Victorian Discipline

This story is archived at the following address. I don't think it is around anyplace else.

http://web.archive.org/web/20041205233713/www.speculumpages.com/Page12/AReviewofVictorianDiscipline.htm

Thank you!

Very nice, but erotic story. I'm glad that I wasn't there.

Figging is also a part of Victorian punishment!

:😃BDSM and enemas go hand in hand.

I have given many punishment enemas that were fun for me but not for the enema recipient.

Thank you for finding this story. I'd read it many times in Speculumpages, which alas is no more. It is a very erotic piece! Another story I enjoyed reading in SP was Evan's Aunt, about a boy whose aunt put him through "torment" with punishment enemas.

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Since this seems to have disappeared from the archives, I have reposted it to this board.

Http://www.disciplinehouse.com/stories/discipline/a-review-of-victorian-discipline.html

The link to the story is now working.

Sometimes I wish I lived in those times.......

then again...

be careful what you wish for.

My grandmother and her two sisters must have read these pages because they believed enemas can cure everything! We lived near one of my great-aunts, and she was often called on for advice. Once when my parents went out of town, I had to stay with her for two weeks. I smarted off to her and got my mouth washed out with soap! I was 16 at the time and thought I knew everything. She told me that after she finished blistering my butt, she was going to get out the enema hose and clean me out. She marched me into the bathroom and let me wash the soap out of my mouth. She made me kneel in the bathtub wearing only my bra. She had an enormous red enema bag and a thick nozzle. She mixed up a very soapy solution and told me I had to take it all. After the bag was prepared, I had to bend over the side of the tub for the spanking. She smacked my butt with a big wooden hairbrush, and she did not go lightly. It stung and hurt, but it also aroused me. I could feel slickness between my labia and was mortified that she might see. I managed to take the whole enema, but could not hold it the demanded 20 minutes. So she started all over. I got a total of four flushings and was so turned on, way more than when I made out with my boyfriend. She told me to go lie on my bed and she needed to do one more procedure. I was horrified when she came in with a rectal thermometer. She told me to spread my legs and hold my knees up to my chest. She had on rubber gloves for the whole punishment session, and the feel of her fingers in the rubber gloves as she spread my labia wide open was something else. To this day all I have to hear is the snap! of exam gloves and I start to get turned on! She took the thermometer out of its holder which was like a little vase filled with alcohol. She told me it was going to sting and proceeded to gently ease the glass tube into my urethra. It stung a bit from the alcohol but that turned into a heat that spread through my vagina. She turned it a bit and after holding it in place for about 5 minutes, took it out and told me to take a nap. She ended up giving me an enema almost every day 'for my own good'. She had a very thick thermometer she used to take my temp rectally morning and night. I'd love to find one like that but guess they don't make them like that anymore. sigh When my folks came home, my great aunt came over for dinner and proceeded to tell my parents about all my enemas, temp takings, and spankings. My folks decided I needed more discipline and so it was decided I would get a weekly enema at my aunt's house on Saturday mornings. That was done until I went to college, and had the effect of making me a life long enema/spanking/temperature taking addict!

@StrictStrictStrict. . . .WOW! I don't think there's an alcohol anonymous society for enema addicts! Great story!

Not into enemas, but other forms of Victorian discipline appeal to me.

I saw one of these enema chairs in a museum in Southern England, but I can't remember the name or the town.

BDSM and enemas do go hand in hand.But you might be surprised at how many enema fans enjoy getting them.I do.

Bdsm and enemas do go hand and handalso saline injections and stretching, which i will leave to the imagination.

Goooood story

That has to be the best story on this site I've read so far.

I wonder who the author is? Or if he has other stories?

I would have loved to have lived in these times! It's one of my fantasies and forms the basis of a few of our scenarios at home.

Good story thank you 😃

Wonderful.... so glad i came across the link! thank you!!

Yeah....great story...I'll have to go on Google and explore some more reading material.

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Thank you for the story. i enjoyed it quite much. I wonder if theres other stories by this author.

Wow! Half of me wishes I was there, the other half is glad that I'm not.

Omg what a good story what it would be like to live in those times sigh...

GREAT story. Thanks for sharing.

Great story; My first experience was a little different. Here goes.

I had this girlfriend whose mother was a real oger, strict and stern my girlfriend would tell me. I would fantasias about watching as her mother would spank her and give her an enema. Felling I wanted to teach her mother a lesson I placed a stink bomb in her mailbox. Bad idea, and worse results. In stead of stinking up the house it set the curtain on fire and luckily only filled the room with smoke before it was extinguished.

When I arrived home after hiding out for half the day and walked into my house there sitting in our kitchen was my mother and my girlfriends mother; it seems she saw me running from my misdeed and reported it to my mother out of respect for their friendship. But that would not settle the score. It was decided ( not by me) that I should follow her home, whereupon she , as the injured party was given permission to discipline me. In those days a good strapping for such misdeeds was the order of the day. I was shocked to see the damage I had done and was in no position to bargain; instead I was escorted upstairs to her bed room when I was told to stand in the corner and face the wall. I heard some noises behind me and when I was ordered to turn around, what I saw was a very determined woman seated on a very sturdy chair with a short wide leather strap in her hand. "Over here young man". Dragging my feet my body moved ever so close almost as by a rope pulling me. As I stood in front of her I can remember those fateful words to this day. "Young man, its only because of the friendship with your mother that I didn't call the police, but We've both agreed that since it was my house you damaged it would be "I" who will give you the spanking you deserve. With that she reached out unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor; with precision I was placed across her lap, underwear removed and given the spanking of my life. At first I cursed her under my breath and wished her harm, all to no avail, the spanking continued relentlessly stripping my bare backside with that horrible strap. I don't remember exactly when, not with all the tears streaming down my face and my nose running like a faucet that I realized how lucky I was not to have been arrested and that the spanking I was receiving was my doing and completely deserved. At that point a feeling of warmth and love came over me and a short while after I was told to get up. As I struggled to rise I fell back onto my knees and buried my face in her bosom.

To this day it was one of those special moments in my life.

Enjoy

Location of the Story: In our own zity site, got to the library, english, and 'discipline' on the first page find "A review of victorian discipline'

Very good. I found it erotic. Living in the Victorian times was hard enough. Just day to day survival was difficult. Imagine the punishment also!