„Miriam, you go to your room now and get ready.“

The eldest daughter of the family bowed her head in embarrassment and diligently followed her father’s orders. She got up from her chair and disappeared into the back of the house. Her two sisters looked after her sympathetically. She knew what was about to happen to her.

„Rebekka, you do the dishes. Rachel, you help your mother with that. Saphira, you go down to the stream and cut some fresh willow rods. But hurry up.“
Rebekka was the eldest of the three women the burly farmer owned. She had already given him two children, but she still looked desirable and he observed her pronounced feminine contours under her high-necked dress, not without pleasure. The two men stood up and immediately began to clear the dishes from the large oak table where the family had shared their Sunday meal.

„Hannah, I’m expecting you in the bedroom in half an hour. So get ready for the midday rest.“

So Hannah was the chosen one today, called to bed by the master of the house to spend the daily afternoon nap with him. An expression of superiority marked her posture as she too pushed her chair back to comply with the master’s request.

„Eva, please brew me a coffee and serve it to me in the living room. But don’t take too long.“

Eva was the youngest and still very young in absolute terms. She was at the age when a girl’s body has just turned into a woman and radiates the youthful freshness that no healthy man can resist. He had only owned her for six months and was visibly proud of his latest acquisition, which would undoubtedly give him many years of unrestricted pleasure.
Brother Anselm was one of the most respected brothers in the village. He was a member of the council of elders and was regarded as an exemplary family man who knew how to keep his family in order. His prosperity was based on a sizeable flock of sheep and several acres of fertile land, for the cultivation of which he employed twelve farmhands and six maids. His duties as a farmer therefore mainly consisted of supervising his subordinates, which gave him the freedom to lie down for two hours after lunch and enjoy one of his wives. And not just on a Sunday like today, when all work traditionally stops.

He went into the family room and sat down in the armchair reserved just for him to take a look at the newspaper.

A little later, Eva appeared and served him the coffee he had requested. She liked to flirt with her youthfulness and he couldn’t help but notice the frivolous look she gave him as she arranged the coffee, milk and sugar decoratively on the small side table. He knew that this time, too, she would provocatively show off her little bottom when she moved away from him to retire to her room. She was a little minx who demanded frequent educational measures and he was already looking forward to the next opportunity she would surely offer him soon.
But now it was Miriam’s turn first. She was Rebekka’s daughter and actually not much younger than Eva. She, too, had already taken on pronounced feminine curves and was a beautiful thing that one or two farmers had probably already secretly had their eye on. He knew that she was already nervous and waiting for him in her room. So he finished reading the article that had first caught his attention and drank his still quite hot coffee in small sips. Muffled female chatter and the clattering of dishes could be heard from the kitchen. Otherwise, the house was quiet. During his midday rest, the women had to keep quiet. That was the rule and he was used to his orders being obeyed.

The willow rod that Saphira had fetched for him was already lying on the dining table. She had carefully removed the leaves from half a dozen thin branches and tied them together to form a handy rod. Each of them was about as thick as a pencil at the end and tapered thinly towards the end. And as is the way with willow branches, each twig was dead straight and very flexible.
He grabbed the dreaded instrument of chastisement and made his way to Miriam’s room.

The community lived far away from the rest of the world and cultivated a religiosity that was based primarily on the Old Testament. Their role model was the ancient people of Israel and their rules were the Ten Commandments and all the other advice from the Lord that he had recorded in his holy book for the benefit of mankind. Of course, this also included the admonition to all parents to bring up their children in the only effective and God-ordained way. And this involved two things in particular: The rod and the cane.

Brother Anselm also kept up this old custom, of course. However, he was of the opinion that a nice, wide leather strap was also excellent for making a sinner’s exposed backside glow. Otherwise, he followed the general custom that the cane was for the boys and the rod for the girls. For example, for his daughter Miriam, who was already preparing for the announced chastisement when he entered her room.

She had removed her stockings and underwear and pushed her dress up well above her hips. Thus exposed, she lay bent over the solid wooden foot of the bed, showing off her flawless thighs and her already quite voluptuous buttocks, while her face was hidden in the soft depths of the bed. Her legs showed a certain restlessness as he moved towards her. He liked it when they were scared and already trembling without having felt the first blow. And it filled him with secret malice when they were ashamed because they had to allow glimpses that were more than embarrassing for a young girl in the posture intended for punishment. But that was part of the educational effect and an effective punishment had to be applied to the exposed part of the body that the Lord had intended for it.

He didn’t bother with long explanations. She knew why she was in this position and what sin she had to atone for. So he would chastise her properly and then give her the opportunity to think about her misbehavior for the rest of the day here in her room. He struck mercilessly. The thin willow branches cut deep into her flesh and elicited a sharp cry from the sinful thing with each blow, which could be heard throughout the house as a warning to the others. At first she had shamefully pressed her thighs together to reveal as little of her femininity as possible, but now all shame was forgotten and she kicked her legs wildly as she clawed firmly into the mattress with both hands. There was no doubt about it, his Miriam was almost a woman, he could tell without effort. Her sex was already covered with an even fluff of blonde hair, but it was not yet thick enough to function as pubic hair. At this age, they were still proud of every little hair that grew down there. Later, they would laboriously shave to give their husbands unrestricted pleasure. At least most men appreciated it when nothing obstructed the view of what makes up the center of a woman.

A willow rod is hard and supple at the same time. It follows the contours of the body precisely and leaves a network of thin, bright red welts. If the rod was wielded with sufficient force, the first tiny drops of blood quickly appeared, leaving no doubt that the flesh had suffered and the woman had been given a proper lesson.

He took his time between each blow so that she could fully enjoy the pain it caused. And he didn’t have a fixed number of blows, but kept on striking until he was convinced that he had paid her back for her sin. This was usually the moment when the sharp cries gradually subsided and were replaced by a steady howl. The sound of repentance, as he called it, and put the rod aside to leave the twitching young woman to her own devices.

Hannah had also heard the girl’s screams. It wasn’t her daughter, but she still felt sorry for her. She understood that her husband had to be strict and punish misbehavior. But she also knew that this was not just out of pure parental duty, but that a man’s arousal was also triggered when he dealt with a half-naked, sexually mature daughter. She knew because it wasn’t the first time and she had repeatedly lain here in this bed waiting for him so that he could satisfy his needs as a man after chastising one of his daughters.

She had gotten ready for him. She had shaved carefully, taken a fresh shower and put on one of those see-through nightgowns that he would then tear off her body and turn into shreds. She lay there like a common peasant maid. Her legs were bent and spread wide. Her pussy was the first thing that would attract his attention, and she had made sure with her fingers that he would find her wet and ready.

The screams had turned into a heart-rending howl. This too finally subsided and Hannah knew that Miriam’s punishment was over. She heard a door slam, heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs, saw the bedroom door swing open and knew that now it was her turn.

Her husband stood with his legs apart in front of her. His gaze fixed on her pussy, glistening in the midday sun, whose labia opened like petals in her wide-legged position. Carefully and somehow menacingly, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it into a corner. He undid the belt of his trousers, unbuttoned them and let them slide to the floor. He slipped off his white underpants and released his huge cock, which immediately shot up greedily and clearly signaled what he was ready for.

He usually caressed her first before penetrating her. His hands explored her body, which he uncovered bit by bit, pushing her nightgown up until she presented herself to him in her full femininity. He also loved to work her extensively with his tongue until her whole body quivered with pleasure and demanded his cock. But when he made one of the girls scream, it was different.

He knelt over her, tore her nightgown with strong movements until he had exposed her breasts. His hands reached under her bottom and his body lowered over her. His stiff member found its way in and finally penetrated her hard and demanding. His muscles tensed and he began to work her with violent pumping movements, driving his powerful member into her body again and again. Then he began to beat her with restrained force and his hands made her bare thighs blush. Finally he let go of her, turned her around and pulled her bottom up towards him. He penetrated her from behind and struck again, this time making her buttocks glow. He subjected her to a fierce, merciless, manly fuck until her whole body shook and her mouth opened to let out the screams of pleasure that he wanted to hear and that every other female in the house should hear.

He then sank exhausted into bed and fell asleep a few moments later, and she snuggled close to him while the painful yet pleasant burning sensation on her skin subsided, enjoying his masculine strength, which made her feel infinitely protected and safe. The Lord had given the man power and cruelty. But the woman will long for him all her life. As a child, she will fear his rage, his anger, his blows. As an adult woman, she will submit to his power in order to enjoy his protection and strength.

It is simply the will of the Lord.