Room 2D

Dear Sirs, Your excellent magazine continues to entertain, and in its own way is also quite profound; you clearly understand that the well-punished victim should also experience both fear and humiliation, and your recent appearances of the scissors, the razor and the marker pen are prime examples. In my view our hapless girl should also be stripped entirely naked, for at once she is deprived of both her modesty and her freedom. Pity you if she were to run out naked into the street, but her public humiliation would be total! However, as she also knows that the caning or strapping will hurt, the fear element is reduced unless a further punishment/humiliation course is embarked on. As she is already naked, further ‘treatment’ of her feminine charms i.e. breast and pussy punishments — are her first fear; but in adding to her confused mental state you can also set in motion much greater and humiliating forms of trepidation. Such as, I would suggest, the fear of sexual arousal and of dis...

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A Chastising Service of the 1880s laid bare Historical recreation researched and written by  Richard Manton,  from Janus 38. On 26 July 1889, an advertisement appeared in the  Church Times . It was addressed to the parents of unruly daughters, to teachers of delinquent schoolgirls, to masters of female reformatories, and to those employers whose young women treated their superiors with insolence and contempt. BIRCH RODS. — These useful articles, for which there is an increasing demand, may be had from the depot. Of different sizes. — Mrs. CLAPP, St. John’s-road, Clifton. Mrs Clapp’s surname might have raised a smile, but it was as real as everything else about her. She ran a thriving business in the regency elegance of Bristol’s most prosperous suburb. Her advertisement might cause a flutter in the press of the 1980s but not a century ago when Victorian Values were firmly in the saddle. After all, if girls were to be birched, the birch-rods had to come from somewhere....