Blader - 1930s
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1930s Submission Date: 2002-05-16 By: Blader [Female Circumcision] [Minor] [Straight]
This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended by stories involving the surgical procedure of female circumcision.
I was 12 years old when my mother caught me masturbating. She had warned me several times about the evils of such behavior. She had warned me many times that she would have me 'circumcised' if she ever caught me touching myself down there. I knew that girls could be sent to a mental hospital for doing this, a girl in the class above me had been locked away for self-abuse. This was normal in the 1930s, we all thought doing it would send you crazy, but I enjoyed it so much I thought it was worth the risk. My brother had been circumcised for having too many wet dreams and he said it never stopped him from wanking as he called it.
She was extremely angry and questioned me at length about how often I did it and even made me tell her what I was thinking about while I did it. I had to tell her of the many girls in my class who I imagined licking me. She told me that the 'vile meat' between my legs would have to go as she didn't want a lesbian for a daughter. Up until then I hadn't realised what circumcision of a girl would involve, I cried as she explained what the doctor would do, I promised never to touch myself ever again. Mum simply told me I was to be cut in the morning and that was that.
When she finished questioning me she sent a note to the doctor and made an appointment for the next morning. I was terrified and begged her not to do it. I sobbed and pleaded to deaf ears. The doctor arrived at 10 the next morning. I was in my room and was shaking like a leaf. I could hear them talking for quite some time and then I almost fainted as I heard them coming up stairs. My mother had made me take a bath and remain in my room naked so that is how I was as they came in. I was so humiliated to be naked in front of my mother and the doctor I could have died and I knew my mother had told her what I had been doing. The doctor just came in and sat down on a chair and told me to come and stand in front of her. "I am going to examine you," she said, "and I want you to keep your hands behind your back." I did as I was told and she started to examine my genitals.
"There are other options," the doctor said, "my own daughters gave up this nasty habit by regular scrubbing of the offending tissue with a hard scrubbing brush and application of carbolic acid to deaden the nerve."
"No," my mum said, "let's not beat around the bush. I warned her about the evils of self-pollution, she ignored me and now its time to get rid of the root cause."
The doctor rubbed gel on her fingers and felt around my vulva. She opened my labia and exposed my clitoris. She pulled the hood of my clitoris back and forth several times and much to my horror my clitoris got erect. This did not seem to bother her and she remarked to my mother that I was over sensitive and there was a lot of redness around my clitoris. She remarked that she would have to cut deep as I must be a compulsive masturbator!
She looked at me and said you know what we have to do to you so I want you to do as you are told and it will be much easier for you. I told her I would be good and would do as she asked. I was shaking so much from fear I could hardly stand. I still had an erect clitoris and I was aware that as scared as I was a part of me wanted this punishment. She got up and told me to sit on the chair. "I have to restrain you so you can't move," she said. She put straps around my knees and ankles and across my thighs stomach and chest. She had to ask my mum for some cord to restrain my hands. "She is really going to scream when I do this to her," she said to my mum. "Do you want to wait downstairs or remain here?"
"It won't bother me," Mum said, "I will watch you do it." The doctor got her instruments ready and laid them on a stand next to me. She joked to my mother saying that you would think she was looking forward to this by the way her clit is standing up. They both laughed. My mother said she thought the blade would cure that. When the doctor picked up her scalpel I almost fainted from fear and my body was shaking uncontrollably.
"This is really going to hurt," she said, "but if you hold still it will be over quickly." My mother said that she should do it slowly so I would remember it.
The doctor placed a poker like instrument in the flames of the fire in my room. "That's just to cauterise the wound, we don't want you to bleed to death do we?" She then placed an empty bowl between my legs to collect waste tissue in.
"Okay," the doctor said,"stand behind her and hold her head still." She then pulled my clitoral hood back and started to remove it slice by slice. She did it slowly like my mom had asked her and it took about 5 strokes to sever it. Inhuman screams came from my throat as my hood was being mutilated. She dropped the excised hood into bowl.
"Ok young lady now for the clitoris." She held a pair of forceps up. A deep pain ran up the inside of my body as she pinched hard on my clit with the forceps and pulled upwards. Her scalpel slid in under my clit and she sawed towards me under the nerve and then ripped outwards with a hooking motion. She held up a blood soaked worm-like structure nearly two inches long. Now you are clean she said as she held up my clitoris in front of my eyes. She casually threw my pleasure-bud onto into the bowl and picked up the poker, its red end glowing in a threatening way. The hiss of burning flesh had me choking as I was cauterised. "Now that's what I call clean," mum said. I was then stitched and bandaged, quietly sobbing.
Mum held the bowl in front of me to see the excised flesh. To think all that pain, and all that pleasure from an appendage this small. "Send it to Hell," she said as she tossed it onto the open fire. I watched as the meat cooked then burnt for several minutes.
Before the doctor released me she stretched out my labia and said that if I ever played with myself again she would have no choice but to cut these off, and stitch me shut. "You don't want me to do that, do you?"she said. "I had to do it to a few young girls and it hurts a lot more then what I just did to you, and future husbands would know what a dirty girl you had been." I shook my head from side to side between sobs.
You might take some precautions and tie her hands to the bed at night she said to my mom. This was done until I got married at 19. Because of what happened to me I have had fantasies all the time about pain and torture. Even now in my eighties I can only be satisfied if the area between my legs is punished on a regular basis. My husband can no longer get an erection for normal sex but he knows how to satisfy my craving for regular genital punishments.
My mum was right I have never forgotten the torture I went through under the circumcision blade but if I had to do it over again I would want the same thing to happen. Dirty girls need to be cleaned.