governess – Contemplating the divine

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

So history is a bit like a spanking, I suppose. More old-fashioned femdom.

She’s a firm believer in the system of absolute monarchy.

People think of Victorian England as being rather stuffy but let’s not forget this was an era of harsh floggings in boys’ schools and the public birching of criminals, so there was plenty to pique the girlish interest of a young queen.

In every punishment that’s done, there is an element of fun.

She maintains her social media, with daily postings on the public noticeboards, often recounting further sales of her illustrated portfolios by subscription, or through purchase from that fine emporium: ‘Only Fans’. She also sells used items, mainly haberdashery.

Some young ladies watching public birchings find themselves gasping and crying out, poor things, so overwhelmed are they by the emotions of the experience.

Apparently the young priest who hears *her* confession always needs to lie down in a cool room for some hours afterwards.

Reproachful words

As Wittgenstein remarked: of that of which she does not permit us to speak, we can say nothing without severe consequences.

Mittens won’t eat that muck, apparently. But then cats are allowed to be picky eaters, unlike slaves, and it’s not as if they can force him to eat it.

Often the way, isn’t it, when couples get together? The wives find they have far more in common than do the husbands.

Poor Amelia, I expect she’s been worrying. Let’s hope she’s not too upset.

Advice to a US sub visiting the UK: if you’re asked what you’d like to do in session and you want a golden shower, try asking the domme if you can ‘take the piss’. If she looks surprised, tell her you’ve been taking the piss out of dommes for years and you’ve seen her website and reckon you can take the piss out her, too
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The lovely Tiffany Naylor, of course, who enlivens the otherwise unlively town of Milton Keynes, or she did at one point, anyway.

Like many stars who get confused with their characters by fans, she was annoyed at first but she’s learnt to lean into it. ‘Oh, you loved me in Mean Girls? Great… and does your girlfriend like the movie too? Oh, really – no one at all? Well, I’m not surprised with a face like that, what a sad little loser…” and so on. It’s a lot less effort for her than it is for the exalted Ms Gadot, whose fans expect a booted kick to the face.

Men say, it’s criminal, what women’ll do

What they’re forgetting is, this is 1922!

Ah, would that it were! Or possibly 1932 or thereabouts…. Downton Domination, anyway.

PS: To the Repentant Sorceress, you should not longer be blocked (and puns are definitely OK, or this blog would disappear into a black hole of hypocrisy).

Men do not learn very much from the lessons of history

Not without a stern schoolmistress employing her cane to motivate them, anyway. It’s another hystorical post.

Well-behaved women seldom make history

More glimpses of bygone worlds: male inferiority is really nothing new. Should have been last week, but rocket went up.

Justice must be seen to be done – and preferably enjoyed.

She’s an idealist, always hoping for perfection.

Actually, it’s all worked out quite well, as she finds she gets more enjoyment from producing her own eunuchs than merely buying them in.

Just as well: he’s a very poor dancer but his swallowing skills are renowned across the county.

The winner of the tournament will receive his lady’s favour. As will all the other participants, to be honest, as she finds they tire easily.

She is firmly opposed to almost all forms of cruelty and her husband will simply have to reconcile himself to that.

Historical fits

Yeah, more old-timey femdom. They did have it before the invention of latex, you know.

Fun fact: the beautiful Anna Popplewell who features here is, I think, the only actress I have ever captioned whom I have seen in (so-called) real life. Not a very fun fact, I know, but I don’t get a lot of fun in my life.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

More anachronous anecdotes.

It’s natural that with a young Queen, a few things should change to reflect her deeply-held whims. I suppose the system’s not enormously democratic, but when you look around at some of the leaders we elect, is that really so bad? Of course we need to get rid of all that nonsense about male succession.

They might need to comfort each other later, in private. Ladies on this blog often do, after suffering the ordeal of having to observe a male receiving a well-deserved thrashing.

The trouble is, how to know when to speak? In my experience, ladies’ killing rages can last a while and it’s not always obvious from their demeanour.

You might think that a lowly governess would be quite unprepared for a role in which she needs to command the respect of local society but in this – as in many things, dear reader, as you are almost certainly male – you’d be wrong.

He went to a school with a ‘modern’ approach to discipline, so it’s good he’s marrying a wife with a very different outlook on life.

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness

‘Readers of this blog, being erudite types, often to be found in exclusive salons discussing the role of foreshadowing in literature with other members of the intelligentsia (when they’re not sitting in front of their computers, trousers around their ankles, wanking to porn, obviously) will instantly have recognised the quote as one of Tolstoy’s and will thus, with sinking heart but a dreadful sense of inevitability, have discerned that today’s is another of those boring historical posts in which ladies rarely show their tits or dress up in exciting latex outfits.

Never mind, there’ll be a ‘normal’ post on Tuesday. In the meantime, try to get excited about finely-turned ankles and flirtatious badinage… or just go and whack off to whatever you can find on ImageFap, I don’t care.