Blader - A Graduate of St. Agnes
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A Graduate of St. Agnes Submission Date: 2003-01-23 By: Blader [Clitorectomy] [Female Circumsicion] [Minor] [Straight]
Oxford was the place to be in 1964. Jennifer had left St. Agnes in 1961 and had started her studies in History with the Universities first female Head of Department. She was currently working on a paper in an area of studies which would become known in the 1980's and 1990's as 'Womens Studies', but at the moment was in its infancy. Most of the work she was doing was very radical for its time pushing ideas of womens' equality and examining the role of men in keeping women oppressed. She had argued for months with her father about this course, he was dead against it. Her Headmistress had refused a reference for her saying 'this sort of thing will bring shame upon the Old girls of St. Agnes and the whole school'. Jennifer ignored them all and used her money from the trust fund left by her late mother to get her started. She continued typing, one of the few skills imparted on her at St. Agnes.
Seminar: Studies in Contemporary Rhetoric
History prescribed the tradition for women's sexuality back in the 18th and 19th centuries. The ideas developed then still greatly influence our lives. Foucault in the 18th century defined women's sexuality as "medico-social...connected with childbearing, breastfeeding" (1957, p. 217). Furthermore, women's masturbation was simply the "order of the day" (Ibid, p. 217) very normal as it should be treated today. However, by the middle of the 19th century Dr. Baker-Brown's emergence created a crisis around this one issue. The solution became "the surgical operation performed on girls ..by removal of the offending clitoris, often with red-hot irons." (Ibid, p. 217). These operations took place as a common occurrence. It was estimated Baker-Brown circumcised over two hundred women himself without their consent.
Currently, it should be no surprise that the horrors created in the 19th century continue today, in the forms of mutilation of female genitals and rape. According to the recent conference on Domestic Violence Against Women, held on April 4th at California State University of Northridge, "Over one hundred million women in the world are victims of female genital mutilation" principally impacting the African population according to (Violence Information and Resource Guide). The operations continue to persist despite the medical evidence which shows continual pain, reduced mobility, increased risk of sexually related diseases, and major complications during childbirth. Worse yet, an even larger segment of women will fall victims to become the "one of every three women will be sexually assaulted or had it attempted on them by the age of 18" according to the (Violence Information and Resource Guide). Why are the denials of sexuality so heavily directed solely at women? Why not change the outcome to include men? For example, consider the situation where a man rapes a woman, the woman didn't ask to be raped. What if, men who raped women were simply castrated. Thereby, they could no longer inflict any further pain on innocent people. If it is acceptable to deny women sexual pleasure; why shouldn't men also be deprived?
A knock on the door disturbed her thoughts. She left her typewriter and opened the door. Two people stood in the doorway, one was wearing a white doctors coat and Jenny didn't recognise her. The other was her father, not looking too happy having left his seat in the House of Lords to sort out his little Oxford problem.
'Hello Daddy' Jennifer said, throwing her arms around his neck, and standing aside to let them in. 'What brings you here?'
'You,' he said in a gruff voice, walking slowly around her flat. 'You ignored my last letter which expressly forbade you to continue your studies. You know my opinion of this research you've been dragged into and these women you study with, they are all erm...you know...erm... hairy chested lesbians the lot of them.'
'Dad!' Exclaimed Jennifer. 'You are living in the last century. I have my own money, I'm my own person and my friends' sexuality is nothing to do with you.'
'Well that's where you are wrong young lady. I consulted my legal representatives and if I get you committed to a mental asylum, your money will be stopped and you will be thrown off this stupid course. Now make your mind up young lady, give up your studies, get a husband and settle down or I'll have this doctor commit you to an asylum.' The doctor was busy reading the notes on the typewriter.
Jenny looked at her father, he was serious, but then again so was she. 'Get out of my room, get out of my life. You are a typical male control freak and I am completely sane. Now get out, the pair of you.'
'So you agree with teaching female masturbation to all young girls? According to your article here there is an implication you even do it yourself!' the doctor said.
'Of course I do it doesn't everyone? What is wrong with masturbation? I spent years at school, oppressed into believing it was a sin against God. Masturbation is one of the most natural things you can do, of course I do it. I teach others how to do it.' The doctor shhok her head as Jenny spoke. 'How stupid can you get? You'll be reviving Baker-Browns masturbation hysteria next! Now get out.' Jenny was angry, but she saw something in the doctor that she recognised. She continued to stare and slowly she came to recognise the doctor.
'Baker-Brown was a visionary. A man ahead of his time. He saw the link between female masturbation, hysteria and insanity. He knew how to deal with it, he has been like a father figure to me in rooting out this evil, this vile self-abuse that you and your lesbian pervert friends participate in.' The doctor smiled at Jenny, she could see what was coming next.
'You....you're that quack from St.Agnes aren't you? You're the bastard that circumcised girls caught performing anti-catholic, anti-god-like so called self-abuse aren't you?' Jenny was really angry now she had heard about what happened to girls who got caught experimenting with masturbation in the dorms at night. For years she had thought of what would happen if she ever caught up with that butcher. She attacked the doctor. 'BASTARD!!!!'
Her plan had worked. The doctor knew Jenny's quick temper, Miss Hall was right, push the right buttons and she would explode. Jenny's father dragged Jenny off the doctor and helped hold her still while an injection knocked her out.
'This really is worse than I thought. Years of self-abuse have driven her completely wild. Help me get her to the car and I'll take her off to somewhere quiet, then I'll cure her. You get your driver to help remove all her things and leave a typewritten note explaining how she went off to see a sick relative and won't be back for months.' The doctor was sweating following her run-in, she didn't like violence even if she planned it.
It was several hours before Jenny woke up. She was in a padded cell wearing nothing but a restraining jacket, with her arms tied crossways and secured behind her. She was naked from the waist downwards and could see her pubic hair had been shaved off. She was still groggey from the doctor's drugs and took a while to realise what had happened. She thought she recognised the room from her time in St. Agnes, the school had been used as a hospital in the second world war and still had 'odd' rooms around the place. But why was she here? She thought they were going to put her in a hospital or something, not bring her back in here.
Meanwhile, over in the office of the headmistress a conversation concerning Jenny's future was taking place. 'I'm afraid there is no alternative to surgery sir.' The headmistress spoke to Jenny's father in a calm efficient manner. They had seen her put in the padded room after her pubic area was shaved and her above average sized clitoris was shown to her father. 'The doctor hasn't seen such an advanced state of masturbational hysteria, ever, but she still feels surgery and drug therapy will help. Just sign here and here.'
'I'm glad you can deal with this. I always felt St. Agnes was a home from home for Jenny and it would be nice for her to get better in familiar surroundings. If my fellow Lords ever get to hear about this I'll be a laughing stock.' He signed the papers willingly, out of sight out of mind should have been his family motto.
The headmistress of St.Agnes had been concerned about Jenny since her move to Oxford. If an old girl of the school started spouting all that womens liberation rubbish, the foundations of the school would surely crack! The Head had spoken a lot with Miss Hall, Jenny's ex-Housemistress and between them they had approached the school doctor. The doctor was well read on the theories of Dr. Baker-Brown and helped persuade Jenny's father that action was needed. Jenny's outburst had been the finishing touch, the Headmistress had been given power of attorney over Jenny by her father now that she had been declared insane. The headmistress waved Jenny's father goodbye and walked towards the old hospital wing, she met up with Miss Hall who was already on her way over.
'How did I miss this girl during her time at the school. Prudent circumcision would have kept her on the straight and narrow. Sometimes I think it should be compulsory for all our girls to keep them clean,' Miss Hall said. She had a vision of a long line of girls lining up without knowing what was in store for them. She often thought about this when she allowed herself to fall prey to the secret vice herself, she herself abused her body but would never admit to it. Once after a particularly hectic masturbation session, followed by the usual guilt and prayers, she herself almost went to the doctor to have herself circumcised!
'That simply is not feasible. The girls must learn self control to keep them from the devil. It is only when they fail to control themselves that I want the surgical option employed. We are not savages like those Fuzzy Wuzzy darkies out in Africa who circumcise every girl for no reason. God put the clitoris between our legs to test us. If we fail we can expect his wrath now or in our future life.' The headmistress spoke with conviction.
The headmistress had herself been circumcised by the nuns at her school. One girl in her dorm had been caught in the act of self-abuse and confessed that other girls in the dorm probably did it. The mother superior had felt it neccessary to 'purify' the whole dorm. The headmistress had only been twelve at the time, still only a little girl and had waited last in line behind the other nine girls totally unaware of what was in store. One by one they had gone into the mother superiors office. One by one the screams had terrified her, particularly as she thought that she was only going in for a beating, she hadn't heard any blows and this had really worried her. Each girl had left the office fully clothed but clutching their hands to their groins, white faced, crying in shock and supported by two nuns. Many had blood obviously running down the insides of their legs. The headmistress had thought that the blood was a sign that today was going to be a particularly severe beating. Eventually all the girls had been seen to and she was left on her own.
One word frightened her; 'NEXT!' She got up and entered the office. Once inside the office she was told to remove all her underwear and hitch up her skirt, as she did she took in her surroundings. She could see a once white sheet laid on the floor covered in what looked like blood. Naked from the waist down she stared at what was on the mother superiors desk! 'Oh no, please don't do THAT to me.....please....' she screamed as she was set upon by several nuns and held down on the sheet on her back with her legs spread wide. The mother superior had appeared reciting Latin and carrying an old fashioned razor. The actual cutting took less than ten seconds of white pain agony as first her labia and then her clitoris were sliced off. Eventually the cutting stopped, and another nun appeared with a red hot poker in her hand.
The poker was held against the open wound between her legs to stop the bleeding. The headmistress had heard a count of ten above her own screams. She was helped up from the floor with blood still running from her mutilated vulva, the mother superior tossed the removed parts onto a heap of blood soaked flesh on the main desk making the sign of the cross above it and said 'the sins of the flesh must be cut from our grasp if we abuse God's will'. That heap of bloody flesh would haunt her for many years to come, even now when she had a girl circumcised at St. Agnes she would recall the sexual parts of ten young girls, nine of which had never experienced illicit orgasms.
She knew that she would have never failed God's purity test, but what really hurt was that she had never been tested. She vowed only to use the final resort on those who had abused themselves and admitted to it, or those who had been caught actually in the act. She had insisted on the operation being modernised, as she didn't want the sort of trauma inflicted on her girls that had been inflicted on her.
She thought of what Jenny had done. Jenny had been encouraging other young girls, young women, young ladies into self abuse. Jenny openly admitted it herself. It was a girl like Jenny who had caused the headmistress to have so much pain all those years ago. Anger boiled up inside her. The doctor had recently developed ways of reducing pain for girls during circumcision, even though the headmistress required that no pain killing drugs be used. Modern methods had reduced the trauma of surgery and it was now almost bloodless, this was considered up-to-date for the 1960's. The headmistress was not interested in these modern methods today, she wanted blood, she wanted to see Jenny's womanly parts thrown onto a heap of useless flesh. She wanted to see Jenny leaving the surgery white faced, in shock and having to be supported, she wanted to witness a true circumcision, similar to the one done to herself.
The headmistress told the doctor of her requirements for Jenny. A full circumcision of both labia and clitoris by the knife followed by cauterisation of the vulva. Miss Hall thought she had died and gone to heaven as the details unfolded, her own sexual desires started to flow. The doctor was not happy about the level of pain involved and asked the headmistress to tone down the level of torture. The head told her she was prepared to do the cutting if the doctor wasn't prepared to do it. Secretly the doctor had always wanted to do a full 'African job' on a girl since she had read Baker-Brown's original studies and here was her chance. She explained how difficult it would be to do the operation on a struggling girl and explained to the others what she wanted them to do.
Jenny heard the door to her padded cell click open. Miss Hall and her old Headmistress entered and took hold of her upper arms which were secured in front of her in the strait jacket. The marched her out of the cell and into an empty white room which was well lit and had a single table in the centre of the room. Miss Hall forced her face down onto the table. 'What are you doing?' Jenny screamed. The head secured straps from under the table over Jenny's upper torso until she was held secure, face down, on top of the table. The doctor entered the room wearing rubber gloves and holding a single razor blade between the fingers of her right hand. She knelt down and plugged in a black industrial soldering iron, a red light clicked on.
'I think you have an idea of what we are doing Jenny,' the headmistress said. 'This is really going to hurt you, you self-abusing whore,' Miss Hall added. 'We just need to remove some unhealthy parts of your body to stop this dirty disgusting habit, then we can get to work curing your mind,' the doctor said, walking behind Jenny out of her sight.
Jenny kicked out with her feet but didn't hit anyone, she simply showed off her female parts to all those in the room. Miss Hall stared at the hairless crack, red lips and little nubbin of a clitoris peeping out, she licked her lips thinking of what she would do to it given half a chance. The headmistress studied the parts in envy of her own loss many years before, she herself had only a virginal hole and scar lines, where red lips and clitoris should have resided. The doctor studied the naked vulva planning on her cutting technique.
At a signal from the doctor Miss Hall and the Headmistress grabbed a leg each and pulled apart Jenny's legs. Jenny started to beg. 'No, please. You don't have to do this. I'll stop my studies. I'll be good. I'll do what you and dad want. Please noooooooo.'
The doctor pulled Jenny's labial lips out horizontally away from Jenny's body and sliced downwards, through both lips. Blood sprayed out. The doctor placed the removed parts on the table at the side of the young woman. Jenny started panting as the white hot pain ran up from her nether region then she screamed as loud as she could. 'Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr, noooooooooo, pleeeeease.' The soldering iron clicked off to indicate it was now hot enough to melt solder.
The doctor continued her cutting work oblivious to Jenny's sobbing noise. The doctor grasped the whole clitoris and its protective hood. The headmistress started to recite Latin and closed her eyes going back in time to a punishment given many years before. Miss Hall could feel her own knickers soak up the juices of her sexual excitement, this was the best thing she had ever seen! The doctor sliced the razor blade back and forth following the line of the pubic nerve until she had cut under the whole hood, her academic curiousity allowed her to wait and study the effects of the blade on the area despite the amount of blood. It seemed like forever to Jenny before the final last cut came.
Jenny was screaming, sobbing and shaking in shock as a second lump of meat was added to the small pile at her side. Miss Hall repeated 'dirty girl' a number of times looking intently at the raw open wound. The doctor swabbed the open wound before picking up the now hot soldering iron. None of the women in the room were prepared for the stench of burning flesh or the pitiful cry of Jenny as the cauterisation took place. A stunned silence followed as Jenny passed out and lay slumped over the desk.
Jenny was cut free and put back in her cell.
Miss Hall and the doctor were staring at the headmistress. She herself was looking intently at the pile of excised flesh on the table. The headmistress then made the sign of the cross over the pile and said 'the sins of the flesh must be cut from our grasp if we abuse God's will.' She then left the room crying.
COG, Christmas day 2000