Is A Whip Really Necessary?
Is a whip really necessary? To said question, our whole FLR Community would respond with a resounding, “To each, Her own.” Meaning, what they do in their relationship is up to each individual couple. Of course it is. But I would argue that in a FLR a whip is necessary. If you have a FLR, get a whip. In a FLR, it’s important to have a whip. You need a whip. Get on board with a whip. Get yourself a nice whip.
There are two things we should never do to another human being. Rape them. Or whip them. Actually three — eat them. Whipping, raping, and cannibalism are the Big Three Taboos. God made people holy and sacred. Every person, in any culture, at any time, is born with unalienable rights; “among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” Meaning, these rights cannot be taken away; they can never be violated. Never. Even if we are at war, and they are our prisoner, we do not have the right, nor an excuse, nor any reason, to whip, rape, or eat another human being. To do so is a wrong that is absolute.
Unless they ask us to.
When they whipped Jesus, they weren’t trying to teach Him a lesson; they were trying to kill Him slowly. He had been condemned to death. Flogging was the first act of a highly refined, very deliberate, slow process of capital punishment that had taken centuries to develop. Jesus was in the hands of the best of the best; world-class experts at excruciating agony that sometimes went on for days. That it took three hours on the Cross for Jesus is die is testimony that someone with a higher power than the death squad was in control.
In a FLR, nobody is getting whipped to death. On the internet, I’ve seen some pretty raw rumps, but it’s not a real whipping; it’s a volunteer whipping. She might be trying to teach him a lesson, put him in his place, make a point, or just have some sadistic pleasure, but She’s not trying to kill him. It’s not a real whipping; it’s a symbolic whipping. None the less, whipping is, by any measure, a severe statement. Whips and whipping mean, you mean business!
If there was a FLR church in our community (and there’s not), I’m sure one Sunday out of the year would be called “Whip Sunday;” when everybody brings their whip to church and we all lay them on the altar. There would be some hymns about whips, a rousing sermon about the symbolic value of whipping, some testimonials (“I was lost, got whipped, and now I’m found!”), and then the Blessing of the Whips. The Women would make a circle around the altar standing, their slaves inside the circle kneeling, and prayers would be offered up that all of us would be worthy of our end of the whip: The Mistress on the handle end, and Her slave on the receiving end. And may the blessings abound!
For of all possible FLR symbols, our most powerful symbol is the whip. Having a whip says you are serious. Put it at the bottom of your underwear drawer and never get it out, but let it be known that you will use it if you have to. The whip is the ultimate tool of domination.
Of the Big Three Taboos, it’s the only one you can buy at your local Seed and Feed Store. Anybody can get a spanking, but to show up with a whip means you mean business.
“Whip? OMG! Fun and games? OMG! This is no game anymore! She really means it!”
There is an expression peace-keepers use, people like cops, soldiers, and sub commanders. Perhaps you’ve said it yourself. It’s a wonderful expression. The words go like this: “I hope I never have to, but if I had to, I would.”
I would never kill somebody, but if I had to, I would. If some terrorist was going to hurt my family. I would never shoot someone, but, “If I had to, I would.” It’s a powerful statement, because it defines what we’re serious about.
A whip is like that in a FLR. “Never used it. Never intend to. I think it’s hanging in the closet. But if I had to, I would. I’m serious.”
O.K., I’ll admit it. You don’t have to have a whip to have a FLR. But dang it, why not? I use to blush when I’d go by the dog collars, horse bridles, and especially the whips, in our local Farmer’s Supply store. Now I think of them as shrines; little roadside shrines for me to stop in front of during my busy day. To put a smile back on my face, and a lift to my spirit. To remind me who I am, and whose I am, and why I exist. To recommit my life is selfless service, there at that little shrine in the store. To think, when is the last time I got a good whipping?
“I wonder, if I asked nicely, would She be willing to lay on a couple good ones? I don’t want Her to kill me; just reassure me that She is serious about us. Nah, I better not; She’ll take it the wrong way. She’ll think I’m trying to control Her. Oh well, maybe when I put Her laundry away, I can feel Her whip in the bottom of the drawer? Just that alone would be exciting. Just knowing She has a whip — it’s thrilling! It means She’s serious.”
There is just something about having a whip.