Fa-la-la-la–la-la-lah. Just a quick one, with the divine Miss Taylor-Joy (be still my beaten heart!), to celebrate the turning of the seasons.
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
In D Minor it makes people weep instantly, apparently.
Mr M
They always do when I sing it, Mr M. Enjoy the Maying, if you get the chance of any (see my comment below).
Best wishes
S
Oh to be Master George.
Oh, there are downsides, Melissa. It’s not all cold showers, hours on a hard stool writing lines and savage beatings, you know.
Incidentally, some scholars seem to think that the ‘Maying’ referred to in the little song there is a thinly-disguised allusion to lovemaking. So for some of us, this probably isn’t the month of Maying, even if we do find a “bonny lass Upon the greeny grass.”
Best wishes
S
Now the way I heard the story, things weren’t always so pure. The governess would spank him till he leaked, and then feeling her feminine pier, she’d get an orgasm. Yes, the good old days.
Alberto
I felt a feminine pier once, in Brighton. Never again.
Best wishes
S
The poor boy is in a bind. If he sings badly he will be beaten. If he sings well then she might decide to take measures to preserve that ethereal boy soprano voice of his.
(Apparently, musically inclined governesses received training on how to do that kind of thing.)
So, for the young lad it’s very much a case of “Gather ye rosebud whilst ye may”!
And for her: ‘gathering nuts in May’.
Sorry, couldn’t resist it.
Best wishes
S