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.
November 13, 2013
After work
As a college student I had a job at a second hand bookshop owned by Marylin Stretton, who was twelve years my senior. I used by Ms. Stretton's only employee, and I used to work two days a week for her. The bookstore was located in the historical inner city of town with some 100,000 residents.
At one day, a Saturday in June, I overslept myself and hence I was late at work. Of course, I offered my apologies to my employer when I arrived at work. She seemed to accept my apologies, and urged me to do my job. I thought this would be the last thing about it, but I couldn't have be more wrong than that.
After a busy day, the shop closed at five o'clock in the afternoon. While I did some cleaning, Marylin went to the office to count the money box. Usually this wouldn't take more than half an hour. But when my employer and I were finished with our respective tasks, Ms. Stretton called me to her office.
"Young man, this morning you have been thirty minutes late at work." "I am sorry, Ma'am." "I've heard your apologies. But I am not quite satisfied, yet. You perfectly know that Saturday is the busiest day of the week, especially in summer with all those tourists in town. Therefore I need an extra pair of hands to keep this business running." "I see, Ma'am" "It's good you got my point. However, I believe you need a firm reminder that you have to be at work in time."
I was surprised, and what did she mean with "a firm reminder"? After a short, but tense, pause Marylin Stretton explained what she meant.
"You're a great boy, so I will treat you as one. Since you are perfectly aware of misdeeds and why these are wrong, you have to understand that things have consequences." I asked her: "What consequences, Ma'am?" My employer smiled at me, and said: "You will see."
Ms. Stretton stood up and walk to a closet. Then she produced a school cane from the closet. Subsequently she looked at me:
"Young man, bent yourself over my desk." Due to her stern voice, I obeyed this order without hesitation. After I had taken my position, my employer walked towards me. But at approximately one meter away from me, she stood still.
"Young man, since you was thirty minutes late, you will get thirty strokes with this cane. And you will count ever stroke loudly, and if you don't will start again at zero. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I do, Ma'am."
Then without warning I received the first hit on my seat. An intense shock of pain traversed through my body, but nevertheless I was quickly enough to count "One". The second hit came almost immediately after I had counted the first. Despite the shock of the second hit, I also counted this. Marylin repeated this until hit number ten, after which she took a short break.
The next series of ten strokes was administered in the same fashion as the first ten strokes. Shocks of intense pain traversed my body. Though I happily able to count each and every hit with the cane. After a second short break the third and final series of strokes followed.
After finishing the last series, Marylin let me gain my breath by letting me stand in my position for a few more minutes. Thereafter, she said:
"Young man, I hope you will never be late at work again." "I won't be, Ma'am." While I was allowed to stand up, the woman grasped me and give me a hug. Without resistance I surrendered myself to her. Marylin whispered in my ears: "You have got your punishment, my boy. Everything is fine now."
At one day, a Saturday in June, I overslept myself and hence I was late at work. Of course, I offered my apologies to my employer when I arrived at work. She seemed to accept my apologies, and urged me to do my job. I thought this would be the last thing about it, but I couldn't have be more wrong than that.
After a busy day, the shop closed at five o'clock in the afternoon. While I did some cleaning, Marylin went to the office to count the money box. Usually this wouldn't take more than half an hour. But when my employer and I were finished with our respective tasks, Ms. Stretton called me to her office.
"Young man, this morning you have been thirty minutes late at work." "I am sorry, Ma'am." "I've heard your apologies. But I am not quite satisfied, yet. You perfectly know that Saturday is the busiest day of the week, especially in summer with all those tourists in town. Therefore I need an extra pair of hands to keep this business running." "I see, Ma'am" "It's good you got my point. However, I believe you need a firm reminder that you have to be at work in time."
I was surprised, and what did she mean with "a firm reminder"? After a short, but tense, pause Marylin Stretton explained what she meant.
"You're a great boy, so I will treat you as one. Since you are perfectly aware of misdeeds and why these are wrong, you have to understand that things have consequences." I asked her: "What consequences, Ma'am?" My employer smiled at me, and said: "You will see."
Ms. Stretton stood up and walk to a closet. Then she produced a school cane from the closet. Subsequently she looked at me:
"Young man, bent yourself over my desk." Due to her stern voice, I obeyed this order without hesitation. After I had taken my position, my employer walked towards me. But at approximately one meter away from me, she stood still.
"Young man, since you was thirty minutes late, you will get thirty strokes with this cane. And you will count ever stroke loudly, and if you don't will start again at zero. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I do, Ma'am."
Then without warning I received the first hit on my seat. An intense shock of pain traversed through my body, but nevertheless I was quickly enough to count "One". The second hit came almost immediately after I had counted the first. Despite the shock of the second hit, I also counted this. Marylin repeated this until hit number ten, after which she took a short break.
The next series of ten strokes was administered in the same fashion as the first ten strokes. Shocks of intense pain traversed my body. Though I happily able to count each and every hit with the cane. After a second short break the third and final series of strokes followed.
After finishing the last series, Marylin let me gain my breath by letting me stand in my position for a few more minutes. Thereafter, she said:
"Young man, I hope you will never be late at work again." "I won't be, Ma'am." While I was allowed to stand up, the woman grasped me and give me a hug. Without resistance I surrendered myself to her. Marylin whispered in my ears: "You have got your punishment, my boy. Everything is fine now."
First Post
Several years ago I had the idea to start an on line femdom stories magazine with the name Camilla Spanker. But as a male, I realized it would be more appropriate to call my project Camilla's Spankee, as it indicates the submission of the male (writer) to the female.
As is clear from the previous paragraph, I will post on this blog stories about female dominance. The stories can be either F/M or F/F, or some combination of those pairings. But there will be no M/F stories here. Most stories I will post here, are centered around the concept of Loving Female Authority or LFA. Though I think LFA does not need much explanation, it would be nevertheless a good thing to say something about it.
Loving Female Authority is a lifestyle in which the woman takes up the leadership in the relationship. She does this out of love for the men. Her love does not mean that her man does not need her guidance or discipline, on the contrary. Sometimes her love implies she has to punish her man. On the other hand LFA means the submission of the man to the woman, but he does this because he loves his woman.
Of course, a LFA relationship should be a consensual one. I don't believe that Loving Female Authority is suitable for every couple. It's fine to me if you don't like it, but many other people do like it.
Besides fiction, I might post here some articles in which I reflect upon issues related to Loving Female Authority.
As is clear from the previous paragraph, I will post on this blog stories about female dominance. The stories can be either F/M or F/F, or some combination of those pairings. But there will be no M/F stories here. Most stories I will post here, are centered around the concept of Loving Female Authority or LFA. Though I think LFA does not need much explanation, it would be nevertheless a good thing to say something about it.
Loving Female Authority is a lifestyle in which the woman takes up the leadership in the relationship. She does this out of love for the men. Her love does not mean that her man does not need her guidance or discipline, on the contrary. Sometimes her love implies she has to punish her man. On the other hand LFA means the submission of the man to the woman, but he does this because he loves his woman.
Of course, a LFA relationship should be a consensual one. I don't believe that Loving Female Authority is suitable for every couple. It's fine to me if you don't like it, but many other people do like it.
Besides fiction, I might post here some articles in which I reflect upon issues related to Loving Female Authority.
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