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KageKamen

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It’s true and we also need to consider the fact that it needs intelligence to understand pain. Animals, for instance, can react to physical pain but they lack the self-consciousness to recognize it as something personal because they are more like an automaton than a human being in that regard.
Some decent points. But there are those who argue that we should avoid wherever possible harming lesser creatures, not for their sakes, but for our own - because to become accustomed to inflicting pain dulls our souls, that we might feel less compunction at doing harm to each other. I mean, is it not said that some of the most twisted killers started out tormenting cats and dogs and, yes, negroes? But such things eventually became too little to satisfy them.

Bearing such things in mind, I would say that while of course some kinds of pain are necessary for the managment of beasts both two and four-legged, we should take especial care that we do only as little as is necessary, and especially be wary of enjoying it. And this is even more vital with the negro than with other forms of livestock, for their form and voice is closest to our own - why, if you closed your eyes, could you say for sure if was not one of your own daughters being branded?
 

fallenmystic

Governor
But there are those who argue that we should avoid wherever possible harming lesser creatures, not for their sakes, but for our own - because to become accustomed to inflicting pain dulls our souls...
If we are going to bring real life arguments, I wouldn't even say that it's ok to harm lesser creatures for that matter. For the record, I captured a mosquito alive and released it outside just an hour ago because I don't want to cause unnecessary pain to any living beings (I didn't make it up... and I really need a finer-grained screen on my window). I certainly don't have higher regard of mosquitos than of people... well, most of them, at least.

I suppose it's another case that shows how our judgements on those things happening in real life may completely differ from those regarding a fantasy. I only draw such things from real life to my fantasies which I think would enhance my enjoyment.

And personally, I would enjoy it more if most people believed such stuffs that I wrote in my previous post when it comes to racial fantasies. I certainly don't want to see any moralists or animal right activists there, unless they can serve as an interesting plot device.
 

melissa

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Back at Hartley House Lady Fairfax is showing off her training talents to her lady friends over tea.

“Yes my dears I do miss Fifi my beloved golden Labrador but life must go on. This is my new Fifi which I’m still training.”

“What a cute little bitch Lady Fairfax. May I enquire where you purchased her?”

“Down at the docks, at the last slave sale. A ghastly place. The aroma is appalling . You’d think those slaves would at least attempt the minimum of hygiene. And the noise of the wailing and screaming can be quite deafening. I was on the point of leaving when I spotted this female. I thought that she may scrub up reasonably well and make a good replacement for my poor Fifi.”

“So how is her training going my dear?”

“Well she didn’t understand a word of English when I bought her but with the aid of my riding crop across her lazy butt she soon understood sit, here, walkies and to let me know when she needs a poo. I’m still getting her used to eating out of her bowl without spilling her food on the floor.”

A maid entered the room. “Lady Fairfax. Your cakes and biscuits are now ready on the lawn.”

“Very well ladies let us go to the lawn. The air will do us good and my Fifi does need her daily exercise. We could let her chase after balls. I think she enjoys that.”
 

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melissa

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To be honest my dear I find that whipping one’s servants can be more trouble than it’s worth. You have to wear working clothes because you never know if they’re going to splash any blood on your dress, especially if you chose the wrong size whip. I find that my riding crop or a piece of thick but flexible bamboo cane is just as effective and after an hour or less they are fit for work again. These days I always discipline my house maids this way. They hate it, which of course is a good sign and it does provide entertainment on a hot afternoon when you really don’t want to be outside. It’s also jolly good exercise..here you are my dear. After you’ve finished your tea you can have a go. Give her another twelve strokes.
 

montycrusto

Slave Trader
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To be honest my dear I find that whipping one’s servants can be more trouble than it’s worth. You have to wear working clothes because you never know if they’re going to splash any blood on your dress, especially if you chose the wrong size whip. I find that my riding crop or a piece of thick but flexible bamboo cane is just as effective and after an hour or less they are fit for work again. These days I always discipline my house maids this way. They hate it, which of course is a good sign and it does provide entertainment on a hot afternoon when you really don’t want to be outside. It’s also jolly good exercise..here you are my dear. After you’ve finished your tea you can have a go. Give her another twelve strokes.
Your photomontages are always quality stuff, and the captions are great too :enamorado: Made my day!:p
 

KageKamen

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To be honest my dear I find that whipping one’s servants can be more trouble than it’s worth. You have to wear working clothes because you never know if they’re going to splash any blood on your dress, especially if you chose the wrong size whip. I find that my riding crop or a piece of thick but flexible bamboo cane is just as effective and after an hour or less they are fit for work again. These days I always discipline my house maids this way. They hate it, which of course is a good sign and it does provide entertainment on a hot afternoon when you really don’t want to be outside. It’s also jolly good exercise..here you are my dear. After you’ve finished your tea you can have a go. Give her another twelve strokes.
"Of course!.... What did she do, again?"
 

KageKamen

Tribune
Do you mean the maid? She probably served P.G. tips instead of Earl Gray. Deserves everything coming to her!
Ah, I see - yes, that does sound like it deserves a sound thrashing. But do save some for the slave who went and bought the wrong ones in the first place... unless that was her, too? Or does your husband like them?
 
@melissa - thank you for tackling a difficult taboo fantasy in such a deeply enjoyable way. I’m not often turned on by Antebellum fantasies of this type as I fail to connect, yet as I RE read every vignette today, I wanted nothing more than to invoke miss loinclothslave, enslaved as a Pagan in West Africa, sent to a slave port in a terrible slave coffle, shipped far away, and feel the punishment as only a slave deserves.

your artistry is exquisite, I love the ones showing marks from a lash or cane , and enjoy that they are subtle, not gory. A hint of worse to come!

Miss loinclothslave would only be delighted to be enslaved by Master Isaac and Mistress Charlotte. she’d obviously have to be branded by the double H…

I think my favourite image might be the cousin dressed on black, who brought her best riding crop and offers to correct the 6 misbehaving house slaves..

Your manips are delightful. Tackling a taboo is intoxicating, I certainly have a fantasy about being a devalued slave who suffers more because of my skin colour… naughty of me, but I think the forbidden aspect just adds to the thrill.

And yes, like others say, this is solely the realm of fantasy. Reaching for the sublime, to paraphrase from @montycrusto , has a delightful magic when pain and taboos are interwoven into my depraved little fantasy!

So, thank you, and as I would say at the whipping post “please, more…”
 
I'm really pleased that you liked it. You have brightened up my day. I agree that too much blood simply puts people off. Out of interest, how did you find this thread. Was it by the recent tag?
I actually found it a couple of months ago quite randomly. Today @geolier linked it while resurrecting my Whipping post thread, so I reread every vignette! I felt brave enough to share my hidden thoughts, to dare share a fantasy that is surely taboo…

I could say even more, but daren’t.
 

melissa

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I actually found it a couple of months ago quite randomly. Today @geolier linked it while resurrecting my Whipping post thread, so I reread every vignette! I felt brave enough to share my hidden thoughts, to dare share a fantasy that is surely taboo…

I could say even more, but daren't
I think it was a similar thread called Polly and Anna which drew a fair amount of incoming flak. This is a fantasy site and any pics I post do not in any way reflect my views in RL.
 

melissa

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Maud soon discovered which slave had bought the wrong tea. Her nieces, Penelope and Phoebe were both staying at the house so she invited them over to the woodshed to see how such a slave was disciplined. She often enjoyed singing while using her trusty whip..

“Eeny meeny miny moe
Tie a nigger by her toe
Whip her bum till she squeals
Then you’ll know how she feels
Eeny meenie miny moe”

Phoebe: “Er, excuse me aunt Maud but shouldn’t that nursery rhyme go

Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a nigger by the toe
If he hollers
Let him go……?

Maud: “Let him go indeed!! My dearest niece where on earth is the fun in that? Besides, these lazy slaves do need to be taught a lesson.”

Penelope: “Isn’t it rather painful aunty?”

Maud: “No, of course not. I don’t feel a thing.”

Penelope: “What I meant was….er..it doesn’t matter. Will you show us how to use a whip please aunty?”

Maud: “Of course my dear. After I’ve finished educating Rita here there’s another one outside who needs a jolly good whipping.”
 

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KageKamen

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Penelope: “Isn’t it rather painful aunty?”

Maud: “No, of course not. I don’t feel a thing.”

Penelope: “What I meant was….er..it doesn’t matter. Will you show us how to use a whip please aunty?”

Maud: “Of course my dear. After I’ve finished educating Rita here there’s another one outside who needs a jolly good whipping.”
They're learning... one day they'll be mistresses of their own houses, after all.

(Though I do wonder if their own parents are a bit soft on the darkies, if they haven't really seen this before.)
 

melissa

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Felicity Starkadder (In pink) happened to be walking nearby when she heard screams coming from one of the slave quarters at Hartley House. Not wishing to miss a good whipping she hurried along to see Maud punishing one of her housemaids.

“Oh please let me have a go Maud. It’s ages since I gave a little nigger girl a taste of the whip and I do fear I may be losing my touch.”

But I thought you always handed out whippings like confetti at your house?”

“Well I did but daddy said that half the slaves were not fit to work after I tried to mend their manners and he also banned me from playing flicket with my friends.”

Flicket? Don’t you mean cricket?”

“Oh no not cricket! That is boring. You play flicket with a female slave but she must have big tits..this slave is no use as a target.”

Do explain more dear Felicity, we are all intrigued.”

“Well in flicket, instead of knocking the bails off the stumps with a ball you have to dislodge nipple tassels off a slave using a whip. Obviously you tie her firmly in place then glue the tassels in place, not too firmly else you’ll never dislodge them.”

How do you win?”

“You score a six for your side if you knock off the tassel first shot, five for getting it on the second attempt and so on. Look, if you lot fancy a game how about that servant Daisy you just bought? The one with the humongous udders. She would do fine.”

OK then girls, let’s pick sides.”

To be continued.
 

melissa

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Felicity Starkadder is showing a famous painting of herself playing Flicket to her friends.

Oh yes that’s me playing a game on my dad’s lawn. He called it the Oval because it was exactly as it’s name suggests, perfectly round. It was a little rough though and more suitable for growing carrots on. I do remember that match very well. It was the final deciding test we played against the Aussies. They were a funny bunch with a reputation for being awkward and arrogant, probably because they were. They were sat on the boundary supping beer with smug smiles on their faces. I was down to my last three cracks of the whip and I needed to dislodge two tassels to win the match and regain the ashes of great aunt Maud’s knickers. The tension was like a block of cheese. You could have cut it with a knife. I came in from the score board end and delivered a wide! It was a shot that I should have made 99 times out of a 1 000! I pulled myself together and roared in like a supercharged tortoise. The slave screamed and a tassel flew through the air. Last tassel and last crack of the whip. We eyed each other and she jiggled her tits one way then the other. I guessed right and went to her left. An almighty scream and the ashes were back on the mantelpiece.
 

geolier

Governor
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Felicity Starkadder is showing a famous painting of herself playing Flicket to her friends.

Oh yes that’s me playing a game on my dad’s lawn. He called it the Oval because it was exactly as it’s name suggests, perfectly round. It was a little rough though and more suitable for growing carrots on. I do remember that match very well. It was the final deciding test we played against the Aussies. They were a funny bunch with a reputation for being awkward and arrogant, probably because they were. They were sat on the boundary supping beer with smug smiles on their faces. I was down to my last three cracks of the whip and I needed to dislodge two tassels to win the match and regain the ashes of great aunt Maud’s knickers. The tension was like a block of cheese. You could have cut it with a knife. I came in from the score board end and delivered a wide! It was a shot that I should have made 99 times out of a 1 000! I pulled myself together and roared in like a supercharged tortoise. The slave screamed and a tassel flew through the air. Last tassel and last crack of the whip. We eyed each other and she jiggled her tits one way then the other. I guessed right and went to her left. An almighty scream and the ashes were back on the mantelpiece.
aaah. an overdue contiunation. and I love that it is cruel young females whipping nacked slaves.
 
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