Ruled By the Rod

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'It is just as I thought,' he exclaimed, looking at me in sorrow. 'I have done you a great disservice, my child, leaving you to go your fatal female way, without stripes and tears to bring you back to righteousness. But, never fear, I will rectify it this very night.'

He rose from his desk and went to a cupboard I had every cause to know and fear. From the corner of my eye I could see him take something long and yellow from it. I knew that cane of old. It was one of his most cruel, and stung a woman's flesh like a viper.

'Kindly remove your drawers and mount up on the chair,' he directed, pointing to the large leather armchair with the wicked rod he held. 'I shall start by giving two dozen cuts, after which we shall decide if more should be called for. Your comportment under correction will of course have some bearing on my decision.'

The three nubile daughters of a Victorian vicarage are subjected by their guardians to strict discipline by cane and restraints.

Never free of stripes, they must relieve the men of that turgidity that female proximity induces. In the course of their education they see much of the justice system; stocks, whipping post, ducking stool, and the harsh life of a women's prison...