Monday, 23 May 2011

Consigned to Bedlam,part 9

Veronica lay on her bed reading Jane Eyre,with each turn of the page she was reminded of her recent visit to the treatment room. Her fingers felt like large painful sausages after her hand strapping, she tried to lose herself in her book, but the constant throbbing in her fingers prevented this. s she read of the madwoman in the attic, she wondered how long her grip on sanity could hold out in this strange establishment. Then she heard the noise of a carriage on the pebble drive outside. Curiosity getting the better of her she put down her book and went to the window. "Another poor wretch." She whispered to herself as she watched the carriage's progress towards the building. Oddly the driver seemed familiar to her but she just couldn't pin point him. The carriage stopped, and the driver climbed down and opened the door to help out a lady. The lady was her step-mother! Then she realised that the driver was Belmont the butler, but now he was shaven headed and looking every bit of a carnival wrestler. She also noticed that Belmont's helping hand seemed to linger that little bit too long on Millicent's hand. That little bit too familiar and intimate! Then to her shock, after Millicent had been helped down to the ground, out from the carriage emerged another figure, that of Jonathan Carter. Seeing Jonathan together with her step-mother made Veronica's heart leap into her mouth. What on earth could this mean? Feeling quite faint, Veronica flumped back onto her bed staring at the ceiling in mixture of confusion and excitement.



There had really been little to decide upon for Millicent, after she had heard Jonathan's description of Dr. Dewbury's clinic. The only problem was the will, would she once released stick to the bargain that Jonathan had offered? As always she found Belmont to be her saviour, he had a plan that would allow Veronica's release but also keep Millicent in control of the family assets. She had decided to go and see Dr. Dewbury the following morning, but Belmont said.

"Why put off what you can do today? I'll tell cook to make a meal for Mr. Carter's driver and the three of us can go there now. We shall have this all sorted in time for dinner tonight."

She smiled and nodded at her secret lover.

Jonathan Carter of course was more than happy to lend out his parent's carriage, to him all time saved was a premium.



Millicent couldn't help but have a little smile, as Jonathan gingerly sat himself down on the leather bench seat next to her. Her recent caning of him still making all leg movements for him a pain filled experience.

"Are you quite comfortable now young man?" She asked, not even trying to suppress her smile.

"Yes Ma'am." He answered good heartily, happy at the way today's events had finally turned out, it was all up to Millicent now he had played out his part in Veronica's release.

Upon arrival at Dr. Dewbury's Belmont helped Millicent down from the carriage, then marched off purposefully to the main building, and rapped hard upon the front door.

By the time the maid came to answer the door, both Jonathan and Millicent had caught up with Belmont. The maid, having first recognised Jonathan, was initially taken aback, but before she could say anything she was almost lifted to one side by Belmont striding into the main hallway, Belmont recognised nurse Corrigan standing by the reception desk.

"Good afternoon, nurse Corrigan," He almost bellowed, his voice echoing around the reception area and the stairwell. "I trust you remember Mrs. Bowman?"

"Yes I do indeed," She answered, amazed at such an intrusion. "I did not know you had an appointment to see Dr. Dewbury today ma'am."

"I haven't," Millicent said matter of factly, "but before I see that odious little creature, I would like to have a little chat with you. Could you spare me a little time, perhaps a stroll around the grounds?"

Nurse Corrigan nodded, though somewhat uneasy at Mrs. Bowman's strange manner.

"I have a little proposition that I would like to discuss with you." Millicent said, then hooked arms with the older nurse and walked her out into the clinic's grounds.

Jonathan and Belmont followed, but only as far as the steps to the main entrance where Belmont gently tapped Jonathan's shoulder and said.

"We will wait here, Sir, I'm sure they won't be too long."

Jonathan looked at the poker faced butler, as always Belmont's face was a blank page giving nothing away, so all Jonathan could do was, watch, wait and wonder. After to what had seemed like an age to Jonathan, the two ladies returned arms still linked, still both deep in conversation.

When they reached the steps, Nurse Corrigan gave Jonathan a big smile and Millicent said. "Belmont, I think it is time that we should bring Veronica home."

"Of course, Ma'am, will you be needing my assistance?"Belmont answered in his well practiced deadpan manner.

Millicent looked at the nurse who slowly nodded. "Yes, Belmont I believe it would be better to have you by my side. Dr. Dewbury may prove to be a little awkward, and you always seem to remove people's awkward edge, just by being there."

"Very good, Ma'am." Belmont replied, a trace of a smile on his lips.

For Millicent the conversation with nurse Corrigan had been both very informative, and very profitable. Nurse Corrigan had confirmed all the things that young Mr. Carter had told her, also though nurse Corrigan had told her a few things that Mr. Carter wasn't aware of. Dr. Dewbury's assistant was actually his niece from his wife's side of the family, and until Marion Brompton had come to the clinic, Dr. Dewbury had run the institution on a fairly normal basis. Since Marion's arrival however, the level of corporal punishment, both as a punishment for transgressions and more recently as a form of therapy had greatly increased. It would seem that the hapless doctor was in thrall of his niece, and would go along with all her suggestions no matter how bizarre, and her favourite theme was that of curing the inmates of all onanistic tendencies. Millicent could see in Marion echoes of herself, though Millicent reasoned all the punishments she inflicted or had Belmont inflict were just. Whereas in this establishment they were only for the doctor and his niece's own personal sexual gratification. There was no way that she could allow Veronica to stay here another moment, she also knew that the doctor could prove to be bit of a problem with the realisation of the lost revenue that he was about to incur.

The three of them followed nurse Corrigan to the treatment room, the nurse opened the door without knocking and they all entered the room. Millicent was shocked by the sight that greeted them. Dr. Dewbury and nurse Moore were both leaning against the wall by the window, engrossed in watching his niece strapping the naked bottom and thighs of a lady in her forties. The poor lady was locked in the dentist chair, her legs hoisted high in the air and held in a debasing "V" shape. Her open vagina completely displayed to all in sundry.

Belmont took immediate action, striding forward and picking up a blanket to try and cover the poor woman's modesty. All hell broke loose, the woman in the chair started screaming in her shame, Dr.Dewbury's face took on the complexion of a ghost and his niece ran back to get behind the chair.



Nurse Moore, shouted out. "What's happening here... who are you... what's going on?"

"Ah! So you must be the fat jolly one are you?" Millicent enquired of the nurse.

Normally nurse Moore would take a remark like that from no one, but there was something about this small young lady that made her hold her tongue. Something in the way she held herself, her self assurance made nurse Moore more than a little uneasy. "Yes... well I suppose I am known for my... er jolliness.. er ma'am."

"Could you please make this lady decent, and return her to her room." Millicent ordered. "Then bring my daughter in here, that would be Veronica Bowman, we have things to discuss with the good doctor."

Nurse Moore went to pick up the chastity belt off the desk top.

"Not that ridiculous contraption you foolish woman!" Millicent shouted at the befuddled nurse. "Just make her as decent as you can." Then Millicent turned her attention to Dr. Dewbury, as the nurse followed out her orders. "Before we go any further doctor, I would like to re-introduce you to Mr. Belmont. So just in case you have any ideas of ringing for your porters to eject us, I should warn you if only for their safety, that Mr. Belmont is indeed as cantankerous and as dangerous as he looks."

"I am sure madam that there will be no call for any unpleasantness." Dr. Dewbury replied, his voice shaking under Belmont's glaring stare.

Nurse Moore quickly scuttled out of the room with her charge now untied and dressed, Millicent's voice ringing in her ears.

"Hurry back with my daughter!"

"May I suggest that I go and get Veronica?" Nurse Corrigan asked. "I think our sudden appearance has rather thrown nurse Moore"

"Yes, a capital idea, thank you." Millicent replied, her voice suddenly softening as she nodded to nurse Corrigan.

"So... Mrs. Bowman have you come to see how Veronica is doing?" Dr. Dewbury asked knowing only too well that this was not the reason for her unannounced visit, the presence of Jonathan Carter had already spelt that out to him.

"No I have come to take her home, we will be leaving in about a quarter of an hour or so." Millicent said, then looking at Marion added. "After I have sorted out a little unfinished business, with you overly eager assistant here."

"Firstly madam... ahem.. you cannot just leave with Veronica, as you know she has been certified and placed, placed by your good self, into my care. Without a signed document from myself or another doctor, it would be impossible for you to take her home. She is though making great strides in her... er.. recovery."

Millicent had expected words to this effect coming from the doctor, even if his tone lacked any real conviction, he was after all only trying to secure his livelihood.

"She will receive the best of medical care at home Dr. Dewbury," Millicent said, then added her coup-de-grace. "your very own head nurse has kindly taken me up on an offer, to come and work for me in the care of my daughter, and also in the health of my factory workers. I had been considering introducing a health program in my various businesses, I have been advised that it would prove to be cost effective." Millicent said glancing at Belmont, and allowing herself a little smile towards her lover. "So I see no legal hindrance to us leaving with Veronica today, do you Mr. Carter?"

"No Ma'am, none at all." The young law student enthused, impressed by the way his future mother in law had not only secured Veronica's release, but had also protected herself from him and Veronica going back upon their agreement reference the late Mr. Bowman's will.

The door opened again and in walked nurse Corrigan and a pale confused looking Veronica. "Ah good!" Millicent said upon seeing her daughter and her newest employee. "We are nearly finished here."

"Mrs. Bowman, this is all very unconventional!" Dr. Dewbury protested.

"I, as you will find, am an unconventional woman. Nurse Coriggan could you please remind me of the welcoming dose of the strap that greets each new patient here." Millicent said, her eyes locked on Marion Brompton.

"Four strokes, ma'am." The Irish nurse reminded her.

"In this case four strokes seem hardly enough," Millicent said, her face clouded with concern as she tried to think of a figure, then she announced. "six strokes each, that makes a nice even dozen."

"What makes an even dozen?" Dr. Dewbury asked, lost off by the conversation's turnings.

"By way of reparation to my daughter and Mr. Carter, Miss Brompton shall receive six strokes of the strap across her bottom from both Mr. Carter and Veronica." Millicent said to Dr. Dewbury, though all the time looking at the now terrified Marion. "After receiving a good belting herself, she may in the future not be quite so cavalier in the usage of corporal punishment!"

"No, Madam, that is a step too far, I cannot allow it!" Dr. Dewbury replied indignantly, his niece now cowering behind him.

"Oh dear," Millicent said, her voice full of pantomime regret. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Mr. Carter, as my legal adviser what would you say the chances of a successful prosecution would be, if you and Veronica sued the good doctor for assault upon yourselves whilst in his care?"

"Er..." Jonathan tried to collect his thoughts, shocked not only by the question, but also by his sudden appointment as legal adviser, he answered honestly though. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bowman, but a case in these circumstances would be doomed to failure."

Millicent nodded, then smiled. "The case though would be in a public court, and I would think the salacious details of the treatments here would attract a lot of press interest. Would I be right in my thinking Mr. Carter?"

Jonathan failed to suppress his grin as he answered. "Yes, as always you would be right in your thinking Mrs. Bowman, such a case would invoke a great deal of interest."

Now beaten already, Dr. Dewbury made on last ditch attempt to save his niece. "Your reputation, Mrs. Bowman would be in tatters if such a case came to court, you too would come out of it all badly!"

"Oh dear doctor as I told you before, I am not a conventional woman and the opinions of polite society has little impact upon me," Millicent told the doctor, her face the picture of disconcern, "All I care about is the price of commodities, and the good will of my staff who look upon me as a benevolent - if at times a somewhat strict - employer. You on the other hand, rely on word of mouth and your good name. I wonder also what your dear wife would make of all the details of your treatments here, or for that matter her sister, Marion's mother?"

The doctor now knew he was fighting a lost cause, she could be bluffing but it wasn't worth the risk to his private life or his business to call her hand. He turned to Marion and nodded to her. She to knew there was no choice in the matter, a scandal like this would ruin her chances of marriage, who would want to marry someone that had been embroiled in such a scandal.

"Good it is all settled then!" Millicent exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "Mr. Carter could you please help Miss Brompton get prepared, as you will be familiar with the odd workings of that chair."

Marion gulped, she had hoped for just a quick strapping perhaps over the desk or across the knee, not locked in her own contraption, her virginal charms on lewd display.

Jonathan didn't need to be told twice, he first went to a drawer in the desk and got four brooch pins then beckoned Marion to his side. With no real choice in the matter Marion complied, then closed her eyes in shame as he lifted her thin white skirt high up above her hips, and then pinned it into place into her blouse. Next he loosened the silk bow drawstring of her cream drawers, Marion was close to tears as she felt the cold air on her most intimate and secret parts. Jonathan tapped at her feet indicating for her to step clear of her underwear, then he helped her up onto the chair and after locking her arms in place, he then set about getting her legs in the required, overly revealing "V" position.

Millicent then handed him nurse Corrigan's strap and said to him. "Six strokes, please make sure they are good ones!"

For all of his earlier protestations on behalf of his niece, Dr. Dewbury did not miss the chance to take up an advantageous viewpoint for her correction. A chance to see her often dreamt about charms on display could not be missed, the centre point of his non too avuncular fantasies.

Jonathan did not let Millicent down, soon the room was full of the sound of Marion Brompton's rueful screams, as somewhat to Millicent's surprise the thin young gentleman managed to put a good deal of venom into each stroke.



Veronica for her part felt almost on the edge of swooning as she watched the proceedings. First there was the shock of seeing the three of them arrive at the clinic, then being brought down to the treatment room for the second time today had filled her with dread. Then upon entering the room she was thrown into more confusion. She was going home today, Jonathan was now Millicent's legal advisor - even though he was not yet qualified - and before leaving she was going to be given the chance to wreak revenge on the loathsome Miss Brompton, it was all nearly too much for her to take in. Then before she knew it, it was her turn with the strap as Jonathan handed it to her whispering.

"Don't worry, everything is all sorted, we will soon be out of here and on the way home."

"Not that soon." She thought to herself as she stepped forward. The strap in still aching fingers felt so strange, so surprisingly heavy, but she had a plan in her head. Standing to the left of Miss Brompton's splayed legs she brought the strap across her bottom. Marion sighed in relief at the relative weakness of the stroke compared to the previous six she had just received. Unperturbed by the less then spectacular reaction of her victim, Veronica moved to the right hand side of her trapped victim. She seemed to study Marion's right hip closely before bringing down her next stroke, again this only elicited a deep sigh.

Millicent was of a mind to take over for the other strokes and made a move to step forward, then noticed Belmont shake his head at her, she checked her move, thinking to herself he was right, this was Veronica's choice.

Veronica again repeated the same strange ritual, of alternating from side to side, each time checking Marion's hips for some reason. The fifth stroke made Veronica's odd ritual crystal clear to all in the room. Veronica had known that she could not belt Miss Brompton with the strength that Jonathan had. She would have to rely upon aim to get the maximum effect, the first four strokes were merely to get the feel of the belt in her hand, and to understand it's arc. The fifth stroke, she aimed not so much at Miss Brompton's bottom, but at her upper thigh. She also laid it on short so it caught only the left thigh, the strap bent in on it's self. The tip, the fastest moving part of the instrument curled in cutting at Miss Brompton's labia. Marion screamed in a mixture of shock and pain, no sooner had the echo of that scream in the tiled room died down, than it was replaced by another as Veronica changed sides, and with equal accuracy brought the strap down for a final time. Veronica dropped the strap onto the floor, and said. "Please mother, can we go home now?"

Millicent smiled, for the first time ever Veronica had called her mother without a hint of sarcasm or hatred in her voice.



THE END