Cordelia Lavington Chapter 36

By Governess

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Chapter 36

Cordelia Lavington

by Governess

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Chapter 36

“I want to thank you, Diana, for looking after the children yesterday evening. They all say they enjoyed their time with you.”

She smiled.

“And I understand you helped Samuel with his equations.”

“Yes. Despite not having solved a simultaneous equation for years. Mathematics was never my best subject. But tell me, Cordelia, how did things go last night.”

“Very well. I caned the whole dormitory. Every boy must have known what was going on and was therefore complicit in the two boys’ sin. I gave extra strokes to Clough and Graham. And then I dealt with them as I told you. Wrists fastened to the bedrail and the chilli embrocation smeared on their genitals.”

“And was that effective?”

“Well, Diana, they suffered enough to shift their beds several feet in the night. They must have thought those little dangling pieces of meat of which they’re so proud were being burnt away. Whether it will be effective in deterring further sinful coupling between the sheets remains to be seen. But I am hopeful that it will. But I know too much about boys to think they’ll forsake masturbation all together.”

Mrs Fairclough smiled.

“Yes; that would be too much to hope for. But your campaign will ensure that every time a boy touches his own genitals, he will do so in fear. And that is how it should be. It’s a disgusting and debilitating habit.”

She offered Cordelia a biscuit.

“But what did you want to see James about? I take it it is James you’ve come to see.”

“Yes, Diana. I wanted to report to him on the punishment that’s been given to Clough and Graham and to see whether in the light of its severity, he still considers a public flogging appropriate.”

Diana nodded.

“I am sure he will. But you can ask him.”

There were steps in the hall and the door opened and the Principal entered.

“Good morning, Matron. Enjoying cook’s special shortcake biscuits I see.”

“Yes, Sir. They are truly excellent.”

She paused.

“But I called to update you on the punishments I have given to Clough and Graham for their sinful coupling and to the whole of their dormitory.”

And she proceeded to recount the events of the evening in some detail. Mr Fairclough listened intently and approvingly to all she said.

“So the question is, Sir, do you still consider that a public flogging before the whole reformatory is still necessary?”

He shifted his weight in the armchair in which he sat.

“And may I ask what you think, Matron?”.

“I believe a public flogging is entirely appropriate, Sir. Both boys have been punished for their sin, but they owe it to the other boys in the reformatory to suffer publicly. All the boys may know that behaviour like theirs is wrong because they have been told it is wrong. But words are sometimes not enough. In the old days a mystery play used to bring the words of the Bible to life. People would see a vivid enactment of Jesus’s flagellation and crucifixion. And they went away shocked and cleansed by what they had seen. So if the boys here see Clough and Graham bared and hoisted, and birched until the blood runs, then they should be similarly affected. In my judgment it cannot but have a good effect both on the two boys and on all who witness their shame.”

Mr Fairclough had been listening with rapt attention.

“That is excellently put, Matron. Beautifully expressed. But when should this “enactment” take place?”

“Personally, Sir, I would summon them to your study, and inform them what is in prospect. And then let it hang over them for a week. Perhaps the flogging could be next Sunday after lunch. Of course, both boys would be denied food on that day until after their flogging. That is always best.”

“Very well, Matron, bring both boys to me at three o’clock this afternoon.”

He turned to his wife.

“And you are happy with that arrangement, my dear?”

“Certainly, James. We haven’t had a flogging like that for some time. In my view they’re the best remedy for slackness and can do nothing but good.”

He nodded.

“Well, Matron I’ll see you at three o’clock. And by the way, I am perfectly happy for Diana to assist in the punishment of the younger boys. How that is achieved, I’ll leave it to you both to decide.”

When he had departed, the two women sat down again.

“Have you time for another cup of coffee, Cordelia?”

“Yes, Diana. Howard Greaves is calling on me at lunchtime, but there’s certainly time for another coffee. And some of the shortbread, too?”

Mrs Fairclough smiled.

“Yes it is rather good, isn’t it.”

She rang the bell for Mary. And they chatted on. After five minutes, Mrs Fairclough rang the bell again.

“Where on earth has that girl got to?”

Shortly there was a knock at the door and Mary entered.

“And where have you been, Mary? Matron and I have been waiting here for over five minutes.”

“I . . I’m sorry, Ma’am. I was . . . I was on . . .”

Her voice tailed off in embarrassment.

“Are you trying to tell me that you were relieving a call of nature. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes, Ma’am.

She hung her head.

“And don’t droop, girl. Stand up straight. A call of nature is no excuse. You need to establish regular habits that don’t interfere with your work. Do you understand?

She bit her lip

“Yes, Ma’am.

“Then fetch the cane.”

She handed the length of crook-handled rattan to her mistress.

“Surely you were taught in the orphanage to have a bowel movement and to relieve yourself first thing in the morning. Before the day’s work began. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well that’s what I expect here. It may seem harsh to cane you for a single lapse but if we start making exceptions and excusing failure, the whole routine will start to unravel.”

She smiled.

“Isn’t that right, Mary?”

She cast her eyes down.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And worse still, you kept a guest waiting. Mrs Lavington may be on the staff but she is still my guest.”

She flexed the cane.

“And as you have inconvenienced her as well as me, I am going to ask her to administer your punishment. If that is acceptable to you Matron?”

Cordelia felt a little tremor in her diaphragm as she looked at the girl in her neat, black and rather austere maid’s uniform.”

“Certainly, Mrs Fairclough. It is always good to bring home to children that disobedience and carelessness have wider consequences than they may think.”

The girl looked pale and anxious.

“So how is she responding to her training, Mrs Fairclough? Is she making an effort or is she a bit slapdash and lacking in commitment?”

“No, Mrs Lavington. She is starting to make a real effort. But I am sure that’s because the rod is not withheld when she is at fault.”

Mrs Lavington nodded.

“Then I would imagine twelve swishy strokes should be sufficient. Is that what you had in mind?”

“Yes. That should be sufficient. But well laid on.”

Mrs Lavington smiled.

“Any strokes I administer are always well laid on, Mrs Fairclough.”

She turned to Mary.

“Stand facing the back of the armchair.”

She stared for a moment at the girl’s soft voluptuous bottom beneath the cotton dress. Then, stooping down, she slowly ran her hands up the girl’s legs catching up the material as she went and draping the dress over her shoulders. Then, she inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and lowered them unhurriedly to her ankles. The girl’s legs were encased in black stockings, but above the garters the plumpness of her thighs flared upwards into the sensuous protuberance of her bottom. Her own daughter’s nine year old bottom was delightfully small, round, and eminently spankable. But this was a bottom with the fullness that only came with puberty. A bottom ripe for chastisement.

“And now over the back of the chair.”

The girl wriggled up. Mrs Lavington took the cane from Mrs Fairclough, and she, without being asked, stood facing the girl and, reaching over the seat of the chair, firmly grasped her wrists.

Cordelia raised the cane. Only twelve strokes! She regretted being so sparing in her suggestion. This was a bottom capable of absorbing an enormous amount of punishment.

She brought the cane swishing down with all her skill, twisting her wrist and speeding its flight to the soft sensitive target. The smack of rattan as it cuts into a child’s buttocks is like no other sound, and if a listener at the door had been in any doubt as to its meaning, the ensuing scream of agony would have made everything clear. The girl kicked and writhed. But with her arms outstretched and her wrists firmly held there was no escape.

Another stroke was given. The cane descended as though on a spring, embedding itself momentarily into the round softness of the girl’s buttocks. The impact that produces the tell-tale tramline marks that are the visible evidence of a sound caning. Slowly the flogging continued, each cut given with the firm intention of causing that sharp searing pain that breaks the will and teaches a lesson no word alone can teach.

At the end of the allotted strokes, Mrs Lavington paused. She was tempted to arraign the girl for her struggles and to suggest a further dozen cuts. But that would be to trespass on Mrs Fairclough’s prerogative. And given the soundness of the caning, the girl’s struggles had hardly been excessive. Cordelia was aware of the ever present temptation to go beyond what was strictly justified for the deep and pleasurable satisfaction of disciplining a child. And she was grateful for that self-knowledge. She saw nothing wrong in her enjoyment of punishment, but punishment had to be deserved. To punish otherwise was an affront to God. But so too was permitting a child’s wrongdoing to go uncorrected either through laziness or sentimentality. And it was better by far to err on the side of severity than lenience.

“Thank you Matron. You may get down, Mary. And before you adjust your clothing, I would like you to tell me exactly why you’ve been punished?”

The girl was sobbing quietly as she faced her mistress. Her face was damp and her hair dishevelled. Cordelia noticed that on either side of the slightly pouting lips of her vulva was a growth of soft brown hair.

“Well, Mary? I’m waiting.”

“P . . . please, Ma’am. I kept you and Matron waiting, while . . . while . . . “

“ . . . while you answered a call of nature. And what has twelve swishy strokes of the cane across your bottom taught you?”

“That I’m . . . I’m not to do that when you ring for me . . . Ma’am.”

Mrs Fairclough sighed.

“And how do you propose to do that, Mary. Unless you’re planning to go in your knickers. Well, is that your plan?”

She hung her head.

“No, Ma’am.”

“So do you remember what I said? About establishing a regular habit? Of having a bowel movement each morning before work?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Mrs Fairclough paused.

“I think, Mary, I had better supervise that for the next few weeks. You will come to the small bathroom on the first floor at six o’clock tomorrow morning and you’ll sit on the chamber pot that I’ll have placed there. And you will not rise until there has been a bowel movement. Do you understand?”

The girl reddened.

“Ye . . . yes, Ma’am.”

“And in case you are wondering why I am putting you on the chamber pot, it is for two reasons. First, it will remind you that not to have regular habits at your age is the behaviour of a baby. And secondly, crouching as you will have to do on the pot will make it easier to have a movement. We don’t want you there all day.”

The girl was biting her lip and blinking back her tears.

“Now pull up your knickers and lower your dress. But first, for goodness sake, straighten your stockings.”

When Mary had gone, Cordelia smiled.

“Thank you for allowing me to correct Mary. I hope it will do some good. And before long I’ll be sending you a boy along to discipline.”

“I look forward to that, Cordelia. But only if that’s helpful to you.”

“It will be, Diana. I’ll send him along with a note. Then, you’ll know what he’s done, and can punish him appropriately. But look at the time. Howard Greaves will wonder where I am. He’s coming for a chat about William. And thank you so much for the coffee and shortcake biscuits.”

Mrs Lavington hurried along the corridor and caught Mr Greaves just as he was entering the infirmary.

“Howard, come into my office. We can talk there.”

Mr Greaves had rarely been invited into Matron’s office. He looked around and recognised the scope it offered for disciplining boys. The stark shower, the low bench with a towel draped over it, and the pillar with its raised wooden surround.

“Do sit down, Howard.”

She gestured to an armchair. He sat crossing his legs.

“So what can I do for you, Matron?”

“I just wanted to have a word about William. How do you find the boy?”

Mr Greaves rubbed his chin.

“Well, Matron, if I am honest, and I’m sure you would wish me to be, I find him inattentive and often disobedient. He’s been punished several times for poor and untidy work and as you probably gathered I had to cane him yesterday for being disruptive in class.”

“Yes, I saw the marks on his bottom. He confessed to what he’d done. A caning was certainly the correct response. My only regret is that he was caned across his trousers rather than bare. Which is what I would have done. I’ve told him that if he’s caned again in class, he’ll be caned again by me when he arrives home. And that they’ll be not a stitch between the rattan and his bottom to deaden the pain.”

“I can appreciate your wish to provide salutary punishment, Matron. I rarely cane boys bare, but I use a heavier cane to compensate for that. I’m not against bare bottom punishment. If it’s your wish that I punish William bare, then I am perfectly happy to do so. But it may look as though I am victimising the boy.”

“Then I suggest you tell the class that it’s his mother’s wish. You can say she’s most concerned at his lack of effort and poor behaviour. And that she considers a caning on his bare bottom is the most promising way to bring about an improvement. He’ll find that shaming but that’s all to the good.”

She smiled.

“And if you apply the rattan to a bare bottom, he may be spared a caning when he returns home. I say ‘may’ because I am sure there’ll be occasions when I judge a little further reinforcement to be necessary.”

She paused.

“Edward Crawley provides me with a short note on Samuel’s behaviour each day, Howard. Would it be too much for you to do the same for William?”

“Yes, I can certainly do that, Cordelia. I’ll hand the note to him at the end of the day for him to bring home.”

“And how did you find William this morning?”

“Very quiet and lacking in concentration.”

“That’s because the first thing he’ll be doing when we return home is fetching the cane from its hook in the hall and bringing it to me. He’s been neglecting his Bible reading and had the effrontery to lie about it. But don’t let that stop you from caning him during the day if you judge that to be necessary. And cane him bare, as we’ve agreed.”

(to be continued)

(The End)