Whipping girl

Earlier in the year, with much helpful encouragement, I went on a diet and exercise regime. The results were rather successful. In the past few months, however, I’ve slacked somewhat, for various reasons. (Some might note the word ‘reasons’ here, and translate it as ‘excuses’. You might say that. I couldn’t possibly comment!).

We were discussing this the other evening, and I noted that this was precisely the sort of area in which some people find a disciplinary regime to be of use. Before long, the suggestion was made that Emma Jane could be my whipping girl – punished were I to breach the rules I set for myself once more on food and fitness.

However, we hit on a very obvious problem – aside from the impracticality of any such plan: that, as EJ rightly pointed out, I’d not be able to bear it were she to actually have to be beaten on my behalf. I can watch her take the hardest thrashings; I can whack her (in the right circumstances) harder than anyone else. Yet were I to have to watch her being dealt with for me… No, I just couldn’t. it’d be unbearable.

Now, there are some who’d say that that means that the whole scenario would be absolutely perfect: it’d absolutely guarantee my good conduct. So I fully intend to corrupt it somewhat – my entirely imaginary whipping girl being deployed to keep me focused and to help me to motivate myself once again…

Interestingly, it made me think of princesses in days gone by. I’d never previously have imagined that such a young lady would be in the least worried were her whipping girl to have had to take a punishment. Now, it rather makes me smile to think how upset she’d actually be, and how she’d want to make it up to her after the event.