Alias was already a sore girl by the time we met up with Olivia Crowe in Brussels last Saturday morning. A combination of straps, with the additional help of a rather lovely small wooden paddle I’d picked up at Shadow Lane, had left her especially well-marked after our first evening’s play.
Now, Olivia and I have known each other for a few years – in which time we’ve never played, given that her boyfriend is her only male top. That doesn’t mean that she won’t misbehave, and that I can’t and won’t scold – and that we won’t both have great fun in so doing. But honouring a friend’s preferences, and those of her partner, is important to me – and I hugely respect her for the unwavering importance she accords to her relationship. So we won’t cross the line into actual play.
As the three of us wandered back from visiting an old prison (as you do on days out!), I mentioned the concept of the whipping girl: where it wasn’t deemed appropriate for a princess (say) to receive corporal punishment, another young lady would be nominated to take floggings on her behalf. “Why would the girl do that?” I was asked. “Because her father – a Duke, perhaps – might volunteer her services as a gesture of loyalty to the king,” I explained. (I have no idea if that’s historically accurate, but it should be…!)
The conclusion from that was obvious: that, as Olivia couldn’t be spanked no matter how badly she behaved during the day, Alias would have to take her punishments for her. “I’m a princess,” squealed Olivia excitedly. Her new friend looked a little more worried…
…as well she might have been. We dealt out the punishment in the hotel later: one stroke of the riding crop forming the penalty for each of Olivia’s 16 offences. Only, I rather suspect, it was Olivia who felt the more punished of the two, having to watch her friend being thrashed on her behalf. (Emphasis on ‘having to watch’: a girl should see the consequences of her actions). And that, of course, is the very point of the ‘whipping girl’ scheme, done right.
Such fun! And great to find an excuse to apply such a traditional remedy, I thought…
Oh such a fun day! I believe, as well, that Olivia was the one more punished. It was such fun watching her face while being made to watch! 😀 Of course, it did hurt getting spanked! Especially after Friday.
Amazing weekend.
The whipping girl concept is fascinating.
As a punishment for the girl to be “spared” it works best when the whipping girl is not just that, but also a close companion for play and studies, someone she spends a lot of time with and eventually becomes fond of. You’d have be very hard-hearted (or totally absorbed by the excitement any girl who has even a tiny bit of kink insider her must feel watching another girl “get it”) not to feel some remorse when seeing someone you like suffer pain for your own screw-up.
Even more interesting is the perspective of the whipping girl herself. Does it feel like a punishment for her? A meaningless act of cruelty? A tough job to do well? A noble sacrifice? If so, for whom? The spared girl, her own father, tradition? Is there anything in it for her personally? Is it a form of networking with unspecified benefits expected in the future? Can there ever be real friendship between them?
Fascinating as the whipping girl concept is, it works best in medieval castles where my fantasies don’t usually play out. However, I have used “accidental” whipping girls in my school fantasies. For example, rather than imposing collective punishment on a whole group (say girls in an untidy dorm or a team that has lost an important school match), the school’s odd tradition just require one girl chosen by lottery to suffer the group’s punishment. Depending on whether she has any inidividual responsibility for the group’s mess-up or not, she might well be seen as a whipping girl with all the interesting psychological consequences that follow.
As you can tell by me getting long-winded, I really like this concept, maybe because it’s a case of getting thrashed without the feelings of personal guilt that come with a punishment and without any overt erotic connotations either. I’ll have to re-lurk now, but I’ll keep following.
It was a very fun weekend
I mostly felt sad that I wasn’t the one getting spanked – because let’s be fair, I deserved it – but I also felt bad for her. She was already so sore and so bruised! Misbehaving during the day was a lot of fun, but watching her punishment was pretty awful. Well, and also pretty hot 😉
I miss you both so much xx