A REVIEW OF VICTORIAN DISCIPLINE

By Anonymous

It was in the 1800's during the reign of Queen Victoria, that
England very rapidly grew into a rich nation. Many of her
citizens became wealthy and were able to afford to pay others,
nannies, govnernesses and tutors, to take over the raising of
their children.

At the same time medical opinion invented the condition of
auto-intoxication or self- poisoning from colonic wastes while
industry, with the invention of vulcanized rubber, was able to
mass produce tubing and syringes.

So was born the "Victorian Enema", a phrase that conjures up
visions of white starched nurses, red rubber syringes, and above
all, gallons and gallons of hot, strong, green soap suds. It was
in infancy that the upper class anus first was invaded, for in
the absence of disposable diapers and washing machines, a stool
in the potty meant much less work! Right up to the 1930's, forced
toilet training was the rule, going from lubricated tip of a
pinkie to a soap stick, then a suppository, and finally an ounce
of glycerin from a tiny infant rectal syringe. Constipation was
considered to be the major enemy of good health, and keeping her
charges's bowels moving was the preoccupation of every good
nanny. For this she had three weapons - castor oil, glycerin
suppositories, and the enema. All of the nursery bathrooms in
those spacious days featured a big table on which the infants
were bathed and dressed, and where the older children were
syringed. Face down, with a thick rubber tube protruding from
between their buttocks, they would lie, crying as nanny held
their bottoms down with one hand and pumped them full with the
other. As they got older and were persuaded to cooperate, the
knee chest position was a universal favorite and many a young man
got his first sight of a girl's behind as he watched his sister
being given an enema or douche.

It was probably the single-minded zeal with which those Victorian
ladies performed their job that has left the legend as it is
today. Not for them a mere pint of two of lukewarm water, but the
colon had to be fully distended with at least a quart of hot,
strong soap solution to do a proper job. For more stubborn cases,
there was the 1-2- 3 enema: 1 oz of turpentine, 2 oz of ox bile,
3 oz of green soap, all mixed into 2 quarts of hot water,
injected high up through a long red colon tube.

The Victorian concept of discipline is well known, and so many
boys and girls so became sexually oriented to whipping and
flagellation that it became known in Europe as the "English
Vice". It was also held by some English educators and medical men
that bad behavior was one of the symptoms of auto intoxication,
and they, therefore, advocated combining whippings with enemas
and colonic irrigations in order to treat the cause as well as
the effect. The natural inventiveness of the age, together with
this obsession for strict punishment led to a variety of
retention devices being developed for their simultaneous
administration. These were mostly a variation of the basic
retention cone often fitted with an adjustable anal pad and a
stopcock so that the tubing could be removed and not be in the
way of the administration of punishment while the enema was
forcibly retained. The natural result of all this juvenile anal
activity was that a significant number of boys and girls were
turned on sexually while receiving enemas and discipline. And in
later years would insist on re- enactment of those days for
sexual pleasure.

In the large bathroom on the second floor of many a wealthy
Victorian's mansion sat an enema chair. A once popular piece of
equipment, today these are no longer to be found. Basically, it
was a very simple device: a wooden arm chair, usually white
enameled, through the seat of which was fitted a brass tube.
About an inch of this protruded above the seat and was threaded
for the attachment of whatever nozzle was appropriate. From a
pole at the back of the chair hung a red rubber enema bag, and
beneath the seat, a soil pipe opened into an enamel bucket. A
valve controlled the filling and emptying of the bowel while, for
strict retention work, wrist and lap straps were often employed.
Many nannies liked these chairs, as they took up very little
space, and colonic treatment could be given one child while
others were being bathed or toileted.   A CASE HISTORY   By the
time he was fourteen years old, Michael was thoroughly accustomed
to enemas, both medicinal and disciplinary. He lived in a great
house on Hanover Square with two sisters, 17 year old Elizabeth
and 16 year old Cynthia, and a very strict governess, Miss
Appleyard (the children now being too old for a nanny). When
their parents were away, and that was frequently, Miss Appleyard
had complete charge of the entire household, including the
servant's hall.

Once a month, usually on a Friday, a certain Nurse Forbes would
visit the mansion for the express purpose of administering enemas
to the children. Forbes' white uniform, was so stiffly starched
it looked to the children as if it might crack if the nurse so
much as bowed.

One at a time they would be called to the old nursery where the
big brass bed would be covered for the occasion by a red rubber
sheet. Molly, the nursery maid, had fetched a big jug of hot
water from the kitchen and hung the white enamel irrigator on the
hook so the hose lay coiled at the foot of the bed. A fire would
be burning brightly in the grate, and before it on the polished
floor sat a big china chamber pot. While they took off their
clothes and climbed onto the bed, Nurse Forbes asked the
governess, who supervised these functions, about the state of the
child's bowels, and then would choose her enema solution and
nozzle accordingly.

Michael did not mind the mild soapsuds enemas that he usually
received, (at fourteen he got very strong erections during
"treatments" - a display that did not escape the watchful eye of
the females in attendance), but all three of the children hated
the soap and turpentine retentions with the big fat retention
nozzle which followed the slightest hint of costiveness. Nurse
Forbes always came to give them extra clysters and enemas if they
were sick, and also administered hot vaginal douches to the girls
if they had cramps, as they were not considered old enough to
have personal maids do it for them. Michael had often seen the
plump rubber vaginal syringe with its strangely shaped nozzle,
but at fourteen had not yet been enlightened to its use.
Punishments were given by the governess in the old nursery, not
only to the children but also to the female staff, for that was a
time when servants were regularly beaten. A whipping horse of the
finest quality was provided for the purpose, and Miss Appleyard
kept her own collection of canes, straps and whips in a special
locked drawer in the nursery cupboard.

If correction was due, it usually took place on an enema day. The
guilty one (lets imagine Cynthia has wretchedly failed her
Latin), would be called up to the nursery where Nurse Forbes had
already finished with Michael and Elizabeth. The 15 year old girl
was, by this time, nervously twisting her handkerchief into
knotted ruins in her anguished anticipation of the unavoidable
punishment awaiting her. Even the downstairs staff of servants
well knew what she was expecting, for in a place of the usual
knee length middy skirt she usually wore, (a Victorian "sailor
suit" was the girls' customary uniform on weekdays), a special
"punishment skirt" was substituted, to be worn throughout the
entire day discipline was given. Although the same navy blue
color, it was incredibly short, its pleated hem barely down to
the curve of the young girls buttocks. The tall dark stockings
had vanished, and the girl's pale legs were quite bare, save for
little-girl ankle socks and black patent "Mary Jane" shoes. It
was, in fact, Appleyard's intention that the culprit feel like a
very little child again - and to have everyone else recognize it
too.

The effect of wearing such a humiliating costume on the intended
victim was stunning; she felt quite naked and vulnerable, and she
indeed was. Although she was fully clothed, in fact. A modern
reader must realize that in the Victorian Era, a teen- age girl's
knees were virtually NEVER seen! The rest of the household, from
the snickering stable boy to the ultra proper butler to the
youngest servant from the "Charity" - all could see that a
naughty girl was, that day, going to be punished. At last Cynthia
is called - she turns from the embarrassed glances of her
siblings - and unconsciously tugging at the short skirt as if to
lower it, reports to the nursery. The maid assists the culprit in
removing her clothes completely, and the naked girl turns to face
the implacable Nurse Forbes. As Nurse Forbes sternly gestures
toward the bed, the girl begins to tremble and slowly walks to
the edge of the bed and begins frantically looking around the
room, hoping to find a pardon, or some kind of protection from
what is about to happen. Realizing that this is a reality, she
slowly climbs up on the bed, and looking over her shoulder,
kneels on her knees, and bends over, placing her chin on her
forearms.

With eyes tightly closed, and bottom up, knees apart, and head
down, the first enema, a "regular" one is to come. Holding her
breath, she feels Nurse Forbes place an index finger and a glob
of petroleum jelly against her anus and press the glob deeply
into her bottom. The nurse twirls her finger around inside her,
smearing the jelly around her rectum, and Cynthia shudders to
realize the severity of what is to come. She knows the first
enema, though large in volume is only the beginning of an
experience that will take her to her limits. It is common
knowledge that a regular enema, a soapsuds retention with a big
black lollipop shaped nozzle and a full two quarts of steaming
soapsuds and turpentine injected in its entirety, without
stopping, is only a preamble to a high colonic irrigation.
This "regular" enema causes immense pressure, cramping, and
gripping of the young girl's tummy. Already, Cynthia is so
anxious, that as Nurse Forbes removes her finger, Cynthia feels
light headed and terrified. The nozzle is pressed into her
bottom, a long 8" hard rubber curved nozzle. Cynthia holds her
breath as she listens for the sound of the clamp to be released.
She tries to relax her lower body, hoping to take the entire
enema quickly and easily, but she feels immediate pressure, as
the bag is hung quite high. She begins to groan and whimper as
she wonders how she is going to manage the entire thing when she
is so uncomfortable already. Eyes closed tighter and tighter, it
is a race between her endurance and the content of the bag, but
somehow, she manages to take it all in, though there are many
groans and panting. Cynthia, now weeping and pleading for relief,
would be made to anxiously watch the egg-timer as the sand ran
through and it was turned over for a second or sometimes even a
third time before the churning bowel could be emptied into the
chamber pot by the fire.

Now, back on the bed... this time on her back. Cynthia was made
to lift her legs up, and wide apart, soon to feel the fat, red,
snake of a colon tube, soft and supple from many oilings, slide
smoothly through the puckered pink orifice as the nursery maid
poured warm water into a glass funnel on its end. When no more
fluid would run into the swollen little tummy, the funnel is
inverted over a bucket to siphon all of the water out again. A
little more colon tube disappears into the twisting, writhing
bottom, and the whole process is repeated until, finally, the
water runs out as clean as it ran in. Then the tube is withdrawn
with a flourish and Nurse Forbes, still crisp and implacable in
her starched white uniform would dispatch the maid to tell the
governess that her subject was being prepared for chastisement.
Appleyard always took her time in coming, as fearful anticipation
is an important part of proper punishment. How the children's
hearts sank as, waiting in the lonely nursery, they heard
footsteps in the hall. There was no need for words as she entered
the room - the penalty was known in advance and there could be,
would not be, any mercy. Being strapped to the "horse" heightened
the sense of complete helplessness. It was well padded and quite
comfortable, but by the time the leg, arm, and body straps had
been adjusted and tightened, movement in any direction was
completely impossible. An elevating pubic pad and side mounted
stirrups provided maximum exposure so that a girl, when properly
arranged, looked rather like a Siamese cat in heat, straddling a
leather cushion! And this day was no different as a penitent
young Cynthia found herself strapped helplessly to the horse,
coltish legs spread, and almost hairless virginal cleft forced
back between spread thighs.

Like many disciplinarians of the Victorian Era, Appleyard
believed in science and skill rather than brute strength. After
all, she was in the hire of an aristocratic family who would
dismiss her should she employ brutality and place even the
smallest scar on her youthful charges. Therefore she was
inventive and skilled, never brutal. She always combined the
internal discomfort of a strong purgative with the pain of the
beating. (Later, the children would attend academy and learn the
similar effects of "figging" when coupled with scholastic
discipline.) For this, she favored the most unpleasant of
nature's laxatives, - fresh hot ox bile. One pint, procured from
the butcher just this morning, lay waiting (to Cynthia's horror)
in a metal clyster syringe, and the injection was only a matter
of a minute. As the syringe was inserted, again Cynthia felt a
wave of panic, as her tummy immediately began to twist into a
ball of aching and cramping. The minute seemed like an hour, and
she felt as if she was going to explode when, in spite of her
useless protests and begging, felt the syringe exit her and the
thick rubber rectal plug was pressed hard, passed her almost too
small anus. Tears streaming down her face, she tried to hold her
breath and cry at the same time. At that moment, Appelyard
stepped back, and seeing that arrangements were complete, could
commence the whipping.

The girls were always paddled with a well-oiled, flexible leather
strap on a wooden handle which was beautifully wrapped in
leather, a reflection of the craftsmanship of the Age. This
instrument would sting like the very devil, yet was as guaranteed
to not bruise or mark the girl's delicate cheeks or thighs. While
a strap was severe enough to thoroughly correct young girls and
women, Michael, as befitted a boy, would have been treated with a
cane.

And now Cynthia knew it was time. The ox bile was doing it
damnedest in her young bowels, and Appleyard had picked up the
punishment strap. The governess noted how securely the girl was
bound to the horse, knees wide apart, the black bung secure in
her rectum, yet leaving a spectacular field for punishment. Nurse
Forbes and the maid, twenty-year-old Molly (who was subject to
similar punishments if lax in her duties) stepped back in
admiration and anxiety, to witness punishment of quivering,
sobbing Cynthia. Appleyard slowly drew the flat, gleaming strap
through her fingers, then doubled it, making it "crack" sharply
as it pulled tight. Holding the strap in her right hand, she
slowly stroked Cynthia's taught spread buttocks and upper thighs,
as if to check the field before venturing forth to do battle.
The girl's sharp intake of air at the touch of her torturer's
hand left little doubt that the severe strapping of the
spread-apart thighs and buttocks was about to begin. It will be
left to the mind of the reader to imagine that which followed, or
for pen less pure than mine to describe.

It was a little before his 14th birthday that Michael discovered
his secret- a secret which eventually led to his downfall. It was
after a routine enema session when, instead of returning to the
playroom, he found that a knot had fallen from the wooden
paneling at the back of an upper wall closet in the hall outside
the nursery, and that if he climbed up onto one of the large
shelves, he could see the entire nursery through the hole. At the
appropriate moment, he pulled himself up inside the closet and
pulled the door closed behind him. Fascinated, he watched his
oldest sister, 16 year old Elizabeth, receive her enema. She lay
on the brass framed bed on her back, her slim legs spread wide
and her knees drawn up, revealing to Michael's wide eyed gaze,
the sight of the pink fig of her cunt, jutting most provocatively
out above her tiny anus, and in sharp contrast to the
black-stemmed nozzle which had just been inserted by Nurse
Forbes. Michael could tell by his sister's heaving and sobbing
complaints that the hot soapsuds enema was working her in a most
disagreeable and uncomfortable way.

Michael's secret remained his own for several months, during
which time he saw both girls strapped once, and Elizabeth douched
twice (providing him with erotic knowledge of the mysterious
syringe previously mentioned). It is obvious to even the most
sophisticated reader that Michael took such opportunities to
relieve his swollen manhood of its tension during the most
stimulating sight of his teen-aged sister's beautiful pink sex
impaled by the thick vaginal tube, while the fat bulb was
squeezed repeatedly to instill and withdraw the hot douche
solution. His view of the vaginal nozzle as it painfully
distended Elizabeth's young vulva was excellent, and it took very
little stroking of his violently erect penis to achieve a most
satisfying orgasm. The day he was found out was rather a special
one, for an under-housemaid, Lorna, a 19 year old who recently
arrived from the Charity (orphanage) was to be punished for
smuggling a man into her room. This was a serious crime and
usually a cause for summary dismissal without references. Having
been caught, she was only too glad to be let off with a beating.
The head housekeeper was charged with preparing her, which
included a bath, series of enemas, and a shaving of her entire
pubic area... the usual routine for punishing female servants.
Lorna, being almost an adult, was given 6 2-quart enemas, since
her experience was that of punishment, and not health
maintenance. By the beginning of the 4th, she could only kneel on
her knees on the bed and sob, but all half dozen were
administered, as prescribed. By the time the governess was
informed that Lorna was prepared, Michael was hidden in the
closet, having overheard about the coming discipline from a
whispered conversation between to of the manor's other young
serving girls.

Lorna, who was utterly fair, was made to remove her maid's
uniform and the coarse lisle stockings, leaving her totally naked
before the stern Miss Appleyard. The fire in the grate cast
orange, flickering shadows across the scene, and Michael noted
the girl's long, coltish legs, whose thighs blended almost
imperceptibly into a compact, pale bottom. As the straps were
tightened, Michael was strangely excited by his first sight of an
adult vulva. Appleyard had used an exaggerated pubic tilt and had
lowered the front legs of the "horse" so that the girl-woman's
sex was pointed high - and the spread of her knees caused it to
almost gape, the fleshy lips emphasizing the velvety red lining
within.

The punishment was a Victorian Classic. First an elongated
egg-shaped dilator was lubricated with menthol and thrust into
the young woman's vagina so that it spread her lips and displayed
her clitoris, already glistening with moisture. The governess
then placed a black silk scarf around Lorna's mouth as a gag,
which resulted in a totally terrified expression in her eyes.
Then Appelyard flagellated her with a small "cat", a miniature of
the kind used to flog seamen. The tiny, thin leather strands were
only six inches long, and Appleyard worked them over Lorna's
entire perineal area, causing it to swell, redden and finally
welt as if the girl had been stung repeatedly by angry bees.
Young Michael was in a transport of excitement, the servant's
pitiful screams muffled by the gag adding to the thrill of the
sight. As he relieved his throbbing organ, he fell backwards off
the shelf, and even above the screams and sound of the cat
slapping the girl, Appleyard heard the sound of Michael falling.
Bursting from the room, whip still in hand, the governess
discovered Michael's secret. For the first time in her career,
she was at a complete loss as how to deal with this development.
In this Victorian period, peeping and masturbation was a clear
indication of established vice, which if unchecked, would
certainly ruin him. As a temporary measure, Michael was confined
to the nursery on bread and water while Miss Appelyard sought
expert advice.

Her inquiries led her to one of the self-proclaimed specialists
in "nervous disorders", primarily those of self-abuse or
masturbation. Preying on the fears and outraged moral principals
of parents and tutors, such charlatans abounded in Victorian
England, and Dr. Augustus Grimsdyke, into whose care Michael was
delivered, was a typical specimen. (Soon after, Cynthia was
delivered for treatment as a result of Grimsdyke's persuasive
talents).

Unfortunate children who had been discovered relieving their
natural tensions were accommodated at his so-called "nursing
home" on Wimpole Street, for periods of up to 2 weeks, and were
daily subjected to colonic detoxification, manual seminal
evacuation (males), hot and cold genital irrigations (females),
and gluteal counter inflammation. Stripped of the high-flown
verbage, this meant enemas, prostatic massage for boys, douches
with clitoral massage for girls, and whippings, with a capital W.
It was not surprising that after a few sessions with doctor's
staff, his patients learned the supreme value of not being
caught, so that he was able to claim a very respectable cure
rate.

For his young, frightened patients, the passage of time at Dr.
Grimsdyke's was measured by the regular attentions that their
bottoms received from one or the other of his two full-time
"nurses". Each cell-like room (12 in all), contained, besides a
high iron framed bed and a commode, a device that became known as
the Grimsdyke Frame. Made of leather, padded wood and iron, a boy
or girl could be immobilized with buttocks spread tautly upturned
and genitals easily accessible. This machine, with its attendant
rack of instruments dominated the dismal chamber from which the
occupant only emerged for prayers, meals, and baths. The rest of
the time being spent waiting for the footsteps at the door which
signaled the beginning of another session of pain and
humiliation. The only article of clothing permitted both boys and
girls, was a white cotton gown, so short that if the child was
standing straight, the hem came to just above the genitals. This
was worn at all times, except during "treatments". The range of
age of  Dr.'s patients was 8 to 20 years old, and at prayers and
meals, they mixed, enduring the humiliation of being seen by the
other sex, totally naked from the waist down. It was mortifying
for, say, a seventeen year old girl to have a much younger boy
(though similarly attired) look with horrified fascination at the
red welts that streaked her buttocks and perhaps even see how
swollen her sex had become from the incessant douchings and
stimulation it received. And seated together at meals, both boys
and girls would shift their naked, well whipped bottoms on the
hard wooden benches, attempting to find a more comfortable
position.

Dr. Grimsdyke's attitude was typical of that of many elderly
Victorians in the medical and teaching profession - he saw
himself as a kindly but strict benefactor, saving his patients
from personal self-destruction, rather than the perverted
sadistic tyrant he actually was. However, dominance, restraint,
paddling, spanking, and administration of enemas from one partner
to another, as consenting adults, can establish a realization and
acknowledgment of mutual adoration, respect, and devotion, when
it is understood that these practices are provided by mutual
consent.

These practices, to varying degrees are enjoyed by many couples
now in modern times.