Wouldn't a debriefing be more appropriate?Maybe we should have briefed you first
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Wouldn't a debriefing be more appropriate?Maybe we should have briefed you first
Followed by an oral exam?Wouldn't a debriefing be more appropriate?![]()
I was slyAs part of this grandiose stunt,
Barb was whipped, both back and front.
Heaven knows why,
But Kathy was sly,
And laid her three right on the cunt.
You never can tell.Wonder who the mystery person is. Hopefully it's @ERIN the Brave looking for post torture rack fun
Good story kiddo16.
IN MY BED, LATE ON A SATURDAY NIGHT IN AUGUST, THE EVENT CONCLUDED AND THE CROWDS GONE HOME (part 3).
WHEW! Bet you were wondering, dear diary, who that was rapping at my door and why I was gone for so long.
Well, the person doing the rapping turned out to be Briggs the Butler. And when I answered by opening the door, he slipped inside, closed the door, and then in his very stiff and proper butler-ish way, informed me that a few of our houseguests had decided to leave for home in the middle of the night rather than wait until morning, and had come up to say their goodbyes.
“What’s their rush?” I demanded “it’s two in the blooming’ morning!”
“Well, the word tonight is that a number of public decency advocacy organizations are planning a protest demonstration to take place here at Cruxton Abbey tomorrow at 10 am. After getting wind of our ‘Cruxton Abbey Judicial Punishments and Executions through the Ages Live Reenactments Review’ they’ve managed to mobilize a thousand or more protesters and obtain a permit to picket and demonstrate outside the manor gates. It’s said that they plan to demand that His Lordship and Her Ladyship, as well as all event participant players and organizers, be prosecuted on the charge of perpetrating a mockery of public decency as defined under English common law, which they claim specifically prohibits any act of a lewd, obscene or disgusting nature that goes considerably beyond the susceptibilities of, or even shocking, reasonable people.”
“It does? Oh shit!”
“Quite.”
Always a pompous stickler for doing things “properly”, Briggs then announced that he’d taken the liberty of lining my visitors up in the hallway outside my door on the assumption that I’d wish to say my goodbyes to each of them individually as he allowed them in turn to enter “my cramped and scandalously unkempt private living quarters.” That last part was enunciated with obvious distaste.
“Sure, whatever you say, Briggs,” I told him cheerily. “Perhaps I should get dressed first?”
“I wouldn’t bother, I’m sure they’re all quite accustomed to seeing you undressed,” he replied with a dismissive wave of a hand.
“Alright, show the first one in.”
“It’s a pair actually … Tree and his sister Joan.”
I sighed, but indicated with a wave of my hand to allow them to enter.
“Hey kiddo! Just stopping by to say goodbye.”
“I’m not sure, Tree, that calling anyone ‘kiddo’ has been in style for at least half a century.”
“Really?”
“Yeah … soooo … off so soon, are you?”
“Yeah, thought it was time to get outta Dodge before the Catholic Legion of Decency turns up in the morning.”
“I think you’re dating yourself again, Tree. That was decades ago and in the U.S., not here in the UK.”
“Whatever. In any case, Joan and I thought we might invite you to come with us and live at the TreeHouse for a spell. You know, get away from this stuffy place.”
“And live with you, Joan, Bull and Gunner?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Well, I like it here. There’s always plenty of Riesling on hand, and I have good friends on staff here, like Eul, Dp, and Erin. Besides, Lord and Lady Wragg would be lost without me around to break things, take my punishments and decorate the four posters. And frankly I can think of quite a few good reasons why not, including the TreeHouse’s proximity to Arkansas.”
“I’m disappointed.”
“Don’t be. I promise to come for a holiday visit sometime. You can show me around, long as we keep our distance from Arkansas.”
“Well, suit yourself then, Barb. But before we go can I have a quiet word with you?”
“Sure, Tree, what is it?”
“Uh, you know the real reason Joan and I are leaving, don’t you?” He whispered in my ear.
“I do, Tree,” I gasped as I nearly passed out from his alcohol and cigarette smoke laden breath. “But rest assured … I won’t tell a soul, except for my private diary in which I share everything that happens. In fact, I was just about to write up what happened earlier tonight at the event finales when you arrived a few minutes ago.”
“Diary, eh. Should have known you’d keep one. Lots of intimate thoughts in there, right? Wanna give old Tree a peak?
“Absolutely NOT!”
“Right. Thought it was worth a try. I guess will be off then.”
“Okay. Have a good trip! Be sure to take Joan with you. Are Bull and Gunner out there?”
“Yeah, shall I ask old snotty nose over there to let them in?”
“No thanks. There wouldn’t be space enough in here.”
“Right. So long Barb!”
And once they’d left I asked him who else was out there.
“Uh, seems they’ve all left … with the exception of Mr. @Jollyrei , who seems to have that effect on people.”
“They just don’t know how to get to know him, Briggs. He’s really quite sweet. Do send him in now.”
“As you wish.”
TBC
And some common sense finally dawns in the mind of Barb, even if it's only to enumerate the details of the lesser of two evils.“Well, I like it here. There’s always plenty of Riesling on hand, and I have good friends on staff here, like Eul, Dp, and Erin. Besides, Lord and Lady Wragg would be lost without me around to break things, take my punishments and decorate the four posters. And frankly I can think of quite a few good reasons why not, including the TreeHouse’s proximity to Arkansas.”
It does come in handy for getting to the front of a queue.“Uh, seems they’ve all left … with the exception of Mr. @Jollyrei , who seems to have that effect on people.”
This is what I keep saying as well. Funny how some people can't get past some things.“They just don’t know how to get to know him, Briggs. He’s really quite sweet. Do send him in now.”
Here's looking at you, Kiddo...“Hey kiddo! Just stopping by to say goodbye.”
Off with their heads!“Well, the word tonight is that a number of public decency advocacy organizations are planning a protest demonstration to take place here at Cruxton Abbey tomorrow at 10 am. After getting wind of our ‘Cruxton Abbey Judicial Punishments and Executions through the Ages Live Reenactments Review’ they’ve managed to mobilize a thousand or more protesters and obtain a permit to picket and demonstrate outside the manor gates. It’s said that they plan to demand that His Lordship and Her Ladyship, as well as all event participant players and organizers, be prosecuted on the charge of perpetrating a mockery of public decency as defined under English common law, which they claim specifically prohibits any act of a lewd, obscene or disgusting nature that goes considerably beyond the susceptibilities of, or even to the point of shocking, reasonable people.”
The Wragg’s will be very much relieved to learn this!!!!'At common law it is an offence to do in public any act of a lewd, obscene or disgusting nature which outrages public decency' so says the Crown Prosecution Service.
I can't think why our respected attorney is making such a hasty departure - it's perfectly clear that the entertainment provided at Cruxton Abbey in no way infringes that law, firstly because Cruxton Abbey and its grounds are strictly private, not public, and
'The requirement for the behaviour to 'outrage' public decency was said by Lord Simon in Knuller (Publishing, Printing and promotions) Ltd v DPP to: "go considerably beyond the susceptibilities of, or even shocking, reasonable people".'
the guests assembled at Cruxton Abbey are unquestionably reasonable people, and the prosecution would be hard put to provide evidence that they have been shocked, or even found their susceptibilities significantly exceeded.
The crux abbey staff are decent people, most of them anywayThe Wragg’s will be very much relieved to learn this!!!!
Nice chapter, Barb!!!“Hey kiddo! Just stopping by to say goodbye.”
“I’m not sure, Tree, that calling anyone ‘kiddo’ has been in style for at least half a century.”
“Really?”
“Yeah … soooo … off so soon, are you?”
“Yeah, thought it was time to get outta Dodge before the Catholic Legion of Decency turns up in the morning.”
“I think you’re dating yourself again, Tree. That was decades ago and in the U.S., not here in the UK.”
“Whatever. In any case, Joan and I thought we might invite you to come with us and live at the TreeHouse for a spell. You know, get away from this stuffy place.”
“And live with you, Joan, Bull and Gunner?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Well, I like it here. There’s always plenty of Riesling on hand, and I have good friends on staff here, like Eul, Dp, and Erin. Besides, Lord and Lady Wragg would be lost without me around to break things, take my punishments and decorate the four posters. And frankly I can think of quite a few good reasons why not, including the TreeHouse’s proximity to Arkansas.”
“I’m disappointed.”
“Don’t be. I promise to come for a holiday visit sometime. You can show me around, long as we keep our distance from Arkansas.”
“Well, suit yourself then, Barb. But before we go can I have a quiet word with you?”
“Sure, Tree, what is it?”
“Uh, you know the real reason Joan and I are leaving, don’t you?” He whispered in my ear.
“I do, Tree,” I gasped as I nearly passed out from his alcohol and cigarette smoke laden breath. “But rest assured … I won’t tell a soul, except for my private diary in which I share everything that happens. In fact, I was just about to write up what happened earlier tonight at the event finales when you arrived a few minutes ago.”
“Diary, eh. Should have known you’d keep one. Lots of intimate thoughts in there, right? Wanna give old Tree a peak?
“Absolutely NOT!”
“Right. Thought it was worth a try. I guess will be off then.”
TBC
INDEED. I AM ENTIRELY REASONABLE.the guests assembled at Cruxton Abbey are unquestionably reasonable people, and the prosecution would be hard put to provide evidence that they have been shocked, or even found their susceptibilities significantly exceeded.
I think the point of law does not particularly care whether anyone at Cruxton Abbey fits a definition of "decent". Barb, as we know from the last chapter is very rarely "decent" (in the way one might knock at a door and call "are you decent?"), and considerable artistic license would be required to assert that any of the rest of us are entirely decent. No, the question remains whether the staff, and indeed anyone else at the Abbey for the weekend, are reasonable. I think that we can probably hit that bar.The crux abbey staff are decent people, most of them anyway
It's just a pity about the ownersThe crux abbey staff are decent people, most of them anyway![]()
the guests assembled at Cruxton Abbey are unquestionably reasonable people, and the prosecution would be hard put to provide evidence that they have been shocked, or even found their susceptibilities significantly exceeded.
The moment, Mr. Jollyrei will appear in court, the prosecutor will become very reasonable, and quickly dismiss the case!INDEED. I AM ENTIRELY REASONABLE.