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ORFANS [ note 4 ] But one example will suffice to show the degree to which we are flexible to meet the desires of our patrons. Lady Cynthia, wife of Sir Thomas B-----, did come to observe our punishments and her eye was specially caught by one orfan girl by the name of Beryl who was aged only ten years at that time. M'Lady did ask me if the governess of her own children could be permitted to administer punishment to this girl when next she was due for chastisement while that m'Lady did watch from a private viewing chamber. M'Lady said to me: "Beryl does look to be a pleasant girl and I would like her to be brought to me after her punishment so I may provide comfort to her, in charity towards this orfan girl". Being sensible that m'Lady Cynthia might see fit to offer employment to Beryl even at ten years of age I showed her one of the larger viewing rooms with a bed and wash-hand basin in it, and seats by the viewing window. I did suggested a somewhat handsome sum for the privilege that she did ask, to which m'Lady did readily agree. I assured her that young Beryl was certain once again to need correction and punishment for her wrongdoings in a fort'night and we did arrange that m'Lady would come with the governess in two weeks at ten o'the clock. At the appointed time m'Lady Cynthia did come with the governess Hilda, and m'Lady did go to be comfortably seated at her viewing window to watch the punishment of Beryl. The governess Hilda did enter the punishment room and doff her black cape to expose strong arms. She was a Nordic woman about thirty with hair pulled back in a tight plait and excellent suited to govern the children and younger servants in the house of m'Lady Cynthia. I did stay to watch from my own spy-hole to ensure no mishap, as I did hope m'Lady would ask for more such meetings with Beryl to satisfy herself on her liking for the girl. A minder did bring the girl Beryl into the punishment room: an attractive girl, tall for her age, pale and slender with fair hair and a sweet face, usually filled with fun but now showing only trepidation at her coming punishments from a strange governess. It was easy to see how M'Lady Cynthia was drawn to bestow her charity and care to the welfare of such a delightful sylph. Indeed, it was her very slenderness of frame that accounted for Beryl being still unbespoke, at the age of ten: employers did remark that she appeared too lacking in strength and stamina for a hard day at laundering cloathes, beating of rugs, wood-carrying and other chores in a large house. Hilda did ask first for Beryl to be tied face down full length on the table top. The minder did bind her wrists, then did reach up under her skirt to pull off her underdrawers, and bound her ankles too. Beryl lay spreadeagle flat on her stomach. Hilda did raise her skirt to reveal a pale bottom with cheeks that did rise surprisingly firm and round for one with so slender a body. "Beryl, my name is Mistress Hilda. I have to read the first of your faults during the past week, and I am to give you proper punishment. Do you understand me, Beryl? "Yes, Hilda" (came in Beryl's low husky voice). SLAPPP . . . . as Hilda's hand landed hard on Beryl's firm round bottom. "*Mistress* Hilda, if you please!" "Yes, Mistress Hilda. I'm sorry Mistress Hilda". "You have been late for sewing work three times this last week. I wish to hear you say, Beryl, that you have been naughty and that you wish me to punish you for it". "Yes, Mistress Hilda, I have been very naughty. Please do punish me for it". "I will give you four spanks with my hand for each time you were late, a total of twelve spanks, Beryl". SLAPP . . SLAPP . . SLAPP . . . . and the spanks rained down to redden the angelic curves of Beryl's firm round bottom. The viewing chambers were raised so observers were looking down to see Beryl as she lay tied spreadeagle on the punishment table and could well see each hard spank of Hilda's hand as it did flatten Beryl's full cheeks to make them bounce and she did squerm in her pain. At the end, with cheeks scarlet, came in a strangled low voice from Beryl: "Thank you, Mistress Hilda", as she did wrythe and wriggle on the table in a vain attempt to relieve the great pain in her bottom. "Your next faults on this list Beryl are six times failing to keep the fire stoked with wood in the refectory hall". "It was very naughty for me to let the fire die low. Mistress Hilda, please punish me for my naughtiness". "I am going to beat you twelve times with the wooden paddle Beryl. "For this punishment, I wish to have you bend over the end of the table with your legs coming down to the floor. Can I trust you to cause no difficulty as you move there, or shall I need to call for sturdy help, Beryl?" "I will make no difficulty, Mistress Hilda. Thank you, Mistress Hilda". "I'm glad to hear it, Beryl!", and Hilda loosened the soft leather bonds on Beryl then did pull her along the table by her ankles until her legs did fall to the floor. Hilda tied the ten year old Beryl again with the leather thongs in this position with her bent over the end of the table and did pull up her skirt to fully expose her bare bottom. CRACK . . a blow of the paddle did flatten Beryl's full round bottom. Hilda did wait a time and did then turn the table somewhat, which was able to swivel, to change the view that her audience had of Beryl's bare bottom for the next slap of the paddle. CRACK . . and the wooden paddle again flattened Beryl's soft round bottom, and again Hilda did move the table and wait . . The governess Hilda was clearly no novice at the game! Beryl jerked her body in agony against its soft-leather thongs at every stroke of the paddle which each time did flatten her well rounded bottom and her tears flowed copiously as Beryl did weep in brave silence. After twelve strokes of the wood paddle it was some minutes before Beryl was able stop her sobs enough to find her voice and say: "Thank you, Mistress Hilda". "Your third and last misdemeanour was that of falling asleep in a lesson period - no less than five times in the fort'night! Twice in a writing class, and three times when you should have been doing arithmetic sums. "I am dismayed, Beryl, at your rude insolence! Good people give of their time and trouble to teach you, and all you do is fall asleep!" "Mistress Hilda, I am truly sorry. Please punish me severely so I may then be forgiven" - Beryl had learned well the way I wish girls to reply when charged with their faults in the punishment room. "I hope you will find, Beryl, that my punishment is sufficiently severe so you become properly contrite. "For your infractions, I will give you twenty hard lashes with the cane on your bare bottom. "During this punishment, I want you to be standing and naked, completely unclothed, Beryl", and she rang the hand-bell for the attendant. "Yes, come in. This girl is to be standing and without clothes for her next punishment. "Pray fasten her wrists to the ends of the spread-bar that hangs from the ceiling . . . and leave her feet free to kick and dance". Beryl was a sensible girl, though only ten, and made no difficulty as the attendant first pulled her dress up over her head so she stood there stark naked, then bound her wrists up to each end of the wood bar. The attendant pulled the bar up by the rope at its centre and fastened it to leave Beryl's arms still bent so she would have freedom to jerk and bend her body, to wrythe and squerm with her pain during her ordeal, which the visitors do alway like to see. "Also, please apply the blindfold. "The surprise of each lash of the cane may remind this recalcitrant girl to stay awake in future when she should be working diligently. "Thank you! You may leave us now". Beryl stood with her wrists held to the bar above her head, her tall slender body erect with her firm round bottom prominent and already a brightly red colour. Altogether a very lovely sight as she stood ready to make her penance. A black bandage covered Beryl's eyes, so she would have no way to know when the sharp cut of the cane was about to bury itself in her soft round bottom. She stood waiting in apprehension . . . "You will count the strokes of the cane, Beryl. After the first you will say: 'One, thank you Mistress Hilda'. "If you miss the count of any you will get that stroke again. Do you understand, Beryl?" "Yes, thank you, Mistress Hilda", and Beryl stood waiting, shaking with fear, her knees atremble. ZAPPP . . . and the cane bit into Beryl's soft warm bottom. "AAAAAAAAAAH!" Beryl did scream and she threw her body forward away from the blow, with only the tethers on her wrists for support. ZAPPP . . . went the cane again and with her hips thrown forward, her bottom was doubly full and round so the thin cane did bury itself deep in her tender flesh. "AAAAAAAAH!!! ONE, THANK YOU . . . Mistress Hilda". "Yes, you didn't count quickly enough on the first one, did you Beryl my dear. That makes one extra - so far". Beryl had pulled herself upright again and stood wriggling her bottom furiously from side to side to allay the pain. Hilda held a stick that was attached to the spread bar, and used it to give Beryl a quarter turn on the floor, for the audience to change their view of her naked body, wrists tied up to the spread bar above her and fresh red stripes across her full round bottom. After Beryl had got back her balance with her feet firmly in her new position: ZAPPP . . . went the cane as it cut upwards to the underside of her round bottom and Beryl jumped in the air and came down with her feet dancing on the canvas-covered wood floor, screaming and weeping. "TWO, THANK YOU . . . Mistress Hilda". Another to the underside of her firmly-rounded bottom and she jumped in the air again with her legs kicking, and at the top of her voice: "THREE, THANK YOU . . . Mistress Hilda". Beryl did play-act no longer; this was a caning in earnest. She did shout and weep floods of tears without stop now. Beryl did jump in the air at each cut of the thin cane across her lovely bottom. Each time Beryl's feet landed on the ground again with a THUMP and her cheeks wobbled like a jelly. I could see that Hilda was experienced in the spanking of young girls . . . The cuts of the cane were nicely hard enough to give pain to the young and sensitive bottom that was bouncing before her, and Beryl did dance and shout full lustily . . . The next four swipes caught Beryl on the sides of her lovely round bottom first one cheek then the other, and she had no idea from which direction or when to expect the next stinging swipe to come from, and all the time Hilda did move her a quarter turn after every cut of the cane to her soft round bottom so to change the view for the onlookers. Nothing then . . . for a long time. Then: ZAPPP . . sang the cane as it bit into Beryl's full round bottom. And Hilda went on to mark bright red stripes over the whole area of Beryl's bottom with one stroke after another as the girl did count and yell in pain . . . and thanked Hilda for each cut of the thin cane. There were some long pauses which let Beryl's sobs to die away while she was turned to show another view to the watchers at their windows. Then another stinging cut of the cane would surprise her and she did jerk away from it, then did pull against the bar above to make herself upright again and all the time she did sob and dance to ease her great pain. Hilda clearly liked to see Beryl dance and struck her bottom on its underside in all of its succulent rotundity many more times. At last, though, Beryl had counted up to twenty stinging cuts with the cane. Her punishments had taken almost an hour as shown by the sand timer which had nearly run out while Beryl hanged by her wrists which were tied to the wood bar above her head, sobbing. Hilda rang her bell for the Orfanage attendant. "We will take you now Beryl to my mistress, m'Lady Cynthia who has watched these punishments. She will tell you if you are now forgiven for your misdeeds". "Thank you Mistress Hilda . . for punishing me . . so painfully". Beryl got out between sobs. The attendant entered and lowered the spreader bar to carefully release Beryl's wrists. She pulled Beryl's loose dress over her head to cover her nakedness and supported her with Hilda to prevent a fall as they took Beryl to the chamber where m'Lady Cynthia was waiting. They removed the dress again from Beryl then laid her face down upon the bed to leave her pale slender frame lying there naked, and racked with sobs with her poor punished bottom red and sore as it stood up from her, full and round. "My dear Beryl! You bore your punishments most bravely - I was watching. "It was all for your own good, as you know. But that does not make it hurt the less! Let me see what I can do to soothe your pain". And m'Lady Cynthia gently applied a cooling lotion with her delicate hands to the silky soft cheeks of Beryl's blazing bottom. She separated Beryl's legs to better reach down between them murmuring all the time: "My poor brave girl! I am so proud of the way you bore your punishment. No more falling asleep while you should be working, though. No more failing to tend the fires as they should be. No more arriving late. "We love you dearly and only punish you for your own good, you know, Beryl". Then: "Beryl, my dear: I can work better after that you move your head to the right . . . and slide your legs round so they come out over the side of the bed here. Use your elbows to help", and m'Lady Cynthia gently pulled Beryl's ankles until her legs came out over the side of the bed and lay well apart. "I am going to try something else to cool your bottom and reduce the pain you have there. Stay still as you are for a moment, on your tummy". And m'Lady Cynthia went over to the wash-hand basin and poured cold water into it from the jug. She then removed the lace from around the neck of her dress, took a deep breath and bent over to hold her face in the cold water. I watched her through a peep-hole and m'Lady held her face under the cold water for a full minute so her cheeks became most cold. She then raised her head from the water, quickly dabbed her face with the towel then swiftly moved to stand between Beryl's legs, and bent over Beryl's hot bottom. M'Lady Cynthia then lowered her head and pressed her cold face firmly down between Beryl's blazing hot cheeks. I marvelled at the self-abasement to which charitable love can drive a noble lady! M'Lady bent there for many minutes, with her face pressed hard down into Beryl's silky-smooth bottom, moving her head and nuzzling in between Beryl's soft rotundities to ensure she spread the coldness across the girl's blazing hot cheeks . . . M'Lady seemed to revel in her self-abasement with her lips nigh to kissing Beryl's rosebud, finding it no doubt a proper penance for her own sins. From my spy-hole I saw Beryl's face and her expression slowly transformed before my eyes as m'Lady's cold face pressed into the hot cheeks of her bottom. From a look of agonized and tearful pain her face gradually altered to show a look first of startled wonder then of beatific pleasure as m'Lady's cold face nuzzled down between Beryl's firm round cheeks then kissed Beryl's rosebud and her tongue pressed and probed until it did slide up inside her bottom. Beryl was ecstatic with pleasure and did moan in her delight and she lifted her bottom to separate her cheeks somewhat so m'Lady was more easy able to reach her tongue to enter Beryl's rosebud and her moans did get exceeding loud as she squermed there in her delight on the bed. M'Lady did most abjectly atone for her sins in this World, to the very great joy of the orfan Beryl. M'Lady at last raised her head from the smooth soft cushions of Beryl's warm bottom and said: "Beryl you have a scent and flavour that is exceeding sweet. Wait and I will repeat my cooling of you, my dear". And m'Lady Cynthia again held her face in the cold water then quickly dried herself. As she lowered her face to Beryl's bottom once more her hand did slide under to fondle Beryl's little cunnie then she buried her face once more deep between the twin pillows of Beryl's firm round bottom to her very great pleasure and delight as she did raise her bottom again towards m'Lady's tongue and made loud moan. M'Lady spared herself nothing in her work to cool Beryl's bottom and soothe it's pain. Truly, the charity of noble people never ceases to amaze me. M'Lady's hand did go under her skirt to assuage her natural agitation there until I saw she had gained her relief and then she did raise her head from Beryl's bottom and turn her longwayes on the bed again and gently rubbed on a lotion to soothe Beryl's tender cheeks and caress her cunnie. A full thirty minutes she continued thus, thrusting her fingers deep into the cheeks of Beryl's soft and pliable bottom, and down between to meet her other hand which teased her little clitoris to Beryl's ecstatic joy and pleasure until at last m'Lady was satisfied that Beryl did feel less pain. "My dear, do now turn over onto your side so we can talk a little before you return to your duties. "Tell me, my dear Beryl, when you do leave the Great Orfanage, would you like to come and work for me? Our mansion is at Richmond, some ten miles from here. "I have need of a girl who will sew and be useful to me during the day, while my husband goes about his business. "I am a strict mistress, I must have you know, and any mistake or misbehaviour will be punished under my direction by Hilda, just as she has done today. "You do not have to give an answer now, Beryl . . . it can wait until I come again in a fort'night with Hilda to see you here again for any punishments next due to you" "M'Lady! I can answer you now and most joyfully! Indeed I should be most glad to come and work for you!! And, ma'am, Mistress Hilda is most just in her punishments. Thank you, m'Lady -thank you!!!" And she seized M'Lady's hand to kiss it profusely, her angelic pale face weeping with pleasure and gratitude, and her blue eyes brimming with pleasure and thankfulness. M'Lady Cynthia dried Beryl's tears from her face with her lace-edged handkerchief, then gave her a fond hug to her bosom and kissed Beryl full on her lips . . . "From now, I shall come with Hilda who will give any punishments that you must have. Do please try to be good Beryl so you do not have to be punished too much when I come again in two weeks . . "And goodbye for the present my dear Beryl". M'Lady left the chamber, knowing full well that the Orfanage would find ample reasons for Beryl to be in need of severe punishments . . . at any time when m'Lady cared to come. Beryl stayed lying on the bed, weeping with joy . . . As m'Lady came out of her chamber, I met her and conducted her to my room and we partook of a dish of tee before my fire while we discussed the future of Beryl. In short, I agreed to accept a generous sum to our Orfanage as an initial payment to secure to m'Lady first call on the services of Beryl when the time came for her to leave the Great Orfanage. I agreed, too, for m'Lady to bring Hilda again every two weeks at the same time, to administer whatever punishments should be needed. M'Lady would direct Hilda to use various slippers, straps and birch rods in the punishments, so Beryl would thus become fully accustomed to the ways of her own establishment in Richmond. After some few visits for Hilda to give Beryl the punishments due to her, and each time soothed by m'Lady afterwards in her private closet, Beryl proved herself fully satisfactory to the purposes of M'Lady Cynthia and she duly went into service with m'Lady that summer, shortly before her eleventh birthday. On the day that Beryl departed, m'Lady Cynthia came from Richmond in her coach with the governess Hilda. Beryl was ready with her few belongings rolled in a bundle. These included some dresses and other garments she had made for herself, her clyster and other toilet things for daily use, and a few small knick knacks of personal items. Some of Beryl's friends did join m'Lady and Beryl and Hilda for their afternoon mug of milk, to embrace and wish Beryl well in her new life of work and loving discipline: a most happy custom that I had instituted to mark the departure of each girl who left our care. Soon after that Beryl had finished her milk she did rise and bend over the back of a chair in the way of our tradition. One of her friends did then lift her skirt and pull down her under-drawers, and each of the ten girls did then give her a resounding SMAKKKKK. . . to Beryl's bare and lovely bottom. Beryl cried "OHHH!!" at each spank and squermed prettily, until her drawers were at last pulled up and her skirt made decent. All then embraced her in turn and she left with m'Lady and the governess Hilda to the fond farewells and waving of her friends. The punishment of Beryl by a governess and the unusual closeness between m'Lady Cynthia and Beryl is but one example of the flexible arrangements we have alway been ready to enter into to serve the best interests of our orfan girls. Should any who are in charge of orfan girls wish to know more of our wayes to bring gifts of monies from charitable persons by spanking of the bottoms of their girls, I shall be happie to visit and show my methods with their own orfan girls. I may also prevail upon some two or three others who are expert at spanking and other treatments to come with me out of their great charity. They can show the different wayes they do make girls to become truly contrite for their faults, and to cause a copious flow of funds to the orfanage from charitable observers and liklie employers, by the proper spanking of the girls upon their prettie bare bottoms. Editor's Note: "The Diaries of Hilda", (kindly published below by the same "Velocity") which were sent to me by the curator of a museum after she had read this account of the Great Orfanage, recount further adventures of Beryl after she left the Great Orfanage to be employed by m'Lady at her house in Richmond. |