December 12, 2013
Domestic servant subsidies?
Through a friend of mine, I got along this post by an excellent economy blogger Philkingtonphil. In his post he great an idea by John Carney to introduce domestic servant subsidies. Usually I tend to agree with Philkingtonphil on most topics, but on this one I heavily disagree with him.
The core of the issue is the introduction of a job guarantee program, a system in which the government will employ people in times of high unemployment. Such policies are usually proposed by left-wing economists and supported by left-wing politicians. Conservatives usually tend to oppose such measures. Well mostly, John Carney is a conservative. But his proposal is slightly different from job guarantee proposals from the left. Instead of creating a new government organization which employs people, Carney wants to create subsidies for people to hire domestic servants.
Basically Philkingtonphil rejects this idea because John Carney is a selfish conservative, I will leave this classification to him. But further I see no reason why Carney's proposal should rejected out of hand. And Philkingtonphil's remark that you could replace "domestic servant" with "sex worker" or "pornographer" in Carney's text, is to me just a game of words and not a substantial argument.
Only his remark that a society could do better than offer just jobs as domestic servants to its unemployed, is something I could agree with. But does not prove that Carney's proposal is wrong. We could establish a system in which domestic servants subsidies with other employment subsidies. This would offer a choice among jobs to the unemployed.
Personally I think that a domestic servant subsidy would be a good idea. Though I would design the system differently than Carney did. Rather than giving people a tax break, I would let the government pay the salary of the people employed in this manner. As a georgist I am opposed to income taxes, so a break on that type of taxation would be impossible.
Many middle class families can use domestic services very well, but most middle class families cannot afford to hire domestic workers. Further domestic work is suitable for unskilled or low skilled people such as high school (or even college) drop outs.
Is domestic work actually bad? Many high school and college students do work as waiters or dish washers in restaurants, bars and businesses like that. Domestic service is not much different from that work.
And if I might speak for myself, I would seriously consider to be a domestic servant if I would be 18 again. I seriously believe that young people, especially young males, would gain much from the experience as a domestic servant. In particular they would get disciplined, which would help them with getting their own lives on track.
December 06, 2013
Amy and her whipping boys
Part 1
Colin and I have been best friends ever since elementary school, and it was not a surprise that we went to the same secondary school at age 12. There we met Amy, a white girl with brown hair and brown eyes. And both of us fell immediately in love with her. But we did not want to jeopardize our friendship.
After months of tinkering, Colin came up with an ingenious plan. My friend proposed that we would date Amy in alternate fashion. One of us would date her one week, and the other the next week, and so would change every week. I agreed with his idea, and we wrote a letter to Amy, in which we declared our feelings for her and explained the solution to our problem.
A few weeks passed after we had posted the letter, before we got an answer. In a return letter, Amy explained that at first sight she did not see much in our proposal. But after some considerations, she had decided to give us the benefit of doubt and she was willing to try this particular relationship. However, she imposed some conditions to our triangular relationship. Though Colin and I would date her in alternating weeks, we each had to promise her that we wouldn't date any other girl during our respective weeks "off". Further we had to agree that Amy would have a final say in all decisions in our relation. And if any of us would violate these rules, she would brake up with both of us.
It took some discussion, before Colin and I agreed with Amy's conditions. Then we called her to inform her about our decision. The only thing we needed to sort out was who of us would date her the first week. Therefore Amy invited us to come to her home.
Our girlfriend had decided to solve this problem by tossing a coin. She explained that head would mean that Colin would her the first week, and tail that I would. Sadly for me, it was head. And hence I had to wait a week.
Part 2
This arrangement of our relation with Amy was quite successful, three and a half years later we were still together. During the first years our relation was typical for teenagers: kissing and hugging during breaks and after class, going to the cinema and so on. But things changed when Amy reached age sixteen.
With the years, our girl friend became more insistent on invoking her right to make the final decisions. For instance, if we had decided to go to the movies, then in the beginning of our relation we would simply vote on which movie we would see, but later Amy made this choice alone. But Colin and I did not have problem with this development. We had both great joy in pleasing our girl friend.
A few weeks before Amy's sweet-sixteen party, she informed us about her plans. Save of us, only girls would be invited, all friends of our girl friend. Basically our role was to serve as waiters at her party. She also gave us a dress code: black pantaloons, black shoes and a blue blouse. Neither of us did object to these instructions.
Colin and I had to do most of the preparations of her sweat-sixteen. We were sent out to buy all the snacks and drinks, and we had also to do all invitations.
At the party eleven girls showed up. It was our task to let them in, while Amy was sitting in the living. Every time one of Amy's friend arriveds, Colin took their coats and I offered them a drink. Most of the night the girls watched movies selected by our girl friend, while Colin and I spend our time by serving them drinks and snacks.
But at a certain time the girls decided that it was time for the presents. Most of these presents were the usual stuff you would expect on such occasion. There was, however, one remarkable present. Anna, one of Amy's friends, was a fervent horse rider and she had given our girl friend a riding crop. Colin and I looked at each other, we had no idea what Anna intended with this gift.
Amy, on the other hand, was very happy with it. While she smiled, she swished the crop in the air. The cracks did cause laughter from the girls, which encouraged our girl friend to make a few more swishes. Then she said:
"Well, Anna. This riding crop sounds excellent. Maybe I should try it on a real subject."
The other girls agreed with her. So Amy turned her face to Colin and me, and she said:
"Boys, put your hands on your knees!"
Without hesitations we obeyed our girl friend. And some seconds later Colin and I were standing besides each other, with our hands on our knees. Without any further warning Amy started to whip us at our butts. Alternately she hit first Colin and then me. And while we were spanked, the other girls were cheering for Amy.
Though the whipping did hurt, I noticed to my surprise that I liked it. And despite the pain in my ass, I did not want that Amy would stop whipping me. I did not mind it that she was humiliating Colin and me in front of her friends, since I enjoyed both the humiliation and the spanking.
At that moment I realized that I did not only love Amy, but I desired to submit myself to her. I wanted to obey her whims, to be her loving and devoted servant. But simultaneously I wondered what Colin was thinking about this sudden development. Though I knew that he had never objected to any of Amy decisions, but would my best friend also be Amy's submissive? And would he enjoy being whipped by her?
I knew Amy well enough, that either both of us would be her "servants" or neither of us. In the latter case, it would probably mean that our relationship would be over. Personally I would not have any troubles with serving both Amy and Colin, but our girl friend would prefer to rule alone.
But much to my disappointment, Amy stopped whipping us after a couple of minutes. Thereafter Colin and I had to resume or duties. And the party lasted for a few more hours.
When the last of Amy's guests had left, we had to clean up. Meanwhile our girl friend took a shower. Fortunately Colin and I had finished cleaning, when Amy returned from the bathroom.
While we were standing Amy asked:
"Boys, how did you experience that I have whipped you?"
Colin said:
"Well, it's was quite painful. But honestly, I also enjoyed being whipped by you. And fits very well in the type of relation we have."
Amy then looked at me.
"And you, my boy?"
And I explained her my thoughts. When I was finished, she said:
"Since the beginning of our relation, I have increasingly become the dominant one in this relationship. It feels quite natural that you accept my leadership, or am I wrong?"
"No, you are absolutely right," Colin replied.
"Maybe, we should now make things explicit, boys. Do you agree that from now on, you will obey me at all times, and I will punish you in case of disobedience?"
"Yes we do, Amy." Colin and I said together.
"Okay. But now it's bedtime for both of you." "Yes, Amy."
Since we were both tired, we went upstairs without hesitation.
Colin and I have been best friends ever since elementary school, and it was not a surprise that we went to the same secondary school at age 12. There we met Amy, a white girl with brown hair and brown eyes. And both of us fell immediately in love with her. But we did not want to jeopardize our friendship.
After months of tinkering, Colin came up with an ingenious plan. My friend proposed that we would date Amy in alternate fashion. One of us would date her one week, and the other the next week, and so would change every week. I agreed with his idea, and we wrote a letter to Amy, in which we declared our feelings for her and explained the solution to our problem.
A few weeks passed after we had posted the letter, before we got an answer. In a return letter, Amy explained that at first sight she did not see much in our proposal. But after some considerations, she had decided to give us the benefit of doubt and she was willing to try this particular relationship. However, she imposed some conditions to our triangular relationship. Though Colin and I would date her in alternating weeks, we each had to promise her that we wouldn't date any other girl during our respective weeks "off". Further we had to agree that Amy would have a final say in all decisions in our relation. And if any of us would violate these rules, she would brake up with both of us.
It took some discussion, before Colin and I agreed with Amy's conditions. Then we called her to inform her about our decision. The only thing we needed to sort out was who of us would date her the first week. Therefore Amy invited us to come to her home.
Our girlfriend had decided to solve this problem by tossing a coin. She explained that head would mean that Colin would her the first week, and tail that I would. Sadly for me, it was head. And hence I had to wait a week.
Part 2
This arrangement of our relation with Amy was quite successful, three and a half years later we were still together. During the first years our relation was typical for teenagers: kissing and hugging during breaks and after class, going to the cinema and so on. But things changed when Amy reached age sixteen.
With the years, our girl friend became more insistent on invoking her right to make the final decisions. For instance, if we had decided to go to the movies, then in the beginning of our relation we would simply vote on which movie we would see, but later Amy made this choice alone. But Colin and I did not have problem with this development. We had both great joy in pleasing our girl friend.
A few weeks before Amy's sweet-sixteen party, she informed us about her plans. Save of us, only girls would be invited, all friends of our girl friend. Basically our role was to serve as waiters at her party. She also gave us a dress code: black pantaloons, black shoes and a blue blouse. Neither of us did object to these instructions.
Colin and I had to do most of the preparations of her sweat-sixteen. We were sent out to buy all the snacks and drinks, and we had also to do all invitations.
At the party eleven girls showed up. It was our task to let them in, while Amy was sitting in the living. Every time one of Amy's friend arriveds, Colin took their coats and I offered them a drink. Most of the night the girls watched movies selected by our girl friend, while Colin and I spend our time by serving them drinks and snacks.
But at a certain time the girls decided that it was time for the presents. Most of these presents were the usual stuff you would expect on such occasion. There was, however, one remarkable present. Anna, one of Amy's friends, was a fervent horse rider and she had given our girl friend a riding crop. Colin and I looked at each other, we had no idea what Anna intended with this gift.
Amy, on the other hand, was very happy with it. While she smiled, she swished the crop in the air. The cracks did cause laughter from the girls, which encouraged our girl friend to make a few more swishes. Then she said:
"Well, Anna. This riding crop sounds excellent. Maybe I should try it on a real subject."
The other girls agreed with her. So Amy turned her face to Colin and me, and she said:
"Boys, put your hands on your knees!"
Without hesitations we obeyed our girl friend. And some seconds later Colin and I were standing besides each other, with our hands on our knees. Without any further warning Amy started to whip us at our butts. Alternately she hit first Colin and then me. And while we were spanked, the other girls were cheering for Amy.
Though the whipping did hurt, I noticed to my surprise that I liked it. And despite the pain in my ass, I did not want that Amy would stop whipping me. I did not mind it that she was humiliating Colin and me in front of her friends, since I enjoyed both the humiliation and the spanking.
At that moment I realized that I did not only love Amy, but I desired to submit myself to her. I wanted to obey her whims, to be her loving and devoted servant. But simultaneously I wondered what Colin was thinking about this sudden development. Though I knew that he had never objected to any of Amy decisions, but would my best friend also be Amy's submissive? And would he enjoy being whipped by her?
I knew Amy well enough, that either both of us would be her "servants" or neither of us. In the latter case, it would probably mean that our relationship would be over. Personally I would not have any troubles with serving both Amy and Colin, but our girl friend would prefer to rule alone.
But much to my disappointment, Amy stopped whipping us after a couple of minutes. Thereafter Colin and I had to resume or duties. And the party lasted for a few more hours.
When the last of Amy's guests had left, we had to clean up. Meanwhile our girl friend took a shower. Fortunately Colin and I had finished cleaning, when Amy returned from the bathroom.
While we were standing Amy asked:
"Boys, how did you experience that I have whipped you?"
Colin said:
"Well, it's was quite painful. But honestly, I also enjoyed being whipped by you. And fits very well in the type of relation we have."
Amy then looked at me.
"And you, my boy?"
And I explained her my thoughts. When I was finished, she said:
"Since the beginning of our relation, I have increasingly become the dominant one in this relationship. It feels quite natural that you accept my leadership, or am I wrong?"
"No, you are absolutely right," Colin replied.
"Maybe, we should now make things explicit, boys. Do you agree that from now on, you will obey me at all times, and I will punish you in case of disobedience?"
"Yes we do, Amy." Colin and I said together.
"Okay. But now it's bedtime for both of you." "Yes, Amy."
Since we were both tired, we went upstairs without hesitation.
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