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ORFANS [ note 2 ] Our wayes of spanking in the punishment room are best told from memory as I did watch some of them to happen: The first I recall is Brenda, some eight years of age. She was built sturdy with some youthfull plumpness and a pleasant nature. Brenda is brought to the punishment room by a minder, and her spanker awaits: Capt. John Tulk, late retired from His Majesty's Navy. A large man and by reputation a very dragon in any naval action, he is most gentle to our girls withal, though new to helping us charitably with his time. As with all who are new, Capt. Tulk is assisted by a more experienced friend until he will be able judge for himself the force and duration of spanking that is needed, depending upon the age and maturity of each girl who is presented for punishment. His mentor in this case is Sir Anthony Tukesbury, Bart. The spanker aims to illicit from a girl so young as Brenda a properly contrite response to her punishment. The force of spanking must be nicely adjusted to engender the tears of a young girl and pleas for mercy, more by appearance of fierce punishment than by real hurt to her lovely and delicate bottom. Brisk beating may be needed, though, to warm a girl of twelve to bring her to copious weeping, loud pleadings, straining at her ties, wriggling, squerming and the full pageant of spanking -which brings to the ladies and gentlemen, both spanker and observer, the greatest satisfaction of feeling that a punishment has been well delivered, which does draw from them their greatest bounty towards the coffers of the Great Orfanage. The spankings are to chastise each girl as befits her particular physique and naughtiness. She must never be allowed to feel that the first purpose of her punishment is to cause an employer to hire her, though I suspect some of the older girls do "play to the gallery" so to attract a wealthy observer to employ them, with pretty squeals and wriggles during their spankings. To return to Brenda and Capt. Tulk: He sits in a spanking chair with no arm-rests to restrict his work, with Sir Anthony standing on his right hand. "Come stand before me, Brenda. You may leave us now, ma'am", to the attendant, who starts the one hour sand-timer as she leaves and closes the door behind her. "The slate here in my hand Brenda does state that you were caught pinching another girl Pamela so hard that the marks were there to see on the next day! "What do you say to that, Miss Brenda, pray?!" and his gnarled weather-beaten face looked properly fierce. "She hit me first, Sir!" "You are making this worse for yourself, Miss (frowning fiercer) You must NEVER tell tales about what another girl has done! "Even if what you say were true, who will believe you? and you get yourself accused of telling lies to save yourself! "So now I have to punished you for telling untruths as well as for pinching Pamela! "Come close to me Brenda . . . and turn your back . . . I am going to lift your skirt . . . there, hold it up. Now your drawers come down . . (sliding them down her legs) and step out of them, please. "I want you to lie yourself over my knee here . . right over . . there. And I tuck your skirt into the neck of your dress . . . "I am going to spank you with my hand, Brenda, and it's a very hard hand, Brenda. I have used it to kill people in battles at sea, Brenda. "So it will hurt, Brenda!" Capt. Tulk's hand was indeed huge as he laid it against the plump white bottom of the eight year old Brenda. She was now weeping in terror of the ogre who now had her firmly pressed down on the small of her back against his rough sea-going trousers. The cheeks of her bottom did squeeze together in jerks as she sobbed loudly and her face did show sheer terror. SLAPPPP!!!! "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brenda wriggled her bottom violently in pain. Capt. Tulk looked inquiringly at Sir Anthony - was it too hard?? Sir Anthony nodded approval . . . all unseen to Brenda. SLAPPPP!!!!! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!", and Brenda squermed on his lap, weeping. SLAPPPP!!!!!!! "Oooooooowwww!!", and Brenda wrythed again in pain, and sobbing. After Capt. Tulk had smacked Brenda's chubby round bottom a dozen times (making much noise, but not too terribly hard!) it was glowing a faint red and she was weeping copiously, and Sir Anthony signaled to rest . . . "Brenda, I'll stop spanking now . . . and I will take away some of your pain. "I do it like this . . by stroking your sore . . sore . . bottom gennnnnnnntly . . gennnnnntly . . there . . that's better?" And Capt. Tulk slowly fondled and kneaded Brenda's sore red bottom in a way that soon had her to stop wrything around and crying as she began to make sounds more like humming as she squirmed slowly on his lap in pleasure. Sir Anthony signaled to stop after some ten minutes of soothing massage to Brenda's angelic bottom . . . and Capt. Tulk continued: "Brenda, that spanking with my hard hand was your punishment for cruelly pinching Pamela so the marks on her were still there next day. "For telling tales about her and trying to put the blame on her, I am going to spank you with something harder: the back of a hairbrush . . . "I want to be sure you are lying firm over my knee, and I know it's rough Navy trousers I am wearing, which may chafe hard on your fair skin . . . There, I hold you firm now . . . "Let me remind you, Brenda: you will NOT tell tales!". SLAPPPP! . . . as the hairbrush flattened Brenda's lovely plump little bottom . . "OOOOOOOH!!! OOOOOOOOOOOH!!" shouted Brenda . . . "Brenda, you will NOT tell tales!" SLAPPPP!! . . . as the back of the hairbrush again flattened Brenda's angelic bottom . . . "OOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!", yelled Brenda . . . "Brenda, NEVER tell tales!" SLAPPPP!!!! and the back of the hairbrush again gave Brenda's adorable bottom another stinging kiss . . . "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" and Brenda wept floods of tears now. Capt. Tulk raised an eyebrow to Sir Anthony, who nodded. "Come Brenda, that is enough to help you remember: NEVER tell tales my dear girl. "Now you have paid the price, your punishment is ended, and you are forgiven. "Let me help you to sit up . . . so I can give you a hug . . . and I'll soothe that sore sore bottom of yours". Brenda now sat on his lap with her bottom sticking out over the edge and he did rub and squeeze his hand gently all around over her soft silky smooth roundness. Capt. Tulk had his other arm hold Brenda firmly with her face to the breast of his rough serge sea jacket, while he kissed her forehead and murmured to her: "You are forgiven for all you did wrong, my dear Brenda . . . Everything is all right now . . . Dry your eyes . . . here take my handkerchief . . . see, it has my initials on it . . and you may keep it my dear Brenda. You are nice girl and I am fond of you". Capt. Tulk continued for a long time to stroke Brenda's painful bottom, and reassure her that all was now well . . . . . . . . . "Now, time to stand up again, and here are your drawers to put back on again, ready to go. "All dressed now . . . "Brenda, please tell me that you forgive me for being the person to cause you so much pain! Can you forgive me, Brenda? Please!" "Yes Sir, thank you Sir! And thank you for caring enough to punish me, Sir!" And dear Brenda near stumbled as she bobbed him the curtsey which we teach the girls to give after that they have been spanked. Capt. Tulk rang on the hand bell and the minder entered to escorted Brenda away to her lessons again. Sir Anthony, I saw, grasped Capt. Tulk firmly by the hand and clapped him on the back in congratulation for a delicate spanking well and lovingly done. For the punishment of Brenda, the observers at the spy-holes were those who usually like to visit for the spanking of our younger girls. These observers alway do give generously to see the Great Orfanage maintain such good standards of discipline with unstinted time spent upon the punishments of the girls. Jessica, the next girl I have in mind, is ten and she usually has a somewhat dull and surly expression on her face: not one of our more attractive girls to hire as a servant and I expected we may have difficulty to find her a good employer. The minder brings her into the punishment room where Lady Frances awaits. Her ladyship is a forceful woman, though not tall. She has changed her fashionable clothes for the stern work ahead, and has a simple smock with no adornment in her hair nor any jewelry showing, and wore a mask to keep her identity from the visitors at their viewing windows. "Come here, Jessica. I am Lady Frances. I want you to address me as Ma'am". "Yes 'm". "No, not 'm . . . You must learn to say it right; say Ma'am". "Yes, Ma'am". "That's better, Jessica . . . Now, your slate says you did not polish the brass and copper cooking pots as you should. It says here that you are often lazy. Jessica, tell me if you think that is true?" "Yes, Ma'am, I suspose so". And Jessica hung her head. "My job is to help you to mend your ways, Jessica. I want you to stand up on that box and bend yourself over the end of the table". To the minder: "Fasten Jessica's wrists to the table rings, please . . . Now raise her skirt and tuck it into her collar . . . Remove her under-drawers . . . and take them with you as you leave. Thank you". As the attendant leaves the room, she turns the sand timer to start it . . . "Jessica, before the hour is out, I will do my best to make you decide to work hard at all the tasks you are given to do. "This is for the good of your whole future. A lazy girl can not survive today. No one will want to employ you. You MUST learn: You WILL work hard! "I will start first with the wood paddle . . . You are to count the strokes: After the first one say: "One, thank you Ma'am", and so on. "And I will remind you of why you are being beaten . . Do you understand, Jessica?" "Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am". SLAPPPP went the paddle and flattened Jessica's plump bottom. "OHHHH! ONE Ma'am, thank you Ma'am". "You WILL work hard, Jessica!" SLAPPPP went the paddle again on Jessica's soft warm bottom. "AAAAAAH!! TWO MA'AM, thank you Ma'am". "You WILL work hard, Jessica!" SLAPPPP went the paddle on Jessica's bare bottom as she bent over the table with wrists firmly tied in place, and I saw m'Lady Frances knew well how to spank . . . the blows were not hard and Jessica would be able to take a full hour of punishment at the force used by her spanker on the paddle . . . tho' her pain will mount until she will feel most sore by the end. And at every stroke, m'Lady firmly said: "You WILL work hard, Jessica!" At "OOOOOOOOOOW! TWENTY Ma'am, thank you Ma'am", Jessica was weeping copiously, and m'Lady Frances stopped for some five minutes . . . "Now, Jessica, I am going to tie this blindfold on you, and I am going to use the strap for punishment. You will not know when the strap will hit you . . . "As you bend over the table there with your bottom bare I want you to imagine that you are polishing the brasses, and for a few minutes you have stopped working hard at it . . . THAT is when the strap will strike you. "And I want you to start counting again, from ONE. Do you understand, Jessica?" "Yes, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am". (her voice choking with tears). The strap whistled through the air and landed on Jessica's scarlet bottom with no warning: CRAKKKK . . . "AAAAAH! ONE, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am". "You WILL work hard, Jessica!" A long pause, then: CRAKKKK . . . the strap made a loud noise as it bit into Jessica's bottom again. And by this time Jessica was squerming and wrything against the bonds on her wrists, jerking and kicking her legs back straight out as she howled, then said: "TWO MA'AM. Thank you Ma'am". "You WILL work hard, Jessica!" With all the long terrifying waits for the next blow, Jessica got no more than seven cuts with the strap . . . but they were hard and most painful to her. M'Lady Frances had kept the pain well within what Jessica's ten year old bottom could endure, though she did buck and jerk at every cut of the strap in a most lively way. At: "SEVEN MA'AM, thank you ma'am" . . . "Jessica, you WILL work hard . . . won't you Jessica??" "YES Ma'am, yes I will Ma'am, yes I will, I will, I will!". "Very well, Jessica. I will release your wrists and soothe your sore red bottom. I will rub it gently . . ." Jessica's bottom felt m'Lady's hand most painfully and she winced and twisted her hips from side to side in agony as the fingers pressed and rubbed deep into her scarlet cheeks, while she cried out in pain . . . "Shush! Shush! 'Tis for your own good! This will disperse the bruises. You will have far less pain tonight, Jessica. Stay still while I take the pain away". And m'Lady Frances kept probing and kneading Jessica's aching bottom, though Jessica continued to bawl in pain . . . "Jessica, hush! I will soothe you with my own person!" A quick flurry of m'Lady's smock put it up on Jessica's back and m'Lady stood close behind Jessica, pressing herself hard against the girl's bare bottom, rocking hard and quick from side to side. I have no doubt m'Lady was naked under her smock. Jessica was most suddenly startled to feel m'Lady's warm naked body pressing against her bottom, and she straight stopped her noise! M'Lady did rock herself faster and more intense thus a few minutes longer . . . then her face flushed red and her jerking movement betrayed a sudden climax to her work, after which she drew back and let her smock fall into place. After some time of heavy breath while m'Lady recovered herself: "I think you are ready now, Jessica my dear, to go back to your work. Let me help you up . . . . and we'll lower your skirt -there!" "Can you forgive me, Jessica dear, for the punishment I have just given you? It was intended only for your own benefit, you know!" "Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am. It is most good of you to care for me and my future, Ma'am". We do teach the girls to drop a curtsie when they reply thus to their spanker but dear Jessica was so deeply affected by the feel of being loved when that m'Lady had frigged her bare cunnie against Jesse's naked and sensuous bottom that she did fall to the ground and clasp the knees of m'Lady and lay her head into her crotch and rub it there to the great delight of m'Lady Frances. "Thank you Ma'am! Thank you Ma'am! Thank you indeed Ma'am!' "That is very lovely of you, Jessica my dear. I will remember you alway with affection and mayhap we will chance to meet again". At this moment the attendant came in response to m'Lady's ring to escort Jessica back to her work. "And Jessica . . ." "Yes Ma'am?" "You WILL work hard . . . won't you?" "Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am!" and Jessica walked stiffly from the punishment room. The reader will note that we make no attempt at the Great Orfanage to hide the true nature of a girl from her spanker or those watching who might employ her. The future mistresses of our orfan girls do find that the demeanour of a girl as she undergoes painful correction is an excellent indication of her personal nature. Whether the girl would be a willing, hardworking and compliant member of the household; Or whether she have a high spirit that needs to be tamed with much strong punishment, which some ladies do greatly prefer; Or somewhat lazy and invite punishment almost daily . . . M'Lady Frances did come to me and ask that she be allowed to have more dealings with Jessica and punish her on some future occasions as she fancied the girl may be suitable to her needs for a personal servant in her household by the following year when that Jessica will have reached eleven years of age. And such did indeed come to pass after that M'Lady Frances had spanked Jessica hard for some several times more and frigged her naked cunnie against the girl's warm and punished bottom on every occasion to the great delight of the visitors behind their viewing windows. M'Lady Frances did take Jessica to her house when aged eleven and likely had to spank her upon her bare bottom almost daily so she will work to earn her keep. The solicitude of the gentry for our orfan girls never ceases to amaze me: some mistresses of large houses are well satisfied with a girl who needs such frequent chastisement, but is otherwise clean and well-mannered. Jessica did come visit me some years later when that m'Lady was in Town and told me how that things had gone with her. She had a room on the same floor of the house as m'Lady separate from the other servants so she was alway in quick and easy call. M'Lady kept Jessica employed with sewing and the mending of cloathes and did indeed beat her most days saying it was for laziness and did frig herself each time against the warm and comfortable body of Jessica sometime one way sometime another. Her meals were brought to her room and m'Lady did make sure she had plenty and did keep what some do call her puppy fat so she stayed cuddlesome to m'Lady. M'Lord her husband did have much to drink on Jessica's first Christmas there and come to her room. Great was his surprise and pleasure when Jessica gave no resistance to his advances and e'en rolled on the bed and did offer him her plump and comely bottom which she had swift prepared for him with grease from the snuff box we had given her. Great was his joy as his rampant yard slid slowly into her twelve year old bottom which he told her he did find mighty tight and greatly to his pleasure. She had replied that he did give her a wonderful feeling that did go all through her, and he did like that much. Jessica when that she came to see me was still enjoying daily spankings from m'Lady and was oft times pleasured by his Lordship who alway did extol the tight grip that her young bottom did take of his rampant yard. It did seem that the charity of those who had given of their time to spank young Jessica while she was in the Great Orfanage had indeed given this unlikely girl the most excellent opportunities for a full and healthful life. When that in some few years m'Lady wishes again to have a girl of eleven or twelve as her personal servant she will like visit the Great Orfanage and chuse another, while she let Jessica go, as a virgin still with her maidenhead intact, to the marriage bed of one of the prosperous farmers on their estates with a dowry that did show the thanks of m'Lady and his Lordship for the great pleasures that Jessica had provide for them over the years. As Jessica did leave me I felt what great reward I had for my work amongst the orfans in my charge and wished it may long continue. For the third girl I recall, a renowned Member of Parliament awaited in the punishment room, Charles James F--, a generous benefactor of our Orfanage. He had doffed his wig and finery and chose to wear a small grey mask and the white costume of a master cook, all excepting the tall white hat. As we know, one peculiar cut of this clothing is its lack of covering for the wearer's privy parts which lie open and fully exposed under the white apron of the cook, so to piss without handling. An attendant brought in the miscreant, Colleen, a lively girl of twelve with a slender frame, milk-white skin and red hair. Her breasts had hardly begun to show, but her lily-white bottom jutted out firmly from her narrow hips, as only a young girl's can. Her green eyes usually laughing and with a twinkle in them, but not now - she knew she was due for severe punishment. "Colleen, your the slate says you started a water fight last Friday night in your dormitory, using the clyster cylinder that you have for washing in your bottom, and the walls of your dormitory were running with water before you could be stopped. "What's more, Colleen, Matron received a clyster-full of cold water in her face from you. She says you aimed the clyster cylinder deliberately at her before she could reach you to stop the fight. "Colleen, tell me first, do you dispute any of these charges?" "I didn't aim it at Matron, Sir, she moved in the way as I began to squirt at another girl!" "That's as may be. Tell me Colleen, why did you start a clyster fight?" "It was fun, Sir, it really was . . ." Mr. F-- had a fit of coughing to cover his laughter. When he recovered: "Colleen, it is my painful duty to spank you until I'm sure you will remember the pain for many months to come, and curb any temptation in yourself to have "fun" of this kind . . . Do you understand, Colleen?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir". "Yes. Well, Colleen, you will have to pay now. It is a most grievous fault that you have committed and it is my unpleasant duty to make sure you remember that you are sorry". "Colleen, I want your upper half on the table and your legs hanging down and tied well apart. "Thank you, ma'am (to the minder) her wrists first, tied to the rings. Soft leather, is it? Not too tight please - "Good! Now her skirt up and drawers off . . . and tie her ankles - not too tight but wide apart - to the table legs. "Thank you. You may leave us now . . ." The attendant took Colleen's drawers with her, and started the one-hour sand timer then closed the door as she left. Charles James F--- said: "This must be a severe punishment and I very much regret I have to do this, my dear Colleen. First I must impress upon you that I hold no personal ill will toward you and to make you mindful of this I will do to you thus . . ." He took out a fine lawn hand kerchief and touched it briefly with his tongue then pressed that wet part to Colleen's small and pink rosebud which was facing the windows for visitors and clear for all to see between the two milk-white orbs of her lovely bottom. Mr. F-- did lift the hand kerchief away and did examine it closely. "Colleen, I am pleased to see that you have cleansed yourself well this morn", and without more ado he kneeled upon the floor behind her and kissed her bottom full and deep. His head pushed in again and again - he was certainly using his tongue to lick and suck her rosebud and used it to probe into her bottom. Colleen did make gasp and moan as she squirmed her bottom in pleasure of what was done to her as he did linger and give great joy to the girl, (and to himself methought). At last Mr. F-- did remove his face from between her lovely milk-white cheeks and stand again upon his feet. "My dear Colleen, I hope you do believe now that I am truly fond of you and will only punish you now for your own good, to help you mend your ways?" "Aye, indeed I do Sir!", returned Colleen, wondering what to happen next. "Your bottom is going to swallow this dildoll and I will spank you while it is inside you, which will hurt most harshly. "The 'Battering Ram' as you call it will put the dildoll inside your bottom for me, and indeed nothing is known that can stop this Battering Ram from forcing an entry to the most tight closed door". "Oh! Please Sir! It will hurt me most terribly, I'm sure of it! Please, do you have to use it Sir?!" "You should have thought of that before you squirted water with the clyster in the face of Matron, Colleen!", said Mr. F-- as he took from a peg on the wall the stick with a disk near one end and let it hang by its thin cords from the beams above. The varnished stick as long as his arm and as thick as his little finger did swing back and fore along its length with one round end tapping against Colleen's rosebud. "Look-you Colleen, this is the dildoll your bottom is going to swallow!", and he held up the largest one from the table for Colleen and the visitors to see. The dildoll was about four inch long and an inch across at the thickest part about midway along it. The ends were well rounded, with a hole for the stick in one end, and all well varnished. Mr. F-- did let Colleen take a close look and her face did show her fear and trepidation plainly for the visitors to see. "The dildoll slides loosly onto the end of the varnished stick, thus . . . and I make sure your bottom is well greased . . . and the dildoll also. "I have a ten pound weight on this cord which I run over the pulley down here between your legs and loop onto the disk so the weight does pull the dildoll toward your pretty rosebud, thus". "Oh! I do feel the Battering Ram pressing to enter, Sir! Can nothing stop it?!" "Nothing, my dear Colleen! I have a fifty pound weight here should we need it to overcome any reluctance you may have to allow the dildoll to slide into your lovely bottom!" "Oh! Sir that does sound most painful! Can you please make it easy for me?" "Indeed I can my dear Colleen. First I add another ten pound weight, thus . . . so the dildoll is pulled even harder toward your rosebud, And second, I do swing the end of the Battering Ram, so". The end of the stick toward the visitors was weighted to swing like the bob of a pendulum, and this did make that end of the stick swing on its cord from the beam above. It was a cord of several feet and the swing was long and easy. The dildoll as it pressed against Colleen's rosebud was twisted slowly from side to side by the swinging of the other end and she did squirm her bottom mightily in pleasure at the feel of the well greased dildoll rubbing thus as it pressed against her rosebud. With this steady movement from side to side against Colleen's sweet rosebud the dildoll, pulled as it was by twenty pounds of weight, did slowly work itself between her lips to part them wide and make the dildoll to enter her bottom as the visitors did gape in awe and Colleen did gasp loud and long as she felt the dildoll slide slowly up all the waye into her bottom. The disk on the stick had stopped against the cheeks of Colleen's bottom so the stick did penetrate Colleen's bottom but little, and the dildoll was drawn in as her sphyncter closed on the tapered end of the varnished wood dildoll. Mr. F-- did unloop the cord from the disk and pull the stick from her rosebud to hang it against the wall again. Colleen's rosebud did close to push the dildoll well up inside her bottom and the visitors could see from her face the very great joy that she did have from this as her rosebud did close over the smooth round end of the varnished wood. "Colleen, I am going to spank you while you have the large dildoll up inside your bottom and the pain will remind you for evermore that you are never to treat those in authority over you with such gross disrespect as you did treat Matron with the clyster on Friday. "I want you to count as I apply the paddle to your bottom: One Sir, and so on, no matter how much it does hurt you. Do you understand me, Colleen?" "Yes Sir! Please don't hurt me too much Sir!" "Only as much as I have to, Colleen!" SLAPP! went the first kiss of the paddle. "Ohhhhhh! . . . . One Sir!". SLAPP! "Aaaagh! Two Sir!" SLAPP! "Owwwwwwwww! Three Sir" And each time Colleen frigged her cunnie against the edge of the table and she did revel in the sensation of the dildoll as it moved sharply inside her bottom at each slap of the paddle and excited her deepest centres of joy. Mr. F-- was slapping Colleen's bottom with the paddle only hard enough to make the dildoll excite her far up inside her bottom. Colleen did know to give a display of pain for the visitors with her cries of Ohhhh! Owwwww! Aaaaagh! and the like but she could not disguise what happened to her in the end as she approached her climax of delight from the excitement of the dildoll as it was thrust again and again by the rapid beating of the paddle deep into her bottom and her hips moved rapidly to frig her cunnie against the edge of the table before her whole frame went rigid with her ecstasy then sank in torpid languor, as she lay gasping on the table with her legs gone limp over the side. "Colleen, I believe I have punished you sufficient now; I will remove the dildoll from in your bottom and try to sooth the bruises to your cheeks". Mr. F-- did grasp the thin cord that was fastened to the dildoll and gently pulled on the rounded wooden plug until it came slowly out from between the lips of Colleen's rosebud. Every person amongst the visitors did well understand this to show that Colleen would be well able to serve the master of the house where she was employed as well as his male guests, and that Colleen would greatly enjoy the doing thereof. Mr. F-- did take grease on his hands and gently stroke them over Colleen's lovely bottom to disperse any bruising and to sooth any hurt to the love channel into her bottom with a well-greased finger lovingly pressed between the pink lips of her sweet rosebud and slid slowly in and out for a considerable time while Colleen did sigh and moan in her pleasure thereat and Mr. Fox's hand did disappear beneath his cook's apron to make his own pleasure there. At last Mr. F-- did undo the bindings to Colleen's ankles and wrists and help her to stand again as he did lower her skirt to make her decent. He did ring the hand-bell for the minder as he asked Colleen the usual question after a spanking: "Colleen, my dear, I most sincerely hope you will forgive me for causing you such great and grievous hurt? I only hope I have helped you to see the wayes that you must behave for the future?" "I know it was no more hurt to me than I needed for my own good Sir! Prithee bless me as you would your own daughter Sir, if that be I do not ask too much", and Colleen sank to her knees in front of this most eminent member of the House of Commons. Mr. F-- had already given most copiously of his time as a charity to our orfan girl Colleen but he made no scruple about adding his blessing to the orfan waif before him and she so grateful that there were tears on her cheeks as she left the punishment room with her minder. These three different spankings do serve to illustrate the manner thereof. Some do truly punish the orfan girl and correct her misbehaviour while others do show the visitors more what manner of pleasures they can expect to enjoy with that orfan girl if that they do take her to their household. All punishments to girls of eight and upward are given in the punishment room before visitors. Generous gifts are elicited from those who view the spankings and these do support the Great Orfanage and the charitable work of those who do the spankings. The number of orfan girls that we can support has risen in my time from less than fiftie when I did first come to more than three hundred at the time I do write and their conditions have vastly improved withal. The punishment room and the work there of the gentry which they do out of their extraordinary charity is the engine which drives the whole marvellous machine which does support and train so many destitute orfan girls so that some twenty each year do grow to leave us for secure employment with good masters and mistresses as servants in some of the finest houses in the Realm. Without the punishment room and its viewing chambers, with the charitable gentle folk who do spank the girls' bottoms there, nothing of this would have come to pass. It is to the marvelous charity of these gentle men and women that so many orfan girls do owe their fine start in life. |