Cordelia Lavington Chapter 47
By Governess
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Copyright 2016 by Governess,
all rights reserved
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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
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such material, please leave now.
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Having dismissed Hammond, Mrs Lavington sat at
her desk and reflected on her conversation with Diana Fairclough. She had
expressed reservations about the severe welting William had received. But in
truth she had no real misgivings about the severity of his punishment for she believed
wholeheartedly in the benefits of firm and consistent discipline. It was not
that she was seeking encouragement or reassurance. It was rather to hear the
echo of her own deepest conviction from the lips of another.
Sometimes she could become almost breathless at
the thought that children were increasingly being spared the rod of correction.
That a demonic sentimentality was sweeping the world, and that the kingdom of
darkness that needed to be confronted with strength and resolution was gaining
ground.
And how cunning was the Devil in persuading
parents that children were innocent and without sin, and that to punish them
was an affront to God. How often had she heard it said that Jesus was against
chastising children because of his saying that if anyone offended a child it
were better that he should be thrown into the sea with a millstone around his
neck. How the Devil could twist Scripture to his own ends, just as he had done
in Jesus’s own temptation. The offence to a child was to spare him chastisement
or to provide chastisement that was a weak and inadequate response to
wrongdoing. And when Jesus set a child in the midst of his disciples and told
them “of such is the Kingdom of Heaven” was he saying that children were
sinless? Of course not! Rather that they needed to relate to their Heavenly
Father as a child relates to those in earthly authority over him: with a
fearful respect, striving to obey and willing to learn from discipline.
The welts she had raised on Hammond’s and
McCourt’s flesh were a visible sign of the corrective love of God administered
by her in accordance with his living word. And how wonderfully the spirit and
the will were knit together with the fleshly body. The spirit and the will
expressed themselves through the body. In song and laughter, through tears and
touch. And on earth we were as Saint Teresa had said the hands and feet of
Christ.
Christ
has no body but yours
No
hands, no feet on earth but yours.
Yours
are the eyes with which he looks
With
compassion on this world.
Yours
are the feet with which he walks to do good.
Yours
are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours
are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours
are the eyes, you are his body.
And it was with our physical
body that we disciplined a child’s will through the infliction of bodily pain. And
we comforted his spirit afterwards by holding his body to ours. Both were
expressions of compassion. The harsh discipline as much as the ensuing comfort.
She picked up a pencil
and taking a sheet of paper made a list of the things she had yet to
accomplish. At the top was
1.
Resolve how best to punish William for his tantrum
She twisted the pencil
in her fingers as she thought. Diana had considered it entirely appropriate to
revert him to the chamber pot, and believed she should discuss with Howard
Greaves the use of the pot in the classroom. But surely the best way around the
classroom conundrum was to tell Howard that if William wished to use the
lavatory he was to be sent to her and she would have him sit on the pot in the
corridor outside the infirmary. That would be shaming and humbling enough
without upsetting anyone other than the boy himself. But that punishment arose
from his earlier tantrum, his writhing on the floor like a two year old,
completely out of control. For his more recent refusal to cooperate, Diana had
suggested a more thorough reversion to a two year old’s status. She twisted the
pencil between her fingers. The pot certainly, but also the wearing of a nappy
at night; having to sit obediently at her feet in silence when his brother and
sister were free to play; and being fed his food like a baby. She smiled. That,
imposed for a week, would be a severe discipline.
Then she wrote the next
task.
2. Write
to James Fairclough about McCourt and Hammond.
She opened a drawer and
took out a sheet of notepaper, and putting down the pencil, picked up a pen.
Dear
Principal,
This
morning Miss Harris sent to the infirmary two boys, McCourt and Hammond, whom
she had caught fighting in the corridor outside my office. McCourt had a
bruised knee with a superficial abrasion and Hammond a cut face. They were
patched up and both were then soundly spanked for wasting the infirmary’s time
and resources. Hammond disgraced himself by urinating on the floor and was
additionally caned. He has also been given a series of painful enemas both to
assist with an impacted bowel and to provide further discipline. I was hesitant
whether to refer them to you in view of the punishment they had received at my
hands, but do so in view of your clearly expressed wish that boys caught
fighting in the corridors should be sent to you for punishment – or in this
case further punishment. If they are to be birched, I am very happy to assist
if you thought that appropriate.
Yours,
Cordelia
Lavington
Matron
She folded the note and
inserted it into an envelope and sealing it placed it edge up against the back
of the desk. She then added a third task to her list.
3.
Take steps to curb Samuel’s masturbatory habit
She frowned and pursed
her lips. She knew that a practice that was so urgent and so overwhelming could
only be curbed by severe punishment capable of inducing a holy fear in the boy.
But Samuel had not yet reached an age when the satisfaction of ejaculation was
accompanied by a seminal emission. That made discovery that much more
difficult. However, even when a boy had seminal emissions, he soon took steps
to hide the evidence. Most boys were initially both dirty and careless,
masturbating on to their pyjamas or sheets, and leaving tell-tale wrinkled
marks where the semen had dried. Then, when they had paid the price of such
carelessness, they would masturbate into a rag and then tuck it away unwashed
at the back of a drawer. When that had been discovered and they had been
severely whipped, only then would they start to masturbate over a hand basin or
lavatory pan behind a locked door. So for both an immature boy and for a
devious older boy, similar measures were required: constant vigilance, reducing
wherever possible the opportunities for sinning, and most importantly frequent
interrogation to awaken guilt and to force a confession.
As a girl she had shared
a room with her older brother and remembered the thrill of listening to him
masturbate in his bed. She would then threaten to report him to their mother,
but would often wait for several days before doing so. How she had relished his
anxiety and her own nervous anticipation of the flogging to come. Sometimes she
would decide not to betray him, knowing that in doing so she was encouraging a
futile hope of reprieve on the next occasion. She smiled, and wondered whether
Elizabeth, if she shared a bedroom with Samuel, would behave in a similar way.
She picked up the letter
she had written to the Principal and went into the infirmary.
“Ann do you think you
could take this down to the Principal. It concerns Hammond and McCourt.”
James Fairclough was
prompt in his reply which arrived before lunch.
Dear
Matron,
Thank
you for your note about Hammond and McCourt. I am pleased you referred the
matter to me. There is too much fighting and misbehaviour in the corridors and,
as you know, I am eager to stamp it out. However, in view of the very thorough
punishment Hammond has received at your hands, I propose to delay his
punishment for a few days. That will allow his currently wealed flesh to heal a
little before he is punished again. However, I see no reason to delay McCourt’s
birching and I should be grateful if you would accompany him to my study at
three o’clock this afternoon.
It
would also be most gratifying if you could remain afterwards and take afternoon
tea with Diana and myself.
With
every good wish,
James
Fairclough
Principal
Cordelia felt a frisson
of excitement at the prospect of witnessing McCourt’s flogging. She knew that
Diana was sometimes present when a boy was birched, and that it was largely
through her advocacy that the practice had been so swiftly reintroduced when
her husband had been appointed principal.
At half past two, she
sent for McCourt.
“The Principal wants to
see you McCourt. Stand with your back to the wall and your arms by your sides. And
do not move.”
She continued to write
at her desk for several minutes, and then looked up.
“Have you been birched
before, McCourt?”
“P . . . please, Matron.
No.”
“Well the Principal will
certainly birch you for fighting in the corridor. Do you know what a birching
is, McCourt?”
All he knew was that it
was something that happened to very naughty boys and was best avoided.
“I . . . I’m not sure,
Matron”
“You were not here when
that absconder, Burgess, was birched, were you?”
He looked down biting
his lip and shaking his head.
“Then let me warn you
that Mr Birch is no friend of small boys. He is made from four or sometimes six
switches cut from a birch tree. The leaves are stripped off and the twigs bound
together leaving a whippy end that is swished across a boy’s bare bottom until
it is covered in blood and he is hoarse from screaming. And you will be pleased
to know that the long smarting weals that are left will be visible for several
weeks as a reminder of the need for obedience.”
She paused.
“And all because you did
not heed the Principal’s rule not to fight in the corridors. It may seem a
dreadful punishment for something that to you is not that important. But you
see, McCourt, the rules are not set by what you think is important. They are
set in accordance with what the Principal judges to be necessary for the smooth
running of this reformatory. And if you choose to disobey the rules and to show
contempt for his authority, then that is a very serious matter. And you will be
birched.
“You will stand in the
corner for the next twenty minutes, facing the wall, and then I will accompany
you to the Principal’s office.”
She sat at her desk, but
she found it difficult to concentrate. She looked across at the small eight
year old boy in his grey shirt and short grey flannel trousers. Soon they would
be stripped off and his bottom bared for his flogging. She smiled, remembering
again the words of George MacDonald
God’s nature is always to forgive his little ones and there is no
extreme of suffering to which for the sake of destroying the evil in them, he
would not subject them.
She looked at the clock.
“Time to go, McCourt. It will be painful, but
my advice is to try and learn from it. Learn that you must obey rules even if
you see no sense in doing so.”
She put her arm around him and shepherded him
out of the room, out through the infirmary, and down the corridor. She knocked
at the door and on hearing the Principal’s ‘Come in’ entered. He rose to greet
her.
“Punctual as ever, Matron. And with McCourt.”
He beckoned to the boy.
“Come here, boy. Do you know why you are
here?”
He looked close to tears.
“Ye . . . yes, Sir.”
“And why is that?”
“T . . . to be punished . . . Sir.”
“And what are you being punished for?”
“F . . . for . . . fighting in the corridors
. . .Sir.”
“Yes, McCourt. For fighting in the corridor.
Foolishly outside Matron’s infirmary.”
He turned to Mrs Lavington.
“And you have punished him yourself, Matron. For
wasting your time when you had better and more important things to do. Is that
right?”
“Yes, Sir. McCourt is here to be punished for
breaking your rule forbidding running and fighting in the corridors. And I have
warned him that he may expect to be punished very severely indeed.”
He looked at the small boy shifting nervously
before him.
“Lower your trousers and remove them,
together with your underpants. And place both neatly over the arm of the chair.”
He pointed to one of the two green leather
armchairs. The boy slipped off his braces and did as he had been told, standing
half naked before them.
“And now off with the shirt and tie. And turn
around, boy. Let me see how effectively Matron has punished you.”
The boy turned, red with embarrassment,
shivering and yet pale with fear.
“I can see the boy has been soundly spanked,
Matron. And how many strokes was that?”
“Thirty, Sir. With the back of my hairbrush.”
The Principal propelled him round by his
shoulders and placed his fingers under the boy’s chin, forcing his head back.
“And was it painful, McCourt that spanking
with Matron’s hairbrush?”
He turned to Mrs Lavington.
“Was this the boy who disgraced himself,
Matron? Who wet himself like a baby?”
“No, Sir. That was Hammond. McCourt simply
disgraced himself by showing little or no fortitude in the face of adversity.”
“Well, an eight year old boy who cannot take
a spanking without blubbering for his mother is hardly likely to win any
plaudits for courage when he is birched.”
He looked at the boy.
“You do realise, McCourt, that you are going
to be birched, and birched severely. Matron has explained that to you?”
“Yes, Sir, he knows what to expect.”
“Does he indeed. Have you been birched
before, boy? No, let the boy answer for himself, Matron.”
“N . . . no, Sir. I . . . I don’t think so,
Sir.”
“You don’t think so. Never had those tough
leathery twigs swished across your bare flesh until you were roaring in agony. Never
looked in a mirror afterwards and seen those long bloody weals cut across your
bottom. No?”
He paused breathing in deeply.
“Oh, you would know if you had been birched,
boy.”
He looked as Mrs Lavington.
“Every boy remembers his first birching. And
why? Because it cuts and marks his soul, as well as his flesh.”
He looked at the quivering boy.
“Stand outside the door McCourt. I wish to
speak to Matron.”
The boy went, shamed at having to stand in
the corridor wearing only a short vest, with his bottom bare and his small
immature genitals exposed. The Principal turned to Mrs Lavington.
“I intend that McCourt’s first birching
should be something to learn from. Matron. A smarting memory that will give him
cause to be obey unquestioningly in future.”
He paused.
“I remember the first time I was birched at
the age of nine. I had been sacked from my prep school, a penalty that should
have fallen on another boy for I was innocent of the iniquity of which I was
accused. But he was believed and I was not. My parents were horrified. Rather
than enrol me in another school, they appointed a governess who was instructed
to work me hard, paying particular attention to my moral welfare. Whenever I
fell short she was to apply the rod unstintingly. She had a warmth about her
but also a firmness and determination that told me she would not hesitate to
provide the discipline required. Nor did she. I recall the first moment I was
introduced to her.
‘This is Miss
Ravenscourt, James. She is your new governess, and she will be responsible not
only for your lessons but for all that you do. She will rule over your whole
day from your rising in them morning until bedtime. She has the authority to
admonish you and to discipline you.”
“I was then left with her. I remember vividly
her first words to me.
‘I understand you are
a boy in need of discipline, James. In my book there is no effective discipline
without punishment, and the best punishment for a boy of your age is the
birch.’
“She pointed to the corner.
‘In that bucket there
are two birch rods. Bring one to me, please.’
“I did so and she swished it through the air.
I watched mesmerised.
‘Were you caned at
school, James?’
‘Y . . . yes, Miss
Ravenscourt.’
‘And how were you
caned, James?’
‘I . . . I’m not sure
I understand, Miss Ravenscourt.’
‘I am asking, James,
where the cane was applied. To what part of your body.’
‘T . . . to my bottom,
please, Miss Ravenscourt.’
‘To your bottom. And
what were you wearing when the cane was applied to your bottom?’
“I could feel my face hot and damp under her
interrogation.
‘We . .
. we were caned over our school trousers, please, Miss Ravenscourt.’
‘Over
your school trousers. You mean over the grey flannel shorts you wear throughout
the day?’
‘Yes, Miss
Ravenscourt.’
‘And did the cane hurt
when swished across the seat of your shorts?’
‘Please, yes, Miss
Ravenscourt.’
“She smiled. A smile I was to become all too
familiar with.
‘But
not as painful as it would have been if swished across your bare bottom?’
‘I . .
. I suppose not . . . Miss Ravenscourt.’
‘Well, let me tell you
that the birch is always administered to a boy’s completely bare bottom. When I
kiss a boy goodnight, I kiss him directly on the lips. I do not place a piece
of cloth between his lips and mine. He wants to feel the softness of my lips
expressing my love for him. And when I express my love by birching him, it
cannot be done through clothing. He needs to feel the sharp pain of each stroke
correcting his wrongdoing and opening the path to forgiveness. To do otherwise
would not be love but an empty, useless gesture. Tell me, James, when you were
expelled from school were you first flogged for your disgraceful behaviour?’
‘N . . . no, Miss
Ravenscourt.’
‘Well I am surprised. I
can understand their not wanting a perverse boy like you to continue at the
school. But to leave your sin unpunished seems quite extraordinary.’
“She smiled.
‘But that can easily
be put right. Best to start with a completely clean sheet, I think, James.’
“And my nether garments were removed and I
was flogged.”
At that moment, the door opened and Mrs
Fairclough entered.
“I see you have a boy standing outside in the
corridor James in a state of some undress. I take it he
is to be punished.”
“Yes, Matron, caught him fighting in the
corridor. He is to be birched.”
(End of File)