ORFANS
Treatment of the Difficult Girl

BY PENT
PEmbury@aool.com

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Joan had entered the Great Orfanage as an infant and was eight years of age when I did first take up my duties as Principal and Physician there. She had red hair and an abundance of freckles to her face and was altogether a charming though high strung child.

One day I did pass the open door to a room when I saw Joan inside and she was shouting at one of the minders that she would not scrub the floor. I did stop and the minder said to have no concern as Joan did oft times lose control of herself thus and it would pass after that she had stood in the corner for an hour.

I bethought myself that Joan was but typical of some orfan girls we have who become fierce and lose control of themselves, for some are even the orfans of desperate criminals who have died on the gallows and so have little enough in them to prompt of good behaviour and Joan was one such.

I bethought me that Joan will soon go too far in her disobedience and will need most severe teaching to change her wayes if to stay in the Great Orfanage.

I laid plans for such stern correction to be done in a small attic room which we did not then use. I did have the carpenter fix two posts from floor to ceiling some six feet apart and he did then make me three cross pieces that could be pegged to the posts parallel to the floor at whatever height suited.

I had him also to cut the end from a cow horn and drill and round the end so it made a funnel that would enter easy the rosebud of a young girl.

He mounted this horn on a small post which did slide in a wood channel with a pulley and weight like unto a sash window, and the weight would press the horn upwards against the bottom of a girl who did stand over it.

The pillar stood but loosley on the floor so the girl was free to move from side to side and the tip of the horn would follow in her rosebud be she never so violent in her movements.

I had the kitchen get me the stomach of a sheep with the intestine still attached and this intestine I did pull over the mouth of the horn and fasten with thin twine. The stomach might be filled with warm water and then raised to make the water flow out of the tip of the horn. When the stomach was set lower than the height of the horn it would draw that water back out of the girl.

When next young Joan did loose her temper she did throw a stool at her minder and I was ready to correct her wayes. Joan's hands were bound to make her easy to handle and the girl of eight was led up to the room in the attic which I had prepared.

Joan was stripped naked and turned to face the wood frame. A cross piece was pegged to the posts at a height to suit her outstretched arms, and her arms then bound to the cross piece with soft leather thongs.

The second cross piece was pegged at the height of her waist so she might be held there also if needed.

The third cross piece was pegged six inch above the floor and her ankles bound thereto after that her legs were spread wide.

With grease on my finger I did then press into her rosebud, so to make an entry to her bottom and the sliding pillar with the horn was set under her with the rounded tip of horn to press lightly upward against her rosebud.

The sheep stomach was filled with warm water and a little soap. The sash weight was then increased and I did wait until the horn had, to her great consternation, slid slowly up into Joan's bottom. I did then raise the sheep stomach to make the water enter Joan's bottom.

A little water did leak and the sash weight was increased once more so the horn did press even harder up into Joan's rosebud and the smooth tapered tip of the horn did slide even further up into her bottom.

Methinks that Joan did find this treatment pleasant at the start though a complete surprise to her.

Warm water did continue to flow up into Joan's bottom and the great weight of it did start her to leak again, but we did add to the sash weights even more and stopped the leaking, and water was made to flow up into her bottom until her stomach did bulge and hurt her.

She had near a gallon in her and was sobbing with the pain of it inside her.

After some time we did then lower the sheep stomach and the soapy water did leave her to flow out to a pail.

Without the amount of water in her now to press down, and the horn being slipperie with grease, the heavy sash weights did thrust the horn even more up inside Joan's bottom.

I did mark the horn with chalk where it did enter Joan's rosebud as a matter of curiosity and when all water was out I did remove the horn to see the extent it had opened her bottom.

I saw that even at the age of eight Joan's rosebud had been relaxed well beyond what needed to take with ease the yard of a full grown man such as myself to enter her young bottom.

This enlargement had been slow and gradual over the course of an hour, and it never does cease to amaze me how elastik is the sphyncter of a young person if opened exceeding slow.

We did wash Joan's bowells some times more with warm water and a little salt added but with less quantity of water than in the first washing with soap.

The water did at last run clear out of Joan's bottom.

I did then tie a strip of cloth around Joan's waist to hang against her cunnie and down into a pail so she could piss at any time without concern to us.

Lest there be some further water still in her bottom we did remove the horn from there and stand the varnished wood handle of a bradawl carpentry tool on the sliding pillar to press up against her rosebud with much grease on it.

We did then increase the sash weights until the wood handle did slide slowly up into Joan's bottom which she was powerless to stop e'en if she had wanted which I do not think she did, and it did slide in easy after that the tapered horn had already opened her.

She did smile as the varnished handle did go fully up into her lovely white bottom and the saucy girl did wriggle herself to savour the slipperie feel of the smooth wood handle up inside her there.

A cord looped loosely around Joan's neck did fall down both her front and back to the blade that did come from the handle of the tool and was tied there to ensure it would stay in place, up inside her bottom to stop any leak of water.

I did then tell Joan that we will feed her with warm broth to nourish her in the same way as the water she had just taken into her body so she can stay tied there to the wood frame for several days together and be punished with many severe beatings for her bad behaviour.

I told her indeed we had no cause to release her until we were satisfied she will behave herself for the future. That she was an orfan girl with no mother or father nor family of any kind that she might turn to, and no claim to a single morsel of food in this world but had been fed and cared for these eight years out of the charity of those about her who could just as well turn her out in the street to try if she might steal food from the very dogs to stop herself from starving and sleep with them for warmth.

Joan was now weeping in shame at her behaviour and fear of her future. What caused her and the few other girls like her to loose control of herself, to shout and throw things at her minders, we will never know and nor I think will she. We can only give Joan good cause to know she will suffer long and most painfully if she do it ever again, so she will change her wayes.

As further punishment I did then have a gag fastened in Joan's mouth so she could no longer make a noise except to grunt and squeel and I then did apply a thin cane briskly to her back and bottom while she make a muffled noise like unto a stuck pig.

We did then throw a blanket around Joan lest she catch a cold and I did then have everyone leave the room so Joan was on her own and miserable in her pain and wondering of her future.

After some two hours I did return with a minder and a bowl of clear broth just Luke warm. We did remove the blanket from Joan and I left the gag in place telling her she did not need her mouth to feed with. We did then gently ease the plug from her bottom and fastened the tapered horn in place on the sliding pillar.

The warm broth we did then pour into the sheep stomach and pinched the intestine to stop it from running out at the horn.

The tip of the horn was greased so the sash weights did make it to slide well up into Mary's bottom and we did then raise the sheep stomach so the warm broth flowed up into her.

The minder did press and rub on Joan's stomach to help her in taking the nourishment which she did like well enough and we did then throw the blanket over her again and leave her alone with the broth filling her bowells and her helpless to move.

As I departed I did tell her that she might sleep as she stood there if she wished, as the nourishment would go into her just as well if she was unconscious, and she did understand my grim threat to her.

When we did return Joan was truly in a sorry state as she did by then know full well that she might stay fastened thus to the wood frame for many days and nights and unable to speak or move.

We did let the broth flow from her bowells into a pail and we did again plug her bottom with the same wooden handle of a carpentry tool and tied in place so it might not dislodge.

I did tell Joan:

"Your back and bottom was beaten this morning to help you to repent of your behaviour. It is now the turn of your legs and stomach.

"I will leave the gag in your mouth as we have no wish for you to disturb the whole house with your bawling".

I did then beat Joan's legs at the back then on the front and up onto her stomach with the thin cane which did hurt her much and she did squeel and tug and strain at her bindings in vain efforts to escape the pain. The cords from Joan's neck did hold the handle of the carpentry tool firm up inside her bottom while I did beat her thus so she felt no respite from that punishment.

Joan's eyes did open so wide as I beat her on her stomach that they did look to pop out and her loud grunts and noises into the gag did show the great hurt that my cane did cause to her legs and stomach.

After a sound caning to her legs and stomach thus we did throw the blanket again around Joan and on leaving I did tell her to think well on her future behaviour if that she will be allowed to stay at the Great Orfanage at all.

Joan's muffled sobbing and weeping into the gag that filled her mouth did reflect true contrition for her lack of gratitude in what she had done and apology for her behaviour.

To make sure of a lasting change to her wayes I did determine that she should stay there standing and bound to the wood framework, to sleep standing up as best she could that dark night by herself, so she know she might easily continue her punishment thus for many days together.

I told her:

"Joan, you will stay here bound to the wood spar for this night and for every day and night thereafter until you show yourself truly repentant.

"But before you sleep I want you to walk with me to the end of the passage and back so you do keep the use of your arms and legs even while you are being punished in this way for maybe several days together".

The minder and I did undo her bindings and she did walk exceeding slow and painful while she did lean her weight on us to the end of the passage and back, all with the handle of the carpentry tool held in her bottom by the cords from her neck and the gag tied firm in her mouth.

As Joan did approach the wood frame once again she did seem most remarkably to throw her arms gratefully up onto the cross piece ready to be bound and beaten once more as if she did feel it fitting that she should be punished most severely thus for her ingratitude to the Great Orfanage and her violence to the minder.

I then told Joan in no uncertain terms that she will stay thus bound to the wood frame day and night until I felt sure she will never again lose control of her behaviour and assure me that she will do willingly whatever she was told for the future.

I did remove the gag which did hurt Joan's mouth and threw the wool blanked about her once more to give her some warmth and we left her for the night to feel her pain and to contemplate her wayes for the future, alone and without light.

As I did leave the attic room and take the candle with me I did hear Joan faintly say between her sobs:

"Thank you for your punishment to me Sir!", but I was not to be diverted by my soft heart, and I did leave her then without answering.

It was near eight o'the clock before I could get to Joan again and all the other girls were in their beds. When I entered the attic room with a minder our candle did show Joan sleeping as she stood there bound to the wood framework with legs wide apart and her head fallen forward on the wood beam in front of her with her face flushed and warm, and we did leave her thus for the night with the handle of the carpentry tool yet held firmly up inside her bottom.

I did look in again at midnight and saw that Joan did sleep sound with deep breathing before I did leave her for the night.

I was up betimes in the morning and did take a minder with me to see Joan. She slept still so I did throw the blanket off her and I took a cane to her bottom so she remember alway what will happen again if that she lose control of her behaviour.

Joan awoke greatly startled with the pain but did not at first know where she was and why. As I watched her memory recall all that had happened after she did throw the stool at her minder I could see that she was fully now broken of spirit and deeply penitent, so no more would be accomplished by keeping her here to punish further. But I did not yet tell her that.

As I did beat Joan on her back and bottom she did shout:

"I am sorry! I am most truly sorry, Doctor Browne!".

"So you should be, Joan!",I replied and ordered her gag replaced.

To remind her one last time of her complete loss of all volition and liberty I did have a bowl of warm broth brought. We did remove the wood plug from her bottom and we did use the horn to force the broth up into her bottom and leave her with it in her for an hour as she did stare at the etchings there on the wall: "The Painful Progress of the Idle Scholar", and recall most miserably how she had come to be in her present condition.

After her breakfast of warm broth in her bottom we did again use the horn to wash out Joan's bowells with warm water for three or four times so she would never forget her painful loss of liberty.

With the minder there who had received the stool on her head from Joan I did then tell her that I wished to hear her say that she did truly repent for her disrespect and hurt to her minder and that she would never again think to disobey her. Joan quick knew that I did mean to free her:

"Oh! I do Sir! Truly I am sorry and I will never do any such thing again. Do please forgive me! Please!?"

"Thank you Joan. I do indeed forgive you, this time", replied the minder.

"We will undo your bindings now Joan so you are free to go. Never forget though that if ever you do anything like this again you will be bound here to the wood framework and you will be beaten each day for a month, if you do even survive to live that long.

"We will help you walk to the stairs and down to your bed where you will stay for the rest of the day until evening when you may join the other girls in the refectory for supper".

Joan did of course tell the other girls about being bound naked to a wood frame and so deprived of all movement day and night and a cow horn pushed up into her bottom to fill her with water until she felt she would burst then fed by broth forced up into her bottom while her mouth was gagged and about her many beatings on her legs and stomach and of being left in the attic room for the night bound to the wood frame in the dark, naked and alone and frightened with the wood handle of a carpentry tool held firm up in her bottom, and she did openly weep as she told of her pain and fright in the attic room, helpless and hopeless and beaten often.

This severe punishing did cause Joan to control her temper for as long as she was at the Great Orfanage and, I believe, for the rest of her life.

Only most rarely did we need this same severe punishing for girls when they did let themselves become over-excited and petulant as all the girls did know of the room in the attic and did fear the wood frame and cow horn most greatly.

The most I did ever need to use it was for one strong and ill tempered girl named Margaret of six years who did flout all authority in the Great Orfanage so I did truly think we might have to give her to a passing band of gypsies to take and do with her as they pleased.

Margaret did stay bound to the wood framework for five days, gag in mouth and oft beaten, with feeding in her bowell, and did still remain obdurate and rude withal.

I did at last bring her to truly repent of her misdoings only by the use of oysters harshly clamped to her body.

A pail of fresh-caught oysters in sea water was brought to the attic room and let to stand for an hour. The oysters did then lie in the water with their shells open and I lifted one at a time. The first I did place to close itself and clamp to Margaret's left teat.

I did carefully lift the open oyster from the sea water and press it quick so her left tit was in the opening between the two halves of shell.

I did tap my finger sharp on the oyster shell so it did close fast and firm upon her budding six-year-old breast and stay to grip her most painful hard.

I did pull hard at the shell and there was no removing its hold upon Margaret's delicate flesh.

Margaret did howl with the pain of the rough oyster shell closed and clamped to her tender breast and we did apply the gag to her mouth so to much muffle her noise.

I did also clamp oysters, some with sharp barnacles that did cut into her, on her other breast and even more painful to the labia of her little cunnie also.

We then left Margaret alone, bound to the wood frame in the attic room and the tapered cow horn pressing upward in her bottom with heavy sash weights which made to open her anus wide so the horn did press hard and painful against the bones inside her six year old pelvis.

Margaret was in great agony and did continue long to squerm and wriggle in her pain to pull hard as she might against the leather thongs that did bind her to the wood frame. The noise from under her gag was like unto an animal that did screem in pain and terror, caught by its foot in an iron trap.

I saw by her eyes that she did at last repent for her misdeeds and we did leave her alone with her agony in the attic room, the sharp oyster shells biting into her most tender flesh, to think on't.

We did return to the attic room after an hour to find Margaret near fainting with her pain from the rough oysters which had clamped themselves to her most delicate parts. After that I did remove the gag to her mouth she did babble and implore us to release her from her torture.

With much sobs and weeping Margaret did beg forgiveness for her waywardness and I felt she was truly repentant for her bad behaviour. I did then cut open the hinge of each oyster with a knife to release the bruised and bloody young flesh of her breasts and cunnie from the fierce grip of the savage mollusks.

Margaret was changed completely by this final punishment of the oyster clamps and never again did badly misbehave.

Every time after this punishment of Margaret that a minder did threaten a girl with "The Oyster Clamps" it did almost alway have a great effect and I did rarely have to use such drastic means again to make a girl contrite for her misdoings.

The tapered horn with its sash weights, and the wood frame with its leather bindings to hold a girl firm for many days together, were kept ready for use at any time in the attic room, and the girls did all know that.

With these most severe wayes to punish a girl alway ready and known to all and sometimes used, we were able to change wayes of our most wild miscreants so we were never driven to cast any girl out onto the streets of London after that she had once entered our care at the Great Orfanange.