Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature
Part Seven: 'Gynecocracy' Part VI
by Peter Farrer
'My dress was not that of a young lady, but of a mere chit of a girl, scarcely coming to my knees. It was of some white fluffy material, and, underneath it, I was compelled to wear a stiffly-starched petticoat which made it stick out, and disclosed my limbs almost to my waist...my sex appeared to have been evaporated under the potent spell of Mademoiselle's subtle magic, of her rigorous treatment, and of the lady's garments in which I was constantly kept. Certainly the petticoats and the drawers had had a very powerful effect upon my constitution.'

This is the seventh part of Peter Farrer's extensive study of the literary origins of petticoat discipline, and takes us to the end of Volume II of Gynecocracy', the first novel in any language to deal with petticoat discipline. 'Petticoat Discipline Quarterly' preserves an Edwardian modesty in its published material, but more liberality is necessary in this series by Peter Farrer. The world's first story of petticoat discipline is of obvious interest, and it would be absurd to Bowdlerise it.

Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature Part One: Before 'Gynecocracy'
March 2001
Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature Part Two: 'Gynecocracy' Part I
March 2001
Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature Part Three: 'Gynecocracy' Part II
June 2001
Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature Part Four: 'Gynecocracy' Part III Christmas 2001
Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature Part Three: 'Gynecocracy' Part IV
February 2002
Petticoat Punishment in Erotic Literature Part Three: 'Gynecocracy' Part V
April 2002

The next few chapters in Volume II are as follows:

XVIIA lady doctor
XVIIIDownlands Hall again
XIXIncidents of an afternoon
XXNot a wedding ring
XXILord or/and Lady Alfred Ridlington

Chapter XVII A lady doctor

Julian's punishment is completed: his ears are pierced, and he is circumcised.

'After luncheon Mademoiselle and I drove to a lady-doctor's. Horror! I cannot dwell upon it. First my cars were pierced, and I was forced to wear gold earrings. The doctor and her assistant held me during the operation - a painful one!

'Then I was placed on a table, on which were several cushions, and fastened down on my back. My petticoats were turned over my head, my legs well separated and fixed to the corners of the table. Some chloroform was given me to smell which threw me into a dreamy, relaxed condition.

'My corset was unfastened, and Dr. Mrs.--- stood at my side, an arm over me. "What a fine one!" I heard her exclaim, in a far-off way, her hand aggressively upon my generative organs. "Now, young gentleman, you will be punished for seducing your cousin, punished by your governess's order, this lady here." And she caught my testicles and slipped her fingers on to the penis, which she, with firm pressure, pushed under the skin, then gathered the prepuce well forward, and pinched it between her finger and thumb.

'I could have offered no resistance even if I had not been too drowsy. The lady-doctor held me very rigidly with her left hand, and with a sharp instrument in her right, snipped off the proper portion of the prepuce. A styptic soon stopped the bleeding. The wound was bandaged scientifically. I was unfastened, told to rest on the sofa and presently given a small glass of dry sherry.

"I have had occasion," I heard the doctor say to Mademoiselle, as she slipped the fee into her hand preparatory to departure, "lately to punish a surprising number of young gentlemen in this way. You will find it of great service, especially as you tell me he is being educated as a young lady with others; besides it will be of great benefit to him hereafter, and improve the character of his offspring..." (Vol II, 131-2)

Afterwards Julian is allowed to rest until dinner time.

"Now, Julia," she said, tucking me in her own bed, "I trust in future you will be a very good girl," and she gave me a delicious kiss and bade me sleep.'
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'Gertrude came in to see me, and she and Mademoiselle helped to dress me. My wardrobe had come from the shop, and it included a low dress. I was dressed in all respects like a girl, with opera-cloak, flowers and ornaments in my hair. My ears were too sore to be touched; the plain gold earrings, Mademoiselle declared, were the only false note about my otherwise chic and smart toilette.'
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After dinner, Mademoiselle in her lovely diaphanous robes, and Gertrude who looked radiant in a severer costume, more suitable to her more Circe-like features, entered the brougham, and we drove to the Gaiety. How I enjoyed the performance! How happy I felt.'
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'Mademoiselle claimed me that night, and, to my intense joy, I spent it in her bed; but, alas! was obliged to do so, as if in very truth I had been a girl. The principal incident of the next morning was the sale of all my masculine garments to some one who had been directed to call for them. When they were carried away, I felt irrevocably a girl.'
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'My travelling costume was a very fashionable and becoming one.

"Good-bye, Julia, you dear, dear girl! Don't forget your mamma," said Gertrude, "be a good boy - girl I mean, never attempt rebellion, resign yourself to the petticoat, and you will find it sweet."

As we started, I felt that I had bidden adieu also to Julian Robinson; as though I could never remember having been a boy any more than last night's dream.'

Back at Downlands Hall the merciless chastisement of all concerned is resumed, together with much sexual exploration between Julian and the girls. Much more interesting and new is the development of the relationship between the newly-created girl Julia, and Lord Alfred Ridlington, who now returns to the scene.

Chapter XVIII Downlands Hall again

Mademoiselle and Julian arrive at Downlands Hall:

'We went into the drawing-room; Elise helped Mademoiselle off with her travelling cloak and hat and gloves, and did the same for me with less ceremony and more promptitude, and then Maud entered in her short frock with the tea-tray and cast a reproachful look at me.'

The maid, Mary, reports that Maud has been troublesome, and Maud expresses her disgust at being treated as a servant:

"Take off your drawers," she ordered.

No, I won't," said Maud, with a stamp, here in the drawing-room before him; or" - with hesitation, "anywhere else either."

"Him!" retorted Mademoiselle, "this is Julia, your cousin, a girl like yourself" (Vol II, 136)

Maud is given three dozen lashes and she remains in penance until the end of the month.

'The bedroom to which I was taken was that I originally occupied. It communicated with Mademoiselle's room by a door, the existence of which I had been unaware until this evening.

When the dressing-bell rang, Elise shew [sic] me into it. She had unpacked my things and dressed me for dinner.

'My dress was not that of a young lady, but of a mere chit of a girl, scarcely coming to my knees. It was of some white fluffy material, and underneath it, I was compelled to wear a stiffly-starched petticoat which made it stick out, and disclosed my limbs almost to my waist.

'Mademoiselle, without seeming to do so, made me occupy positions which set off my costume to the fullest extent.' (Vol II, 137-8)

In the course of the evening Agnes and Beatrice discover that Julian has not been castrated. Three or four weeks pass. In the remainder of the chapter, when out of doors with Agnes and Beatrice, Julian is their victim in various ways. For refusing to climb a tree to show off his nakedness to Agnes, he is whipped with nettles. On a half-holiday afternoon, he is stripped naked, and made to explain what he did to Maud and what was done to him by the doctor. Beatrice makes Julian give and receive oral sex with Agnes. Beatrice tells Julian that for betraying her with Maud, his bondage must be more severe. "You shall be mine, not for five years or ten, but as long as you live. Mine, body and soul. What a slave I shall make of you!" She also says that as a final expiation he must beg her to let him make love to Maud in her presence on their honeymoon.

'I yielded. I kissed my hairy mistress with a queer sensation that she was to be my wife and my tyrant for all my days.' (Vol II, 144)

Beatrice now declares that they are engaged.

Chapter XIX Incidents of an afternoon

'Elise one afternoon told me I was to get ready for a drive with Mademoiselle and soon her prancing ponies and pretty carriage came round to the door. It was the first time except when returning home that I had been outside the grounds dressed as a girl, and the prospect gave me a fresh shock.

'My hat and thickest veil emphasised my girl's costume as I reclined by Mademoiselle (who drove herself) in lady-like fashion, holding up a little parasol.' (Vol II, 147)

Julian is excited by the way Mademoiselle whips the two ponies. When they get home Beatrice fails to explain a passage in Dante, and is angry with Mademoiselle. Julian is then ordered by Mademoiselle to give Beatrice two dozen strokes of the birch on her naked bottom. Immediately afterwards Mademoiselle hurries Julian to her boudoir, tears off his dress, tosses his clothes over his breast, and lifting up her own skirts, throws herself upon him. They make passionate love. Julian spends the night at the bottom of her bed.

Chapter XX Not a wedding ring

'Neither my cousins nor Elise could now slip their hands up my petticoats, excite Monsieur Priapus, and retract his covering, leaving him raw and bald until they were pleased to rehood him, or permit me to do so myself.'
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'In all respects I was now treated as a girl. All day long my ideas, wishes, and desires about exercise, about reading, about work, about sport, were pruned down, and assumed, as a matter of course, to be those of a young lady of my age. What yet remained of my masculine propensities suffered great repression from this process.

'It was a masterly measure, and decidedly checked flirtation. But Monsieur Priapus - abnormal or not - was there, and free. And four or five days after the first day, when Mademoiselle had admitted that I was restored to health, I must narrate that certain appearances had (under extenuating circumstances, undoubtedly - a peeping ankle will do so much mischief), made themselves remarkable in front, just underneath the end of my corset, lifting my petticoats and skirts in a peculiar manner, making quite a little mound in front, and raising the garments higher off the ground than usual, and also further away from me so that they stuck out.' (Vol II, 154-5)

This is first noticed when Julian is reading Boccaccio aloud to the girls and Mademoiselle.

"I really cannot permit," broke in Mademoiselle, "such an indecent exhibition. I cannot pass over it - Julia, I am shocked and ashamed of you - a young lady should know how to restrain herself, and if she does not know, she must be taught. Beatrice, take your cousin and put her down on that couch upon her back, and hold her arms over her head."

Sinking with shame, afraid to say a word in self-defence, I was led to the couch and laid across it. It was in a prominent part of the room.

"Maud, lift up her skirts - throw them over her head - take off her drawers - spread out her legs." (Vol II, 156-7)

'This is done and Mademoiselle goes out, telling the girls to keep her so. Maud and Beatrice then argue about which of them has most possession of Julian, in the course of which Beatrice calls Maud a prostitute, a word which Mademoiselle hears as she returns to the room. To everyone's relief Maud explains that Beatrice had used the word to describe the woman in the Boccaccio story. They do not want Mademoiselle to know that they know about, and have been talking about, the Maud/Julian escapade. Mademoiselle scolds Beatrice for the use of that word, but Beatrice defends herself and mentions some much worse Latin words including "cunnus." Beatrice is told to come down to dinner wearing a large card with the word "prostitute" written on it.

Mademoiselle now fastens on Julian an apparatus, which he explains later, is an American invention for the prevention of involuntary excitement during sleep:

'Mademoiselle had a flat steel ring or disc in her hand, the inside edges of which were serrated or indented like a saw. By means of a watch-spring attached to it, it was fixed on to Monsieur Priapus, and it was evident to me that if he enlarged himself in the least, the teeth would be into him, and the more he grew, the further they would penetrate.

"There," said Mademoiselle, having daintily fixed the instrument, "I think this will cure you; but in the drawing-room I must direct Elise to replace that bandage you wore when Lord Alfred Ridlington dined with us. And now, Miss Julia, of course you know you must be birched? Beatrice, flog your cousin's bottom for her." (Vol II, 161)

Beatrice now gives Julian three dozen lashes. Later, Beatrice gets Julian to agree that he deserves another whipping for having birched her himself. The fact that he was made to do it makes no difference. The description of what took place that night at and after dinner is postponed to a later chapter, i.e. Chapter II of Volume III.

Chapter XXI Lord or/and Lady Alfred Ridlington

'That same afternoon in her boudoir when my transports had become more vehement than Mademoiselle, liked she had first threatened and then expressed her intention of handing me over to Lady Alfred Ridlington to tame, and Mademoiselle's laws were like those of the Medes and Persians, which alter not.

'There had been no question that afternoon of my sex, no allegation then of my hermaphroditism. I was then acknowledged to be a boy, and in fact the whole point of placing me in Lady Alfred Ridlington's hand was that I was such. Since, then, however, my sex appeared to have been evaporated under the potent spell of Mademoiselle's subtle magic, of her rigorous treatment, and of the lady's garments in which I was constantly kept. Certainly the petticoats and the drawers had had a very powerful effect upon my constitution. I really hoped Lady Alfred Ridlington would prove to be that Alfred who had taken me in to dinner and afterwards to the conservatory where he had behaved so gallantly and had so delightfully shocked me, - a modest damsel, - with his fierce masculine nature.

'Besides, of what use could I, a girl, be to his wife; or indeed, she to me?

'The long summer days went by, and went by happily. We rode, and sometimes Mademoiselle took me for drives, lashing her ponies and making me pay the penalty in that famous dormeuse of hers, with which I became very well acquainted. Indeed, it was the means of imparting to me a wonderful understanding of Mademoiselle's nature, disposition, and temperament.' (Vol II, 165-6)

Maud resumes her artistic pursuits in her studio, but is allowed to model only Julian's bust and arms. One evening when Mademoiselle and Maud are walking in the grounds, Beatrice finds the opportunity to inflict on Julian the whipping he acknowledges he deserves:

'She was dressed in underclothing of unusual richness which I regarded, rightly or wrongly, as a special mark of favour to myself. The dainty things were thrown across my head which was clasped by her ravishing thighs and pressed down by her no less ravishing body. I felt upon me that which was to be my wife and the consciousness thrilled me as I explored its recesses with my tongue while Agnes, excited and amused, whipped me with enjoyment as Beatrice held my limbs across her shoulders. The punishment was sweet, but severe, the more so because she would not remove the ring.'
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'The ring had not been removed. For three days I was compelled to wear it; ands afterwards a bandage was put upon me when there was any danger of a manifestation to strangers of what I had shown in the schoolroom. But there, and while with the girls and Mademoiselle, I was usually without it, so that I might learn to retrain my feelings, or at least that expression of them.' (Vol II, 166-7)

Lord Alfred Ridlington now reappears:

'One afternoon we were in the drawing-room after lunch in the warmth of the glorious summer's day, too lazy to carry out any of the plans and projects about which we gossiped.'
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'We heard a carriage dash up to the door. And a few minutes after, as Mademoiselle quizzingly glanced at me, Lord Alfred Ridlington was ushered in. He could not have appeared at a more opportune or propitious moment as, indeed, he very soon gave many indications that he had quickly perceived. He greeted Mademoiselle with a frank and debonnaire gallantry, that was particularly charming. How bright and engaging his manner was, how merry his tone, and how unembarrassed the freedom of his laughing eyes. He had driven himself over and he assured Mademoiselle he had at last come to fulfil his promise of paying her a long visit.

"Ah, Miss Robinson," he cried, grasping my hand, as I blushed, "deeply in love again, I suppose. I am so delighted that the moment of my happiness has arrived at last. Mademoiselle promised my wife some time ago a wild boy to tame; but I have persuaded her to reconsider that matter and to favour me by allowing me to place myself at your disposal; that will be much more agreeable," he calmly asserted, casting a lingering and amorous look at me which caused me an overpowering consciousness of my petticoats.

'He had bowed to my cousins and had shaken hands with Maud who appeared perplexed. Beatrice looked as angry and as threatening as the sky before a storm, and Agnes seemed provokingly intelligent. It was evident that only Maud and myself were in the dark. They all three soon took themselves off but Beatrice managed to leave a very uncomfortable impression upon me and it was clear that I was in her black books again.

"Ah, Lord Alfred, you naughty man!" exclaimed Mademoiselle, cheerily. "I fear you will find Julia as difficult to deal with as Lady Alfred would have found Julian. I recollect very well that evening when you dined with us and your elopement from the saloon afterwards. Remember it, if you do not."

'Lord Alfred glanced at Mademoiselle very meaningly and possessed by an apparently irresistible spirit of mischief, passed his hands down the backs of his thighs in so comical a manner, that I fairly laughed outright, and Mademoiselle smiled, and bit her lip.

'She was vexed, I suppose, because she thought he was revealing too much to me; but what Elise had said to Beatrice in my hearing on the same evening, had already informed me of the truth, and made guessing, which would have been easy - if necessary, altogether superfluous.

"Oh! We shall get on capitally together, shan't we, Julia? Mademoiselle, you know, is a very old friend of mine; and although she looks so stern, she loves a joke."

And he calmly put his arm round my slender waist, and kissed my lips.

"0h, Lord Alfred!" I cried, flustered and blushing, "how dare you."

'While he and Mademoiselle rattled on, I wondered, whether this could possibly be Lady Alfred Ridlington, and then scouted the question as impossible and ridiculous. It must be Lord Alfred. He looked it. His cheeks, lips, and chin, bore signs of the razor. Lady Ridlington would certainly not have shaved, but then his form was wonderfully round, his limbs astonishingly plump for a man's and his breasts too, did not look under his swelling waistcoat like the mock mammilae which men possess. On the other hand his closely cropped hair, his gestures, his manners, were, I was secretly delighted to notice, decidedly and emphatically masculine.

"Julia," presently said Mademoiselle to my relief, for I began to feel de trop, when her visitor had taken a chair and seated himself near her and had commenced a low conversation with her alone, "you had better go to my boudoir, amuse yourself there with that passage in the "Medea" you could not construe this morning or with Aeschylus or Sophocles - "

"Or Sappho," he broke in; "or, better still, Ovid's "Art of Love." Mademoiselle has a rariorum edition de luxe, illustrated, and altogether sumptuous, if you can only find it."

"Lord Alfred!" said Mademoiselle, menacingly.

"Mademoiselle!" I heard him retort in a mock-pleading tone, his head a little on one side, as he looked at her; and I left the room.' (Vol II, 167-70)

End of Volume II

'When they get home Beatrice fails to explain a passage in Dante', is an interesting passage - readers with a classical education will know that Beatrice was the name of Dante's lover.

The long delay between parts has been my fault entirely, not Peter Farrer's. This part was set for the July - August 2002 issue, which was abandoned. One day, when I have time, I will prepare the missing issues. The series, Peter willing, will continue.

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