"You've been purple-ized."
"My work here is done."
"Your bum is fluorescent orange."
"And now for the finale..."
"You're done like a dinner."
Ron: "That spanking was a three."
Me: "How many levels are there?"
Ron: "Fourteen."

Like the Carlyles, but nearly two centuries earlier, Samuel Pepys and his wife, Elizabeth, had a seemingly endless string of servants during the nine and a half years in which Pepys wrote his famous diary, and perhaps little wonder since he spent a good deal of his time pawing the females and beating the boys--though, come to that, he beat the girls quite a lot too. Once he took a broom to a servant named Jane "and basted her till she cried extremely." Her crime was that she was untidy. Pepys kept a boy whose principal function seems to have been to give him something convenient to hit--"with a cane or a birch or a whip or a rope's end, or even a salted eel," as the historian Liza Picard puts it.
In 1784, Beckford became the centerpiece of the most spectacularly juicy scandal of his age when it emerged that he was involved in a pair of tempestuous, wildly dangerous dalliances. One was with Louisa Beckford, the wife of his first cousin. At the same time, he also fell for a slim and delicate youth named William Courtenay, the future ninth Earl of Devon, who was generally agreed to be the most beautiful boy in England. For a few torrid and presumably exhausting years, Beckford maintained both relationships, often under the same roof. But in the autumn of 1784 there was a sudden rupture. Beckford received or discovered a note in Courtenay's hand that threw him into a fit of jealous rage. No record exists of what the note said, but it provoked Beckford into intemperate action. He went to Courtenay's room and, in the slightly confused words of one of the other houseguests, "horsewhipped him, which created a noise, and the doors being opened, Courtenay was discovered in his shirt, and Beckford in some posture or other--Strange story."
Indeed.
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RENO, NV—Local submissive Jack Traden announced Monday that his dominatrix, Mistress Varla of DV8, seems to have more on her mind than his humiliation.
"Mistress Varla hasn't been herself lately," Traden said. "Last week, she commanded me to lick her boots clean, but when I finished, she just stared off into space."
"The whipping—it's all over the place," Traden said. "I don't know whether she's trying to whip my ass or my elbows. It's just not the same getting flogged by someone who's barely paying attention. And her ordering-around has been totally indecisive."
Added Traden: "I've seen her like this before—last year, when she lost her job at the bank."
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Traden said he has no idea why Mistress Varla seems so distant, but noted that he is unlikely to find out.
"To ask about her personal life would be an inappropriate breach of the B&D code," Traden said. "But that doesn't mean I'm not worried about her. She's very special to me, but if I told her that, she probably wouldn't put me on the spanking rack for a long time."
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Although he could find a new dominatrix, Traden said he believes in loyalty.
"I've been with Mistress Varla too long to call it quits," Traden said. "There's a bond that would be difficult to reproduce. When I'm under her boot, it feels like a second home to me. When she's focused, there's no one in the world who can make me feel more like a worm than she can."
In spite of this praise, Traden said he "can't keep paying top dollar for second-rate domination."
"I like to be debased, but I'm no chump," Traden said. "I might have to take a break from being her chattel while she gets her head together. After a little break, I'm sure before you know it I'll be lashed to the floor, covered in hot wax, and happier than ever."
Tegwyn and Henry Warburton are arguing again. They fight all the time in her room; he uses all the big words on her like salvation and sanctification and she yells at him and tells him to go stuff his head up Margaret's bum.
Later I come out after scrubbing potatoes for Mum, and I see Tegwyn throw a potful of tealeaves all over Henry Warburton, on his face, in his hair - everything. He picks her up and puts her over the rail of the steps and smacks her. Her dress is all up over her head and her knickers are black and he smacks her and smacks her until she screams and bawls.
After tea I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth to get out all the bits of meat and there's Henry Warburton bleeding into the sink. Blood's all coming out his nose and it runs all over his chin and into the white sink. He looks at me in the mirror.
"Not a word."
I go out.
In the night I wake up.
I get up and go into the hall. I look in on Tegwyn and her and him are biting each other and hitting each other, with his hairy bum up and her making hate noises at him and the bed squealing.