Miss Strang Chapter 86
Copyright 2012 by Governess,
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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or
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On the following
morning, immediately after breakfast, we set out for the reformatory. I sat with Miss Strang in the frontholding
her riding crop. Andas we jogged along,
I rubbed the palm of my hand over itssmooth silver top. The sun was shining and there was a light
breeze. The boys were huddled together
on the back seat. I glanced round and
saw they were holding hands, pale and nervous at the uncertain prospect before
them At breakfast, Mrs Mountfield had
with undisguised relish offered her own understanding of the ordeal facing
them. She had ruffled their hair and
smiled at the almost imperceptible resistance to her attention.
“Well, you boys won’t be
getting a nice breakfast like this at that reformatory, that’s for sure. From what I’ve heard the cook there serves up
cold lumpy porridge without milk and no sugar.”
She wiped her hands on
“And woe betide that boy
who didn’t eat it up with a grateful look on his face. Elsie, the parlour maid before Mary, worked
up there when she first left the orphanage.
And the stories she used to tell.
Made my toes curl they did.
There was one six year old, she said, who refused his porridge. Well, Mrs McLaughlan was called and he was
soundly spanked with her hairbrush. Then
crying and whimpering, he had to eat three large bowls of porridge. But that was not all. He was stood in the corner to let it settle
a bit while Mrs McLaughlan prepared a nice drink for him.”
She looked at the boys
who were listening wide-eyed.
“And what do you think
that nice drink was, Master John? It was
a bright yellow colour. Well?”
“Was it orange juice,
She shook her head.
“Not as nice as that,
Master John. No, it was mustard. A nice
mustard drink. And she stood over him while he swallowed it down. And then up came all the cold porridge into
the empty bowlshe’d put in front of him.
And the poor boy had to spoon up all his sick and eat it. Elsie said she even made him scrape the bowl
She pursed her lips.
“What do you think about
that, Miss Strang?”
“Well, it is not
something I have done, Mrs Mountfield.
But I am sure it proved an effective discipline. As you know, I expect children to be grateful
for their food and leave nothing uneaten.And I trust that both Simon and John
will remember that in the reformatory.”
“Well, let us hope so,
Miss Strang. Elsie said the rules were
that strict. And no quarter given. She
said one boy waseven flogged for not folding his nightgown right. You mean had his bottom smacked, I said.No,
she said, flogged. With a thick leather
tawse. Over the back of an older boy,
trousers down and bottom bare. Elsie
said she saw him afterwards when she helped with the bath. She said you could see the marks of the tawse
all over his bottom and all down his thighs.And he was only seven.”
“That’s your age, Master
Simon, isn’t it? Well, you’d better
watch out. That’s for sure. And you, too, Master John. What they’d do to an older boy like you, I
dread to think.”
The governess trap
rattled on. When we arrived at the
reformatory, Mrs McLaughlan was standing on the steps to greet us.
“Good morning, Miss
“Good morning, Mrs
McLaughlan. Children get down from the
trap and say good morning to Mrs McLaughlan.”
We did so. And I remember the affront I felt at being
cast as a mere child along with my brothers.
Simon. Good morning John. And good morning Livia.”
I reddened as she added.
“Still dressed as a boy,
I see. But not for much longer I
She turned to our
“I suggest, Miss Strang,
that you bring the children to my room and I’ll explain to them what’s in store
for them. Does that commend itself to
McLaughlan. That is perfectly
Mrs McLaughlan’s room
was large and airy with a prospect on to the landscaped garden that rolled away
into the distance. There were several upright
chairs and Mrs McLaughlan indicated where we were to sit. She herself sat behind a desk and invited
Miss Strang to seat herself in an armchair.
I noticed the room had a chaise longue by the far wall. I glanced at my brothers and thought that
probably each would be taking several trips across its curled padded end before
the end of their reformatory training.
After referring to
several sheets of paper on her desk, Mrs McLaughlan looked up.
“Well, children, welcome
tothe reformatory.As I think you know, I’m the Matron here and I’m also house
mother to the boys under thirteen years of age.
That means I am responsible for setting the rules and punishing those
who break them. Most of the boys here
have never learned obedience to rules.
And that is why they are here.
But once in the reformatory, we make them obey rules all the time. Everything they do is subject to rules. Rules about how they fold their nightgowns,
and how they make their beds. Rules
about how to hold their knife and fork.
Rules about when they may and may not speak at table. A lot of rules. So boys who’ve never had to keep a rule in
their lifehave for the first time to watch their conduct and think about what
they are doing and conform to what is expected of them. Of course, they resent this. And that is why every instance of rule
breaking is punished. Until boys respect authority they will see no need to
obey it. Only if there are severe
consequences for rule breaking will the authority that set the rules begin to
be respected and then obeyed.”
“You two boys are
fortunate in having a governess who insists on obedience and who punishes
disobedience. But be warned, there are
probably many more rules here than you are used to. And if you disobey any rules whether through
carelessness, or wilfulness, you will be punished. And punished severely. On a boy’s first day, there are no
lessons. He is locked in a room and
left to learn the behaviour that will be expected of him. And from then on, any rule that is not kept
will result in punishment.”
Miss Strang leaned
McLaughlan, you would tell the boys about the punishments inflicted in the
Strang.First, boys are usually not punished immediately they break a rule. That would be much too disruptive. Instead,
each boy has a small book into which staff enter every instance of rule
breaking with the date. And at the end
of each day, boys who have had an entry made in their book bring it to me at
five o’clock. If it is his first disobedience in seven days, he willreceive six
strokes of the hairbrush across his bare bottom. However, if it is the second disobedience
within seven days, the punishment is a littlemore severe and he is given six
strokes of the brush across the backs of his thighs, instead of his
bottom. If a disobedience is the third
in seven days, the hairbrush is replaced by the tawse and he will receive
twelve strokes across his bottom. A fourth disobedience within seven days, and
the twelve strokes are administered to the backs of his thighs. Anyfurther disobediences within a seven day
period, and it’s a birching.”
“So, if a boy has
disobeyed on Monday, he will spanked with my hairbrush across his bottom. Six hard strokes. If he is then disobedient again on Friday, he
will receive six hard strokes across the backs of his thighs. And if he is foolish enough to offend again
on Saturday . . . “
She looked at John.
“Well John, how will be
punished on Saturday?”
John was pale and his hands
“I . . . I’m not sure .
. Mrs McLaughlan.”
“Well, when he comes to
me with his book on Saturday, how many times has he disobeyed in the last seven
She prompted him.
“First on Monday, then
on Friday, and now on Saturday. So his Saturday disobedience is the . . . “
“It’s . . . it’s the
third . . . Mrs McLaughlan.”
“Correct, John. So how will he be punished?”
“W . . . with the . . .
tawse, Mrs McLaughlan.”
“Correct. And how will the tawse be given? How many
strokes and to where?”
“T . . . twelve strokes
to . . . to his bottom.”
“Yes. His bare bottom.”
She turned to Simon.
“I hope you are
listening to this, Simon. It’s as
important for you as it is for John.”
She tapped a pencil on
“But now the important question
is what happens to that boy if he disobeys again? Well John?”
“He . . . he’ll get the
tawse across . . . across his thighs . . . Mrs McLaughlan.”
“Well, he may, given his
record of repeated disobedience. But it
depends when the next offence is.
Remember when his previous offences were: on Monday, Friday, and Saturday. The last day he can have a count of four
offences in the last seven days is the next day after he was tawsed on
Saturday. For that is exactly seven days after hisfirst offence on the previous
Monday. So if he offends again on
Sunday, he would certainly get twelve strokes of the tawse across the backs of
his thighs. But if he doesn’t offend again
until Monday, then as there will then be only three offences in the last seven
days, he will be tawsed again on his bottom.
Do you understand, John?”
I could see, John was
confused. And I could see Miss Strang
was irritated by his lack of comprehension.
“Come along John. Mrs McLaughlan has explained it very
clearly. A boy who has gone seven days
without disobeying a rule, gets the lowest possible punishment. So what is that?”
“A . . . a spanking,
“And where is the
“On . . on his bottom, Miss Strang.”
“Yes, six strokes on his
bare bottom. And if he offends again
before seven days have gone by, Mrs McLaughlan will spank the backs of his
thighs six times with her hairbrush. It
is just a matter of counting up the number of offences in the last seven days
and giving the set punishment.”
Mrs McLaughlan smiled.
“Do you understand now, John?”
“I think so, Mrs
“Good. We find that new boys, until they settle
down, often have a succession of disobediences that need to be punished in this
cumulative way. However, they soon learn
to obey and punishment becomes rarer.
And remember, you must carry your punishment book with you at all
times. Which is another rule. A boy who loses his punishment book is
always, without exception, birched. So
remember to take care of it.”
“But generally, no
distinction is made between the seriousness of one offence and another. Disobedience is disobedience. And that is the message we want to get
across. If the rules say that a boy’s nightgown should be folded in a certain
way and it is not, then that is disobedience and as deserving of punishment as
an offence that might, on the face of it, seem more serious.There are one or
two exceptions. The loss of a punishment
book is one. Absconding is another. That would result in a double flogging before
the whole reformatory.”
“And how would that be
given, Mrs McLaughlan?”
“With the same weight of
reformatory birch as used to flog the boy Cameron. Not the light weight birch that was used to
carry out the sentence of the court. The
“And a double flogging?”
Miss Strang. Given slowly and
deliberately allowing plenty of time for the boy to smart between strokes.”
Miss Strang looked at my
“Well, I hope you have
been attending carefully to what Mrs McLaughlan has been saying. And I suggest you both put a great deal of
effort into learning the rules you need to keep.”
They both looked pale
Mrs McLaughlan smiled.
“So have you any
Both shook their heads.
“You need to know that
shaking a head rather than a polite spoken reply meansan entry into your
punishment book. However, there will be
no punishments for rule breaking until you have had an opportunity to learn the
rules. But remember, all boys when
spoken to are expected to reply politely and clearly without hesitation. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mrs McLaughlan.”
“Good. But your sister is also here to learn a
lesson in good manners. Is that not
right, Miss Strang?”
McLaughlan. She was scandalously
impolite to Mr and Mrs Innes some time ago and I sentenced her to twenty four
strokes of the birch. In discussion with
her father, it has been decided that she should receive a reformatory
flogging. And it was also her father’s
wish that her brothers should be a witness to her punishment. However, since then, she has indulged in
another bout of rude and defiant behaviour and that will need to be punished,
“I quite understand, Miss
Strang. I suggest we proceed to the
punishment room and administer the first twenty four strokes and then discuss
what additional punishment is appropriate.”
I felt my face hot with
shame and anger at this conversation.
And I’m sure both Miss Strang and Mrs McLaughlan noticed this further
evidence of a resentful spirit. I walked behind them, my head bowed, and my
pulse racing. When we reached the
punishment room, Mrs McLaughlan opened the door and ushered us in.
“If you sit with the
boys on the bench, Miss Strang, I will prepare Livia for her flogging.”
My inside was icy cold
with apprehension as I looked around the room.
She addressed me with a firm formality that boded ill.
“Well, Livia Arbuthnot
you saw how Burns and Cameron were flogged only a few days ago. Do you remember which of the boys was
“The boy Cameron, Mrs
“You will address me as
She raised her eyes
“Th . . . the boy,
Cameron . . Ma’am.”
“Good. And that is how you will be birched. And with a similarly heavy reformatory birch.
But first you had better relieve yourself.
We don’t want an unseemly accident, do we?”
“Please, Mrs . . .
Ma’am, I . . . don’t need to go.
Please. I really don’t.”
Although my brothers had
seen me stripped of my clothes and flogged, they had never seen me relieve
myself. And I felt quite sick at such a
“Livia, if I say you are
to relieve yourself before your flogging then that is what you will do. No argument about it.”
She pointed to the chamber
pot beneath the stool.
“Bring the pot here and
place it on the floor.”
Reluctantly I did so.
“Slip off your braces
and lower you pants and sit on the pot.
And you will stay there until you go.
But my advice is not to be too long about it.”
Slowly I crouched down
and lowered myself on to the cold hard rim of the pot. I sat there, my cheeks
flaming with embarrassment, and with my trousers and pants around my
ankles. As Cameron had done, I found it
difficult to pass water in such circumstances, but after several minutes, I
managed to urinate into the cold enamel receptacle. The tinkling sound echoed around the room and
added to my shame.
She peered down.
“Is that all you can
“Yes, Mrs . . .I mean Ma’am.”
“Very well. Step out of your
nether garments. And pick them up. Fold
them neatly and place them on the bench.
And now over to the table.”
“Come along, girl, none
of this should come as a surprise.
You’ve already seen two boys flogged over this table. Climb up and drop your arms through the
I clambered up and lay
forward and then dropped my arms through the middle set of holes. Immediately I had done so, I realised how
helpless and vulnerable I was. With my
hands and arms dangling into empty space, there was nothing to press upon to
raise myself. I had no choice but to lie there exposed to whatever punishment
was judged appropriate. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Mrs McLaughlan go a cupboard. I turned my head and watched. She opened it and then took out the small
bolster that I had seen used when the two boys were flogged and wrapped it in a
She walked back to the
table, and placed her hand under my stomach.
Then then slipped it down so the heel of her hand was under my pubic
bone. I felt her fingers curling intomy
small vulva. I gasped and gave a little
wriggle. She lifted me up and then let
me fall back on the bolster that had been inserted beneath me. Then she rucked up my shirt.
“Well, Miss Strang, I
trust you are content for me to give the girl a thorough flogging.”
McLaughlan. That is why she is
here. As you know, out of a
cross-grained and perverse temperament, she expressed a wish to be a boy. To teach her to mend her ways, she was
dressed as a boy. And several times
since then, she has had her breeches taken down and been punished as a
boy. It was her father’s belief that she
should be sent here, in her boy’s clothing, to experience at first hand a boy’s
reformatory discipline. I dissuaded him
from such a course, as in my view it presented insurmountable
difficulties. However, he insisted she
should be sent here to receive a reformatory flogging. And that is what she must receive. She will then be going to the Innes’s
household to serve there as a maid for a while.
And hopefully to learn what it means to be a girl in service, and to
acquire a more lowly spirit.”
“Yes, Rachel Innes
mentioned that to me. Well, she will certainly need to mind her Ps and Qs
there. The Innes have very high expectations of girls in their service.”
“As she will find out.”
I lay there shivering,
partly from the cool air of the room, but more from fearful anticipation. I had seen and handled the birch with which
the boy Cameron had been flogged. It had
been long and enormously limber. And
when Mrs McLaughlan had finished with him, he’d been sobbing and heaving, with
his bottom flesh cut and bleeding.
I felt the leather strap
being passed over my body and under the table and then pulled tightly around my
waist, forcing me down and raising my bottom. But unlike Cameron or Burns, my
feet were left unsecured.
“I have left your legs
free, Livia. It does no harm for a child
to kick and squirmunder the rod, providing the legs are not bent back to impede
the birch. I’m sure Miss Strang has
trained you not to fight punishment.”
McLaughlan. Livia knows that punishment
is inflicted for her own good and should be accepted meekly and without
resistance. And as you say a little
kicking and squirming does no harm. A child who is determined to suffer in
sullen, stubborn silence is an affront.
Much better for there to besome visible evidence that the child is
suffering with a positive and open spirit.”
“I cannot agree more,
With my head turned, I watched
as she selected a dripping rod from the bucket. She rested it across my bottom
and then drew it towards her, pressing down, so it lightly scratched
across the firm rounded surface of my
(to be continued)