Oh, how delightful! A story at Google Books of a young lady passing herself off as a boy to join the army in times gone by – and suffering the consequences of her misbehaviour.
‘A Mirror for Ruffians’, by Philip Lindsay, tells the tale:
And there was Hannah Snell, the eighteenth centruy soldier who shouldered a musket at Pondicherry; Hannah is a delightful case, she was such an obvious liar, and apart from those tales proved mendacious, I rather doubt her boast of having been twice flogged.
Her biographer explains that her bosom was exceptionally small and that she tied a long handkerchief around her neck… Nevertheless, flogging was unbelievably brutal punishment, and even the most powerful man inevitably jerked some cry between his clenched teeth at the first swing of the knotted cat; Hannah must have been amazingly tough to withstand this.
So: who’s up for a scene?!
Er, no thanks!
sorry, bossom too large…
😛
If you can get to my side of the world, sure!
I’m happy to dress up in soldier-clothes, but sadly, like sam I can’t pull off “exceptionally small” bosom.
Well, there goes my fantasy role-play military cross-dressing career…
If the Mystery Minx hasn’t seen this post yet, don’t start the sign-up process without her — this is just up her alley!
And myself, I’ve always found naval discipline fascinating. It’s the “where do you get a mast” problem….
Spanko tall-ship summer cruise…? 😉
Eh me please, please, please!
Not to mention all the time I’ve spent on ships lately
I’m a bloke with no boobs, but if you dress me up with a skirt does that count