There’s a tradition that women can propose marriage to their menfolk on 29th February. (Why they wouldn’t feel able to on other dates is beyond me, frankly, but still). I inevitably start to ponder ways in which to pervert the idea…
A sixth-former coming home at the end of the day and telling her family she’d asked her boyfriend to marry her; her father sending her straight to her room, lecturing her about her irresponsibility, and then unbuckling his belt and whipping her soundly to bring her back down to earth.
Or, perhaps, a princess in times gone by, proposing to a suitor at Court – in direct defiance of her father, the king. He’d have other plans in mind for her: an arranged marriage, to a much older prince from a foreign state. Her arrangement would be declared invalid, of course, and the royal aides would be instructed to prepare a birch so that she could be flogged in public. She’d be tied down in front of the assembled courtiers, her bottom bared for punishment. And His Majesty would duly re-assert his authority over his daughter…
Leap day is not the 29th, but the 24th! just so that we know it in 2016.
Think actually that to be appropriately perverted the princess should flog the king, the daughter belt her father. Or did I miss the point of our empowerment ;-). Sure you’ll enlighten me !
Is there anything you can’t pervert? In unrelated news: what would we do without your mind?
Only you could write into existence a genuine, royal Spank-King.