She Runs a Tight Ship

Outside it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching early-July sun is still high in the sky - it wont get dark 'till nearly 10PM. The Saturday afternoon shoppers buzz like bees around the stalls in the market place in front of The Corn Exchange, holidaymakers lounge beneath red and white umbrellas outside picturesque pubs lazily supping cider, ales and wine. Incensed, the locals steam behind the steering-wheels of their cars bemoaning the permanent near-gridlocked tailback snaking back and forth through the narrow streets from one end of the market town to the other - a constant carnival parade of tourists; horns sound, angry remarks rend the air, a police siren screams irritatedly. And all this against the background of the constant rumble of the motorway which was built far too close to the edge of the chocolate-box hamlet.

In here, on HER ward, all is deathly quiet, only the tap, tap, tap of her heels on the lino and the hollow, resonant tock, tock, tock of the wall clock she had installed - the time it gives is what SHE calls 'hospital time'; it has nothing to do with the world at large; 'bedtime' here is when SHE says it is, when the 'night bell' rings, a healthy dose of sedetives and sleeping pills helping to ensure sleep comes quickly. The routine has little to do with circadian rhythms and much more to do with staffing levels and shift patterns.

All is neat and tidy and stripped of anything and everything not ENTIRELY essential to the care of 'difficult' girl's in their late teens to early twenties. Thus there are six caged beds with six plastic chairs, one alongside each, and six enamel bedpans, one perched on each chair. There is a desk and chair at one end forming the nurse's station - and that's about it. There IS ONE other thing present - on a hook on the wall behind the nurse's station hangs a slender, wickedly pliant crook-handled cane. Under HER influence corporal punishment has been introduced - they've given her a free hand, so why not? Glancing up at the clock, presently showing ten thirty, she smiles to herself. She knows that strident, insistent ticking is driving certain of the girls to distraction, but if that encourages certain individuals to accept the medication she is keen to introduce, so be it

Everyone Loves a Bimbo - So, How to Make One?

SILENCE IS GOLDEN – OR: AN ORTHODONTIC INTERVENTION (with apologies to the original artist)

 Yes, silence was indeed golden as far as Julia's guardian was concerned, and where the strap and the cane might have failed in enforcing her strict no-talking rule...

Well, once her young, headstrong, ward, Julia, discovered she was now saddled with a pronounced lisp and was barely coherent she felt sure things were going to change – and when she looked in the mirror! One way or another she was going to get her own way with the girl. Career on the stage? Ha! She'd see about THAT!

(A scenario inspired by an event alluded to in one of my books)

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In case any of you had been wondering as to my absence of late, I have been on holiday in Sardinia (where it bloody well rained on three days, I experienced gale force winds and I suffered from a chest infectiion for the first four day!!!). But  I'm back now and normal service will soon be resumed, which includes a new addition to the 'The Original Institute / Beyond The Barred Window' website which I have neglected for a long tme now (far TOO long).  Today and tomorrow I shall be working on some artwork for the spanking arist Roger Benson but I also hope to be adding to a new work I started on while away, a kidnap / hostage taking story which is intended to be a little more mainstream than my previous stuff, although rest assured that there will still be spanking, discipline and much mental anguish.  Some of the themes I have been hinting at for some time now and there will continue to be teasers from time to time published here...  SO WATCH THIS SPACE!!!

A Girl, a Uniformed Nurse and a Slippering - and Perhaps a Whole Lot More: You Decide!

The juxtaposition of a strict, no nonsense uniformed nurse with what appears to be a domestic environment is a compelling image I always think, an image in this case which could easily have come straight from the pages of a new book I'm working on:

“No, I’m NOT joking, young lady!  If you take in to account the early bedtime I’ve introduced, that we have this rule you stay in bed until I come to get you and you have your afternoon nap time, it hardly seems worthyou getting dressed.  So get those things off – and get back in your pyjamas.  THIS INSTANT!  And not those old ones you’ve been wearing either – those new ones I brought you a couple of days ago from that place I used to work in.  Yes, I’m sure they ARE embarrassing, or they would be if anyone else saw you in them.  But no one else IS going to see you in them, are they?  You’re not going anywhere. 

I’ve told you before; now that I run this household, things have changed; I’M in charge.  There’s no more gallivanting around the shops and arcades, no more mixing with friends, talking to boys – no going out; period!  No - you stay in nowadays.  Ok, up until now we’ve had our little walks in the garden – so long as you hold my hand – but I’m going to put a stop to that as well; too much sun is bad for the complexion you know.  In fact from now on I don’t even want you going downstairs any longer; I’m going to keep you hidden away up here, on the top floor, when people come.   You’re an embarrassment!  And you’ll embarrass yourself if you come swanning down wearing those new pyjamas I got you.  But you’re not GOING to come swanning down, are you?  No you’re not – because you’re going to be sitting quietly in your room writing lines at your desk or kneeling facing the corner with your hands on your head when people come.  I’M the only person you should be thinking about nowadays – how to please ME.  And the best way you can please me right now is by getting those pyjamas on. 

As I said; there seems little point in you getting dressed nowadays…  So I’ve decided from now on it’s going to be pyjamas all day, every day.  The rest of your stuff can go to the charity shop to join all those things I took off you when I first arrived, all those ridiculous ‘designer’ frocks and fripperies you’d been allowed  to get away wearing, the makeup, the hair ‘products’ and sprays.  I expect you’ll be glad to see the back of that school uniform I’ve had you wearing day in day out – but I think I’m going to have to BURN that; I can’t imagine there being much call for something like that in such a large size… 

No, no – slip the knickers on first; they go with the outfit... And fasten the top button of the jacket for heaven’s sake – the jacket is supposed to button high, so it has a peter pan collar; it gives it a little femininity; it’d look like you’re wearing a rather ugly set of men’s pyjamas otherwise…  Yes, I KNOW there is a badge embroidered on the breast pocket, that’s the name of the place where I used to work - and the word under it, that’s just a clinical term, applied to the woman who last wore those pyjamas; it just lets the staff know not to listen to a SINGLE thing the woman says, that she talks nonsense, rambles… Just like you do dear, when you talk about going to university, meeting a boy, getting married and all that – oh no, no ,no you’re not; you’re staying right here!  So I thought it rather apt…

Smelly?  The pyjamas?  Well… I suppose they are – a bit.  That woman I told you about got a new pair - they’re changing the style apparently - that’s why you got these; I don’t expect they got sent to the laundry before they got thrown out…  The knickers are fresh though – brand new… Stop all that fussing and get them on – that’s NOT rubber on the inside, it’s medical grade PVC, polythene if you will, quite soft and comfortable; the outside is nylon; the waistband is so stiff because there is a spring steel band running through it with a little clasp and loop arrangement poking out through the fabric at the rear where I can slip a neat little padlock, make sure you’re all locked away snugly with no ‘tampering’ allowed. 

Yes, I’ll unlock it if you need the toilet – if you ask nicely – but you know the house rules by now; I have to watch; I’m not having you using it as an excuse to play with yourself;  you KNOW I don’t allow masturbation.  If you want THAT kind of relief I’ll do it for you!  All you have to do is come ask me nicely, drape yourself across my lap, part your legs – and I’ll bring you off in no time with my fingers; I’ll have you squirming across my lap in minutes, reduced to a sobbing puddle of sweat and gibbering like the imbecile it says you are on that badge. 

And once we’ve broken through THAT barrier you’ll find you’ll be coming begging… BEGGING… for me to bring you off that way again and again and again.  I can make it VERY addictive for you  And then…  And THEN… we’ll have to see if we can’t teach you to do a few things for ME!  Oh, I beg to differ – I think you’ll find you WILL, you know. 

Now come and lay yourself across my lap – I’m going to give you a good hard slippering to break you in wearing your new pyjamas:  And I’m just wondering whether I need to shave you again ‘down there’ – yes, I think I’ll fetch the bowl, soap and razor afterwards.”

An Improved Dunce's Cap - "For the Modern Miss"

A Girl in an Amazing Place - and a Procedure Unspeakable

A Procedure To Groom A Girl By

IMAGE REMOVED TO CIRCUMVENT POSSIBLE COPYRIGHT ISSUES - ORIGINAL IMAGE BY SARDAX MAY BE VIEWED HERE - http://femdrawings.tumblr.com/post/84707159424 - AND A HIGHER RESOLUTION ONE ON THE LINK POSTED BY 'ANONYMOUS' AS A COMMENT TO THIS POST; JUST VISUALISE A FEMALE BOTTOM IN YOUR MIND'S EYE; AND A FEW CANE STRIPES OF COURSE!

 “What an amazing place this is!  So quiet, so… secluded.  You’d never know it was here.  But I do wonder if they’re looking after her a little TOO well – just look at the size of that bottom.   

Mind you, that examination gown doesn’t hide much… Oh look!  She must have misbehaved again – someone has already warmed up her bottom; and recently by the looks of things.  That must really smart; well, it’s going to smart a lot more in a minute!”

“Don’t you think she’s going to sign today then, aunty?”

“Not a chance, Cynthia!  She was trying to get a message to you, trying to get you to come here, help get her out, get a message through to her fiancé…  Would YOU like to do the honours, Cynthia?  After all – you’re the one she trusts, apparently.”

 

 “Gosh, really aunty?”

“Yes, of course.  “

"But… I don't know.  She hasn’t done anything wrong… I mean… Perhaps she’d sign if I told her what has happened… I’m not so sure I should…"

 “What you SHOULD do is as you're told!  Besides, you shouldn’t think of it as punishment - it’s therapy, all part of her therapy.  Now, I want you to give her a damn good thrashing, Cynthia, really hard - you just think of all the problems she has created for YOU in the past… And THEN you can tell her the good news – I know you’ve been dying to - all the events that have happened while she’s been in here, how fickle that young man of hers really turned out to be, how he is your husband now.  I’m sure she’ll be grateful you saved her from all that heartache…”

"And the baby?  Should I tell her about the baby?  I know it shows now but...  Well, you said she'd been... you know... had a procedure... I mean how terrible for her - I didn't know they did that sort of thing in these places nowadays...  I mean, I know they USED to.  But nowadays?  To be... to have that procedure... to see someone in MY condition and know that she won't ever be able to... " 

"It was the cost of her outburst last time - that's all - don't let it worry your pretty little head.  If you MUST know; no, it is NOT the kind of thing that happens nowadays, not without good cause.  I had it done, it was my idea.  You'll find there are a great many things one can get done if one has sufficient influence.  So, yes, I WANT her to know about the baby - but don't say anything.  Just let her see for herself and draw her own conclusions when the nurses let her up at the end.  I want to see her eyes when it dawns on her - it's the perfect time.  

As for the procedure itself - only I and one other knows exactly what has been done, though the stitches and soreness should be a clue...  You know - I don't think I'm even going to ask her to sign anything today.  I think I'll just have you give her a damn good caning. and we'll go.  We'll come back after the tour, in three months, see how she's faring then.  With what I've done - or rather, had done - I doubt there will be any need for a signature at that point!  Now, off you trot, go over there and play your part - you know you want to, you can't fool me; I can see it by the gleam in your eyes, sheer glee"

A gleam in her eyes?  Yes, very much so - she'd groomed the girl well; SHE wouldn't be getting away from her any time soon.  Yes, she could safely say she'd got BOTH girls right where she wanted them now!

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Storyline - Garth Toyntanen.  The picture origin I am uncertain of - but aint it great! Could have been straight out of my INSTITUTIONALISED series!  Or at least inspired by it. )

Shame Clothing 2 – Extending the Skirt, Extending the Concept

 Wow, but that last article on 'The Imbecile Dress' has proved popular on Tumblr, already re-bloged several times!  And one of those blogs it got re-bloged to had this, which I know you'll have seen before - but it made me think just how versatile those jingle bells could be:

Shame Clothing 2 – Extending the Skirt, Extending the Concept

Yes, she has been nicely posed, and soundly caned before hand – an exemplary example of the disciplinarian’s zeal; the juvenile-looking uniform is to be applauded too.  And now she has been left to reflect on her ‘sins’, left all alone  - you don’t have all day to stand around, there are other things to occupy your mind.   

But how do you know she’ll be holding that charming pose as soon as you’ve turned your back?  How do you know she won’t relax, hurriedly take up the stipulated posture when she hears the key in the lock or the handle turning?  Perhaps rattling, jingling bells sewn on the skirt hem, the blouse collar and cuffs an so on?  Some way of monitoring the sound?  Both easy enough.   

True, if she were to be careful enough, moved slowly enough, she might be able to lower that skirt, drop her hands and arms to her sides without attracting attention – and punitive consequences – but could she resume that posture quickly enough, as you step into the room, without a jingle-jangle cacophony?  Doubtful! 

In essence any dress or outfit, within reason - and there should ALWAYS be SOMETHING which sets the wearer apart from her contemporaries and associates, however subtle that ‘something’ might be – can become ‘The Imbecile Dress’ for the purposes of corner time or other forms of what we might call ‘posture discipline’ with a little though and imagination.  Those jingle bells really are available at any traditional haberdashers stores and haberdashery departments, even today.  They are cheap, unsophisticated yet surprisingly effective in curtailing or moderating unseemly boisterous behaviour, and can be sewn on any part of any garment in minutes, converting something which might otherwise be merely a little embarrassing into a seriously humiliating instrument of discipline and control capable – with a little diligence and forethought – of affecting real psychological change in the longer term, given the right circumstances and a well thought-out disciplinary regimen covering other areas of her life.  And. isn’t the latter what the disciplinarian is setting out to achieve when her or she takes some headstrong young thing in hand or guides – in one way or another – perhaps a more sheltered, naive, shy and self-conscious sort through the metaphorical gates of a secure and strict institution of some form or other?  Rows of little jingle bells can be sewn around the cuffs of a school blouse, the hem of a gymslip (school jumper in the US of A, I believe) or pleated school skirt or the tops of frilled turn-over ankle socks as easily as to a purpose designed punishment dress (see last entry) or indeed night attire.

Yes, the cane, the strap, the Scottish tawse and the riding crop can be effective.  But in isolation, can corporal punishment alone really bring about the sort of radical change in psychological makeup the serious disciplinarian is out to wring from his or her charge, given that the disciplinarian’s agenda and motives may well go beyond short-term behavioural control?  I think to the latter question the answer is a resounding no!  Indeed corporal punishment per se can lead to a hardening of the resolve if seen and used almost as an end in itself.  A rather unfortunate side effect!  In the right hands the role of corporal punishment is to bolster and enforce those other forms of discipline, punitive impositions such AS corner standing repetitious line writing  and so on – onerous, irritating, pointless tasks, restrictions, stipulations and exercises which grate on the nerves like a dripping tap or an itch one cannot reach (or more like a toothache which will not go away and which awakens the sufferer at night) and which, given time, actually ERODE the girl’s resolve. 

Now the dripping tap… now there’s a thing… Whether she be stood in the corner, nose to the wall, sat stiffly upright and straight-backed on a high stool, toes just touching the floor and left staring at a blank white wall or her reflection in a mirror (particularly effective, especially if teamed with ongoing repeated discussions of the shortcomings of her features) or squeezed into a juvenile school desk writing lines,  if it can be arranged that the imposition takes place in a quiet room someplace with perhaps a hand basin or metal sink in a corner or against a wall with a slowly dripping tap…  Well tedium is the thing – and nothing quite adds to the tedium of such impositions as these as a dripping tap she can do nothing about.  Oddly enough, in some ways it is even better if she is aware that with little more than a slight twist of the wrist that tap can be stopped dripping.  This is where those jingle bells come in, combined with a baby monitor and a healthy respect for the repercussions of disobedience.  The latter might not necessarily be limited to receiving a bottom braising from the cane, more efficacious might be the disciplinarian simply starting the imposition again, from scratch – and of course setting that tap drip, drip, dripping again!

…To be continued…