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Examples of Victorian domestic correction and (far right) Mrs Beeton
Here in Britain the BBC TV recently showed again their teleplay The Secret Life of Mrs Beeton (shown on Masterpiece Theatre in the US).
For those who don’t know, at the age of only 22, Mrs Beeton wrote a very famous book on Victorian household management, which is still in print today.
Her husband and publisher, Samuel Orchart Beeton, was the first UK publisher of Uncle Tom’s Cabin and perhaps of more interest to readers here The Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine .
The EDM , although considered a wholesome family magazine of the time, did feature extensive accounts and suggestions on the discipline of young women. Some of which has been discussed on the Voice before .
Indeed, so graphic did some of the articles and letters become that even today the respectable magazine is often denounced as “to contain barely disguised episodes of sadomasochistic fantasy in the form of lengthy descriptions and discussions of whipping.”
It is clear that Mr Beeton had a prurient interest in all things spanking. Perhaps that is why he was drawn to Uncle Tom’s Cabin . Although to be fair to his detractors, he did eventually pull the flagellation strand from his magazine, sensing perhaps that he had allowed it go too far.
Here is a taste of the kind of thing reported:
“I am distinctly in favour of the rod, duty, obedience and discipline make for very good, well behaved girls. Even ladies of rank must on occasion be treated like a child and put across the knee. She must make her own arrangements for her punishment, as it is essential that she must loose all sense of power. Failing this the party administering the punishment should always part or lower the girl’s draws as this adds to the feelings of shame.”
“As to witnesses, this can be can be held as a threat to ensure that there is no rebellion. However, if one carries out this threat, then have a care who is present to avoid a possible scandal. If done with propriety it serves the lady well to be taken down a peg or two.”
There was a great deal more in this vein, although the text often had an annoying habit of breaking out in French at intervals to obscure the meaning for the less educated reader.
This brings us to the point of this post.
In the afore mentioned play Mr Beeton’s fascination with flagellation was touched upon. However it was entirely attributed to insanity brought on by his syphilis. Now had this been merely a reporting of a Victorian view than it would have been understandable, but this analysis was delivered by the dead Mrs Beeton describing her husband’s life after hers. Words put into her mouth by the 21st century playwright.
It is odd that in a so-called enlightened age the sexuality of a whole section of society has to be explained away as an illness. Would they have made so glib a statement if Mr Beeton had been gay.
So be advised the Victorians are not yet safely dead and all of you who have an interest here are apparently insane. They are coming to take you away…
You continue to amaze me with your resources and never ending posts about all things CP an spanking related. Do you spend all day doing reserarch to find all this stuff?
I agree another person present adds to the disipline sometimes to hold the naughty person down if she squirms and wriggles also add to the disipline to be punished in front of a wittness!!!
In the so called ‘good olde days’, the Victorian household was ruled by the master of the house, be it his wife who was naughty, or his daughter, his mother-in-law, grandmother, aunt, niece, maid, female cook, nanny, or any other female working in his household, she would be subject to corporal discipline. Corporal Discipline would take the form of a good birching, caning or whipping on the naughty female’s bare bottom. For up would go their dresssess, down would come their knickers, or bloomers, and on these naughty female naked bare bottoms, these painfull spanking implements would be put to good use, Most painfull use.
I don’t think one should take pleasure in anothers punishment. Two adults consenting is a different thing.
An interesting point and food for thought, not to say a post. Thanks Tony
It would not be necessary to hold the girl down as it is likely a punishment ‘horse’ would be used to strap her down to then have her bottom bared for a thorough caning or birching depending on the degree of disobedience. The girls mother would be present to determine when she had taken enough to be punished
that’s one way – I suspect though it was not usually so full on as that
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FRANK AND I
A study of flagellation in England by the author of "Dolly Morton".

Printed for distribution amongst private subscribers only.

A STRANGE MEETING.-RUNNING AWAY TO SEA.

"FRANK" AND HIS NEW CLOTHES.-THE GOOD SAMARITAN.

Twenty years ago, on a beautiful evening in the month of
September, I was plodding along a tree-bordered road in Hampshire, on my way
home after a long day's partridge shooting. I was looking forward to the good
dinner awaiting me, and I was feeling perfectly satisfied with everything, for I
had had splendid sport; the "birds" had been plentiful, my dogs had been
staunch, and I had missed very few shots.

I was thirty years old; a bachelor,-I am one still- and I
lived, with a number of male and female servants, in a rambling, old, red brick
mansion which had been in the possession of my family for several generations.

It was past six o'clock, and the rays of the setting sun,
streaming between the trunks of the lofty trees, cast alternate lines of golden
light and deep shade athwart the dusty white road. The hush of evening was over
everything; no sound broke the stillness but the twittering of unseen birds;
while the only living thing in sight was the solitary figure of a lad who was
walking slowly along the road about a hundred yards ahead of me. As I was
walking fast, I soon overtook the boy, and was about to pass him, when he asked
me to tell him the time.

I did so; then slackening my gait, I entered into
conversation with him, and we walked along side by side at a slow pace, for the
boy was evidently footsore. He did not talk much at first, but he was not at all
shy or awkward, and he seemed to be glad of my company on the lonely road. He
was apparently about thirteen years old; a slender built, good-looking lad, with
small hands and feet; short, curly fair hair, and blue eyes. He was dressed in a
Norfolk jacket and trousers of dark tweed; neat, laced boots, and a white straw
hat, but I noticed that his clothes, though almost new, were dusty and
travel-stained. His manner was quiet and self-possessed; he expressed himself
well,

"I am rather tired. I have walked fifteen miles to-day," he
replied.

"That's a long walk for a little chap like you. Where are you
going?"

"I am going to Southampton. I want to go to sea," he
answered, without the least hesitation. "Oh, indeed," said I, very much
surprised at his answer; especially as we were quite twenty miles from
Southampton.

"You don't intend to walk all the way," I observed, in a
chaffing way.

"Yes, I do. I have not enough money to go by train," he said,
getting a little red in the face. I thought to myself, that he had run away from
school. However, it was no business of mine; moreover, I felt pretty sure that
no skipper would take such a slight, delicate-looking lad on his ship; and
therefore the runaway would soon have to communicate with his friends.

"How old are you? I don't think you are strong enough to be a
sailor yet awhile," said L.

"I am going on for fifteen, and I am stronger than I look,"
said the boy.

I did not believe he was so old. He certainly did not look
it.

"Well, anyhow, you can't go much further to-night. What are
you going to do for food; and where are you going to sleep?" I inquired.

"I have a little money, and I intend to buy some bread and
cheese at the first public-house I come to; and I shall sleep in a haystack-as I
did last night," replied the little fellow, bravely.

"I suppose you have run away from school. Don't you think
your parents will be angry, and alarmed when they hear what you have done?"

He looked up in my face, and replied, with a catch in his
voice, "I have neither father nor mother; and I have not run away from school."

"Well, from relations, or friends then," said I.

"I have no relations, or friends," he said, huskily, his eyes
suddenly filling with tears, which he at once brushed away.

"But you must have been living with someone until now. Tell
me all about yourself. Don't be afraid of me. I won't interfere with you. And
perhaps I may be able to help you along, if you are determined to go."

He hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "My father was an
officer in the army, and both he and my mother died in India five years ago. I
was sent to a school near London where I remained until six months ago: then I
believe the money which had been left for me came to an end, and I was taken
away from the school by some people with whom I lived until the day before
yesterday. I do not want to tell who they are, or where they live. I do not know
why they kept me, for they were not paid to do so, and I have no claim upon them
in any way. I had never seen or heard of them until they came to the school and
took me away. They were not unkind to me until lately, and then, because I
refused to do a certain thing they wished me to do, they ill-treated me, and
told me that if I did not consent to do what they wanted, they would turn me out
of the house. I still refused, and after a few more days had passed, they told
me they would not keep me any longer, and that I was to go away at once. So two
days ago I left the house, quite determined to make my way to Portsmouth, and go
to sea."

His face was so open, and his candid blue eyes met mine so
unflinchingly, that I began to think that his story might perhaps be true. If it
was true, he was very much to be pitied, for it was very hard that a young,
fragile, and apparently gently nurtured lad like him should be thrown alone on
the world to make his own living. At any rate there was some mystery about the
whole affair, and I began to feel an interest in the lad; so I determined to
take him home with me, give him some dinner, and put him up for the night.

I said, "Well, anyhow you may as well come home with me to
dinner, and I will give you a bed for the night. Then in the morning I will see
what I can do for you."

The boy's sad face brightened, he gave me a grateful look,
and exclaimed earnestly:

"Oh! thank you! Thank you very much. You are very, very
kind."

"Well, that is all settled. Let us walk a little faster. My
house is close by," said I.

We stepped out briskly; the boy's manner became more
confidential; he informed me that his Christian name was Francis, and confessed
that he had only sixpence left, and that he had not had much sleep in

"Oh!" he ejaculated, "what a fine old house, and such a
splendid lawn!"

I was pleased with his artlessly expressed admiration, for I
was proud of my quaint old place, with its irregular gables, corner turrets, and
deeply mullioned windows, and its heavy oaken door on which was carved the arms
of my family.

When we entered the hall, my man Wilson was in readiness to
take my gun. He was an excellent servant, who always accompanied me wherever I
went, and he was quite accustomed to all my ways, which were sometimes, to say
the least, very irregular; so when I told him to take the dusty young stranger
up to a bedroom, get him a bath, and attend to him; the man showed no surprise.
I, also, went to my room, had a bath, dressed, and then went down to the
drawing-room, where, in a short time, I was joined by the boy, who was ushered
in by Wilson.

Frank, as I already called him in my mind, looked fresh and
clean after his bath, and his clothes had been brushed, and his boots polished.

Dinner being immediately announced, we went into the
dining-room and took our seats at a round table which was placed in a snug
recess at one side of the large, oak-panelled apartment.

Frank gazed round the room, apparently struck by the rather
sombre splendour of the old-fashioned furniture, and also by the display of
silver plate on the sideboard; and I think he was a little impressed by the
appearance of my solemn old butler. However, the lad was too well-bred to show
any signs of astonishment, and he was evidently faint with hunger, so he
concentrated his attention on his dinner. I gave him a glass of champagne, which
he relished very much, as he had never before tasted the wine, and under its
exhilarating influence he

Lighting a cigar, I sat down in an easy chair to think over
the whole affair, which had interested me strangely, and somehow or other, I
could not divest myself of the idea that the boy's story was true; then I
thought of his slight physique which utterly unfitted him for the rough life of
a common sailor; and finally, by the time I had finished smoking my cigar, I had
decided to keep the lad in my house for a few days, provide him with a complete
outfit, and then try to get him some employment more fitted to his capabilities
than going to sea before the mast. Having settled all this in my mind, I smoked
another cigar, drank a glass of whisky and water, and then went to bed, as I was
feeling tired after my long day's tramp over the stubbles.

Next morning, at breakfast, Frank turned up, looking very
fit; his cheeks, which had been pale overnight, were now rosy, and his eyes had
lost their wearied look.

He greeted me with a smile, and, in answer to my inquiries,
said that he had slept most soundly, never waking until called, and that he was
quite strong again.

When breakfast was over, and my trim parlour-maid Ellen, who
had waited on us during the meal, had left the room, I lit a cigar, and turning
to the lad, said: "Now Frank, I want to have a little talk with you. To begin
with, I must say to you that I believe all you have told me about yourself."

"Oh, I am so glad you believe me," he ejaculated, clasping
his hands. I went on: "Though I must say it seems very strange that people whom

"It was very strange. But it all happened just as I have told
you," he said. Then after a moment's pause, he added, flushing slightly: "I
think I know now why they took me into their house."

His last remark did not make any impression upon me at the
time, but I remembered it afterwards. I continued: "I feel interested in you,
and I do not consider you are at all fit to be a sailor; so I think you had
better stay here for a few days, so that I can get you properly fitted out with
clothes, and then I will try and procure you some employment on shore."

He gazed at me for a moment as if he could hardly grasp the
meaning of what I had said, then a joyful look came to his face and his eyes
grew moist. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "you are so kind and good to me: I do not know
how to thank you. I shall be only too delighted to stay. I really do not want to
go to sea. I hate the very idea of it! But when the people turned me out, my
only thought was to get away from them as far as possible. That was why I
thought of going to sea. Oh, thank you again for giving me the chance of
escaping such a horrid life! I will do anything you wish, I should like to stay
with you always. I have not a single friend, and I am so lonely," he added, with
a little sob, the tears overflowing his eyes and running down his cheeks. I am
by nature rather inclined to be sympathetic, and I had all along felt strangely
drawn to the poor little fellow, but now my heart went oat entirely to him, and
I said to myself that I would keep him in the house for the present; he would be
company for me, in a way, when I was at home-then, after a time, I would send
him to school, and make arrangements for his future career. There was no reason
why I should not do so. I was well off, and there was no one who had a right to
question or interfere with me.

"Well, Frank, you shall stay with me always, if you like," I
said.

When I make up my mind to do a thing, I set about doing it at
once; so ringing the bell, I told the maid who answered it, to send up Wilson.
When he appeared, I informed him that Master Francis was going to remain with
me; then I told him to order the dog-cart to be got ready, and that he was to
drive the boy to Winchester-the nearest town-have him measured for some suits of
clothes, and to buy him underclothing, shirts, boots, and the other things
necessary for the complete outfit of a young gentleman. My well-trained servant
made no remark, but bowed gravely and left the room. In a short time he
returned, saying that the dog-cart was at the door. I gave him a sum of money
sufficient to meet all expenses, then I put Frank into his charge, and the two
went away. As soon as they had gone, I got my gun, went to the kennel for the
dogs, and started off to have a pop at the "birds," and as the sport was good, I
remained out all day, getting home just in time to change my clothes before
dinner.

When I got down to the dining-room, Frank was waiting for me,
looking very smart in his well-brushed clothes, clean shirt, large turned-down
collar, and neat tie; he had on a
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