-Female Yahoo group some time ago was sufficiently distant to be of interest. Discussing the Special Operations Executive, she recalled a lesson from her school days:
A schoolgirl friend, had stated that she “would not give away her friends” no matter how she was tortured! The old French teacher asked, very dryly – “Well – imagine you are in the deepest cellar of a prison, completely bared, and fastened across a table for what you had been told was going to be the soundest of thrashings. Tell me, my dear – How many strokes of the strap or cane do you think it would take before you were willing to tell everything you knew?!” It shut my friend up – and the rest of us too – imagining!
And me!
I think I could take at least 12 – 18 if I was feeling brave. Now there’s a fun roleplay idea – and I look great in RAF blue!
Rapunzel: 12-18 of Abel’s VERY BEST?? Now that’s the kind of friend we all need!!
Yeah, Komsomol turned partisan girls tortured by the Nazis during WWII – that used to tickle my young imagination too, when I was in the elementary and middle school.
Squadron Leader Abel reporting for duty… “Girls to be punished, bend OVER” 😉
Squadron Leader Abel: It’s off the topic, but what do you think of the cricket score today? We’re all glued to the game here, as perhaps are you, if you have finished with the above duties….
Rob – cricket bats have more than one use, you know…
Abel: On dangerous ground am I? Finally!
.. whereas our brave boys were merely thrashed by them this morning…
PS American and Eastern European readers alike are welcome to ignore this exchange about cricket. We know you won’t understand!
Reading the nation’s leading newspaper this morning I come across the words, “England, constrained to attack, did, but inevitably made mistakes…” You don’t think some journo down there has been slacking off and pulled up the blog do you??
No worry, Abel, we’re doing pretty well… “cricket bats have more than one use…” Me understend.
*yawn* Yeah, cricket… whatever.
Haron: Don’t tell Abel but I have completely fudged my way through this. Haven’t a clue about the game – but have had to pretend I do since childhood – my father, husband and sons just assume I must find it as rivetting as they do. But really there is something sexy about a fella in all his white gear don’t you think? Reason enough surely to wander down to the park and check out the action.
LOL, it’s like going to a baseball game here in the summer or a hockey game in winter here in Up. Midwest. Or a play someone’s in. Social duty. (I pass it a lot, thought).
I have only just come across your lovely blog site and my next task is to bokkmark it – smacks for spelling (wouldn’t Amber get a lot!)
On Cricket: a stump may be better than a bat – and don’y even think about the bails! Or you could wear pads