"Oh yes, it's quite something. My dear wife has been so energetic since. Her demeanor of melancholy is quite cured, and I dare even say she performs her womanly duties with joy now. She is, quite rightly, as empty-headed and sweet as a dear wife can be since!"

"Why that's quite something, Mr. Tems, quite something. Where did you find such a doctor?"

"Ah, by the same way that I tell you now, Mr. Harris. Good Mr. Benson had quite the same situation as you or I do, or perhaps did in my case. His wife had become quite ornery, especially around her rueful cycle. Her bleeding was quite intense, he informed me, which as you know is quite indicative of poor health of the female."

"Quite right!"

"Indeed so! Well from I believe Mr. Fredrick, he heard of this Mr. Gallop, and took his wife to see her. The man is truly a scholar, monastic I believe. There is a book he published, which he in fact gifted to me after our second visit, on machinations of the spring! Quite the clever fellow!"

"I see, a monk is a trustworthy sort with these indecent, women's things. Any other man, lesser in piety I could simply not trust to a private viewing of my poor, dear wife."

"Indeed, quite the blessing. He spent some time a convent too I understand. In fact, he had quite a few letters from a mother superior who had nothing but fantastic things to say! Ah, perhaps that is how Mr. Fredrick found him, now that I think about it. His first wife was sent to a convent following the post-birth fatigue she had settled into. Quite sad that."

"Quite indeed. But it is decided. I shall pay a visit to his clinic tomorrow and make for my wife an appointment!"

Mr. Gallop's clinic was in a hillside estate, gifted from a Dutchess whose husband had invested heavily into his work on the machinations of springs several years prior. It was a short walk from town and sported several modern looking windmills that supposedly served as generator to several of his machinations. The land around the estate was cleared for several small gardens, for Mr. Gallop was a known botanist, and often prescribed tonics and potions for his male clients. Most would prescribe similar remedies for women, but Mr. Gallop had recently so proven that these were a poor choice for the delicate female anatomy.

Upon arrival, a small inner courtyard was setup for patients to wait in where they could enjoy many of the quite rare plants which Mr. Gallop collected and cultivated. One of the windmills connected here, and served to move water about an ingenious irrigation system. The sound of running water was quite noisy, making talking difficult, but most gentleman considered this quite the blessing, as their wives were all too often pestering them with questions about the nature of their visit.

"Ah yes, Mrs. Harris, your turn now," Mr. Gallop announced. He was a younger man, quite in his prime of body and mind. He had a small set of glasses he wore low on his nose and peaked over occasionally. This he often conversed about with the other men, for he had ground the lenses himself and was well read on the latest in the readings on optics. Then, assuring them that it would spare them the discomfort of the "trials," he would send the husband on a walk about the grounds, or back into town with an agreement o pick up his "charge" later that day.

Deeper into the estate, spare rooms were used for individual patients. The first detail a woman might notice were the sounds of other women, gasping or shouting out in the various rooms. This no doubt horrified many, but Mr. Gallop was ever the gentleman. "Ah do not worry dear. They are quite alright. Have you not ever simply needed to let out a frustrated shout? That is all these women are getting. You most likely need just the same thing. I will help you, do not fear!"

Mr. Gallop had on a fine linen shirt, with a leather vest atop it and his sleeves rolled up, ever the industrious. He was shaved, as gentleman often were, but kept his brown hair long, for a gentleman at least, to his ears, giving an air of cleanliness and health few could match. Holding the door, he took his patient into one of the spare rooms, where a table, a cushioned bench, and various medical equipment stood.

There were stirrups on a Y-shaped stand, and revolving metal tubes coming from somewhere up above, likely one of the windmills. After a brief interview, some very serious note-taking, and sympathetic looks, he made his diagnosis. "Yes dear, I'm afraid you've the hysteria. Quite common these days I understand. No no, it's not your fault. You're actually quite healthy. I have the cure for this condition right here. Please, take a seat on the bench there, shoes off if you please. Ah, and you may loosen the corset. Don't worry, I will not tell the Mr on you."

The metal pipes on the wall were ever revolving, and Mr. Gallop adjusted several knobs on them that seemed to somehow increase their revolving movement, and reveal a small reciprocating piston. From a pocket he then retrieved a small metal pill from which a leather lanyard dangled. The pill he manipulated carefully, twisting and extending it to reveal an internal coil spring, which he fitted with a rotating key. The key he affixed to the piston, via a few other odd linkages, and bolted the pill into place. After several moments of the piston pumping the spring to tension, he judged it ready.

"No, this part will quite shock you, Ms. I'm afraid for your own safety you must allow me to secure your arms here, to the back of the bench... there we go. Not too tight? Very good dear. Now sit low. Oh yes it's very unladylike, I understand, but I will not tell the Mr. This is for your health. Slouch just slightly, pelvis forward. Very good. Separate your knees, just a hand-span. Very good. Your husband must love how attentive you are."

At this point, Mr. Gallop would remove the pill from the wall mechanism. With a skillful flourish, speed being of the essence, he popped free the key and slammed the thing shut tight with a twist. A sudden, and startling, clicking began to emanate from the pill then. "Here, it's alright. See, hold here a second... it just bounces around in your hand now. Close your fist tight, and you'll see it hums just like a little bird. Very simple use of springs, nothing to be afraid of. Very good. Now this may seem a bit improper, but see this leather strap here? There are a couple of loops. You must step through these for me, just as you would a pair of britches. Very good! Now, allow me to slide these up to the top of your leg. Yes I must reach under your skirts, but it's alright. I was a monk once. I would never do something to lead you into sin. You can trust me. Now this part I shall tie tight about the hips. Ah, forgive my hand on your buttocks. But... there!"

"And now, I must just... move a bit of fabric here. Very good! Forgive my fingers, but I must just place the contraption right here, just.... ah there you've felt it haven't you? Excellent!"

Standing, and careful flicking his tongue over a finger, Mr. Gallop then retrieves another spring apparatus to put on the table. He puts the spring under tension and sets it across from the patient. "Very good now... let's start you at about five minutes to start. Ah, you may scream if you need to let it out. That is the hysteria leaving you, dear. I built the water fountain to cover up the sounds, so do not worry, you're quite in the privacy of my home. Let it out as the others have. I will be doing rounds now on the others. So please, leave go your burdens, and when the timer goes off, a bell will summon me. At that time we can... reassess the further levels of treatment you may require. Are you listening? Ah, it appears not, but that is quite alright. Leave it all go, Miss. This is for your health!"

Done! Hopefully I was able to make that fun to read. Ever come across one of those little history blurbs about how the vibrator was invented to calm female hysteria? Well I have! Is it true? I'll be damned before I actually investigate for the truth, so I have no idea. Does it seem like a fun setup for an old timey medical prompt? Absolutely! What's the setting? 1800s something. Where? I dunno, America or England? The important part is that I want to explore the idea of sexual release for the health of woefully unaware women. The obvious example is of a vibrator of some kind, but what about other things? What would an old timey dildo look like? How would a "doctor" have a woman use it? Are there sex acts that could be justified as "purely medical" that could have similar effects? Let's brainstorm a little and build together a few one off scenes about this. We can also take it a more story-driven route involving a great deal of cheating, of risque passion, maybe some age-gap arrangement with a young doctor and older house wife (or flip it, I can go either way).

Anyway, let me finish there. If the idea sounds fun, let me know how it got you thinking. If the idea isn't for you, but you enjoyed the writing or feel like we'd mesh please have a look at any of my old prompts. They are always available if you shoot me a message with interest in one of them!