A Taste For Caning Girls
Those naughty tutors and their canes! Here’s a fun account of the caning predelictions of one such, from the novel “In A Mist” as quoted at A Taste Of The Birch:
The demand for live-in tutors had declined of late. Nevertheless, Lennox managed to make quite a tolerable living from it. He had a drawer full of peerless testimonials and had absolutely no need to advertise his services. His fame was spread by word of mouth from one wealthy family to the next.
His liberal use of the cane was often in itself sufficient recommendation for many parents. “Cane them, do you, Lennox? Glad to hear it! A sound thrashing never did me any harm!” the fathers declared enthusiastically; while the plum-voiced blue blooded mothers, possessing that curious streak of inherent cruelty which characterises the English upper classes, were equally insistent that Lennox should beat some sense into the recalcitrant behinds of their daughters.
The scholastic whipping of the daughters of gentility was a time-honoured tradition, stretching back hundreds of years. Hadn’t the tutor of young Effie Grey, Ruskin’s future wife, been solemnly authorised by her parents to birch the girl across the seat of her drawers whenever necessary?
Although he found beating boys to be rather repugnant, Lennox over the years had developed quite a taste for caning girls. The maleness in him thrilled to their agonised yelps as the rod bit into their plump, delightfully rounded bottoms. Yet he would have been outraged had anyone suggested that he derived the slightest degree of erotic pleasure from whipping his girl pupils. For this was still an age of sexual innocence, and no one gave it a second thought when he took his cane to some cheeky young madam’s backside, or else let her off lightly with a spanking over his knee.
After all, everyone knew that girls were infinitely more troublesome than boys. Unless kept firmly in check they would exploit their sex to unfair advantage and be twice as ill behaved as any boy…
