Another time the Woman that cries hot Gray Pease about the Streets, coming up Ram Alley in Fleet Street … a cold hand was lay’d upon her, and up flew her heels, and down fell the Pease Tub, when (as she has farther related) her sences were so charmed, that she lost all power of Resistance, and left him to Tyranize over her Posteriors at pleasure, the which when he had done, he, with a cry of "spanko", left her to scrape up her ware as well as she could, for the use of such longing Ladies as are affected with such Diet.
“Whipping Tom“: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whipping_Tom
Whenever I see the phrase "Capital Punishment" I think "Corporal Punishment". When I went to school, commonly by Senior School, boys were getting their Bottoms canned or slippered. P.E teachers tended to favour The Slipper and whilst anyone could Cane, mostly the Miscreant was sent to one of three expert Spankers for a thrashing. Unfortunately, in this regard, I went to an all boys Secondary School so have no idea if girls got their bums whacked though I like to think they did. And, oh my, we did have a very-tall-n-curvy, big-n-chested, female drama teacher who took Kenny Trim, a very athletic light-skinned coloured boy into her office to administer punishment on his buttocks which left a lot of us very excited and desirous of explicit description from Kenny after the administration. Equally when I was born people were still Hung and a handful of British Baddies were Hanged in my lifetime.
The execution of Saddam Hussien upset me but it's possible that had he been an attractive woman, because he wasn't an unattractive man, that I would have been sexually stimulated aswell. I wonder if the mainstream media would have televised the event, as they did of Mister Saddam, if he had been Miss Hussain? I like to think they would've. And you can well imagine the effect a Female Putin, Hung, would have on me! Talk about World Leaders, now there is a Man; Putin is The Man; he'd make a fantastic woman.
I got the cane twice, once in front of the Class and once in private from my favourite Teacher. I got the Slipper once, in the changing room in front of a pack of half undressed lads getting ready for Football because I called Mr Gallagher "Poof..... the magic Dragon"; he was relatively young, on the small side, had very long, a 70's cascade of lush, blond, locks so looked a lot like a woman.
But you'd be wrong to think that these Rituals led to any aberrations in me; it was part-n-parcel of Normal school life like Cricket, Chemistry and Biology, Table Tennis, Badminton and Mathematics, Woodwork and Metalwork too. Indeed my predilection for Tormented Women was firmly in place long before any welts had been stripped across my buttocks. Of course before I was 18, and could legally purchase magazines depicting women bent-over, I had to steal them, which meant I probably didn't get my hands on one untill I was twelve or thirteen, though I had dreamed of them since around five.
So it's a Shame that Yanks don't bundle up and sell photo's and film of their Executions for those that want them. In fact it smacks of that Towny-Western-Wrangle-Trait that's objectionable; of distancing everyone from the physical, messy, reality of life and death; the sewers of filth hidden away behind mirrors, white-wash, smoke and stainless steel; the Abattoirs that turn out packages of divorced-flesh wrapped in robes polystyrene and cling film, rather than chucking the bucket full of turds onto the Compost Heap, shooting the Rabbit in the head, the bolt through Cattle brain and slitting Chicken's throat, pulling out shit filled guts to feast on it's heart and kidneys.
Instead what do we get? We get all the tease of Cows chewing cud in contented landscape of greens and ocher, the clucking in the fields of happy free-range, organic if you're that way inclined, Turkey but the actual red-n-raw Chastisement of the Birds and the Boars is all hidden. So how's the healthy, rutting Sadist to get a Stiffy?
A number of supermarket chains are demanding that CCTV systems be fitted in the stunning and killing areas of all abattoirs that supply them with meat, as they move to reassure consumers that animals are not being cruelly treated.
Morrisons, M&S, Waitrose, Co-op and Sainsbury's have also promised that CCTV images will be independently monitored... Morrisons' director of corporate affairs, Richard Taylor, said: "High animal welfare is paramount to all we do, from working with farmers to the point of slaughter. That is what our customers expect."
Revenge and simple pleasure of other's pain is the attraction and purpose of Capital Punishment. But the Masses are only being given the cock-tease Ritual, long drawn out, in America, like stroke of her glossed-red lips along the shaft, but denied sight of slash of whip on her red-welt Breasts the caresses, crimson, across Cheeks of her Back Bottom and, in the case of Electrocution, the shaving of Front Bottom to allow for secure contact of electrodes. But! Even more, it seems, we are to be denied that delight, as Electric Chair is superseded by Lethal Injection.
The aim then is removal of all Passion from Existence hence it's final destruction. Is it possible to make Killing more boring than strapping a Being to starched-white stainless table, leaking anesthesia into them until they die, whilst a small select audience look on, as like into a Telly screen, life slowly, uneventfully, fading? It's dull and industrial, like packing a tin full into a box and gassing them; it's ironic how touchy many Americans are about Gassing the Jews, and those who dare to suggest that maybe many, most, nearly all, weren't gassed but shot and bulldozed, starved and flogged till they drooped then dropped; of course they're touchy, it's so messy befouling their minds with realistic horror instead of the sanitary conformity and cleanliness of shampoo and soft toilet paper to wipe their arses and blind their eyes. No, no, no shove in Gas Oven, close the door, cook 'em up and serve them as dressed Leg of Lamb from Sainsbury's. Perhaps a perverse double-back reverse-n-up-yer Scapegoating is being enacted on the Condemned Man, the Victim, to atone for the obvious dishonesty of the actual Yankee Execution?
Unfortunately, for me again, I'm not overly keen on foreign looking Birds, because the Iranians seem to have the decency to do this dirty work in public. And weren't they going to display, broadcast, flog a White Woman for some sort of sex crime, but she managed to wriggle out of it and get deported? Though I'd like to think that little Vixen hadn't escaped her punishment I believe she did and it's a shame.
That in the end is what we are talking about here, isn't it? Shame? And that's why the really meaty stuff, the bit we all want to see, is unacknowledged, denied even. For good reason perhaps; as all the deviant-sex-fun was much more fun-fun when Discipline Games-n-Torture, the Seamed Stockings and Suspenders, went on behind closed doors of illegality but now has lost so much energy by being on every Housewife's shopping list when she wanders down the high street for a little bit of Cosmo-Fun with some fur-lined handcuffs from Ann Summers.
If truth be told we are in realms of The Anti-Life. And isn't it delicious, the contradictions, for at the same time, in Britain, as the Death Penalty was abolished, to delight of Pro-Life, Abortion and Homosexuality were legalised, the State promotion of Contraception, all Anti-Life; handing out, for free even, the Pill for every woman and Dunkies for the Father. And even now when our Establishment, our blessed State, proclaims its life enhancing objectives of Equality of Everything it is seriously examining Euthanasia and endlessly engaging in doling out death sentences, in the tens of thousands, millions even, all over the world. Still, that's how humans have always been and always will be, it's how we are made.
