At what age did you horsewhip your first servant?

Question

It was my nephew Victor's sixth birthday today, and as a special birthday treat he was allowed to horsewhip Jenkins my 98 year old butler. Oh it brought back such found memories of when my dear old papa allowed my to horsewhip Jenkins for the very first time when I too was a child.

I have to hand to young Victor he seems to have a real flare for the horsewhip old Jenkins was positively doubled up in agony, a splendid afternoons fun for all (Well all except Jenkins of course)

Answer 1

In the house of Daveshire it has always been the favoured practice to send the young men off to boarding school, where the rules of the jungle apply and one must whip or be whipped (often in a somewhat unsavoury context, let me tell you).

Thus, having spent a few years building ones strength up by holding the younger boys heads down the lavatory and avoiding the sexual attentions of the masters, one may return to the household a young man of character and vigour.

It is at this point, around the age of 21, that one may extract vengeance upon the servants who chastised one many years before for such piffling offences as breaking a window. Within one month of my triumphant return home 4 of the blighter's had been hospitalised, one of them permanently losing the sight in one eye. How we all laughed gaily.

Answer 2

Oh! don't worry about Jenkins, he must be used to it by now, in fact, I suspect that he may have started to enjoy the experience! I was only 5 when old Brabazon got the length of my whip, Oh! I can still remember his screams of agony, and it still warms the heart, Don't ya know!

Must pop off to bed now, I'm on the first tee at 8am tomorrow, a bit early for me, but duty calls, and someone has to do it, don't they? So, Pip Pip! and Cheerio

Answer 3

it was purely accidental old boy,

when I was 12... I was practicing my bull whip in the back yard ( I had aspired to be a great adventurer) when the gardeners daughter accidentally walked directly in the path .....she received a most nasty crack on her rear end ...........the fact that she kept walking by again an again still corrupts my thinking to this day

Answer 4

omg you think thats amusing

get out a bit more and get over your self

Answer 5

I don’t believe in horsewhipping, so barbaric!

The cat ‘o nine tails, on the other hand, is the most appropriate of fashion accessories for any lady of stature.

I was given my first ‘cat’ age 14.  It had a beautiful mother of pearl handle and was a smaller version of the real thing. (I was just a bit of a lass back then).  Daddy let me try it out on young Mavis, the under stairs maid.  You should have heard her squeal!

Actually, I think you did hear Mavis squeal on more than one occasion if the ‘downstairs’ gossip was true at the time Mr Rotter!  As I recall you knew her quite well in your youth.

I never did find out what happened to my cat …

Answer 6

14 old chap, I remember it was just after grand pappy passed away

Answer 7

Rotter old bean, Grand Papa Peter allowed me to thrash his man Bert the butler when i was five, i was riding aloft the hand carved rocking horse crop akimbo to hand ?

but the old thing was not making the correct sound so grand Papa had his man squat so i could thrash away upon his posterior for the correct sound effect....apparently i had spiffing fun but his man snuffed it a few days later ?

one simply has no recollection before hand although i do have a recollection of my man bagthorpe  peering over my cot and i smashed his head in with my rattle ?

tally ho