Once Upon a Time.....

[graceanne]

Hey, Shy - how have you been? I have an update to last year's whip discussion. Something that made me smile.

As you may or may not recall, the neighborhood boys built scarecrows on poles in my backyard - to be used as "bad guy" targets when I'm in the mood to swing. The kids have been sitting on my fence, watching me practice, for about a year now. Sometimes small groups, sometimes large - but they're always eager to watch, and they always cheer me on. Mostly boys, but one little girl too (though she keeps her fists jammed in her ears, and if she's actually watching it's through an adorably scrunched-up face.)

So last night (Halloween), as usual, dozens of children came trick-or-treating to my door. And among them were......

11 boys dressed to resemble Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark (each with hat and "whip")...

5 kids dressed as cowboys (again - hat and "whip")...

and one little girl in a standard pink-ballgown-and-tiara-for-kids outfit, who whispered shyly, "I'm the princess for Indiana Jones."



I haven't been touched like this since my nephew asked to borrow my old football jersey for trick-or-treating, roughly a decade ago.

That is so sweet. 'Imitiation is the sincerest form of flattery' and all that.

 

[Homburg]

11 boys dressed to resemble Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark (each with hat and "whip")...

5 kids dressed as cowboys (again - hat and "whip")...

and one little girl in a standard pink-ballgown-and-tiara-for-kids outfit, who whispered shyly, "I'm the princess for Indiana Jones."

That's just as cute as can be

 

[HB1965]

That's just as cute as can be

Yes it is. Thanks for sharing it with us. I could use this as the entry on the something that made me smile thread

 

[JMohegan]

Glad you all enjoyed it. Thanks for saying so!

 

[shy slave]

Hey, Shy - how have you been? I have an update to last year's whip discussion. Something that made me smile.

As you may or may not recall, the neighborhood boys built scarecrows on poles in my backyard - to be used as "bad guy" targets when I'm in the mood to swing. The kids have been sitting on my fence, watching me practice, for about a year now. Sometimes small groups, sometimes large - but they're always eager to watch, and they always cheer me on. Mostly boys, but one little girl too (though she keeps her fists jammed in her ears, and if she's actually watching it's through an adorably scrunched-up face.)

So last night (Halloween), as usual, dozens of children came trick-or-treating to my door. And among them were......

11 boys dressed to resemble Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark (each with hat and "whip")...

5 kids dressed as cowboys (again - hat and "whip")...

and one little girl in a standard pink-ballgown-and-tiara-for-kids outfit, who whispered shyly, "I'm the princess for Indiana Jones."



I haven't been touched like this since my nephew asked to borrow my old football jersey for trick-or-treating, roughly a decade ago.

That is cute.

And one day that beautiful little girl will be chained to a wall thinking 'I wonder why I like to dress in pretty things and be whipped. Where did this desire come from?

And half the neighbourhood boys will end up expert BDSM's all because of you (the other half will be dress in the pink dress as a princess).
You are teaching the next generation of Lit perverts

How wonderful

 

[JMohegan]

All kidding aside, Shy, the reactions from parents have been most interesting.

As you know, I went door-to-door before taking my first backyard swing, to ask if the noise or action would disturb my neighbors. I got a lot of good-natured eye-rolling, feigned concern that my archery skills would suffer if I neglected that sport for the new one, and teasing about what an overgrown kid I am - but no objections or reservations of any kind.

I went door-to-door again after the kids surprised me with the scarecrows. I was concerned that the shift from swinging into the open air to a more direct representation of violence (albeit against inanimate "badguys") might be of concern to some.

Yet once again, no objections. The only reservation came from one mother, who said that as long as the targets were human (not animal) representations, she wouldn't have a problem with it. I found this fascinating, for a variety of reasons.

 

[Homburg]

Yet once again, no objections. The only reservation came from one mother, who said that as long as the targets were human (not animal) representations, she wouldn't have a problem with it. I found this fascinating, for a variety of reasons.

*blink*

Did you get her number?

 

[JMohegan]

*blink*

Did you get her number?

Ha, ha - no! What was I thinking!



[Actually, she's happily married to a guy who does his slicing & dicing, slashing & pounding, in the courtroom. I live in suburbia, a.k.a. Familyville. With a few notable exceptions, it's Mom, Dad, 2.5 children, and the family dog all the way.]

 

[intothewoods]

All kidding aside, Shy, the reactions from parents have been most interesting.

As you know, I went door-to-door before taking my first backyard swing, to ask if the noise or action would disturb my neighbors. I got a lot of good-natured eye-rolling, feigned concern that my archery skills would suffer if I neglected that sport for the new one, and teasing about what an overgrown kid I am - but no objections or reservations of any kind.

I went door-to-door again after the kids surprised me with the scarecrows. I was concerned that the shift from swinging into the open air to a more direct representation of violence (albeit against inanimate "badguys") might be of concern to some.

Yet once again, no objections. The only reservation came from one mother, who said that as long as the targets were human (not animal) representations, she wouldn't have a problem with it. I found this fascinating, for a variety of reasons.

I didn't want to be rude, but I did raise an eyebrow when you mentioned that the kids all gather around to watch you practice with whips! That was my gut reaction. It's very considerate that you asked the neighbors first, and let them know what you wanted to do.

In thinking about it more (and trying to think how I would react if a neighbor came and asked me that!), I guess at the end of the day I wouldn't want to tell you what you can and can't do in your own backyard. I'm trying to think what I would tell my kid if he asked me why you were doing that. Hmm, maybe I wouldn't say anything. Interesting food for thought.

 

[Netzach]

Because you KNOW your little fan club is gonna try it on the dog first, you just know it. I think she's a smart one, that mom.

 

[JMohegan]

Because you KNOW your little fan club is gonna try it on the dog first, you just know it. I think she's a smart one, that mom.

When I was a kid, I would have tried it on my best friend.

Actually, it's more correct to say that we would have tried it on each other.

 

[JMohegan]

I'm trying to think what I would tell my kid if he asked me why you were doing that. Hmm, maybe I wouldn't say anything. Interesting food for thought.

The kids asked me directly, and I said it's a sport - like any other. I practice for fun and exercise, but clear safety rules apply.

Years ago, when I started practicing archery in the yard, I explained why they had to sit to the side to watch, why I wouldn't let them handle my bow, why they should never shoot toward another person, why my response to the suggestion that I aim for a squirrel to see if I could hit a moving target was a firm "No!", etc.

Same conversations over the whip. Same rules apply.

 

[intothewoods]

The kids asked me directly, and I said it's a sport - like any other. I practice for fun and exercise, but clear safety rules apply.

Years ago, when I started practicing archery in the yard, I explained why they had to sit to the side to watch, why I wouldn't let them handle my bow, why they should never shoot toward another person, why my response to the suggestion that I aim for a squirrel to see if I could hit a moving target was a firm "No!", etc.

Same conversations over the whip. Same rules apply.

for fun and exercise...for fun and exercise...for fun and exercise....

Ok. Just practicing.

 

[JMohegan]

for fun and exercise...for fun and exercise...for fun and exercise....

Ok. Just practicing.

In my case, the response was sincere.

Barring the extremely unlikely appearance of an actual, real life badguy on my property (who had clearly identified himself as such and happened to be standing at a distance, free of obstructions that would interfere with the whip's trajectory or my swing!) - I have no intention of ever using my 12-footer on an actual human being.

Straight up. That's the truth.

 

[intothewoods]

In my case, the response was sincere.

Barring the extremely unlikely appearance of an actual, real life badguy on my property (who had clearly identified himself as such and happened to be standing at a distance, free of obstructions that would interfere with the whip's trajectory or my swing!) - I have no intention of ever using my 12-footer on an actual human being.

Straight up. That's the truth.

Ah, okay. Cool.

I was mostly teasing, as I don't plan on starting whip practice anytime soon. It's just that the idea of ever having to discuss my interest in s&m with my child terrifies me. Hopefully, it won't ever be an issue.

 

[JMohegan]

Ah, okay. Cool.

I was mostly teasing, as I don't plan on starting whip practice anytime soon. It's just that the idea of ever having to discuss my interest in s&m with my child terrifies me. Hopefully, it won't ever be an issue.

In my opinion, it's a rare child indeed who would be comfortable with, or able to mentally process in a healthy way, the idea of Dad (or a BF) physically hurting Mom for any reason - alleged sexual pleasure included.

I know there are people who let the sounds of SM carry outside the bedroom, and those who have kinky equipment left out where a child can see. I respect their choice, as parents, do this. But personally, I would not.

 

[intothewoods]

In my opinion, it's a rare child indeed who would be comfortable with, or able to mentally process in a healthy way, the idea of Dad (or a BF) physically hurting Mom for any reason - alleged sexual pleasure included.

I know there are people who let the sounds of SM carry outside the bedroom, and those who have kinky equipment left out where a child can see. I respect their choice, as parents, do this. But personally, I would not.

Me neither, as you know. And, ugh, the notion of having my kid discovering it vis-a-vis a BF, and not Dad? No, no, no, never. It's another reason why no one will meet my child unless and until we're very, very, very serious and have discussed everything under the sun in talks resembling treaty negotiations. (Like I'm envisioning 48 hours of discussions where food must be ordered in, and only the occasional bathroom break is allowed...okay...not really...but yeah kind of)

 

[Homburg]

[Actually, she's happily married to a guy who does his slicing & dicing, slashing & pounding, in the courtroom. I live in suburbia, a.k.a. Familyville. With a few notable exceptions, it's Mom, Dad, 2.5 children, and the family dog all the way.]

I live in Familyville. You live in Familyville. Statistically other freaky poeple live in Familyville. Just sayin'

And I would have been one of those kids trying it out on a friend, not a dog. Cruelty to animals has always been unconscionable to me. Humans? Meh, different story, even as a kid...

 

[JMohegan]

I live in Familyville. You live in Familyville. Statistically other freaky poeple live in Familyville. Just sayin'

And I would have been one of those kids trying it out on a friend, not a dog. Cruelty to animals has always been unconscionable to me. Humans? Meh, different story, even as a kid...

Totally agree on the cruelty comment, but for me the point of "trying it out" on my best friend would have been a game of combat, i.e., I would have expected him to try evasive maneuvers and attempt fighting back.

Trying to turn a rope into a whip would have been the same thing as turning sticks into swords and snowballs into grenades. I had what my mother referred to as "an extraordinarily high level of boy energy" as a kid, but my inner sadist didn't really appear till I first got inside a female's shirt.

 

[the captians wench]

Totally agree on the cruelty comment, but for me the point of "trying it out" on my best friend would have been a game of combat, i.e., I would have expected him to try evasive maneuvers and attempt fighting back.

Trying to turn a rope into a whip would have been the same thing as turning sticks into swords and snowballs into grenades. I had what my mother referred to as "an extraordinarily high level of boy energy" as a kid, but my inner sadist didn't really appear till I first got inside a female's shirt.

"ooh nipples! Let's see what she does if I pinch really hard!"


*giggles*

 

[JMohegan]

"ooh nipples! Let's see what she does if I pinch really hard!"


*giggles*

Bullseye. You got it, Wench.

 

[shy slave]

"ooh nipples! Let's see what she does if I pinch really hard!"


*giggles*

Wenchie

It sounds like you have met boys like that

Just saying'

 

[Homburg]

Totally agree on the cruelty comment, but for me the point of "trying it out" on my best friend would have been a game of combat, i.e., I would have expected him to try evasive maneuvers and attempt fighting back.

Trying to turn a rope into a whip would have been the same thing as turning sticks into swords and snowballs into grenades. I had what my mother referred to as "an extraordinarily high level of boy energy" as a kid, but my inner sadist didn't really appear till I first got inside a female's shirt.

Yup, that is what I was referring to. I figure you would get it immediately. It would definitely have been whip duelling at 10 paces or somesuch.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Once Upon a Time there were two fairies.

They lived on the shoulders of a small, shy slave and they helped her make decisions in life.

One fairy lived on her right shoulder. Let’s call her the good fairy.
She is not ‘good’ in a completely selfless way but she has good thoughts about others and her watch words were ‘how can I please him, even more?’ and ‘How can I make this better for him?’ This fairy also helped with ideas about to make things easier of other people who knew the small shy slave. The good fairy’s wings were white with a beautiful silver thread running through them. In the light it was possible to see several shades of blue, glinting and shining in the sunlight. Some of the blues were so bright in colour it was impossible to say what exact shade they were.

The other fairy lived on the small, shy slaves left shoulder. Let’s call her the bad fairy.
She is not bad in a mean, nasty, horrible way. She was bad in a daring light hearted way. Nothing she did was ever intended to upset someone. Her ideas were often flashes of brilliance, which did not always follow through to whether the outcome of following such ideas would have adverse consequences for the small shy slave.

One day the small, shy slave was tending to her owner (who can sometimes be nice and kind).
She was stroking his back and ass, enjoying the feeling of being with him.
The small, shy slave liked seeing him relaxed and enjoying what she was doing for him.
As her fingers idly drifted across his back, down his spine and across his ass she became aware the fairies were both hungry and talking about food.

She listened to their talk for a while, and, when they realised she was listening, the good fairy (who is not good in a selfless way, but has good thoughts) said

“Don’t worry about food, he will be hungry soon. He will then decide to get up and we can all go and eat. He is having such a lovely relaxing time and you are enjoying this too, so don’t worry soon we will all eat. Let him make that decision, you know that will make him happy”

The bad fairy (who was not really bad, just did not always think through her brilliant ideas), said

“He is so relaxed and you have been doing this for quite a while now small, shy slave.
He could easily stay like this for a long time. Then we will all be very hungry, which will make you grumpy, no-one likes it when you are like that. I know I have an idea…..”

The small, shy slave listened to the idea, and then listened to the good fairy saying that she was not sure it was a brilliant idea to follow through with what the bad fairy had thought of.

The poor small, shy slave was confused. Who should she listen to?

She was enjoying what she was doing, and he was relaxed and happy.
BUT she was getting hungry, and she knew he would never notice if she was grumpy because she hid her bad moods so well. But he may guess and that would make him sad.

What should she do??

So, still stroking him, she lay next to her owner and said

“I have a problem; there are these two fairies...”

She then explained the problem.

Her owner (who can sometimes be nice and kind), said what did the good fairy say?
The small, shy slave told him.

Her owner (who can sometimes be nice and kind) said what did the bad fairy say?
Well at this point, the bad fairy (who is bad in a daring, light hearted way) said

“Remember, actions speak louder than words”​

So the small, shy slave said

“Oh she suggested this”
And with that, the small, shy slave lifted her hand from her owners' (who can sometimes be nice and kind) ass and dropped it hard, twice in quick succession down onto his ass cheek accompanied by the words

“c’mon, lets go eat”

The smacking sound filled the air.

Then there was a silence.
The small, shy slaves’ owner got up, and laying there on the bed was his belt.
The small, shy slave watched him pick up his belt and fold it in half.

The smacking sound filled the air.

Then there was a silence.

Followed by the words of the small, shy slave

“Fucking fairies”

The moral of this story is never listen to the fairies when you are hungry​

First time I'm seeing this.

*grin*

 

[shy slave]

First time I'm seeing this.

*grin*

Hi Trinique

Long time no see.

It is good to see you back here and posting again

Glad to make you grin.

The fairies are alive and well and continue to cause me to say and do things I would not normally do!

They seem to be a cross I have to bear