Ruled by the Rod (6 page)

I could not
hope to wholly succeed, of course. Perhaps Marion could have
endured to the end, but she is braver than I and, moreover, of some
seven years more maturity. But twelve cuts of that awful rod seem,
eventually, to penetrate to one's very soul, each one like a hand
twisting that poor weak female thing until it screams inside one.
As it is, I hope I did not disgrace papa, for I only cried out from
the seventh stroke, which caught me lower than I had been
expecting. The shock was such that I involuntarily clenched behind,
and papa had to speak sharply to me to get me to open up my
buttocks again. For the rest of my dozen I fought hard to hold them
relaxed and spread, but it is well known that, once the dam has
burst, it is difficult to keep the waters pent up, and I could not
entirely suppress the screams that rose to my throat while my tears
were quite unconfined.

When the last
of the dreadful dozen had ebbed down for the unbearable agony of
its flood, papa handed the yellow cane to the doctor, asking, 'And
what is your opinion now, sir?'

'I think she
does you credit, sir,' the man of healing replied. 'Quite
commendable fortitude for the first half, though there is still
scope to train her to endure further. Certainly her flesh will go a
great deal further.'

'Very well,'
my father seemed quite pleased with this reply, 'perhaps you would
lay on the extra trio she earned at your expense.'

I had somewhat
recovered myself in the respite afforded by this exchange, and
determined to set up my defences once again. But I had reckoned
without the doctor who, I learnt later, had much experience of
female correction and the means of breaking their resistance. At
measured intervals, spaced so that I was caught at the crest of the
proceeding wave by the new cut searing into my flesh, he drove
three excruciating strokes into my thighs, just an inch below that
soft crease that divided the rounded resilience of my buttocks from
my legs. I shrieked in protest, digging my nails into the leather
of the chair and, after the last, my head came up, quite beyond my
control, and I howled like a bitch.

I had expected
papa to order immediate and condign retribution, but it would seem
that he was either too affected by that female contamination, or so
involved with his scientific collaboration with the good doctor,
for he neglected me shamefully, offering no correction for my fall
from grace, and proceeded at once to the next usual act, namely the
penetration of my anus by his male member, so that I could redeem
myself in some measure by assisting in the drawing off of the
poison in his system.

On this
occasion he was more rough and vigorous than usual, and I cried out
more than once as his belly slammed into my sore buttocks, and my
tender sphincter was pulled almost to inversion by his rapid out
takes. But I did my duty and clenched on his shaft, as I had learnt
to do with the muscles of both my belly and my anal sphincter.

It seemed no
time at all before I had accomplished my object, and I felt the
debilitating substance that had been troubling him so greatly,
puffing up his male organ, ejected into my rectum in great hot
spurts.

I have to
admit that I was somewhat fatigued after this exercise, and lay
resting my cheek on the back of the chair, awaiting permission to
descend.

But my duties
were not quite over, however.

Papa left me
on my awkward mount while he recovered himself somewhat, then
heaved himself off my back, adjusting his breeches as he addressed
the doctor.

'As you may
see, sir, the process of extraction is quite quickly accomplished,
and most efficacious. I am aware of the benefit already. Now I know
you have a household full of women, and you must, yourself, suffer
badly from the same complaint, and the infection can only have been
exacerbated by your close proximity to my daughters, for I fear
that they are a particularly virulent source of these noxious
effusions. For your own relief, and in the interest of scientific
investigation, of course,' he added, smoothing down his waistcoat
and adjusting his buttons, 'you should essay the passage yourself,
and see how beneficial it can be.'

Almost at once
I felt another hard rod against my sphincter. I braced myself
against the coming pain, though I knew now not to clench my
buttocks, but to strain outwards as if answering a call of nature,
as soon as the head was pressed into the anus. It was with great
relief that I found that papa's discharge, combined with the
remains of the grease with which he had customarily anointed his
member, led to a less painful entry than my first impalement of the
evening. I dutifully worked on the doctor's excess of female
contamination and, in a gratifyingly short time, was able to effect
complete relief. But what with the effort and discomfort I had
suffered, and was still suffering, I was almost insensible by the
time the doctor had finished his rest on my back, and had to be
helped to my feet, after the doctor had carried out a further
examination and pronounced me only temporarily exhausted, and
having taken no injury that a healthy young woman, such as myself,
could not throw off in a very short space of time.

After papa had
refastened the band about my right knee, so as to restore those
restraints on my impetuosity judged so necessary for the proper
management of women, I made shift to drag myself to my room. But my
halting shuffle took me little further than the outside of papa's
door, where I was found by my loving sisters and helped to my
bed.

While they
bathed my wounded buttocks, for the doctor's cuts, though not as
numerous as papa's, were on skin that had not become accustomed, by
usage, to bearing the rod and, consequently, had come up instantly
into thick purple ropes, I told them of this new departure, and how
there had been a stranger present at my correction.

Charlotte,
ever ready to speak without that due consideration and respect for
the actions of men, was quick to exclaim that it was not proper,
but Marion hushed her while I finished the tale, explaining his
profession, and papa's reasons for engaging him to examine us.
Charlotte was most abashed to hear how mistaken and undutiful she
had been to have doubted papa's discretion in the matter and
agreed, albeit a little reluctantly I thought, to Marion's
suggestion that she should purge her conscience by confessing her
fault to papa at the earliest opportunity, so that it might be
entered in his book and accounted for at her next correction. This
was to be in four days' time, as Marion was scheduled next, in two
days.

On that occasion, too, as might be expected given papa's
intention to have a medical opinion on each of us, and a scientific
assessment of how to proceed with our management, Dr Boucher
attended the correction, and made an informed inspection of
Marion's nether parts, giving it as his opinion,
inter alia
, that she too
was a well formed female, who could bear severe and extended
correction if called for. He also stated that, 'In the matter of
the clitoris, the organ is overly large, a condition associated
with hysteria and other mental ills of the female, and cognisance
must be taken of this fact when the patient's treatment is given
final consideration.'

Papa had
decreed that she should receive six extra strokes for having failed
to keep her previous appointment, on account of her menses, and
these he allocated to the doctor, who laid half on the already
twelve times striped buttock, and three, as in my own case, to the
tops of her thighs. I think it must have been in the interests of
investigating our physiological responses to trauma, that he chose
this rather unusual site for the welts he laid on our persons, for
a few days later he performed exactly the same service for
Charlotte, who was awarded three extra for her self-confessed lack
of respect for her parent's judgement in introducing a male into
our discipline sessions, which, as with Marion and myself, he laid
on her thighs, rather than her buttocks.

Charlotte was
also the subject of an intense intimate examination, and reported
that Dr Boucher had diagnosed her form as well suited to the rod
and extended correction, as we others. Apparently he considered her
clitoris as, 'Not of unreasonable size for a healthy woman, though
probably rather more sensitive than some.'

However, when
papa gave him some account of her outspokenness and general
tendency towards precipitous behaviour, he looked grave, and said
he would have to reconsider whether some modification might not be
called for after all. We were all somewhat at a loss to understand
what he might mean by 'modification', since he had used the term,
or something similar, about each of us. And we were a little
concerned for our buds, since we relied on them heavily at times of
stress to ease the tensions and bouts of over-excitement by which
we were sometimes plagued. But knowing our papa's constant care for
us, and the great reputation that Dr Boucher was, apparently, held
in, we decided that we could safely put our trust in them. After
all, they were men, and we mere women, and they would know far
better than we where our greatest good lay.

The doctor
continued to be a regular visitor to our house, and papa prevailed
on us to offer him our services for the draining of his
unwholesome, and feminine inspired, gatherings of fluid, for it
appeared he was constantly surrounded by females in his practice,
and his household.

I did make so
bold as to enquire of papa, whether one of these ladies might not
be prevailed upon to do him this service, though I made it clear we
were very sensible of the honour he did us by choosing our company.
Papa answered, rather shortly, that the good doctor's undutiful
wife had not only refused him this service, but expressly forbidden
any of the other women of the household to perform it. Papa turned
the conversation elsewhere, to the failings he still perceived in
his own household as I recall, but I think he was trying to spare
us this embarrassment of hearing of one of our sex who was so lost
to decency as to refuse any request of the man to whom she owed her
total and unquestioning obedience.

Not many days
later we were joined by yet another visitor. Although we should
have known better, after our ridiculous and unfilial doubts when
papa brought Dr Boucher into the house at times of correction, we
had learnt no better, and protested our dismay.

Again we found
ourselves rebuked by our parent, more in sorrow for our lack of
trust and obedience, than in anger, although he did not neglect to
punish us for it after. It seems the gentleman was none other than
Lord Justice Rodsham, a celebrated disciplinarian, and who more
suitable to observe and advise on such quasi-judicial and
penitential business as our correction and control?

Our visitors
did not only come on nights when one of us was to be corrected, but
might call at any time to make use of our expertise in relieving
the deadly matter gathering in their bodies from the too baleful
influence of the females whose proximity they could not avoid.

Usually we
were not chastised on these intermediate visits, and we were
grateful that there was this spreading of the burden for, truth to
tell, we all three found it rather demanding of our women's bodies
to have to relieve three men, one after the other, in the weakened
state we were often in, subsequent to receiving twelve or more
strokes of papa's searching rod on our constantly bruised buttocks.
Now that we were receiving two visitors regularly, as well as
keeping papa's tensions in check, one or other of us would unloose
her chain, most nights, and offer her anal services.

It was obvious
that all three men had spent long in too close contact with
contaminating femininity, and that their fate would be unhappy
indeed without the care we were able to lavish on them. And it
occurred to me to wonder how they had managed, before we had
stepped into the breach, or rather, they into ours. I did not know
it then, it only became apparent later, but they had in fact, all
three, been in the habit of visiting a widow of the district, who
had rendered them similar remedial treatment to that we supplied.
Unfortunately, a month or so before the period of which I speak,
some ladies of the county had banded together to denounce the widow
for immodest behaviour, citing her low cut bodices when attending
divine service, that barely covered her nipples, her lustrous hair,
on which she set no more than a scrap of lace and, horror of
horrors, her way of gathering her skirts, so that not only her
foot, in its delicate kid boot, was visible, but even her ankle and
a glimpse of embroidered stocking.

So indignant
were the ladies that they were able to prevail on a local
magistrate not only to have her charged with indecent behaviour,
but to find her guilty as charged and sentence her to be whipped
through the town, from Eastgate to Westgate and back to the market
place, where she was to spend two hours in the pillory before being
drawn, naked, on a hurdle to Buttock Cross on the county boundary,
and there sent on her way under threat of transportation if she
ever appeared in the town again.

As it happens,
we had witnessed her downfall, though we had no knowledge of the
true circumstances, for that very market day, papa, ever careful
for our good, had suddenly declared his intention to take us all to
Sexton Hinds, to equip us with new supplies of cotton drawers,
which he had recently decided should be our constant wear.

On approaching
the town we found the main street thronged with people, apparently
waiting for some event. They made to part and let us through on the
way to the drapers, where we were to have our new undergarments
selected for us, but papa declared the press would frighten our
horse, and he would hold back until the crowd dispersed. I was
somewhat surprised at this, since the horse was of the most
sanguine disposition, and could be driven through a howling mob
without changing its pace one jot, but papa seemed to have his mind
quite made up to stay, and I held my peace, as a good daughter
should.