"My granddaughter is a troubled young lady," Josiah explained, sighing heavily, and handing the gentleman a glass of port. "She's been nothing but heartache for me since she came to live here after the accident. I had told my daughter-in-law, Victoria, that sending Rachel to college would be a terrible mistake. It's tragic that she and my Henry died so young, but it has allowed me to intercede and prevent Rachel from going abroad as her mother had planned."
"It sounds like you have had a very difficult time with her," Conrad replied, gravely. "I appreciate you taking the time to warn me."
"Not at all. I couldn't in good conscience let a fine young gentleman like yourself be led astray. Oh, Rachel can be very charming, very demure when she tries, but it is not her nature. She must work very hard at being so, and I shudder to think how your good nature would be offended when you discovered what she is truly like."
"Forgive my boldness, but is it possible her behavior is a symptom of her age? My sister is also young, and quite precocious. It happens when these girls are given too much worldly experience and education. I blame their tutors, myself."
"Oh, it's possible, but I fear it isn't something that age will tame. Her misbehavior is of a sexual nature." Josiah scowled, "Her sex is always aroused and she can hardly refrain from touching it or rubbing it against things. She is oversexed, and prone to fits of hysteria."
"How are you treating her? I have a doctor friend I went to school with who's made great strides in treating hysteria and problems of this nature."
"I have developed a sufficient method myself, in an effort to retrain her to be more ladylike. I cannot lie, Conrad, I fear she may never recover. At this stage, she treats it more like a game, and the more I punish her, the more she seems to spoil for it."
Conrad sighed, setting down his glass, and sliding his finger around its rim, thoughtfully. "I sincerely appreciate your frankness, Josiah. Though I'm sure it need not be said, I assure you that I will not repeat a word of this to anyone. Troubled or not, the young lady's reputation must not suffer. She is already eighteen, and if she remains unmarried much longer..." He trailed off with a sigh. "If there is anything I can do to assist you, you need only send word."
"As you say, it need not be said. Yet, I am grateful for your doing so. You are a true friend, Conrad. I will certainly let you know if anything changes. She is, as you say, young still, and may blossom into a perfect lady." It was plain from his expression that Josiah had grave doubts.
"Nevertheless, old friend, I would appreciate word of her progress, or lack thereof. My doctor friend has made a study of these conditions, and would benefit from any news. Few people are willing to discuss these issues, as they are of such a sensitive nature. Naturally, we would keep her identity in strictest confidence."
"Naturally. I will keep that in mind. I have been documenting my methods so far, and I will continue to do so. In the interest of science and progress."
After Conrad had been shown out, Josiah poured himself another drink. He considered his own impotence a sign of success, rather than a sign of age. Though an older gentleman, Josiah stood rigidly straight, a full six feet. He believed in a strict diet and regular exercise to retain a good constitution, and he was not the kind of man to give in to his baser instincts. He believe wholeheartedly in the rational mind, the human intellect. He would not be reduced to low class inhibitions and over-sexing.
His granddaughter, Rachel, was entirely the opposite. During dinner, she would rock her hips along the raised contours of the wooden dining chairs, stimulating her genitals and sometimes bringing herself to orgasm. Her face would flush, and beads of sweat would break on her brow and at her breast. Josiah had no tolerance for such weaknesses of character. Her inability to control herself and her desires infuriated him. At first, he simply beat her, lashing the back of her legs and behind. He began researching her outbursts, and discovered that there were other therapies for her ailment.
He tried to prevent her from touching herself by fitting her with a chastity belt, but she was able to rub her clitoris against it and achieve orgasm. He constructed a special cage for her sex, one that permitted him to monitor it but prevented her from touching or stimulating himself. It enraged him that his inspection of her seemed to provoke arousal. She became moist, and squirmed, as if desperately trying to relieve herself. After a time, she sighed happily and relaxed - it seemed, against all logic, that she had somehow achieved climax without any physical stimulation at all.
He became obsessed with curing her of her affliction. She was bound at night, upon her back with her legs pulled apart, and her wrists bound above her head, restrained in an iron device that allowed for some movement, and did not impede the flow of blood to her hands or legs. In this way, she could not press her thighs together and stimulate herself, nor could she press her hips against the bed. As a result, she expressed great difficulty sleeping, and would often wake up, tormented, in the middle of the night, desperately writhing and thrashing in the bedclothes. Josiah considered this treatment successful, until one morning she roused with sticky fluid around her sex and on dripping onto the bed. She had somehow climaxed in her sleep. She confessed she had suffered dreams of a salacious nature.
Josiah conducted intimate examinations of her genitals in an effort to identify what caused her such distress. He had heard of barbaric procedures that removed the clitoris and ovaries, but he was morally opposed to such violations of the human body. He also believed that to allow such a practice was to suggest that human beings were incapable of controlling themselves and their urges. He found such a conclusion unacceptable and, in his own experience, false. He refused to harm his granddaughter's body, under any circumstances. If it meant that she would remain unmarried, restrained and punished for her inability to control her sexuality, he would ensure that a trust be created upon his death to maintain her care.
Though his methods were unusual, Rachel did not reproach him for them. Rather, she adored her grandfather, and found his attempts to curb her passions humorous and exciting. At times, when he expressed great despair at his inability to cure her, she would weep and throw herself at him, flinging her arms about his neck, and kissing his face, as she had done as a small child. He would sigh, defeated, and embrace her tightly. Though he blamed her mother for corrupting her and his son, he could not blame this girl, an innocent turned wicked by the primitive behavior of the woman who had borne her.
Now in her mid twenties, Rachel was still sexually insatiable. Her hunger was endless. Josiah had read that by stimulating a woman and bringing her to climax, he could calm her. It was a compromise, but one he felt he must make. Rachel had to be presentable, and if he prevented her from climaxing entirely, he realized that she could never be in polite company. He developed a treatment which involved several steps.
If Rachel tried to masturbate, she was stripped naked, and doused in icy cold water. Shivering and soaked, she would then be restrained on her bed, with her bottom in the air, her legs pulled apart. He would flog her without mercy, her back, her bottom and her sex. Her sex would be red and swollen by the end of it, but slicker than ever with arousal. He attributed this to fear, but later realized this treatment did not resolve anything for long, instead Rachel would be more uncomfortable and impossible than before.
Josiah was exasperated. After one particularly ugly tantrum in which she threw a dish, he took her by the arm, twisting it cruelly, into his study, where he tied her securely to his easy chair. He pulled up her skirts and revealed her soaked and swollen sex. She sobbed angrily as he got the flogger. He hit her thighs and sex, while arousal liquid pooled on the leather beneath her bottom. She was twisting against her binds, and thrusting her hips towards him. Winded by his efforts, he stopped, sitting defeatedly upon the foot rest between her legs. He stared silently at her sex, his opponent in this battle for Rachel's mind and maidenhood.
