Saturday, 20 September 2014

A Moral Education

CORK 1969

It was a boring Tuesday afternoon, at St.Thomas school for boys. A boredom that Kevin Clary was determined to break, as the unofficial class joker he saw it as his duty, and this week he had a secret. A secret that would throw Father Morgan's moral education class into disarray, and cause more trouble than Kevin could ever imagine.
The whole idea of a man in a dress, with a vow of celibacy coming into to school, to educate fourteen-year olds on sexual relationships had always seemed strange to Kevin.
Then again middle age virgins, giving sexual advice to the girls was just as odd though the only advice the nuns ever handed out was - keep your legs crossed, and your drawers on.
So today Kevin decided to embarrass the young priest, and now he had a question to do that.
As always, Father Morgan started the class off by informing the boys if they had any questions, any questions at all just to ask. Now was Kevin's moment, his hand shot straight up.

"Father, I was wondering if you could tell me, why does my sister and her friend Claire, frig each other off?"

The class gasped almost as one voice; the priest glared at him.
"Get out into that corridor now!"

As Kevin stood outside, he began to doubt the wisdom of his question. Then upon seeing the incandescent priest coming towards him, he knew he was in deep trouble. Deep trouble, unless he could deflect the trouble elsewhere, elsewhere being upon his sister.
As Father Thomas marched him down to the head's office, by way of pulling him by his ear, Kevin formulated his tale of woe.
Once in the office Kevin told the head, and the still fuming young priest, about all the ructions in his aunt's house last Sunday morning.

It would seem his sister Amy, and her friend Claire, both student nurses, had been out on the town last Saturday night. It was too late for Claire to get home as she lived over the other side of Cork: so she stayed the night, sharing Amy's bed, not such an unusual thing. Only on this occasion, whether it had been one-half too many of the black stuff or a port and lemon over the top. Whatever it was, something had made the girls a little more boisterous than normal.
When the two girls had got into bed, and started talking about the lads they had been with in the pub, one thing led to another, and they experimented with a little mutual masturbation. The only trouble with this was Amy's aunt walking in and caught them both, then all hell broke loose, and Kevin heard it all.

Now Cork in 1969 was not a place big on gay rights, not that either girl was even gay, drunk maybe, but gay, no.
The shocked and the now well stirred, head and priest both knew that something had to be done about the situation. It was time to make a call to Monsignor O'Hanlon, the chaplain of the nursing college; Kevin's snowball had started its descent, and was gaining both size and momentum. Although, poor Amy and Claire were still none the wiser of today's unfolding events.
The Monsignor called the shop where Kevin's aunt worked, and asked for her to call into see him. Of course, this was not so much as a request, as an order, such was the power of the church in those days.
After aunt Patricia had explained, how she had been taking care of Amy, and Kevin for the last four years and that, for the most part, Amy was a good girl, as modern nineteen-year olds go.

The Monsignor pointed out that the church had the means to deal with this sort of thing. All it would take would be the signing of a few forms. Now, for all that Patricia had often threatened Amy with the Magdalene Laundries, it had never been more than a bogeyman type of threat, a threat that she could never carry out.

The Monsignor smiled to himself.

"Well perhaps, I could take care of things," He said, and Patricia nodded, keen to keep her niece at liberty. "we both know this sort of behaviour cannot go unchecked."

So that is how the two student nurses both ended up making their way down to the chaplains office at six o'clock that Tuesday night.

Now what was about to ensue, had caused a couple of problems for the Monsignor. The matron had declared that this was a hospital problem, and as such fell onto her to sort out. The matron had herself said on a couple of occasions.

"I'm not above putting a slipper across a student's arse, when needs be!".

The Monsignor though was adamant that this fell under his jurisdiction of spirituality, and morality. As in all cases in Eire, the church won out.
Also, the Monsignor was familiar with both girls; Amy the slightly built girl with dark blond hair and Claire the black haired, almost black-eyed girl with a more rounded figure. Yes, he was going to have fun with them, lots of fun, his soldier was already starting to stand to attention at the idea of what was to come.

As the girls made their way to the office, Claire said.
"I wonder what this is all about, fancy being called to see the Monsignor, eh?"

Amy said nothing, just continued in silence, a deep sickly feeling in her stomach. Maybe the weekends events had been too much for her aunt, maybe that was the straw that broke the camel's back. How many times had she heard her aunt say,"any more of that hussy behaviour, and it's off to the Magdalene's for you."

What would happen then, as aunt Patricia and her brother Kevin were her only living relatives, she would be stuck there till she was twenty-six. Seven years of cold baths, and discipline from the nuns, and who would want to marry an ex-Magdalene girl? Even leaving at twenty-six would only be if Kevin came for her when he was twenty-one, if not she could be in there till, till the day she died.
Amy could feel tears welling up inside her, a life sentence, just for a bit of what was no more than, girlish foolery!

When they entered the room, Amy almost burst into tears of joy, as she saw the strap and the cane lying on the Monsignors table.
Claire, on the other hand, was shocked to see these scholarly instruments of correction, her eyes flew around the room, then looking at Amy, she realised why they were there, their secret was out.

"Well girls I expect you know why you have been called here?"Asked the Monsignor, and both girls glumly nodded.

"Good that saves my having to interrogate you both, about your lewd and unnatural behavior. Now better to my first reaction, after hearing about what went on, I have been persuaded to deal with this myself, here and now. To help cleanse the soul, I plan to punish the body. You will both receive six with the strap across you hands. Three on each hand, to remind you what your fingers are NOT for. Then you will both receive six strokes of the cane across your bare bottoms, to teach you of your moral laxness."

"Please Father you can't cane our bare bottoms....it's just...just not right..not at our age." Cried Claire.

"At your age? You are still in the eyes of the law children, twenty-one before you are adults; also, the humiliation of having your bottoms bared will be a further lesson to you. If I had my way the punishment would take place in front of the whole student body, as a lesson for everyone, so think yourselves lucky that it will take place in the privacy of this office." He replied picking the strap up from his desk. "I think as you have so much to say for yourself, we will start with you Claire."

Now neither girl was a stranger to corporal punishment, as in Eire in the nineteen sixties, it was applied liberally both, in the home and at school. So Claire knew from her schooldays, what was expected of her. She held her right hand out, her left hand supporting her forearm from underneath. The Monsignor adjusted the height of Claire's hand with little taps of the strap till it was at the optimum position; Claire closed her eyes tightly shut.
Then she felt it, like a firebrand across her fingers, as she screamed out, and automatically thrust her burning hand into her left armpit, this was so much worse than school.

"That's one Claire, hand out again please, we don't have all night." By the time Claire received her sixth stroke of the strap, tears were running down both cheeks, and her fingers felt three times their normal size. The Monsignor's aim was accurate; each stroke landed square across her fingers; she could barely move them, the pain was so bad.

"Right girls swap places."

As they changed places, Amy saw the look of despair in her friend's eyes. For all that Amy was glad that this is as far as it would go, it didn't lessen the dread in her.

"Handout, please Amy."

Shaking she put her hand out in the time honoured tradition.
The first blow fell, it was so much worse than at school, the difference being it was a male dishing it out, and also, it was the fingers, not the palm that was taking the belting.
By stroke three, like her pal before her, she was also in tears, though bearing it a little more stoically, than Claire had. Swapping hands was the worst part; she could hardly grip her forearm, of course, that was the idea, to teach them to keep their fingers under control. At last it was all over, well at least half over, of course, the worst was still to come.
The Monsignor pulled his chair out from behind his desk, and then proceeded to pull out of his pocket a little sweet tin, and sat down on his chair.

"Right Claire over here, please."

Claire moved towards him, in no hurry to get there. Upon reaching him, she just said.

"Please Father, we've learned our lesson."

"Perhaps you have my child, but the punishment is still to do."
With that, he grabbed hold of her uniform dress at the front and lifted it clear up over her hips.
Then opening his little tin, he pulled out a couple of safety pins and pinned it up. Roughly turning her around, he then did the same at the back. Amy could see the embarrassment on her friend's face as she stood in front of her, bare belly showing above the waistband of her black woolly tights. Amy wanted to hug her friend, and give her some support, but she knew that would be out of the question, and she also knew, that, in a couple of minutes, they would again be swapping places.
Then with no word of warning, the Monsignor grabbed at the waistband and quickly lowered both Claire's tights, and knickers in one deft movement. Claire burst into tears again as her black pubic triangle came into Amy's View.

"Right Claire over my desk, please that's right tummy right down, arch your back a little, I want your bot right up."

Amy watched as her friend got into position, bent over, legs clamped tight together.

"No, not like that Claire, feet wide apart, as wide as your tights will let you;  I don't want you to lose your balance."

As Claire spread her legs, her sex came into full view under her rounded bottom cheeks. Amy could feel the tears running down her face as she knew in a couple of minutes that this would be the view that she would be offering up.
Without a word of warning the cane lashed down across Claire's naked bottom.

"Jesus, ye fff......! Sorry, father." Cried out the miserable Claire, as she jumped up, desperately rubbing her bottom.

"Any more blasphemy and it will be extra strokes, and you must stay in place."

Claire retook her place over the desk.

WHOOSH! Again the cane fell onto her, again she jumped up, this time rubbing her bottom and hopping from foot to foot. Turning to face them both, this time not caring that her luxuriant black bush was again on display.

"Please father I can't take anymore.PLEASE!"

Claire's antics were proving to be a problem to the Monsignor; he toyed with the idea of getting Amy to hold Claire's hands, to keep her in place. Then he had a much more entertaining idea, at least entertaining for him.
He sat back down on the chair and motioned for Claire to stand by his side. Leaning forward so she could actually feel his hot, heavy breath on her sex, he started to unbuckle her flat black shoes. After taking each shoe off her, he then removed her tights, and knickers completely, he then stood up, and moved the chair into the middle of the room, much to the two nurses confusion.

"Right Claire, I would like you to lie back across the chair, resting your lower back on the seat."

Claire struggled to get in place, and keep her balance.
"Amy will you move around the other side, one leg either side of you friends head."

Still in a state of confusion, Amy followed the clerics instructions. Now Amy's uniform dress was covering her friend's face.

"What I would like you to do Amy, is hold your friend's ankles, to help her keep still."

He then took hold of Claire's feet, and lifted them high up, so Amy could grab her ankles, but as well as lifting them, he parted her legs, so her lower body was now in an obscene V shape. No doubt Amy thought giving the monsignor a view that only a woman's husband or her doctor should ever have.

Amy's mind was in a whirl; the whole room now seemed to be holding an erotic charge. As the Monsignor picked up the cane, he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at her friend's sex, from where Amy stood it looked like an open oyster, from his viewpoint he would be able to see the pearl in the shell also.
For the first time, Amy saw him for the man he was, and not just a cleric. Quite handsome, in a stately way, late forties, or early fifties, jet black hair now greying around the temples, quite slim, and fit for his years.
Standing there, holding Claire's ankles, whilst feeling her friend's face against her inner thighs, as she struggles to keep a balance on the seat. Knowing in a couple of minutes that she too will be feeling the same pain and humiliation. All these emotions were sending waves of alternating, fear, and elation through her psyche.

The Monsignor knew he would have to act swiftly. He could tell the two young student nurses could not hold this position for long, and as he stared down at the virginal (presumably) girl in front of him, he knew he had to act, and he longed to take his hardness in hand, but that will have to wait.
He struck.
He struck quickly, so quickly that Claire was still reacting to the first of the four remaining strokes as the fourth one fell upon her. Amy could feel Claire's head shaking back, and forth, her face, and her tears, hitting off both of Amy's still covered thighs.

Dropping the cane to the floor, he grabbed Claire's legs, and to Amy's mind, gently helped the inconsolable girl back to her feet, upon giving her a hankie for her tears he led her to the rear of the room.
Amy swallowed hard; her time had come. The Monsignor sat back upon the seat and fished out four more safety pins out from his little sweet tin.

"I wonder if he always carries that with him," Amy thought to herself as she found herself walking unbiddenly to his side.

As before the uniform dress was lifted high above the uniform tights. He then made a move to he shoes and stopped.

"Amy, do you think you will be able to hold the position across the desk?" He asked as Amy nodded vigorously.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Father, I'm sure."She replied as she didn't want to be in the position that Claire had ended up in; also, knowing how seeing her friend's punishment had effected her; she didn't want the priest to see her wanton dampness. She stood before him knees shaking in fear?
Or excitement?
She now really didn't know which.
With out a further word, he pulled down her tights, and knickers, in again one, fail swoop. Amy wondered how many times he had had to do that movement, to become so accomplished at it.
Without any instruction, she took up her place across the desk; grabbing hard at the side, her swollen sausage fingers pained at the grip, but she knew she must hold on.

Stroke one.

The impact came first, which was bad enough,then the heat started to emanate from the target area, but she didn't call out.

Stroke two.

She remembered talking to a boy, of her age, when they were both at school, she asked what a caning was like.

"Ah, it's nothing, I can take six standing on me head, no doubt about that." The liar, she thought but still did not call out.

Stroke three.

This time a gasp of pain from her, as she looked at her knuckles going white as she held on, she was now looking through a sea of tears.
Stroke four, stroke five, stroke six.
All landed in quick succession, but don't think for a moment they were any less hard than the previous three, they weren't. As the sixth one landed, she jumped up in pain and shouted out, between the sobs. Like Claire, she also hopped from one foot to the other, oblivious to her nudity, more concerned about stamping out the pain.
After allowing both girl's time to compose themselves, the Monsignor spoke.

"I hope that has been a lesson well learned. For the next seven days, each morning, before you start work upon the wards, I want you at the college hospital chapel; where you will then, both do a full stations of the cross."

Both girls nodded glumly.

"Now I want you both to kneel over there by the door, and reflect for ten minutes, on the foolishness that brought you here."

It was going to be a long ten minutes for all three of them, as now the Monsignor's little soldier, still at attention, desperately needed some attention.



THE END

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Consigned To Bedlam (all parts in one section)

PART 1

After almost two years of waiting and intricate planning, today was the day that Millicent Bowman was to implement her plans for her step-daughter. With shaking fingers she held the sworn statement of her ex parlour maid, it had been signed two months earlier at no small cost to herself. Getting Daisy to sign the statement had proven quite easy, thanks to Daisy's hatred of Veronica it took little to persuade Daisy that the signing of the fraudulent document was in everyone's best interests. Well everyone that is, apart from Millicent's step-daughter Veronica. Millicent had rationalised her decision to go down this path, had Veronica not been so hostile to her from the first day that the two of them met, then things could have been so different. Instead of being in a state of open conflict with each other for the last six years, they could have been like sisters, after all there were only eight years between them.


Had Veronica not doubted Millicent's motives in marrying her forty two year old widower father, they could have grown to be friends. Veronica though would not let up in her campaign to unsettle the relationship, but for all of her meddling it came to nought, Samuel Bowman was besotted by the twenty two year old Millicent. In spite of his daughters complaints, and statements about not wanting a new mother, the two of them married and Millicent, at the age of twenty two, found herself with a belligerent fourteen year old daughter. Then after four years disaster struck for both of the young ladies, Samuel died. Samuel had contracted malaria years before in India, and a recurrence of the illness had finally proven fatal.

Both Millicent and Veronica were devastated by Samuel's passing, but grief seemed to drive them both further apart rather than unite them. Then the will was read, this proved to be a huge shock to Millicent, rather than inheriting all of Samuel's estate as she expected, she was only going to inherit one third of it. The rest was to go to Veronica upon her twenty first birthday, until that time Millicent was to be the executor of the estate, and Veronica's legal guardian.
From that day when she found out that she had been cheated of, as she saw it, her legal rights, Millicent vowed that she would get all that was due to her. From that day, she had planned and schemed to get to the position she was in now, and now she felt scared.

Scared that the whole plan could come crashing down around her ears. Scared that maybe somewhere along the line she had missed something out. Scared that perhaps Veronica would be the one that ended up victorious. She shook in fear, what if it all went wrong where would she be then?

"No. Nothing could go wrong," she told herself. Everything had been planned too well to fall at the last hurdle.

Millicent had gone out of her way to be seen as the caring step-mother, pandering to all of her charge's whims. Veronica for her part had looked upon this as a sign of weakness, and her demands had become ever more extravagant. All Veronica was trying to do was push the boundaries, to see exactly how far she could take her stepmother before she reached her breaking point, and finally showed her true colours. Millicent though was playing a long game, and she knew that the ever more erratic Veronica seemed to be, the more she would alienate herself from the family, and the household staff. Millicent felt that, after four years as a loyal, and dutiful wife, she was indeed herself entitled to the bulk of the estate left by Samuel.

After all it was her and not Veronica, that had given up their youth to someone twenty years their senior. It was her that turned a blind eye to his little peccadilloes. It was her and no-one else that had to deal with Samuel's ardour, after he had dealt with some maid over a disciplinary matter. It was always some comely young thing as well, so it was her that had to deal with the deep feelings of rejection as he chose to "deal with the situation in my study".
Though it was her that he came to later, lying over her, his brow sweating as he thrust himself into her to shed his seed after being aroused by some poor girl's punishment.
All of this though now played into Millicent's hands. How hard would it be to convince the staff that their young mistress was sexually depraved that she loved the inflicting of corporal punishment for it's own sake, and not for any reason other than her own satisfaction.

If it is like father like son, is it, not like father like daughter also?

So quietly Millicent set about undermining her step-daughter, whilst all the time seeming to be protecting her. There were one or two initial problems to overcome. Firstly, the staff that was loyal to her father. Secondly, her two cousins, her only blood relatives.
The staff would be no real problem; it was only a case of moving them around a little. The butler in the London house had been forced into retirement through bad health, so Millicent had made a very generous settlement to him, then simply moved the butler from Crookhall, the country house to London by way of promotion. Then put in place her "own man" into Crookhall, and once the butler, the kingpin was all her's the rest was more or less straightforward.
All she had to do now was build up resentment in the staff at Crookhall, Daisy played into her hands on that one. Millicent had overheard Daisy being very brusque and rude to Veronica, her first reaction was to rebuke the maids insolence herself. Then she had the idea of drawing Daisy, however, unwittingly into her plan. So instead of chiding Daisy, she called for her new butler Belmont to come to the study.

"Belmont," she told him, "we have a little problem with staff behaviour. Or more to the point, a lack of respect being shown to my daughter by Daisy. I want this dealt with. I want it dealt with severely. Moreover, I want the girl to know that it is directly through her lack of respect to Veronica that she is being punished. So I would like you to imply that the punishment is coming from Veronica, do you understand."

Belmont smiled and nodded, then left to find the recalcitrant maid.

Now it was just to get Veronica to play out her role in the scheme.

Millicent found Veronica in the drawing room reading. "Veronica my dear, we seem to be having a little problem with some of the maids. Since your poor papa's demise, some of them are taking liberties. One girl in particular is posing a problem. Daisy seems to be getting a little too big for her boots; I have asked Belmont to take her in hand, and I would like you to report direct to him any faults that you may find with the girl. No matter how small."

Veronica looked at her stepmother rather puzzled by the request but agreed to it.

The next part of the plan was to relax Belmont's rule on the rest of the maids, she asked him to give the staff a little leeway as everyone was still getting over the loss of Mr. Bowman.

It worked like a dream; Daisy became aware very quickly that it seemed to be her alone that was liable for a spanking or a caning. All through Veronica. As Belmont had made it clear that all the punishments, she was receiving were coming directly from the daughter of the house. Veronica for her part, was unaware of how all her tittle-tattling was leading on each occasion to Daisy being upended and spanked on her bottom by the butler. Or for that matter, on four occasions Belmont had declared that a mere spanking was not enough, and a caning was needed. All these punishments were carried out below stairs in the kitchen, for all that were passing through to see. To add to Daisy's humiliation, all of the punishments required, were to be delivered upon her bared bottom . Both male and female staff could feast their eyes on the eighteen year-olds ample bare buttocks, and also catch glimpses of her female charms as she squirmed about legs flailing on the butlers lap.

It worked.

After months of pain and humiliation, Daisy finally caved in and came to see Millicent. Millicent listened attentively as Daisy told her tale of woe. Of how she was being victimised by Veronica, and Belmont. She told the always understanding Millicent how she was now at her wits end. Millicent was the personification of empathy to her young maid; she shared with Daisy how she was worried by her daughter's behaviour; she was so worried that the girl could be starting to be obsessed by corporal punishment, even if only by proxy. Worried that some day Veronica might fall completely under the thrall of the excitement of causing others pain. She was worried that perhaps this could lead to some kind of sexual depravity in Veronica. This was set up to be Daisy's cue, her bait, and she took it hook line and sinker. She regaled Millicent with tales that both of them knew only to be figments of Daisy's, vivid and vengeful imagination. Millicent recorded these fictitious outpourings on paper, in the form of a statement, then with Belmont as a witness; she got Daisy to make her mark on the document. In a way of compensation for the trauma caused by her stepdaughter, Millicent awarded Daisy a settlement, large enough for her to leave Crookhall and set up her own general dealers shop in the village.



There was a knock on the study door, the door opened; Belmont showed in a gentleman and much to Millicent's surprise a lady also. The gentleman was dressed in a black frock coat suit, and carrying a small leather case, this she took to be Dr. Dewbury. The lady was dressed in the garb of a nurse, and she was carrying a large carpet bag. Dr. Dewbury was a small portly man, with thick round spectacles, and at a guess somewhere in his forties. The nurse looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, thin but wiry looking, with sharp features and steely eyed.

Dr. Dewbury was taken aback by the sight of Millicent; he was obviously expecting someone much older then the pretty young lady in front of him. "Mrs. Bowman I presume?" He said holding out his hand in greeting.

Millicent shook his hand, and replied, "Yes, I would like to say a pleasure to meet you Dr. Dewbury, but the circumstances.... Also I expected to be seeing you alone, as the subject is, to say the least, rather delicate."

"Ah, never fear, madam," he said as both he and the nurse seated them selves in front of Millicent's desk, "nurse Corrigan is the height of discretion. I believe that we are dealing with onanism, onanism totally out of control going by your correspondence is that correct?"

Millicent picked up Daisy's statement and handed it to the doctor. "I'm afraid so, as you read this you will see just how out of control," Millicent said in the saddest tone that she could muster.

The doctor read the statement, tutting aloud every now and again at Daisy's more salacious inventions. All the while,the nurse,sat in silence, her eyes concentrated on Millicent's face.

"Well," he said, putting the paper back on the desk, "your daughter does seem to be developing rather bizarre behavior due to her filthy, and ungodly habit. There are options available; some doctors recommend a small surgical procedure.."

"No!" Millicent interrupted, "I could never put the sweet little thing through that sort of pain, for an operation that has as I have read limited results."

"That is true," he conceded, "there are mixed results with excision. Myself I would recommend the extended residential treatment that we have discussed in our correspondence."

"Of course you would, you horrid little man that will earn you much more money." Millicent thought to herself.

"Well I still have some reservations about sending my daughter away," Millicent said in her concerned tone. "I don't like the idea of her being consigned to bedlam!"

"Ah! The days of Bethlem are long behind us now, my clinic is not run on those archaic principles." Dr. Dewbury said by way consolation. "Of course though, she may find the first day or two a little alien and the initial induction slightly uncomfortable, but it is all for the good of her own long term mental health."

Millicent stared down at the top of her desk, in mock concentration, it was a sham, both her and Dr. Dewbury knew it. This was a transaction for the benefit of both of them, with little concern to the state of Veronica's health.

"I consent." Millicent finally said, and then rang for Belmont to call Veronica into the room. When Veronica came into the study, she was surprised to see that they had guests.

"Veronica my dear, this is Dr. Dewbury and his assistant. I have asked Dr. Dewbury to have a quick look at you, as you have been looking rather pale and drawn of late." Millicent said by way of explanation.

"But I feel fine!"

"Now my dear I am sure your mother knows best." Said Dr. Dewbury soothingly. "It will only take a few minutes to ascertain what we need to know."

Dr. Dewbury then felt Veronica's brow, to test her for a high temperature, then he asked her to do a couple of mobility exercises, as the nurse silently moved behind her, her bag now opened.

Millicent watched on as the doctor asked Veronica to touch her toes, hampered by her stays she only managed to lower her hands to just past her knees. As Veronica bent forward, the nurse took out what looked to Millicent to be some sort of belt. The ever silent nurse then nodded to Dr. Dewbury.

"Right, Veronica, I can see that it is your clothing that is hampering some of your movements," said the doctor smiling pleasantly, "and that it is not some physical problem that we need to worry about. I would now like to test your shoulder mobility, could you put your arms out straight in front of you, then swing them around till your palms meet at the back."

Veronica complied with the doctor's instructions. She then shouted out in protest as the nurse pinioned her arms behind her; Millicent stifled a little smile as she realised that the belt was actually a set of leather covered cuffs, which the nurse attached to Veronica's wrists in a speedy and well rehearsed fashion. Millicent couldn't help but be impressed, by the way, the doctor and his nurse had so quickly immobilised her step-daughter. The doctor then pulled out a small strap from his frock coat and handed it to the nurse. The strap was a belt with a hollow wooden drilled ball in it's centre, as the doctor held the writhing and now hysterical Veronica's shoulders, the nurse again with well practised speed inserted the ball into Veronica's mouth and fastened the belt at the base of her skull. Apart from a muffled mumbling protestation, Veronica was now silenced.

"Mrs. Bowman," said the doctor, "if you do not mind I would like to conduct a more comprehensive examination."

As the nurse held her wide-eyed and confused step-daughter, Millicent nodded and said, "Certainly, if you think the situation calls for such, doctor."

"If you could please clear your desk," Dr. Dewbury said as he also tried to control Veronica's struggle. "we can lie her back onto that."

Millicent quickly cleared the desk of documents and her writing implements, for the doctor and the nurse to manhandle Veronica onto the desk top. Once they had her in place, the nurse holding onto Veronica's left leg at the knee and pressing her down onto the desk with her hand on Veronica's shoulder, finally spoke.

"Young lady it will be a lot better, and less painful for you if you relax whilst Dr. Dewbury carries out his tests. It is for your own good!"

"Mrs. Bowman could you be so good as to hold the young ladies other leg in the same way as nurse Corrigan?" The doctor asked Millicent.

"Of course doctor."

"Thank you, it will be of great assistance."

Once the two women had Veronica under control to Dr. Dewbury's satisfaction, he again approached the desk. Wasting no time with bedside manners by way of explanation, he lifted Veronica's skirt and petticoats high up onto her stomach and chest. Swiftly he undid the bow of her drawers and roughly pulled them down as far as his helpers arms would allow.

Both of the women then readjusted their grip to facilitate the removal of Veronica's underwear. Dr. Dewbury threw the garment onto the floor; Millicent could see the lustful, hungry look on his face.

"Charlatan quack!" She thought to herself, as she looked down at her step-daughters naked thighs and sex.

"Right, now we can begin, ladies could you kindly pull her legs slightly further apart please." Then going down onto his haunches, he prised Veronica's labia apart. "Ah, Virgo Intacto! In some cases such as this, the hymen gets torn with the girls self-abuse. It can then lead to awkward questions on the girl's wedding night. Happily though, not in your daughter's case." Dr. Dewbury said smiling to Millicent.

"Awful loathsome little man." Millicent thought, but only nodded with a smile. Both she and the doctor knew that there was no wedding night on the cards for Veronica.

Now or ever.

Dr. Dewbury continued his manual examination. "A larger than normal clitoris, as to be expected in a confirmed onanist." He proclaimed

"Quack!" Millicent thought again.

"Very quick to erect," He said. "I would say she is finding even this examination as sexually arousing."

"Lying Bastard!" Millicent thought, though the idea of saving Veronica from any further humility didn't cross her mind, she was in too deep now to go back.

"On reflection, I think this could be a good opportunity to introduce Veronica into the redemptive therapy that she will be receiving over the next few months. Or years?" The doctor said, looking at Millicent for confirmation.

"Yes as I have said, whatever you deem to be appropriate." Millicent replied; she had never been that interested in corporal punishment the way that she knew some ladies of the grand houses were. Quite a few enjoyed taking an active part in staff discipline, or at least liked to witness it, for her part though she could not see the fascination. Though she knew that this particular time could prove to be quite satisfying.

"Nurse Corrigan, I think a good firm hand spanking will suffice to show the young lady where her lasciviousness is leading her," Dr. Dewbury announced, then stood back motioning for Millicent to release her hold on Veronica's leg.

Millicent let go of her step-daughter, and stood to the side of the doctor, to allow the nurse the room that she needed. The nurse proved to be a strong as Millicent had suspected.

She hauled Veronica up onto to feet in one single swift movement. Veronica almost stumbled as her feet hit the floor, her brown eyes wide like a hunted animal as she looked at Millicent for help. None was forth coming.

"Right you young little slut," the nurse said in a strong Irish brogue, "I'll teach you to shame your mother in this way."

The nurse sat on the desk and hoisted Veronica roughly up over her lap. Again her skirt and petticoats were lifted, this time baring the milky white orbs of her bottom. The nurses hand came down swift and hard; Millicent watched in awe as the nurse went to work on her step-daughters behind.
She watched as Veronica tried fruitlessly to avoid the nurses hand by squirming on her lap. Soon the milky white colouring had turned to pale pink. Each time Veronica tried to kick her legs or squirm away, she was rewarded with slaps to the inner parts of her thighs or to the back of her legs, with warnings that more were to come unless she calmed herself down. These extra slaps and the verbal warnings did their work and soon enough Veronica was under control and excepting her undeserved punishment. The fact that Veronica had now calmed down did not influence the nurse's treatment of her.

If anything it made her more methodical in her chastisement, now she could concentrate on Veronica's bottom, she did with some gusto. Alternating each ringing slap from cheek to cheek, till the pinkness had been replaced by sunburst red. For Veronica's part, her original struggling was replaced by uncontrolled sobbing, as she lay there staring at Millicent and the doctor in total torment and bewilderment.

"Nurse Corrigan, I think that will do for now." Dr. Dewbury finally interceded. Millicent picked up Veronica's drawers and made to hand them to the nurse. "Ah, Mrs. Bowman we will have no need for them," Dr. Dewbury said, "we will provide all the clothing that the young lady will be needing when we get to my clinic."

Then he helped Veronica back to her feet, holding at the leather covered chain that connected the cuffs at her back.

Veronica stood, her head spinning from left to right, as if looking for some means of escape, as the nurse now pulled out a large black hooded cape from her carpet bag.

The nurse aided by Dr. Dewbury, in another no doubt well practised movement, had the cape fastened on Veronica in next to no time. The nurse then pulled up the hood, as to cover Veronica's gagged mouth from any inquisitive eyes. She then said grimly, "Any struggle as we go out to the carriage and you will get more of the same, of what you just had, I don't mind baring your arse in front of the servants. You hear?"

Defeated the still sobbing Veronica merely nodded.

"I think it would be too upsetting for me to see off my little darling," Millicent said, sounding quite sincere, "I will ring for Belmont to show you out."

"Yes, Mrs. Bowman, that would be for the best," agreed the doctor.

Belmont came into the room, his eyes arched slightly at the sight of the discarded pale drawers lying on the floor. He then showed the doctor, the nurse and their new patient to the door. Millicent sat back behind her desk; her step daughter was now an inmate of a mental institution!

She allowed herself a little self congratulatory smile.


PART 2

Veronica was in a daze as to what was happening, she was led across the gravel drive to the waiting carriage. The man that Millicent had referred to as a doctor climbed up alongside the driver, as the Irish nurse opened the carriage door and bundled her inside and onto a hard wooden seat. The nurse then pulled the door closed, and Veronica saw that there was no handle on the inside of the carriage. They were both locked in.
The windows of the carriage had angled slats that though allowing light in limited any chance of looking out and seeing where she was being taken. The nurse looked with interest at her new charge, her green eyes staring directly into Veronica's terrified blue eyes.

"You have no idea what is happening have you?" The nurse asked, and Veronica shook her head. "You don't want to feel my hand on your arse again do you?"

Veronica again shook her head this time more vigorously.

"If I take off that gag, you won't go all hysterical on me will you. If you do, I'll skin your arse for you. Understand?"

Veronica nodded, and good to her word the nurse lowered the hood on Veronica's cape and unfastened the belt holding the ball gag in place.

"Thank you, thank you." Veronica said, then opened her mouth wide a couple of times, pleased to have the freedom of her jaws again.

"Right, I want no interruptions," The nurse said, staring hard at Veronica. "your mother has had you committed to Dr. Dewbury's institute."

The nurse saw that Veronica was about to speak; she held her fingers to Veronica's lips.

"Shush! Listen well to what I tell you. Once committed it will take a sworn letter from a doctor to have you released, now the only doctor you are likely to be seeing is Dr. Dewbury. So unless your mother decides otherwise you will be with us for quite a while."

"What for? What do you mean quite a while?" Veronica was having problems taking it all in, when she got up out of bed this morning her only problem was deciding whether to go riding this afternoon or not. This was all a nightmare; she closed her eyes tight hoping that perhaps she would wake up in her bed, but she knew deep down that wasn't going to happen. She had somehow been tricked out of her own home by Millicent.

"It would seem that you have... a... predilection, yes predilection, for punishing one of your maids, and this predilection is manifested in a sexual manner with you pleasuring yourself as you force your maid to tell you about her punishments."

"What? That is rubbish!" Veronica shouted out, tears falling again down her cheeks.

"Remember my warning about hysterics?" The nurse whispered, and Veronica nodded ashen faced. "Now your illness is not of my concern, the smooth running of the institute is though. So I advise you to do exactly as I say when we get there, and you go through your induction. No screaming and no struggling, and I'll make it as painless as I can for you. Understand?"

"Yes." Veronica said, then sat there chewing at her lower lip; she had been outsmarted by her step-mother, and what did the nurse mean by-as painless as I can for you?
Veronica sat back in her seat and tried to get as comfortable as she could, or at least as comfortable as the cuffs would allow. Having her arms fastened back like that for so long was now starting to cause pain to her shoulders. She thought to ask the nurse if she could release her hands, but one look at her serious staring face chased that idea from her head.

Then after what seemed like an age the carriage stopped, the nurse peered out of one of the slats at her side of the coach, her eye brows raised slightly, and she seemed to nod to herself, she then said.

"Almost there, now remember to heed well what I have told you. If you want an easy time here, do exactly what you are told, when you are told."

"Yes, miss." Veronica replied sadly, amazing herself by her sudden submissive compliance.

The carriage stopped again, and Veronica heard the sound of feet on the gravel outside the coach door, then the door opened, and a cold shiver ran down her spine as she saw the loathsome Dr. Dewbury again.

"Ah, Miss Bowman I hope you had a pleasant journey." He said as he assisted the nurse in helping Veronica down from the carriage.

The site that greeted Veronica was not what she expected, though, in truth, she didn't really know what to expect from a mental institution. The house itself and it was indeed once a very fine house, was almost manorial in it's size. The gardens were well kept, and colourful, a blaze of flowers and shrubs. The windows, for that, was the first thing that she checked, were without bars. In all, it looked like a fine country house of well to do nobility.

"Now, Miss Bowman I'm sure nurse Corrigan has told you that you will have to go through our induction, then after dinner and a good nights sleep, we can have a little chat in the morning. So for now I bid you good day miss." With that little speech, Dr. Dewbury left them standing on the gravel drive, as he headed across the large lawn away from the house.

"Ah, he'll be of to his potting shed no doubt," The nurse said conversationally. "now remember what I said, do what I say when I say it, and you should get through this without too much fuss."



As her stepdaughter was about to have her "induction", Millicent Bowman was still sat at her study desk, the day had effected her in ways that she couldn't comprehend. Her initial joy that her plan had seemed to come to complete fruition, was soon replaced by a strange emptiness, her thoughts were haunted by the recollection of Veronica's spanking. Don't get me wrong here though, these were not feelings of guilt at her trickery. These feelings she suspected were similar to the ones that she had always decried, the enjoyment of having people and watching them being punished. When she thought about Veronica over the nurses lap being spanked, she felt a warmth in her thighs, she had always thought of herself a little frigid, now though she realised that it was just the wrong stimuli that she had been subjected to.
She realised that she had the very emotions that she had wrongly accused Veronica of having. The longer she sat there mulling on it, the worse she felt, until she eventually rang the bell to summon Belmont. When the butler arrived she wasn't that sure of what to say to him, after an awkward silence she finally spoke.

"I have been thinking, Belmont, perhaps now we should.... we should... mmmh... we should return the house to a tighter ship?"

"Yes Madam I would agree," The butler replied trying to stifle his smile. "I have the idea that some of the younger staff have maybe been taking advantage of your good nature."

Millicent nodded slowly, but her heart was beating like a temperance society drum.

"I would wish to know of any problems that you may encounter," Millicent struggled out. "so that we can discuss the suitable discipline."

"Well as it happens...."

"Yes?" Millicent interrupted, rather to eagerly.

"Well, madam we have a slight problem with Maisie, the eldest of your scullery maids." Belmont said, now really struggling to keep the grin off his face.

Millicent swallowed hard, and nodded waiting for Belmont to continue.

"It would seem, if you pardon my bluntness that the butcher has been delivering a little more than he should. I caught them both in Flagrante Delicto in the outside privy of all places. I was intending to dismiss the girl, but she is a widow, her husband was killed in the Indian uprising two years ago."

"Yes it would be wrong to turn out a war hero's widow, but I cannot have such licentious behaviour under my roof. Fetch the girl now, and we can see what we can do to save the situation." Millicent ordered her ever obedient right hand man.

Millicent then stood staring out the window across the valley below, trying to keep her building excitement down, waiting for the arrival of Maisie. Then she heard it the knock on the door; she didn't turn; she only listened for the opening of the door. Then Belmont coughed to announce their arrival.

"So I expect that you know why you have been called in here Maisie?" Millicent asked, still with her back to the girl and the butler.

"Y.. y.. yes ma'am." Maisie struggled out, her eyes cast on to the floor. "Please ma'am, me and George we are getting betrothed." Maisie sobbed out.

"Yes, well I was also once betrothed," Millicent said finally turning to face the poor wretch. "I, unlike you though, managed to keep my drawers on till we were married."

"Yes ma'am." Maisie replied now openly sobbing at her shame.

"Well I'm feeling generous, as always, Belmont feels that some the household is taking advantage of my generous nature. That stops today; you will not be dismissed but mark my word you will be punished. Belmont fetch the cane please."

"Yes madam." Belmont replied then left the room closing the door behind him.

Now Millicent had the chance to have a good look at Maisie, the poor girl was, well woman actually at almost thirty, was quite short and plump, though also bonnie in a rustic sort of way.
The fact that Millicent had such power over someone older than herself, she found today to be very exciting.
She had already decided that her desk would be used for the girls punishment and that Belmont would be administrating the caning. First though she wanted a little fun of her own though, as a prelude to the caning.
She walked across the room towards Maisie, then standing behind her she took hold of Maisie's left arm and smacked her bottom as hard as she could over the top of her thin cotton dress. Millicent loved the feel of the soft, pliant bottom under her hand as it made contact; the maid's shriek of surprise and pain was music to Millicent's ears.

"Over there girl!" Millicent said to the older woman, as she marched her over to the desk, smacking at her cotton covered bottom with each step. Every smack caused Maisie to arch her hips forward, like a child trying to avoid a punishing hand.

"Bend over across the desk!" Millicent ordered her maid.

Maisie was bent across the desk; her face pushed down on the shiny wooden surface, her head turned to her left. Heady with her new feelings of empowerment, Millicent started to lift Maisie's dress high up over her back. As an only a scullery maid, Maisie's uniform consisted of only a thin brown cotton dress, no petticoats or underskirts like that of the parlourmaid's uniform. To Millicent's shock as she lifted the dress, Maisie's plump naked bottom cheeks came into view.

"No drawers on! Is this to make it easier for your fiance?"

"No, ma'am, it's just that the kitchen is so hot... ahh!" Maisie yelped as her mistress's hand came down again on her now unprotected bottom.

The door then opened and Belmont walked in, cane in hand. He deliberately left the study door wide open, so that anyone passing by would see straight in and view Maisie's punishment. Also so that anyone on the ground floor would hear and be well aware of the punishment taking place.

"Ah, Belmont you are back, good, give her twelve strokes. Mind my words, I don't want any holding back!"

"Yes, madam." Belmont replied, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Please, ma'am!" Maisie whimpered, but her plea was curtailed as the first stroke cut into her bottom.

The room and the whole ground floor echoed with her scream of protest and pain. Millicent watched in fascination as a white line appeared across the cheeks that she had already lightly pinked with her hand. The line then changed in colour to an almost livid red. Millicent was transfixed by the proceedings till the fifth stroke, whereupon Maisie jumped up in pain and clutched at her chubby inflamed buttocks.

"Do that again, and you will get extra," Belmont warned. "now get back over the desk and lift your dress!"

Millicent saw this as a perfect opportunity to change her viewing point, she moved behind the desk and took up her seat.

"Maisie, give me your hands and I'll help you through this." Millicent said in a soothing voice.

Of course, all she truly wanted was to see close up, the anguish upon the girls face, and in her eyes. Gripping the poor maid's hands, and watching the torment on her face, Millicent had never felt so alive as she did at that moment. By the time the twelfth stroke landed, there was a salty pool of tears on Millicent's desk, despite all of Millicent's soothing and encouraging words Maisie had still found it quite an ordeal.
After being told to arise by Belmont, the sobbing and snivelling maid thanked Millicent for her kindness, then made a painful courtesy and left, going back to the kitchen.

"That will be all thank you, Belmont." Millicent said dismissing the butler; she sat back in her leather chair and smiled.

"All in all a profitable day." She whispered to herself under her breath.


PART 3

Nurse Corrigan loosened Veronica's cape and placed it back in her bag; then she unfastened and removed the cuffs, placing them also in her bag.

"Thank you miss." Veronica said without even thinking.

"You're welcome, Miss Bowman, now remember well what I told you." The nurse said, and for the first time since Veronica had met her the nurse smiled.

Veronica shook her arms and rotated her shoulders to remove the cramping stiffness, no thought of running or escape even crossed her mind, well where could she run to anyway?
The nurse led the way to the front door, and Veronica timidly followed her. Upon entering the house Veronica was again taken by surprise by her surroundings, the front door led into a huge hallway, facing her was a large sweeping double staircase, in between the two sets of stairs was a small desk with a couple of chairs in front of it, behind it sat what Veronica took to be another nurse. This other nurse was probably a good few years older than nurse Corrigan; she looked to be in her fifties, quite stout but with a jovial looking face. The nurse beamed a large smile upon their entrance.

"Ah, nurse Corrigan, perfect timing as always," the second nurse said, "I take it this is a young lady is for the first floor? She is the second one today, so I thought we could induct them both together. You know, get them through, get them fed, then get them to bed!"

Both nurses seemed to find this little quip most amusing, though Veronica was finding very little to laugh about this day. The next thing that Veronica saw made her swallow very hard. The jovial nurse opened a drawer by the side of her desk and handed something across to nurse Corrigan.

"Thank you, nurse Moore." Nurse Corrigan said as she attached the leather, wooden handled strap to the belt around her waist.

Just one look at the strap and anyone would realise straight away that it could only serve one purpose that of physical chastisement. Nurse Moore then opened a large book on the desk, and motioned for Veronica to take a seat. As she started transferring information from the letter handed to her by nurse Corrigan, nurse Moore started tutting as she was filling out the book.

"I don't know, young ladies these days have no shame playing with themselves is bad enough," Nurse Moore said, "but to do so in front of staff?"

"Please miss, you have to know that this isn't true," Veronica said, her face flushing red. "my step-mother made it all up, she is trying to cheat me of what is lawfully mine." Veronica glanced then at nurse Corrigan's frowning face, and quickly shut her mouth remembering her warnings.

"I know it's a terrible world, Miss Bowman," Nurse Moore replied. "why only three months ago we had Josephine Bonaparte in here, and who would have thought that she would have had such a broad Yorkshire accent."

The nurse again started cackling at her little joke, and Veronica realised any further protest would be a waste of breath, and only risk annoying nurse Corrigan further.

Once the paperwork was finished to nurse Moore's satisfaction, she stood up, and Veronica saw that she also had a small leather strap attached to her belt. The nurse then started to walk towards a small door to the left of her desk, Veronica knew that she was to follow via a hard push in the small of her back from nurse Corrigan. Passing through the door, they came into a bare whitewashed room; the only furniture in the room was two wooden benches and a large cast iron bath, along the far wall was a rack containing seventeen or so small chests each named and numbered.

"Right, young lady we will need to strip you down and get you measured up," the overly cheerful nurse Moore told Veronica, "so get a wriggle on as we still have someone waiting."

Veronica's eyes were misting over again, as yet one more humility was about to be heaped upon her, she now knew the fruitless nature of any complaint or protestation, so she merely complied and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. Helped by nurse Corrigan, Veronica was soon standing in the cold bare room naked and shamed.

"My, oh my," said nurse Moore, "such a small waist, and large hips. A figure like that will make for a happy husband once we have you cured and out of here. A tummy like yours doesn't even need stays."

Veronica was now close to breaking down in tears, she looked as nurse Corrigan rolled her eyes at her colleagues remarks. For both Veronica and nurse Corrigan knew that husbands weren't part of Mrs. Bowman's plans for her young charge. Nurse Moore then proceeded to measure Veronica in a rather strange way with a cloth tape.
First she took her waist measurement, then to Veronica's horror; she took the measurement from her navel to under her thighs bringing the tape up the cleft of her bottom. The tape was intruding into the lips of her sex; this final indignation brought about the tears that had been welling for so long.

"Don't worry yourself miss, it wont be that tight when it's on." Nurse Moore said to reassure Veronica, but all it did was confuse her further. "I see it looks like you had a good tanning before coming here." Nurse Moore continued in her increasingly annoying chirpy manner.

Before Veronica could answer, nurse Corrigan interrupted.

"Yes she received a very harsh spanking from me before she left her home, so harsh, in fact, that I was thinking once she is ready in here; I could take her straight to the dining room for her dinner, then get her off to bed.

For the first time since, they had arrived Veronica saw nurse Moore's face darken.

"Now I know you are the senior member of the nursing staff," nurse Moore said to nurse Corrigan, "but if the other members of staff found out that this lady had come in without having the full induction... well I don't think they would be to happy about it. You know how some of the nurses worry about our... our... guests behaviour?"

Nurse Corrigan nodded and shrugged her shoulders. Nurse Moore then returned to her normal self, chatting away to Veronica.

"Well miss I can see, and smell that you bathed this morning, so there is no need for me to have to bath you, not like the other one that was just in before you. So that saves us all a bit of time and trouble, so if you could be an angel for me and just pop this on. Now don't worry we will have proper clothes for you to wear tomorrow morning, for decency's sake though you can wear this tonight."

Veronica hurriedly pulled on the long light blue night shirt, glad to be covering up her nakedness. Once the short sleeved, ankle length gown was on, she was puzzled by the four buttons on each shoulder. Before she could work out the significance of the buttons the two nurses, firmly, but not roughly, pulled her arms behind her back, again she found herself cuffed this time though her arms were high up her back.

"Don't worry it's only for a few minutes this time." Nurse Corrigan whispered into her ear.

Then nurse Moore made to go out of another door different to the one they entered through, and again a sharp push from nurse Corrigan indicated that they should follow. The sight that greeted Veronica was shocking in so many ways. The room itself was like the previous one, whitewashed walls, but these walls weren't bare, in place of decorations hung an assortment of straps and canes, also other devices that the usage of which Veronica didn't even want to contemplate. The only furniture in this room was a large padded bench, similar to a vaulting horse; it was obvious to Veronica that this was some sort of a punishment room. The real shock to Veronica's system though was the other person in the room. Standing before her, wearing the same blue nightshirt and arms tied back in the same manner, was a tall, thin, and very pale young man. The two of them looked at each other, both wide-eyed and confused, then nurse Moore spoke, all of the former joviality now gone from her voice.

"Now young lady and young gentleman, while you are here we expect the best of behaviour. Any laxness in your behaviour or attitude to any staff members will result in a taste of the belt, or in worse cases a visit to this room. Now to make sure that you understand that, and to make sure that you don't want to visit this room anytime again soon. I'm going to give you both four hard ones with my belt as way of a welcome."

Veronica looked again at the thin male; she could see the fear in his eyes, she, on the other hand, remained surprisingly calm as she had half expected something of this ilk as nurse Corrigan had more or less hinted to what was to come. What happened next, however, did shock her, and it explained the buttons on their shoulders. As nurse Corrigan held the young gentleman's arms locked behind him, nurse Moore undid the buttons on his shoulders and the gown fell away from him. Like Veronica, he was totally naked beneath the gown.
So there it was, the first male body that she had ever seen naked, she couldn't help herself but to stare. His body was as she suspected very thin and almost hairless, however, at the base of his tummy was a thick thatch of black curly hair. Inside that thatch of hair lay his, to Veronica's mind, very unimpressive member.

"So that is a penis, why all the fuss?" She thought to herself.

Nurse Corrigan frogmarched him across to the padded bench, then in one of their well practiced movements, they bent him across the bench and secured his feet in a matter of seconds, despite his struggling and shouting. When in place, his bottom now facing Veronica, she could see there were already clear strap marks on his bottom. She thought back to what nurse Moore had said about time and trouble in bathing her. So those marks must have been given to him as he tried to struggle out of being bathed. Veronica looked on, knowing full well that she would be next, oddly she didn't find the idea of the belting too bad. It was the idea of being stripped naked in front of a man that worried her. Or was it worry that she felt in her tummy, as she watched this young male being tied into position?
It was certainly some sort of excitement that she was quite unfamiliar with.

Then the excitement did turn to worry, as she saw the look on nurse Moore's face. At that moment, she knew it was indeed the apparently jovial Moore that she should fear the most, and not the dour nurse Corrigan, for once the young man was in place over the bench, nurse Moore took her belt in hand and the look on her face was that of relish as she took two steps back from his naked bottom. She then ran back at him, bringing the strap hard across his unprotected bottom.

"This is to show you that any bad behavior or cheek will bring you into a world of pain!" nurse Moore said as the young man screamed in protest.

Veronica could not move her eyes from his bottom; she watched as the belt weal slowly emerged from his already marked skin. She thought to herself. "three more and it will be me over that bench."

Nurse Moore was in no hurry to bring the punishment to an end, she turned, and as she made her two paces back again, for only a second or two her eyes met Veronica's. That look told Veronica that here was a lady who enjoyed her work. Another little run and the strap fell again.

"Don't ever dare to try to strike a nurse like you did earlier, you understand?" Nurse Moore asked her bound victim.

"Aaagh! Yes ma'am I understand!" The young man replied.

Veronica watched on, as the boy tried in vain to shake the pain away from his bottom. She wondered when it was her turn would it be Moore or Corrigan wielding the belt?

She hoped for Corrigan.

"Well, Mr. Carter, I think you will prove to be a very docile guest in your stay here from now on," nurse Moore said, again thrashing down the belt.

There was no reply apart from his call of pain.

Veronica knew now that there was only one more to go. One more slash with the belt, before she was stripped and tied over the bench. Would they for decency's sake take him from the room before her punishment, they surely couldn't plan to strip her in front of him?

Nurse Moore delivered the fourth stroke, with the same vigour and gusto as the previous three, for her reward the room echoed for the fourth time with young Mr.Carter's howling. The two nurses untied him and helped him back to his feet. As he turned to face Veronica, the first thing she noticed was his tear filled eyes, the second thing puzzled her, his penis seemed longer and somehow thicker than she recalled it.
Now it was her turn. Mr. Carter stood shaking next to Veronica, as nurse Moore went behind her and held her cuffed arms. As Nurse Corrigan came towards her, she knew then that they meant to strip her with the young man still in the room.

"Please you can't... not with him here... it is just not right! Please!" Veronica pleaded to nurse Corrigan.

"Now hush child, you are both in here for more or less the same thing, so you are both going to get treated equally," nurse Corrigan replied. "You didn't hear Mr. Carter making such a fuss."

Veronica closed her eyes tight as she felt the nurse loosen her buttons, then she felt the night shirt slip from her body and pool at her feet. She was naked. Out of reflex she tightly closed her thighs together and twisted her body away from the male. Although she knew that this was really a pointless exercise, her breasts would be clearly visible; her nipples now hard with the cold. She also knew that once over the bench, his view of her bottom and her womanly purse would be on a clear view to him. Perhaps he would be a gentleman and avert his eyes?
Though she hadn't averted hers when it was him who was stripped and striped, so why should she really expect him to?
Then her short journey started as nurse Moore frog marched her towards the bench, Veronica opened her eyes now to see nurse Corrigan taking the strap from her belt. So it was going to be Corrigan and not Moore that would be wielding the instrument of correction. First her ankles were secured to the base of the bench, then she felt a hand push her forwards. She was now immobile across the padding, her pubis pressing hard against the benches corner. She was all too aware of what a sight she must have made to the male to her rear, she felt the first tears make their way down her cheek. Then while still mourning her current position, she felt it.
The initial shock of the leather hitting her unprotected skin was soon replaced by a white hot burning. Then quickly, too quickly, really for her to catch her breath, the second stroke scorched it's way across her bottom. Veronica shouted in pain; she wanted to rise up, but nurse Moore was now in front of her, her hands pushing down on Veronica's Shoulders.

"Don't worry, Miss Bowman," Moore said by way of encouragement, " you are halfway there now. Only two more!"

The third stroke broke her; her tears that she had tried to hold in some form of a check now flooded from her. Veronica was now openly sobbing, now there was no thought of her nudity, only of the pain in her bottom. The fourth stroke Veronica almost welcomed, as it signified the end of her second unwarranted punishment of this day.

Nurse Corrigan quickly untied her from the bench and helped her back to her feet. "You took that very well miss. Well done!" Nurse Corrigan told her.

"I see young Mr. Carter has got a cockstand looking at your naked charms!" Nurse Moore called out in surprise. "I didn't think his tastes lay in that direction. If you get my meaning."

Veronica again made aware of their joint shame, looked at the young man, his penis had now at least doubled in it's initial length and thickness, and was somehow, for some reason, pointing skyward.

"I think we had better fit up Miss Bowman first," nurse Corrigan said, "it will give his erection time to dissipate."


PART 4

Standing next to young Mr. Carter her arms still locked behind her back, Veronica wanted to wipe the tears from her cheeks but couldn't, she also wanted to rub her poor strapped bottom but couldn't do that either. All she could do was wait and see what further indignities lay ahead of her and Mr. Carter.

Mr. Carter for his part seemed to be taking it all pretty much in his stride. Though Veronica could not work out how Mr. Carter's penis had grown so, and was still standing proudly from his body. She was not so naive not to realise that it had something to do with her nakedness that had caused the change to take place. This knowledge made her ever more ashamed of her naked state, and caused further tears as she waited to see what nurse Corrigan meant by "fit her up first". As nurse Moore searched through what looked like horse harnesses on the wall, nurse Corrigan rang a bell. Minutes later a young maid walked through the door.

"Yes nurse?" The young maid asked, taking no notice of the two naked and cuffed people standing in the room.

"Dinner for about half an hour, if you could please tell cook." Nurse Corrigan told the maid.

The maid nodded and turned to leave the room, still not batting an eye lid at the naked young woman and man. Veronica looked upon this as being a bad omen, it was as if seeing such scenes were an everyday occurrence in this house.

"Ah, there we are, I knew I had a suitable belt in here," Nurse Moore said, sounding very pleased at her discovery. "this will be a perfect fit!"

As nurse Moore approached her Veronica could still not work out what the harness was, or why it seemed to have a padlock on it. Nurse Moore unfastened the lock and moved behind Veronica. Firmly but not roughly she then tapped Veronica's feet apart with the toe of her boot.

"That's right miss; we need your legs well apart so I can pop this on for you," She said in her cheerful manner. "then when we sort out the young gentleman you can both go for your dinner. Rack of lamb tonight I believe."

In a day when she thought she couldn't be shocked anymore, Veronica was indeed shocked again, as she felt the nurses hands between her legs. As she threaded the thicker part of the strap between her inner thighs, nurse Corrigan took hold of it and held it up to Veronica's pubic mound; she then felt nurse Moore pass another strap around her hips to nurse Corrigan, then she heard the click of the padlock.

"There that wasn't bad at all now was it Miss Bowman?" Nurse Corrigan asked though there was no answer coming from the stunned and confused Veronica. "Now there is a little slit there if you have to pass water, but for anything else you will have to summon one of the nursing staff. As chastity belts go, this is one of the best for comfort, and it doesn't allow access for your busy little fingers."

Again Veronica could feel her face burning at the nurse's wrongful inferences, now though she knew that silence was best for her. Next was a welcome relief for her, as the two nurses dressed her again in her nightshirt and finally released her arms. As she stood shaking her know free arms, her eyes were locked on the second harness that nurse Moore had brought over from the wall. As she had been released from her cuffs, it must mean that the second harness was somehow for Mr. Carter.

"Getting the size right for the young gentlemen is always a problem I find." Said nurse Corrigan.

"Ah, it's no problem at all," Replied nurse Moore. "once we get him in it, it works like a dream, better than the ones for the young ladies really. With this one, all his toiletry needs are taken care of, so there will be no need to keep removing it from him."

Veronica watched on as nurse Corrigan held the young man's arms firmly, as nurse Moore knelt in front of him, her eyes level with his genitalia. The harness seemed to be a simple thick leather belt with a downward pointing metal conical attachment, which Veronica rightly assumed was for his penis to go through, even though that to her eyes his penis seemed too large for the aperture on the harness. Nurse Moore had already taken this problem into consideration, along with the second harness she had brought a jug of water with her.
From the jug, she pulled out a silver tablespoon; she quickly, and going by the reaction on Mr. Carter's face, rather roughly ran the cold metal along the length of his shaft. Veronica was amazed, as his penis contracted, not to the original size when he was stripped, but it did shrink to a much smaller state. The nurse then quickly forced the conical attachment over his now almost flaccid penis and strapped a smaller belt under his scrotum. Veronica could see the anguish on the young man's face, at the nurses rough ministrations, once he was tied at the front to nurse Moore's satisfaction, she passed the ends of the belt to nurse Corrigan, who as before locked the belt up with a tiny padlock.

"There, not too pleasant, but it's all done now." Nurse Corrigan said, gently ruffling the young man's thick curly hair.
As before with Veronica, Mr. Carter was redressed in his nightgown, and his hands released.

"Now then, let's see if that rack of lamb is ready yet. You will both be peckish now I bet. Aren't you?" Nurse Corrigan said, leading them both to the dining room, as nurse Moore set off back to her reception desk. Dazed by what had happened to them, Veronica and Jonathan Carter meekly followed the nurse to the dining room.



As Veronica and Jonathan sat down for their dinner together, Millicent sat in her study, brooding. Millicent now realised she was on her own, in a house full of people she was totally alone. All her family lived over a hundred miles away; she had few real friends in the area, since her husbands death most had stopped calling. As they were all really his friends, and not hers, though it took his death for her to realise that. It now dawned on her that the only person she had any true closeness with, was, in fact, Veronica. It was an, at times, fractious relationship, but they did have a certain closeness, even if it was mostly expressed as a form of open conflict.
Now what had she?
A houseful of servants that for the most part she didn't even know the names of. In fact, she didn't even know off the top of her head, how many servants were actually employed at the house!
Belmont was the only one that she conversed with, her lady's maid Lucy was good enough at her duties, but a dullard and not one for even the most casual of conversations. Everything from Lucy usually consisted of "yes ma'am" or "no ma'am", whether that was from courtesy or fear, Millicent never really knew. She did know, however, that Lucy, for all her diligence and hard work, was one of her late husbands favourites to chastise.
It was rare that a week went by, when they were at their country house that her husband didn't find some excuse to give poor Lucy a good spanking. Millicent was always puzzled by why the girl put up with such unwarranted victimisation. Sick of her brooding, Millicent rang the bell to summon Belmont.

"I would like to dine in here tonight, so could you please tell cook." Millicent told her butler, who nodded in assent. "Also I would like a very light meal, today's events have rather taken it out of me. Just some sandwiches perhaps, or maybe some game pie." Again Belmont nodded in silence. "After you have given her my instructions, I would like you to come back in here, so we can have a little chat about household matters."

"Yes ma'am. Very good, ma'am." Belmont said finally breaking his silence.

When Belmont returned, Millicent asked him to take a seat, she could feel her face flushing over at the thoughts running through her head. This was a delicate subject that she meant to broach, a subject that she wanted to seem aloof about. A subject that she didn't want her butler to know why she was taking a sudden interest in. She coughed rather nervously, to clear her throat; then she finally spoke.

"I wanted to chat about household discipline, moreover how you go about implementing it. Here of course, but also at other places where you have been employed?"

"Of course, madam," Belmont said, a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. "was there anything in particular that you wished to discuss?"

"Yes... well I notice... that you er..." Millicent's face was now burning red, as she struggled for words. "you employ the cane, rather than say the birch... I... was wondering why that is so?"

Millicent was now feeling rather foolish, and wished that she had never even started this conversation as she looked at her smiling, arrogant, and relatively young butler across the desk from her.

"Ah, the birch! I find that the cane to rather more consistent than the birch," Belmont said, moving slightly forward in his chair, his eyes locked upon Millicent's. "you see each birch rod is different to the other. It all depends upon how long the rod is soaked for, and how it is made up and tied. The cane though, and for that matter the strap is consistent, you know exactly what you are going to get."

"Ah... I see."

"The birch does of course have it's benefits in other ways!" Belmont continued; his eyes still holding Millicent's gaze.

"Er... In what ways?"

"Well it is traditional for the girl, or for that matter the boy. To go and collect and tie the rod for their own chastisement." Belmont said his elbows now resting on his thighs as his hands cradled his chin. "The impact of this cannot be underplayed, imagine having to go out into the grounds and collect and cut all those twigs?" Belmont stared at Millicent, knowing full well, that that was exactly what she was now imagining. "Of course knowing all the time," Belmont continued."that once the twigs were collected and tied; they would be going across your naked bottom. It can a very sobering effect on the proposed recipient, more so if the recipient is a young maid. Perhaps some young maid from the village about to face her first punishment."

Millicent could feel her whole body getting hotter, it was now not just her face that was burning. "Yes... er... I can see what you mean," She stuttered out. "and....."

"Well the poor girl would be in such a state as she brought the rod back to the house. She would know that once it had been soaked in the brine water, she would have to lift her skirts and bare her bottom for the appliance of the rod. As you saw earlier, along with her bottom all her womanly charms are displayed. Can you imagine how shaming that would be for some young innocent virgin?"

"Yes!" Millicent almost gasped at the thought.

"So you see the birch does have it's place, but for fair and equal punishments the strap or the cane is more reliable. If you wish though, that, for certain and more serious indiscretions, I could implement the rod. Perhaps only when you see that the girl, or for that matter, the boy truly deserves it?"

"Well.. I suppose that could be an option." Millicent said, her fingers now shaking.

"Maybe it would be best if I passed all decisions of discipline to you? Then you could decide if the case deserved only a good spanking or if maybe the cane, strap or the birch would be called for?"

Millicent nodded, and unbidden Belmont rose from his seat, and said.

"Well if that is all, madam, I bid you a goodnight unless you need me again later. For anything."


PART 5


Millicent, and Veronica both had a fitful nights sleep after the days events.

Veronica awoke early, the streams of light pouring through the gaps in her room's heavy drapes waking her after what only seemed to her like an hour or so's sleep. She felt so foolish, her hands locked in the thick lambskin mittens.

"Don't worry my dear, they are just purity-mitts." The nurse had told her, as she had tied the gloves on to her hands after her rather surprisingly pleasant dinner with Mr. Carter.

It was just one more ignominy to add to the list since she came to this rather strange, but luxurious house. Lying in her bed and staring at the ceiling, she tried to work out what her situation was all about. Money sprang to mind at first; her stepmother was trying to rob her of her inheritance. That though was too simple, why not just have her assigned to a normal asylum?
If the money were the only matter at stake, why place her in somewhere so seemingly expensive?
She just could not work it out. Other things also sprang to her mind as she lay there. The previous night at dinner, Mr. Carter, had proven himself to be very good, if not somewhat risque company. His opening words were.

"Hello, now finally we have a chance to talk. I'm Jonathan Carter, and you are Miss Bowman, but I would love to know your first name, as usually I know a girl's full name before seeing them naked!"

For all Veronica blushed at his talk, she found the remark to be very humorous considering the situation that they were both in. So she spilled out everything to him over their rack of lamb, accompanied by a very fine French red wine. Jonathan proved to be very attentive listener, as Veronica tried to explain that she was not mad but had been placed in here by her stepmother for purely financial gain on her stepmother's part.

"Ah, the evil stepmother! Such things so many fairytales are made of." Jonathan said, smiling at Veronica. "So was she always horrible towards you, driving your father away, packing you off to boarding school and such like?"

At this question, Veronica found herself stuck for words. For as she thought about it, Millicent wasn't really the traditional evil stepmother, she had always seemed to be trying to make an effort for an amicable relationship between the two of them. As she thought more, she realised that it was she, herself that was the constant fly in the ointment, the one that was always trying to cause familial unrest before her father died. As she and Jonathan continued their conversation, for the umpteenth time that day she could feel her eyes edging with tears, this time though they were tears of guilt.

Jonathan noticed this change in Veronica and turned the conversation away from Veronica's relationship with her step mother to that of his story. Unlike Veronica, Jonathan accepted the fact that he was guilty as charged, he had been caught red-handed as it were by his aunt. He was staying with his aunt while waiting to go back to Cambridge, to continue his law studies. His parents were away abroad, but he was highly confident of his release upon their return in two weeks time.

"My aunt Joan has never married," He told Veronica. "and to be honest I don't think she knows that much about a males needs and urges."

Veronica could feel that now all to familiar rush of blood to her face, as she was innocent in terms of the facts of life.

"She looked upon catching me doing something that is so natural," He continued. "as some sort of abhorrence, and a crime against God! So once my father and mother return I shall be released from here, though going by today, as much as the food and the company is excellent, I think it may be a long, pain filled two weeks."

Those words were still ringing in Veronica's memory, when one of the nurses came in with her clothing. It was plain simple outfit, a long black skirt,white blouse and light blue cardigan. Veronica noticed that there were no stays or underwear, only a pair of white socks and black leather slippers, so it was obvious that she wasn't going to be getting outside of the house much. The nurse undid the lambs wool mitts, and then helped Veronica prepare for what the day was to bring. As she breakfasted in the dining room, she saw there were another ten girls dressed as her, all roughly the same age or maybe a little older than herself. She wondered if they all too wore a similar leather belt to hers?
Then she turned as the door opened and in walked Jonathan Carter, in a similar mode of dress, except for black trousers instead of a skirt, and a white shirt rather than a blouse. He too was wearing the same light blue cardigan as all the other inmates. He smiled in recognition at Veronica and took a seat opposite her, oddly she felt both reassured with his company.

"Not the most flattering of outfits," He said jokingly, as he looked about the room. "but at least we are all in the same boat!"

They then finished their meal in silence, realising that being the newcomers they had all the eyes in the room upon them.

Nurse Corrigan then came over and said. "Miss Bowman we will be starting your course of treatment now, Mr. Carter we will be starting your's this afternoon. So if you could follow me please, Miss, remember just follow all instructions! It will be a little easier for you that way."

The nurse's comments did not fill Veronica with optimism, and the sight of the leather swaying strap on her belt as she walked ahead of Veronica filled her with dread. As they walked through the labyrinthine passageways, Veronica could feel the fear of the unknown rising within her. They finally reached a room bearing the nameplate, 'Treatment Room 1'.

The nurse knocked, and then opened the door, holding it for Veronica to enter first. Was this out of politeness, or to make sure that she didn't try to run for it? Upon entering the room, she saw Dr. Dewbury, and a youngish lady dressed in a white coverall cut at an almost obscene height, another inch and her knees would have been on show. The next thing Veronica noticed was what looked like a dentist's chair, but with extra attachments, and ominously strapping on the chair arms.

"Ah, good morning, Miss Bowman, this is my assistant Miss Brompton," said the beaming Doctor, motioning towards the smiling young girl. "Nurse Corrigan, could you help Miss Bowman with her clothing, then we have her up on the chair?" As the nurse started undoing the buttons on Veronica's skirt, the doctor continued talking. "Miss Bowman this course of treatment is to bring your onanism under control, by replacing the transient sensations of pleasure that you seek, with that of the sensation of pain. In the long term, you will relate these actions with a painful, rather than a pleasurable experience and so will desist with your filthy fiddling."

Veronica knew by now that any protestation of her innocence was a waste of breath, but she still shook as the nurse went to loosen her chastity belt, her only remaining covering of her modesty. Once she was naked from the waist down, the nurse helped her up on to the chair, securing Veronica's arms to the arms of the chair, the Irish nurse whispered.

"It might help if you just keep your eyes closed, and try and think of something else."

Next the nurse tied Veronica's legs at the calfs, and the seat was tilted back, Veronica noticed an elaborate set of pulleys on the ceiling above her. She then felt further straps being belted to her ankles, then to her horror she felt her legs being opened, so her lower torso was a wide V shape. She felt the first tears of shame run down her cheek. Then looking up Veronica saw that Miss Brompton was now standing inside that V, the young girl seemed to have a smirk on her face as she caught Veronica's eye. Then Veronica felt the girls fingers at her sex.

"Yes doctor you were correct," the assistant said. "she is rather large in the nub, and quick to react. Should I continue and give her a pelvic massage Doctor?"

"Yes, Miss Brompton, but not to conclusion remember!" The Doctor said though Veronica did not know what they were referring to.

Then she felt the assistants fingers working at her most private of parts, at this Veronica started sobbing, it was bad enough being half naked in front of the doctor, and the nurse. Now though to have a girl the same age as herself, or maybe even a little younger working her fingers in such an obscene and lewd manner was just too much for Veronica to take. She lay there sobbing at her predicament, then a strange, almost wonderful feeling took place within her; it was as if the assistant's fingers were setting off waves of pleasure in her lower body.
It was as if she had thrown a stone in a pond, and the ripples were growing as they headed for the shore. Then the waves seemed to be rippling not just through her pelvis, but across her whole body, as she squirmed on the chair. Her breathing quickened, and she could feel her nipple's rub against the cloth of her blouse as they became erect and more sensitive, despite the wonderful feeling she felt scared of this new sensation, she could hear the blood pumping in her ears and was worried that she was about to have some sort of fit, then she heard a disembodied voice cry out.

"God, please help me!" Then she realised it was her voice.

"Miss Brompton?" She heard Doctor Dewbury say.

"Yes she is nearly at the final point I think," The assistant replied, stopping her ministrations. "should I wait, then fetch her along again?"

"No, once shall be fine for the first session." Veronica could hear the doctor say.

Then she felt tension on her ankles, and realised that her legs were being hoisted up, opening her eyes she saw the assistant now standing to her left, and turning a pulley wheel. She still wore the same smirk, with her back to the doctor and looking a Veronica; she lifted her right hand to her face running her fingers under her nose. Veronica closed her eyes in shame as she felt her legs being lifted to an obtuse angle, so her ankles were now above her head, and Veronica was all to aware of the new, and even cruder display, that she must now be affording the doctor.

Then she felt the first slap, as the doctor brought his hand across her bottom; the shock caught her breath. Then the slaps rained down, much harder than the spanking that she had received from nurse Corrigan, and the position she was in meant that the doctor had more scope, and access to her naked flesh. No part of her bottom seemed safe, his fingers sought out the inner cleft between her plump cheeks, and her inner thighs, all easily accessible to his punishing hand. She gritted her teeth, trying not to call out at his onslaught, her eyes tight shut, as she could hear the blows ringing in the room. Then as the heat built in her poor bottom, it seemed to emanate outwards, warming the area so cruelly probed by Miss Brompton.
Veronica could again feel those strange but wonderful ripples build in her pelvis and thighs, but this time much quicker than previously, the feelings intensified and everything around her seemed to fade away into a dark silence, she held her breath as the ecstasy overwhelmed her, she was sure that she was going to pass out, then her toes curled, and she gasped out through the pain of the spanking, and the joy of her very first orgasm.

"Mmmm oh my! That was not supposed to happen." Doctor Dewbury said in a sudden state of confusion.


PART 6


If Veronica had a strange morning, Millicent her step-mother was having an equally strange one.
Like Veronica, Millicent had also had a troubled night's sleep. Though Millicent's troubles had come from the reverse of the same coin. Millicent had found the previous days events strangely exciting, to the point that she had woken up deep in the night, to find herself engaged in somnambulant masturbation. Millicent was shamed by the fact that she was engaging in the very thing that she had accused her step-daughter of; also she was shamed to find herself doing something that she thought she had given up in her teens. She couldn't work out why the idea of corporal punishment affected her so, of course she knew that some people, her late husband for one, found the punishment of others exciting. Now all she could do was think of Belmont, and his new more harsh regime that he was enforcing on the household staff at her bequest.
Of course, she couldn't expect Belmont to have all of her staff filing into her study for summary canings or spankings.

Much as that idea appealed to her this morning!

No she would have to wait and see how things developed, also she was in two minds now at the plot that she had set in motion that consigned her step-daughter to the asylum. No matter how luxurious Veronica's new home was, she knew that it was still a house of mental patients and that also troubled Millicent. If only there had been some other way to have rectified the unfairness of her late husband's will.

Millicent's mind was still in a whirl when Violet one of the newer maids, knocked and came into her room with her early morning tea.

"Good morning, Ma'am," she said a little nervously.

"Good morning, Violet, isn't it?"

Millicent enquired, looking the well turned out girl up and down. Seventeen, eighteen years old? Millicent wondered, certainly not much more. Quite small and pretty, a little chit of a girl, she thought to herself, then wondered if Belmont had had cause to punish her yet. Had cause to bare her buttocks in the kitchen, while all the other staff walked by, the idea of that causing those stirrings that she had felt yesterday and last night.

"Y... yes, Ma'am," the girl replied.

Millicent could see the young thing was uncomfortable talking to the lady of the house. Upon seeing this nervousness, Millicent decided to play upon it. "So how are you finding things with us then Violet?"

"It's... well very good thank you, Ma'am," the girl mumbled, obviously just wanting to be out of the room and back downstairs.

"Mr Belmont's not too strict with you is he? I hear that he can be." Millicent asked, smiling as she saw Violet blush upon hearing butler's name.

"Er.. I'm sure I wouldn't know, Ma'am... he seems to be a very fine man, and I've heard that there are much worse... I mean more strict then him." The flustered girl managed to struggle out. "Will there be anything more Ma'am?"

Millicent knew it was wrong really, but she was enjoying her teasing of the young maid, just a little fun to start the day with. No more than that. "Yes, please, Violet, could you be so good as to tidy up my dressing table a little for me, it seems to have been neglected these last few days."

"Er yes, Ma'am, sorry, Ma'am." The girl apologised, even though this was her first time in Millicent's chamber.

Millicent sipped at her tea as she studied the young maid, and idly wondered how long her auburn hair was once released from the tight bun that she had it tied back in. Violet was becoming increasingly nervous at her employer's studying gaze; then she prayed for the ground to open up underneath her, as her sleeve caught a bottle, sending it crashing to the ground.

As the smell of the bottle's contents perfumed the room, Millicent's eyes widened "manna from heaven" she thought to herself. "Good grief you clumsy thing what happened there?" Millicent loudly enquired.

Violet picked up the now empty bottle, to show her mistress.

"My God girl, of all the bottles to spill! Eau de Cologne Imperiale, this scent, has only just come out in France!"

Violet was close to tears at her mistresses scolding. "I.. I'm so sorry, Ma'am.. it was an accident.. I.."

"Be quiet girl," Millicent said putting down her cup. "help me to get dressed. Then I need to see both you, and Belmont in my study in half an hours time, also tell cook that I will be breakfasting late this morning."

Thirty minutes later on the dot, there was a knock upon the study door, and in walked the shame faced Violet, followed by Belmont the butler.

"Good morning, Madam, I believe you wanted to see us both." The butler greeted Millicent.

"Do you have any inclination why, Belmont?"

"Yes, I'm led to understand that Violet had an accident this morning in your bed chamber," The butler replied in a matter of fact manner. "resulting in the spilling of some perfume. I have spoken to Violet about the subject. She is truly very sorry, and wishes to pay for a new bottle from her wages."

"Well I'm afraid that is impossible, as it is a new fragrance from the house of Guerlain in France, and very difficult to come by in England," Millicent said, in frustration as the butlers reply was not the one she was looking for.

"If I may be so bold to suggest, Ma'am, I have a cousin in the foreign service who I'm sure would be able to procure a bottle for you, I believe he's currently based in France." Belmont said almost casually.

Millicent could feel her temper rising, it was as if the butler was deliberately trying to foil her plans. "Thank you, Belmont for your kind offer," Millicent said through almost gritted teeth. "I have to admit my initial reaction was to give the girl a damn good spanking there and then this morning! I decided though to speak to you first, to see if you had had cause to take her to task for any similar things, or her behaviour since she has joined us?"

"No, Madam, I have always found the girl to be pleasant and hardworking, no problem at all actually." The butler continued talking as if Violet wasn't even in the room.

"No problem at all? Until today, you mean?" Asked Millicent.

"Yes, Madam until today." The butler conceded.

"Well then what do you suggest, as deductions from her wages are really out of the question in this case?" asked Millicent, becoming a little less enamoured by her butler by the minute.

Sensing the change in Millicent's tone Belmont gave up his little teasing play with his employer. "Perhaps, Madam your original thought was the best, maybe she would benefit from a good firm spanking," the butler finally replied, then added. "From yourself."

Millicent swallowed hard at Belmont's answer; she had only intended to be a spectator, now the idea of spanking the girl herself had been endorsed by her butler she could feel her heart beating faster.

"Yes... well that decides it then, I will give her a spanking here and now and that will be the matter over with!" Millicent looked over at Violet, who was now almost already in tears. "Belmont I will require you to stay in here for the girls punishment."

"As you wish, Madam." Belmont replied the idea of watching a punishment more than appealed to him, it would be a change from his normal viewpoint, and Violet was indeed quite a pretty little thing after all.

Millicent rose from her chair behind the desk and moved to one of the chairs in front of the desk, turning it around to face the doorway.

"Violet could you please remove your skirt?" Millicent asked the now terrified maid.

"Please, Ma'am, not with Mr Belmont here! Could you not spank me over my skirts for the sake of decency? I don't want for him to see my under things, Ma'am." Violet pleaded.

"See your under things? Good grief girl all spankings in this house are applied to the bare skin," Millicent replied in a mocking tone, "he will be seeing more than your under things. Now remove that skirt now if you please!"

Realising further protests would do no other good, than maybe put her job in danger, Violet unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Standing now, in only her white blouse and long pink pantaloon style drawers, she did not know what to do next and looked from Millicent to Belmont for further instruction. Belmont broke the deafening silence.

"Your drawers off as well please, Violet, then place yourself over Mrs. Bowman's lap," Belmont encouraged the bewildered girl on. "as quick as you can please."

In her befuddled state, and with shaking fingers Violet struggled with the double bow knot of her drawstring, not managing to loosen it properly.

"Belmont, could you help the damsel in her distress?" Millicent said with more than a little impatience in her voice.

Belmont hunkered down in front of Violet, pushing her fingers away from the now entangled knot. Quickly he managed to loosen the elusive tether, grabbing at the waist band he then lowered the girls underwear to her ankles for her to step out of them, his face only inches away from her lush black pubic thatch. Violets hands quickly fell to try to cover her modesty.

Like the condemned going to the gallows, she slowly walked to Millicent's side. Then from the corner of his eye something caught Belmont's attention, Belmont went to Millicent's desk and retrieved the item; a tortoiseshell backed hairbrush.

"Perhaps, Madam I could make a suggestion," he said, with the brush now in his hand. "you may find that your delicate hand gives out before Violet has been suitably chastised. Perhaps when you reach the point of your hand giving you discomfort, you may find the application of this quite effective."

"Capital idea, Belmont, thank you!" Millicent replied as Violet slowly lowered herself over Millicent's skirts.

Once Violet was in a suitable position, Belmont placed the brush on the floor directly under Violet's face as a reminder of what was to come later. No sooner had Belmont returned to behind Violet, than Millicent began her punishment. Belmont was rather surprised at how chubby Violet's bottom cheeks were, for some reason he had envisaged them firmer and higher. For he had indeed envisaged them, almost from the first day that the nineteen year old had joined the house some two weeks ago.
He had in truth had her high on his list for a bared bottom since Millicent had told him yesterday to be firmer with the staff. This though as he watched Millicent's delicate feminine hand crashing across Violets proffered bottom, was in many ways more erotic than to be doing the spanking himself. For one part the view was so much better at this angle, for as her legs thrashed about in involuntary protest at Millicent's hand, she was giving him quick fleeting views of her feminine fleshy purse. Belmont was also amazed that Millicent, for such a young and slender thing, was indeed handing out a damn good spanking and tears could not be far off going by the redness of Violet's derriere.

"Hand me the brush, please, Violet!" Millicent said after about two minutes of spanking.

Millicent was reluctant to change to the brush, as she loved the feel of her hand against the soft flesh of Violet's bottom, but as her butler had said, her hand was now starting to hurt with this unfamiliar activity.

"Please, Ma'am no more, please I implore you!" Violet wailed out, though through years of subservience to her betters, she still obeyed and scooped the brush up from in front of her, with difficulty now with only one hand on the floor to stabilise herself she managed to pass the brush back to her mistress.

"I think ten more with this should suffice, Violet," Millicent said as if she was doing her maid some great favour, "five on each chubby cheek."

Belmont was engrossed, as he watched Millicent crisply deliver the final ten blows, by the fifth Violet was sobbing and pleading for mercy, Belmont was more than a little impressed by his employer's first foray into a disciplinary action.

Once the ten brush strokes had been delivered, Millicent helped Violet to her feet, now the rubbing of her bottom took precedent over any feelings of shame over her nakedness.

"Thank you, Violet, you took that well," Millicent told her tearful maid, "now get dressed and run along and tell cook I'm ready for my kippers now." Then looking directly at Belmont she added. " I seemed to have worked up quite an appetite!"


PART 7


It was now ten days since Veronica's first "treatment" session; she had been due her second session five days after the first one, but was spared through "medical grounds", as nurse Corrigan delicately put it. Now though the day was with her, and all morning she had been dreading the call to the Treatment Room.

Veronica had never felt so alone as she did this morning, Jonathan her friend and confident had, as he had predicted, been released into the care of his parents. So now Veronica had no one other than the Irish nurse that she could talk to.
Nurse Corrigan was real a mystery to Veronica; she seemed to hold her work and the other staff members with a degree of disdain. It wasn't so much what she said, but the way that she said it that led Veronica to believe that the nurse Corrigan's heart was not really in her job. The other members of the nursing and for that matter the domestic staff, seemed to enjoy the powers that they held over the inmates. Nurse Corrigan though seemed more interested in just making sure that the place ran smoothly, though no one should be fooled into taking this as any sign of weakness. The strap that she wore from her belt was not there for decoration, but she did use it sparingly, and did not seem to garner any enjoyment from it's usage. Unlike, many of the nurses, who seemed to relish their role as disciplinarians, though not being punished herself Veronica had witnessed other inmates tasting the belt on their bottoms. As all of the summary punishments were doled out there and then, with no sensitivity for the inmates privacy, Veronica had noticed that the three other girls she had seen receiving the strap were like herself locked in chastity belts.

After Jonathan had left, nurse Corrigan had noticed how quiet and withdrawn Veronica had become, so she took it upon herself to engage Veronica in conversation whenever she could. She also introduced Veronica to the small and little used library provided for the inmates. For the first time in her life, Veronica started to read properly, to read for the pure entertainment and escapism from her current surroundings. At the moment, she was reading Jane Eyre; the book haunted her; it seemed to be steeped in allusions to corporal punishment, and the poor girl like herself, was drifting from one crisis to the next.
Veronica drew many parallels with herself, similarities that only two weeks ago she would have thought to be laughable. For all of the reading though, Veronica could not help but notice how much she missed young Mr. Carter.
She missed his ready wit, and the way he always managed to find the silver lining no matter how stormy the sky. She also missed his cheeky demeanour, and his openness about all things. After her first session that morning in the treatment room, Jonathan was in for his first session in the afternoon, that evening as they had dinner together Jonathan spoke of his treatment session.

"I imagine that we both got similar treatment, well as similar as it can be under our differing circumstances." Jonathan said a wicked grin on his face. " I was stripped from the waist down and made to sit up on a stirrup bench, once the dammed belt came off my little soldier stood straight to attention like a Coldstream Guard."

As Jonathan laughed at his little joke, Veronica could feel her face redden as it always did with Jonathan's flirtatious manner.

"Tell you what though, I don't know about how it went for you, but that miss Brompton certainly knows how to get a chap to the edge without letting him fall over! After almost an hour, she had my balls aching with all her stop starts."

Now rather than being embarrassed, Veronica was downright confused by Jonathan's ramblings.

"But when she caned me I finally managed to spend much to her disgust, and annoyance!" Jonathan said giggling to himself.

Veronica felt her heart go into her mouth at the mention of the cane. She knew the cane was sometimes used at home for the discipline of staff, and she also knew how the maids used to dread that above all other sanctions. What perturbed but also encouraged her, was the way that Jonathan seemed to have relished his treatment session, it made her odd thoughts seem that little bit more normal.

"Surely it was terrible being caned?" She asked.

"Well the way I see it is if you have to be caned it is best from a pretty woman!" Jonathan answered, and then continued. "At school it was always from the masters, so not quite the same, and of course her pre-caning was exquisite you can tell she really enjoys her job."

Remembering her own time in the treatment room with Miss Brompton, Veronica could not help but nod, then blushed yet again at the realisation of her involuntary movement of agreement. That though was all almost a fortnight ago, and now she faced her new session with no one to confide in. Sitting waiting on nurse Corrigan's arrival, Veronica reflected on her strange dreams. She and Jonathan both at university together, did this even happen, young ladies and gentleman going to the same classes?
Their teacher was Miss Brompton, which of course could only happen in a dream scape, a woman teaching at university, even more so, one so young. In all her dreams Miss Brompton was a strict disciplinarian, sometimes it would be Veronica on the wrong side of her, other times it would be Jonathan. All times though the punishments were meted out onto their bare bottoms. All times, the punishment was in front of the rest of the class. A knock at her door brought her crashing back into reality, the door opened and in walked nurse Corrigan.

"Miss Bowman, it's time for your treatment." The Irish nurse said almost apologetically. "Remember, Miss it's best not to make any fuss!"

Veronica nodded, and managed a weak smile, as she stood and followed the nurse to the "Treatment Room". Upon entering, Dr. Dewbury welcomed Veronica with a cheery good morning, while Miss Brompton looked on with her usual half smile, as nurse Corrigan started to help Veronica to disrobe and unlocked her chastity belt, then helped her up onto the chair strapping her in like the last time.

"Dr. Dewbury," Miss Brompton said. "I have been giving this young ladies predicament a great deal of thought, and have decided to try another approach. This method should either confirm, or refute, the fact that she is indeed sexually excited by corporal punishment."

Veronica felt so ashamed lying back on the seat, naked from the waist down, with her legs spread in such a lewd manner as Miss Brompton and Dr. Dewbury talked over the top of her as if she was not even in the room with them. As they talked Miss Brompton's fingers trailed idly on Veronica's naked upper thigh, Veronica closed her eyes tight and tried to think herself out of the room.

"Well I think you may as well begin now," said Dr. Dewbury. "pelvic massage to begin with?"

"Yes I believe so, I think I will bring her to the edge of completion a couple of times before applying the strap."

"The strap?" Asked the doctor. "Do you think that will be necessary for your experiment?"

"Yes that is my experiment, It will be to the hands, not to the young ladies posterior. That should prove one way or another if her passion lies in the receiving of corporal punishment."

"Ah yes! Very scientific that will rule out the strap causing the engorgement of blood to her pudenda being the trigger for her feminine hysteria, very good, Miss Brompton." Said the doctor beaming at his protege, nurse Corrigan looking on, merely shook her head slowly.

Now that Veronica knew what was going to be coming her way, she couldn't get it out of her mind. Even as Miss Brompton's fingers started to work at her femininity, all Veronica could think of was that strap coming down across her hand. She remembered once talking to of her two cousins, who were not home schooled as Veronica was, they had both regaled Veronica with tales of how they were punished at school. It would seem that never a day went by without some pupil being called up to the front of the class to receive either the strap or the cane across their hands. As Miss Brompton's torturous fingers continued their teasing, Veronica's mind wandered, she was back in the college classroom of her recent dreams. For some misdemeanour, she didn't know what, Veronica was at the front of the class.
Her fellow students all smiling, knowing what fate was about to befall her, this time it was not going to be a spanking or caning to her naked bottom, this time it would be her hands that were to receive the pain.
Veronica felt the strange waves building up in her lower body again, bringing her back to the room, she could also hear an odd sloshing sound, then realised that the noise was, in fact, coming from her, caused by Miss Brompton's ministrations. Veronica bit on her lower lip in shame, but also at the expectation of the rush about to engulf her.
Then Miss Brompton's fingers stopped, leaving her hanging on the edge of the cliff of bliss, just the gentlest of touches would be all it needed to take her over that edge. That touch never came.
Three more times in the next half hour Miss Brompton took Veronica to the rim of the precipice, and each time sensing how close she was Miss Brompton stopped just short of completion. Finally Veronica, who was now in a daze of confusion and frustration, was untied from the dentist's chair.

"Miss Bowman, you will now receive six strokes of the strap across your hands, to help rid your mind of the filthy thoughts, that are now no doubt in residence." Miss Brompton announced. "Three on each hand. You will lift your hand straight out in front of you, at just under shoulder height, either hand first it matters not a jot."

Veronica, just stood there, staring blankly ahead.

"Now please Miss Bowman!" Miss Brompton demanded.

Shaking, Veronica held her left hand out palm up, hardly daring to look at her young torturer. Miss Brompton tapped the underside of Veronica's proffered hand to get it to the correct height. Then without warning, she slashed the leather strap across the fleshiest part of Veronica's delicate palm. The initial sting of leather was harsh enough; the impact catching her by surprise and making her gasp out in pain, soon though that sting was replaced by a deep burning feeling. Veronica though, to Miss Brompton's annoyance, kept her hand in place waiting for the next blow. Already in her minds eye, transported off to her imaginary classroom. In this classroom, she was the put upon heroine, bravely taking an unwarranted punishment from a cruel teacher. The next cut of the strap, almost broke her fantasy as it to fell onto almost the exact same target area of the first. Still though Veronica held firm, in her mind's eye, her resolve was being watched and admired by Jonathan Carter as she waited hand held firm for the third bite of the strap. The third though was much different; Miss Brompton in her determination to break Veronica deliberately targeted not Veronica's palm, but chose instead to unleash her strap onto Veronica's fingers.
The burning pain across her fingers brought Veronica hurtling back into the reality of Dr. Dewbury's treatment room. In an automatic reflex to try and squash the pain Veronica thrust her hand between her thighs.
This was an even better result than the one that Miss Brompton was hoping for. Throwing the strap onto the dentist's chair, Miss Brompton then roughly grabbed Veronica's shoulder, and proceeded to give her bare bottom a sound, harsh spanking.

What a sight the two young girls made!

Veronica naked from the waist down almost dancing a circular jig trying to avoid Miss Bromton's stingy palm.

"I cannot believe such licentious behaviour, here in front of us all, proof that you are a compulsive onanist!" Miss Brompton chided Veronica.

"No! Please miss; I... I... was just trying... my fingers they hurt so much!" Veronica pleaded between slaps. Once that she was satisfied that she had made her point to both Veronica, and Dr. Dewbury, Miss Brompton stopped the impromptu spanking. "Right! Stand up straight girl, and put you other hand out, we are only halfway remember!"

Miss Brompton demanded all pretense of polite deference now gone from her voice.
Veronica obeyed, after all what else could she do?

Waiting with her right hand held out; time seemed to alter, seemed to slow down, almost to the point that she would swear that she could see the strap clearly tracking through the air on its journey to her hand. That impact, the first one on her right hand was enough. That impact, coupled with her warm naked bottom and Miss Brompton's earlier attention to her sex was all it took, as she was finally released into an engulfing orgasm.

Wide eyed Miss Brompton looked on as Veronica reached her sexual release. "There you have it Doctor, proof positive." Miss Brompton said, with a note of triumph in her voice. "Nurse can you help Miss Bowman get dressed, please? She will be finding her fingers a little uncomfortable at the moment."

Frowning, nurse Corrigan did as requested, as Miss Brompton and Dr Dewbury talked over Veronica's predicament.

"Perhaps, Doctor we should consider more radical treatment?" Miss Brompton said almost in a whisper.

"No, her mother expressly forbade that," replied the doctor."but I would like to ask her about Miss Bowman's earlier upbringing."

Trying hard to make sense of what they were talking about, only confused Veronica even more.

"I really am going mad." she thought to herself, as nurse Corrigan relocked her chastity belt.


PART 8


Jonathan Carter was on the edge of his seat, literally on the edge of the seat. Sitting in the centre of his parent's growler one hand either side of him, his fingers nervously drumming on the leather seat. Jonathan wished that the journey was longer, as the carriage swung into the drive of Millicent Bowman's country house. To his shame, he half hoped that Mrs. Bowman was at her London residence so this meeting would not take place. What seemed so clear and logical only half an hour ago, now seemed silly and stupid. Stepping out from the carriages interior, he asked his driver to wait, telling him to catch himself forty winks as he could be some time. Gathering his nerve he walked up to the large imposing door and rang the bell.

The door was replaced by a wall. A wall in the shape of Belmont, Mrs. Bowman's large shaven headed butler.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?" Asked the butler.

"I'm here to see Mrs. Bowman, my name is Jonathan Carter and I wish to discuss some things reference her daughter Veronica." Jonathan said in his best authoritative voice.

"I shall see if she is in to you sir."

"Tell her I won't leave here without seeing her." Jonathan said, though without real conviction.

Belmont looked the young girlish boy up and down. "Really sir," he said, a half smile crossing his face. "is that right sir?"

"Er...Yes... Yes my good man it is right." Jonathan said, unnerved by the butlers steady gaze and intimidating manner.

As the butler wandered off, Jonathan again doubted the wisdom of this visit, to get her to agree to his offer seemed like a forlorn hope the more he thought about it. Then he saw the butler returning.

"Sir could you follow me please; Mrs. Bowman shall see you in her study." The gruff looking butler announced, and Jonathan duly followed him.

Upon entering, the study Jonathan was shocked. He already knew from what Veronica had told him that Mrs. Bowman was young, but he hadn't been prepared for just how young, or how pretty.

"Please take a seat young man." Millicent said smiling at Jonathan. "I hear you want to talk of my daughter, I'm sorry to say she is not here at the moment. She is... lets just say, away for a while."

"I know madam, I know because I have just come from the same place." Jonathan said, trying his hardest to keep the quiver from his voice, then noticing that the butler had not left the room he added. "What I have to say is for your ears only madam!" Jonathan knew that he now had Millicent Bowman's full attention; he also noticed that she flicked her eyes almost questionably towards the butler lurking behind him.

"I believe that there is no need for Belmont to leave; he has my complete confidence in his discretion," Millicent replied much to Jonathan's surprise, then added. "also the rather confrontational way that you addressed him earlier, has him worried about my safety."

Jonathan picked up on the sarcasm in her voice, as she intended him to, and to his annoyance he could feel his face burning up under her mischievous smile. This was not going as he had planned. He had hoped that today would be good practice for when he qualified as a lawyer, good practice at putting a case to a judge and jury. Already she had him cowed and embarrassed with only two sentences and a smile.

"I have come here with a proposition for you, Mrs. Bowman," Jonathan said, his heart pounding in his ears. "I would like the hand of your daughter in marriage, with your permission of course."

Now it was Millicent that was thrown and confused, this was not at all what she was expecting. Though, in truth, she didn't really know what to expect from this pale, frail looking boy, but the asking of Veronica's hand was a real shock to the point that she found herself dumbstruck.

"I know that you would wish for me to continue my studies, before we actually wed, so we both already know that this will be a long engagement." Jonathan said, sensing that to a certain degree he had if not turned the tables, he had certainly shook them.

"You seem like a sensitive and sensible young man," Millicent replied. "but you already know that my daughter is currently in an asylum for the mentally disturbed. So any thoughts of marriage, are for the moment at least out of the question."

"Yes madam, we both also that you had her placed in there for reasons of your own, and can just as easily have her released." Jonathan his voice lifting slightly towards the end of the sentence, causing Millicent's eyebrows to arch in annoyance.

"For you information young man, it was Dr. Dewbury, and two other doctors that diagnosed my daughters sickness and all I am doing is following his recommendations for her treatment!"

Jonathan could see that he was coming very close to breaking Millicent's temper, rather than swaying her towards his thinking, he had to back track. Back track very quickly.

"Mrs. Bowman, I apologise. I'm sure that you don't fully understand the type of so called treatment that Dr. Dewbury employs at your expense." These words seemed to have appeased Millicent to some extent, Jonathan continued. "Also you won't be aware of the deep regret that Veronica feels towards you. The deep regret that she has that, instead of welcoming you to the family the way a dutiful step daughter should have, she shunned you and tried to turn her late father against you, instead of ceding to your advances of love and friendship. Also, she recognises that her father's will had been amended by him, when he was in a state of should we say mental instability. She wishes to legally, reverse the terms of the will, giving you the three quarters of the estate instead of herself." Jonathan noticed that again Millicent seemed to be giving her butler a quizzical look, nothing blatant only a fleeting arching of the eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, you seemed to have had a wasted journey. It is not as simple as may think to have someone realised once they have been placed in such an establishment. Also...."

"Perhaps if I tell you more of how Dr. Dewbury's clinic is run it may perhaps change your mind." Jonathan said cutting Millicent short; then he continued to tell Millicent sparing her no details of how exactly the place was run by the so called nurses. Then finally summing up by saying.

"So you see madam, Dr.Dewbury and his assistant are seemingly using the clinic to gratify their own sexual urges. You also know even better than I that Veronica, due to her home schooling and sheltered upbringing is somewhat lacking in social skills. I would think that now with me gone she will be feeling marginalised and alone. I know that that was never your intention."

Millicent sat back in her chair stunned. Stunned, by this young mans bluntness and lack of tact, in describing the events that had befallen both Veronica and himself. Stunned, by the fact that she had tacitly agreed to Dr.Dewbury's bizarre treatment of her daughter. Stunned, by the fact that this young man could profess to read her mind in matters concerning her step-daughter.

"Still, Mr. Carter, if I were to - and I'm not saying that I would - decide to remove Veronica from the clinic. I'm still not at all sure of you as a suitable suitor for my daughter!"

"Mrs. Bowman, you should look upon our union as you're gaining a son rather than losing a daughter." Jonathan said beaming, feeling that he had again in part won her over.

"Yes, but what kind of son in law would I be gaining?" Millicent said, shaking her head. "A one who comes to my house, and threatens my butler. Not the best of beginnings young man, is it?"

"You will find me to be your most dutiful servant madam." Jonathan said, giving Millicent a slight bow with his head.

A small, almost mischievous smile appeared on Millicent's face, as she again looked past Jonathan in the direction of her butler. "Perhaps we should put your fanciful words to the test, and gauge how serious you are in your intentions to my daughter?"

Jonathan nodded, though not at all sure to what he was agreeing to.

"You say you will be my most dutiful servant," Millicent continued, her arms now upon her desk, her upper body leaning towards Jonathan, her eyes in full contact with his. "for your information, Mr. Carter, this house is ruled by the rod. My servants, even the most dutiful are liable to fall under it. As a test, as proof of good will, are you willing to fall under it also I wonder?"

Jonathan swallowed hard, realising now to what Millicent was alluding to. He nodded.

"Belmont, fetch me a cane!" Millicent ordered her ever present butler.

Jonathan and Millicent both sat in silence waiting for Belmont's return, both locked in their own thoughts. Jonathan reflecting upon what a strange couple of weeks this has turned out to be. Millicent thinking of Veronica's plight and her young suitor sitting oppositely and what to do about the two of them.

The door opened, and Jonathan could hear Belmont's heavy footfall behind him, he watched as Millicent rose from her chair and strode out from behind her desk, then he heard Belmont's voice.

"As you required ma'am." Belmont said, handing Millicent the thin yellow whippy looking cane.

Millicent cut a practice stroke through the air, causing Jonathan to wince and start up in his seat. "I take it you were thrashed at school young man, so the time at Dr. Dewbury's would not have been such a shock to you?"

"Yes madam, but only by the masters, never by a lady, leastways not until I was put into that clinic." Jonathan replied, his mind going back to the erotically charged treatment room, and Dr. Dewbury's enthusiastic young assistant.

"Belmont, what figure do you suggest six of the best maybe?" Millicent asked her over obliging butler.

"No ma'am I would think a strapping young man like this could take eight without much of a problem!" Belmont replied, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

"Then eight it shall be," Millicent said almost gleefully, again cutting another air stroke with the cane. "Mr.Carter if you could prepare yourself please. I think across my desk will be more than adequate. Oh and, by the way, all punishments in my house are carried out on the bare skin."

Jonathan looked at Millicent, but he saw a different person to the young pretty woman that he saw when he first came into the study. He was now looking at a very self assured lady, one not to be trifled or bargained with.

"So, Mr.Carter, is my dutiful servant going to fall at the very first hurdle I wonder?"

"No, I am not." Jonathan replied, his fingers going to his belt and then unbuttoning his flies. He quickly lowered his trousers and underwear then went to bend across the desk.

"No!" Millicent stopped him. "Not quite yet. As we are now in this position, it would be remiss of me not to check exactly what my daughter is letting herself in for. Please turn around so I can have a proper look at you."

Jonathan obeyed, his hands falling down to cover his now well erect penis.

"Hands upon the top of your head, please sir!" Millicent ordered the red faced youth. As Jonathan obeyed, Millicent's eyes opened wide in sheer shock. "Belmont, I do believe that this young gentleman has intentions upon me, going by the state of him?" Millicent said her cane tapping at Jonathan's full blown manhood.

"Ah! Ma'am that is not always the case." Belmont said breaking his silence. "I have on occasion noticed that whilst chastising a stable boy or a young footman, a similar tumescence to occur. It is something that they have no real control of."

"Oh indeed! How strange, and almost flattering." Millicent said almost grinning at her butler. "I don't have a great deal of experience in such matters, but this young man seems to be very well endowed. I am wondering now if sweet Veronica could bear being impaled on such a formidable weapon as this?"

"Perhaps ma'am," Belmont said sighing loudly. "it is his skinny legs that give the impression of a larger than normal endowment?"

"Mmm... maybe you are correct." Millicent said lacking conviction in her words. "Back to the matter in hand, if you could please bend over, and push your nether regions out for me young sir, we can begin."

Jonathan was glad of this instruction, anything to get their prying eyes of his genitals.

"Belmont, as this is a young man, rather than one of the maids should I lay the cane in harder do you think?"

"No ma'am, I have always found that a male posterior lacks some of the padding that a female carries." Belmont said, then added sarcastically. "Also this particularly skinny posterior offers almost no padding at all.

Millicent nodded in an agreement, then without warning brought the first cut across Jonathan's unprotected behind. The slash of the cane caught him by surprise; his head arched back in shock but to Millicent's disappointment he did not call out. In fact, he did not call out until the sixth stroke fell, and that stroke Millicent aimed at the join between the bottom and the rear of his thighs. From her own experience at boarding school, she knew that to be killer stroke. Each time he sat down, or stood up over the next two days he would have a sharp reminder of his time over her desk. The last two strokes followed in rapid succession, not really allowing Jonathan the time to re-adjust to the feeling in his upper thighs, each cut causing a shout of pain.

Millicent was quite pleased with her handiwork as she told Jonathan. "Re-adjust your clothing and wait out in the hallway, I have things that I wish to discuss with Belmont." Then paraphrasing Jonathan's earlier statement, she added. "These word are for his ears only!"

Millicent showed the hobbling Jonathan to the door, then closed it behind him as he left the room, then she felt Belmont's right hand sharply hit her bottom. Most of the force of the blow was dissipated by her dress and multi layers of petticoats, still though it caught her by surprise.

"What on earth do you think you are doing my man?" She asked her butler.

"Sorry ma'am, I just thought that you were so enamoured by that young man's cocker, you wouldn't notice me smacking your arse!"

The butler replied.

Millicent laughed heartily and replied. "Well you have to admit it was rather large, skinny legs or not!"

"Millie, what are you going to do about Veronica?" The butler asked; professional deference now gone from his voice. "We can't have her rotting and going mad in that place!"


PART 9


Veronica lay on her bed reading Jane Eyre, with each turn of the page she was reminded of her recent visit to the treatment room. Her fingers felt like large painful sausages after her hand strapping; she tried to lose herself in her book, but the constant throbbing in her fingers prevented this. As she read of the madwoman in the attic; she wondered how long her grip on sanity could hold out in this strange establishment.
Then she heard the noise of a carriage on the pebbled drive outside. Curiosity getting the better of her she put down her book and went to the window.

"Another poor wretch." She whispered to herself as she watched the carriage's progress towards the building.

Oddly the driver seemed familiar to her but she just couldn't pin point him. The carriage stopped, and the driver climbed down and opened the door to help out a lady.

That lady was her step-mother!

Then she realised that the driver was Belmont the butler, but now he was shaven headed and looking every bit of a carnival wrestler. She also noticed that Belmont's helping hand seemed to linger that little bit too long on Millicent's hand. That little bit too familiar and intimate!

Then to her further confusion, after Millicent had been helped down to the ground, out from the carriage emerged another figure, that of Jonathan Carter. Seeing Jonathan together with her step-mother made Veronica's heart leap into her mouth. What on earth could this mean?

Feeling quite faint, Veronica flumped back onto her bed staring at the ceiling in mixture of confusion and excitement.

There had really been little to decide upon for Millicent, after she had heard Jonathan's description of Dr. Dewbury's clinic. The only problem was the will, would she once released stick to the bargain that Jonathan had offered?
As always she found Belmont to be her saviour, he had a plan that would allow for Veronica's release, but also keep Millicent in control of the family assets. She had decided to go and see Dr. Dewbury the following morning, but Belmont said.

"Why put off what you can do today? I'll tell cook to make a meal for Mr. Carter's driver and the three of us can go there now. We shall have this all sorted in time for dinner tonight."

She smiled and nodded at her secret lover.

Jonathan Carter of course was more than happy to lend out his parent's carriage, to him all time that was saved was a premium.

Millicent couldn't help but have a little smile, as Jonathan gingerly sat himself down on the leather bench seat next to her. Her recent caning of him still making all leg movements for him a pain filled experience.

"Are you quite comfortable now young man?" She asked, not even trying to suppress her smile.

"Yes Ma'am." He answered good heartily, happy at the way today's events had finally turned out, it was all up to Millicent now he had played out his part in Veronica's release.

Upon arrival at Dr. Dewbury's Belmont helped Millicent down from the carriage, then marched off purposefully to the main building and rapped hard upon the front door.

By the time the maid came to answer the door, both Jonathan and Millicent had caught up with Belmont. The maid, having first recognised Jonathan, was initially taken aback, but before she could say anything she was almost lifted to one side by Belmont striding into the main hallway, Belmont recognised nurse Corrigan standing by the reception desk.

"Good afternoon, nurse Corrigan," He almost bellowed, his voice echoing around the reception area and the stairwell. "I trust you remember Mrs. Bowman?"

"Yes I do indeed," She answered, amazed at such an intrusion. "I did not know you had an appointment to see Dr. Dewbury today ma'am."

"I haven't," Millicent said."but before I see that odious little creature, I would like to have a little chat with you. Could you spare me a little time, perhaps a stroll around the grounds?"

Nurse Corrigan nodded though somewhat uneasy at Mrs. Bowman's strange manner.

"I have a little proposition that I would like to discuss with you." Millicent said, then hooked arms with the older nurse and walked her out into the clinic's grounds.

Jonathan and Belmont followed, but only as far as the steps to the main entrance where Belmont gently tapped Jonathan's shoulder and said.

"We will wait here, Sir, I'm sure they won't be too long."

Jonathan looked at the poker faced butler, as always Belmont's face was a blank page giving nothing away, so all Jonathan could do was, watch, wait and wonder. After what had seemed like an age to Jonathan, the two ladies returned arms still linked, still both deep in conversation.

When they reached the steps, Nurse Corrigan gave Jonathan a big smile and Millicent said. "Belmont, I think it is time that we should bring Veronica home."

"Of course, Ma'am, will you be needing my assistance?"Belmont answered in his well practiced deadpan manner.

Millicent looked at the nurse who slowly nodded. "Yes, Belmont I believe it would be better to have you by my side. Dr. Dewbury may prove to be a little awkward, and you always seem to remove people's awkward edge, just by being there."

"Very good, Ma'am." Belmont replied, a trace of a smile on his lips.

For Millicent, the conversation with nurse Corrigan had been both very informative, and very profitable. Nurse Corrigan had confirmed all the things that young Mr. Carter had told her. Also, nurse Corrigan had told her a few things that Mr. Carter wasn't aware of. Dr. Dewbury's assistant was actually his niece from his wife's side of the family, and until Marion Brompton had come to the clinic, Dr. Dewbury had run the institution on a fairly normal basis. Since Marion's arrival, however, the level of corporal punishment, both as a punishment for transgressions and more recently as a form of therapy had greatly increased. It would seem that the hapless doctor was in thrall of his niece, and would go along with all her suggestions no matter how bizarre, and her favourite theme was that of curing the inmates of all onanistic tendencies.
Millicent could see in Marion echoes of herself though Millicent reasoned all the punishments she inflicted or had Belmont inflict were just. Whereas in this establishment they were only for the doctor and his niece's own personal sexual gratification. There was no way that she could allow Veronica to stay here another moment, she also knew that the doctor could prove to be a bit of a problem with the realisation of the lost revenue that he was about to incur.

The three of them followed nurse Corrigan to the treatment room, the nurse opened the door without knocking, and they all entered the room. Millicent was shocked by the sight that greeted them. Dr. Dewbury and nurse Moore were both leaning against the wall by the window, engrossed in watching his niece strapping the naked bottom and thighs of a lady in her forties. The poor lady was locked in the dentist chair; her legs hoisted high in the air and held in a debasing "V" shape. Her open vagina completely displayed to all in sundry.

Belmont took immediate action, striding forward and picking up a blanket to try and cover the poor woman's modesty. All hell then broke loose; the woman in the chair started screaming in her shame; Dr.Dewbury's face took on the complexion of a ghost and his niece ran back to get behind the chair.

Nurse Moore shouted out. "What's happening here... who are you... what's going on?"

"Ah! So you must be the fat jolly one are you?" Millicent inquired of the nurse.

Normally nurse Moore would take a remark like that from no one, but there was something about this small young lady that made her hold her tongue. Something in the way she held herself, her self assurance, made nurse Moore more than a little uneasy. "Yes... well I suppose I am known for my... er jolliness.. er ma'am."

"Could you please make this lady decent, and return her to her room." Millicent ordered. "Then bring my daughter in here that would be Veronica Bowman, we have things to discuss with the good doctor."

Nurse Moore went to pick up the chastity belt off the desk top.

"Not that ridiculous contraption you foolish woman!" Millicent shouted at the befuddled nurse. "Just make her as decent as you can."

Then Millicent turned her attention to Dr. Dewbury, as the nurse followed out her orders. "Before we go any further doctor, I would like to re-introduce you to Mr. Belmont. So just in case you have any ideas of ringing for your porters to eject us, I should warn you, if only for their safety, that Mr. Belmont is indeed as cantankerous and as dangerous as he looks."

"I am sure madam that there will be no call for any unpleasantness." Dr. Dewbury replied, his voice shaking under Belmont's glaring stare.

Nurse Moore quickly scuttled out of the room with her charge now untied and dressed, Millicent's voice ringing in her ears.

"Hurry back with my daughter!"

"May I suggest that I go and get Veronica?" Nurse Corrigan asked. "I think our sudden appearance has rather thrown nurse Moore"

"Yes, a capital idea, thank you." Millicent replied, her voice suddenly softening as she nodded to nurse Corrigan.

"So... Mrs. Bowman have you come to see how Veronica is doing?" Dr. Dewbury asked, knowing only too well that this was not the reason for her unannounced arrival. The presence of Jonathan Carter had already spelt that out to him.

"No, I have come to take her home, we will be leaving in about a quarter of an hour or so." Millicent said, then looking at Marion added. "After I have sorted out a little unfinished business, with your overly eager assistant here."

"Firstly madam... ahem.. you cannot just leave with Veronica, as you know she has been certified and placed, placed by your good self, into my care. Without a signed document from myself or another doctor, it would be impossible for you to take her home. She is though making great strides in her... er.. recovery."

Millicent had expected words to this effect coming from the doctor, even if his tone lacked any real conviction, he was after all only trying to secure his livelihood.

"She will receive the best of medical care at home Dr. Dewbury, as a single patient." Millicent said, then added her coup-de-grace. "Your very own head nurse has kindly taken me up on the offer, to come and work for me in the care of my daughter, and also in the health of my factory workers. I had been considering introducing a health program in my various businesses; I have been advised that it would prove to be cost effective." Millicent said glancing at Belmont, and allowing herself a little smile towards her lover. "So I see no legal hindrance to us leaving with Veronica today, do you Mr. Carter?"

"No Ma'am, none at all." The young law student enthused, impressed, by the way, his future mother in law had not only secured Veronica's release, but had also protected herself from him and Veronica going back upon their agreement reference the late Mr. Bowman's will.

The door opened again and in walked nurse Corrigan and a pale, confused looking Veronica. "Ah, good!" Millicent said upon seeing her daughter and her newest employee. "We are nearly finished here."

"Mrs. Bowman, this is all very unconventional!" Dr. Dewbury protested.

"I, as you will find, am an unconventional woman. Nurse Coriggan could you please remind me of the welcoming dose of the strap that greets each new patient here." Millicent said; her eyes locked on Marion Brompton.

"Four strokes, ma'am." The Irish nurse reminded her.

"In this case four strokes seem hardly enough," Millicent said, her face clouded with concern as she tried to think of a figure, then she announced. "six strokes each that makes a nice even dozen."

"What makes an even dozen?" Dr. Dewbury asked, lost off by the conversation's twists and turnings.

"By way of reparation to my daughter and Mr. Carter, Miss Brompton shall receive six strokes of the strap across her bottom from both Mr. Carter and Veronica." Millicent said to Dr. Dewbury, though all the time looking at the now terrified Marion. "After receiving a good belting herself, she may in the future not be quite so cavalier in the usage of corporal punishment!"

"No, Madam, that is a step too far, I cannot allow it!" Dr. Dewbury replied indignantly, his niece now cowering behind him.

"Oh dear," Millicent said her voice full of pantomime regret. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Mr. Carter, as my legal adviser what would you say the chances of a successful prosecution would be if you and Veronica sued the good doctor for assault upon yourselves whilst in his care?"

"Er..." Jonathan tried to collect his thoughts, shocked not only by the question, but also by his sudden appointment as legal adviser, he answered honestly though. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bowman, but a case in these circumstances would be doomed to failure."

Millicent nodded, then smiled. "The case though would be in a public court, and I would think the salacious details of the treatments here would attract a lot of press attention. Would I be right in my thinking Mr. Carter?"

Jonathan failed to suppress his grin as he answered. "Yes, as always you would be right in your thinking Mrs. Bowman, such a case would invoke a great deal of interest."

Now beaten already, Dr. Dewbury made one last attempt to save his niece. "Your reputation, Mrs. Bowman would be in tatters if such a case came to court, you too would come out of it all badly!"

"Oh, dear doctor as I told you before, I am not a conventional woman, and the opinions of polite society have little impact upon me," Millicent told the doctor, her face a picture of total apathy. "All I care about is the price of commodities, and the good will of my staff who look upon me as a benevolent - if at times a somewhat strict - employer. You, on the other hand rely on word of mouth and your good name. I wonder also what your dear wife would make of all the details of your treatments here, or for that matter her sister, Marion's mother?"

The doctor now knew he was fighting a lost cause; she could be bluffing, but it wasn't worth the risk to his private life or his business to call her hand. He turned to Marion and nodded to her. She to knew there was no choice in the matter, a scandal like this would ruin her chances of marriage, who would want to marry someone that had been embroiled in such a scandal.

"Good it is all settled then!" Millicent exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "Mr. Carter could you please help Miss Brompton get prepared, as you will be familiar with the strange workings of that chair."

Marion gulped; she had hoped for just a quick strapping perhaps over the desk or across the knee, not locked in her own contraption, her virginal charms on lewd display.

Jonathan didn't need to be told twice; he first went to a drawer in the desk and got four brooch pins then beckoned Marion to his side. With no real choice in the matter Marion complied, then closed her eyes in shame as he lifted her thin white skirt high up above her hips, and then pinned it into place into her blouse. Next he loosened the silk bow drawstring of her cream drawers; Marion was close to tears as she felt the cold air on her most intimate and secret parts. Jonathan tapped at her feet indicating for her to step clear of her underwear, then he helped her up onto the chair and after locking her arms in place, he then set about getting her legs in the required, overly revealing "V" position.

Millicent then handed him nurse Corrigan's strap and said to him. "Six strokes, please make sure they are good ones!"

For all of his earlier protestations on behalf of his niece, Dr. Dewbury did not miss the opportunity to take up an advantageous viewpoint for her correction. The chance to see her often dreamt about charms on display, could not be missed, the centre point of his non too avuncular fantasies.

Jonathan did not let Millicent down, soon the room was full of the sound of Marion Brompton's rueful screams, as somewhat to Millicent's surprise the thin young gentleman managed to put a good deal of venom into each stroke.

Veronica for her part felt almost on the edge of swooning as she watched the proceedings. First there was the shock of seeing the three of them arrive at the clinic, then being brought down to the treatment room for the second time today had filled her with dread.
Then upon entering the room she was thrown into added confusion. She was going home today; Jonathan was now Millicent's legal advisor - even though he was not yet qualified - and before leaving she was going to be given the chance to wreak revenge on the loathsome Miss Brompton, it was all nearly too much for her to take in. Then before she knew it, it was her turn with the strap as Jonathan handed it to her whispering.

"Don't worry, everything is all sorted, we will soon be out of here and on the way home."

"Not that quickly." She thought to herself as she stepped forward.

The strap in still aching fingers felt so strange, so surprisingly heavy, but she had a plan in her head. Standing to the left of Miss Brompton's splayed legs she brought the strap across her bottom. Marion sighed in relief at the relative weakness of the stroke compared to the previous six she had just received. Unperturbed by the less than spectacular reaction of her victim, Veronica moved to the right hand side of her trapped victim. She seemed to study Marion's right hip closely before bringing down her next stroke, again this only elicited a deep sigh.

Millicent was of a mind to take over for the other strokes, she even made a move to step forward, then she noticed Belmont shake his head at her; she checked herself; he was correct; this was Veronica's decision.

Veronica again repeated the same strange ritual, of alternating from side to side, each time checking Marion's hips for some reason. The fifth stroke made Veronica's strange ritual crystal clear to all in the room.
Veronica had known that she could not belt Miss Brompton with the strength that Jonathan had. She would have to rely upon aim to get the maximum effect, the first four strokes were merely to get the feel of the belt in her hand, and to understand it's arc. The fifth stroke, she aimed not so much at Miss Brompton's bottom, but at her upper thigh. She also laid it on short, so it caught only the left thigh; the strap bent in on it's self. The tip, the fastest moving part of the instrument curled in cutting at Miss Brompton's labia. Marion screamed in a mixture of shock and pain, no sooner had the echo of that scream in the tiled room died down, than it was replaced by another as Veronica changed sides, and with equal accuracy brought the strap down for the final time. Veronica dropped the strap onto the floor and said.

"Please mother, can we go home now?"

Millicent smiled, for the first time ever Veronica had called her mother without a hint of any sarcasm or hatred in her voice.



THE END