Uuman flesh is cheap on the other side of the world. Especially female flesh, because there are countless daughters. In India, for example, where babies are still killed today if they turn out to be girls. Because a daughter is a burden for every family. Even if a father owns a particularly pretty one, he has to go to great lengths to get her married before she gets older. And he has to provide her with a dowry that increases her value and satisfies her groom’s family. Not to mention the wedding, which is the sole responsibility of the bride’s family. Even if she has to go into debt for years.

Berthold knew this when he went to see her parents. He was sure that he would soon be taking home the most beautiful girl he had ever met. Sure, she was still very young, but that never bothered a man. Because she had exactly what his imagination wanted. And he had set his mind on making her his wife.

She didn’t know him, but he had had his eye on her for a long time. For weeks, he had taken every opportunity to observe her. No one in the company suspected that he deliberately passed her workplace every day and paused for a moment to take another look at her beauty. She was slim and a good head shorter than him. She had long, jet-black hair, which she usually wore loose and let fall over her shoulders in lush strands. It framed her pretty face decoratively and emphasized the light complexion of her skin, which, according to the local way of thinking, marked her out as a member of a higher caste. She seemed to come from a traditional family, as she usually wore a discreetly decorated sari, which ensured that her body was gracefully dressed and yet remained modestly covered. Nevertheless, Berthold thought he could make out distinctly feminine forms underneath, which confirmed his impression that he was dealing with an extraordinary, almost flawless beauty.

As an emissary from the company’s European headquarters, he naturally had access to all the documents and knew everything that was in the files. According to this, her parents had lived in England until she was twelve. She therefore spoke fluent English, which was very convenient for him, as it would allow him to have an in-depth conversation with her father without having to call on the help of an interpreter in this rather delicate matter.

He knew that in this country you don’t just approach a girl if you want to get to know her. Here, you don’t invite a beauty to dinner if you intend to try her out in your own bed after the third date at the latest. You don’t court her here. Here, you simply go to her parents and ask her to marry you. Because it’s not about convincing her. It’s about getting her father’s approval.

Unlike any local groom, Berthold was free from local customs. He wanted the girl alone and didn’t attach any importance to all the trappings associated with a wedding in this country. He didn’t need a pompous celebration with hundreds of guests. He didn’t even intend to invite his own parents to the event. Consequently, he spared her family costly expenses and her father was relieved to see that this obviously well-heeled European did not even attach importance to a dowry. Verthold was therefore quickly met with general approval and it took barely two hours for the landlord’s decision to be made.

However, there was one point that proved to be an almost insurmountable hurdle. In the western world, it had been unusual for several generations to marry a young woman simply because of her pretty face, only to find out after the wedding what she really looked like and what small physical imperfections she had concealed all this time by cleverly choosing her clothes. This country, on the other hand, had not changed its customs and traditions significantly for thousands of years. This included not only the complicated caste system, which was difficult for foreigners to understand, but also the way in which daughters were married off. And the fact that a bride had to be untouched when she met her husband for the first time on her wedding night.

Berthold was determined to make this girl and no other his wife. He also assumed that she was a flawless beauty in every respect. And he was forced to accept that she would remain a virgin until the wedding night. But he still didn’t want to buy a pig in a poke. So he insisted on seeing the daughter of the house naked for at least a moment before he made his final decision.

This request was met with a somewhat shocked father. However, the economic advantages of this deal were ultimately too convincing to trigger a categorical no. So the two men agreed that this actually deeply immoral procedure should take place behind closed doors and thus under the cloak of secrecy.

She entered the room with her eyes downcast. She knew that her future had been decided that evening and faced the situation with the expected humility. In this country, a daughter does not contradict her father. She can count herself lucky if she is even asked if she wants to marry the man chosen by her family. But even if this does not happen, she will not put up any serious resistance and will willingly submit to her parents‘ decision. A daughter is aware that obedience is expected of her. She also knows that it is her parents‘ right alone to make the most crucial decision of her life. She has never learned anything else and has been taught since childhood that disobedience has painful consequences.

Whether she loved the man was not up for debate here. He would become her husband. She would live in his house and be at his service. Perhaps she would develop affection for him over time. But in any case, she would obey him as she had obeyed her father. For as her husband, he was nothing less than her owner. He had extensive rights over her. He was allowed to enjoy her body and shape her mind. He was allowed to caress her when he loved her and beat her when she aroused his anger.

Not only that. A wife was not only subject to her husband. She was also obliged to be submissive to her new family. Many mothers-in-law made the most of their power and, if necessary, used blows to force the foreign wife to bend to their will.

Berthold knew he was looking at a beautiful young girl who would not only excite his male senses. She would also make him a hardworking and obedient wife, the likes of which he would never find in his homeland. And she would consider herself lucky to be able to serve a foreigner without having to submit to his mother.

She was asked to remove her sari so that the groom, who was present, could have an unobstructed view of her. Berthold was sure that a daughter was always made naked here in order to chastise her and that this task was reserved for her father. He was also sure that this father had already exercised his right repeatedly. But he also knew that she felt a deep-seated shame about undressing in front of a stranger. Even if this was her future husband, from whom she would soon have no more secrets. He was therefore not surprised when she responded to her father’s request with horror and initially made no effort to comply.

Of course, he would not tolerate such an affront. No father would allow his daughter to contradict him, especially in the presence of a stranger. But the resolute master of the house took it in his stride. He stood wordlessly a

and left the room. He returned a few moments later and carefully closed the door behind him. In his right hand he held a thin bamboo stick, which he placed wordlessly on a chest of drawers, where it sent out a clear message to everyone in the room. Berthold knew that this was no empty threatening gesture. He could literally feel the tension spreading through the room. For a fraction of a moment, the young woman’s eyes met his. Her gaze pleaded for leniency and her eyes flickered anxiously. Nevertheless, only a few moments passed before she began to peel herself out of her sari with practiced movements.

In the end, the traditional garment, which consisted of an astonishing amount of fabric wrapped around her body in several layers, fell to the floor and she stood naked and bare in the middle of the room. Berthold stood up. He walked around her very slowly while his eyes seemed to take in the sight of her almost photographically. He was satisfied with what he saw. Extremely satisfied. Firm breasts of just the right size. A slender body that didn’t look boyish and widened considerably around the hips. A well-rounded bottom that had never really come into its own under her clothes. A really pretty face with full lips and soft eyes, which defiantly withstood his gaze as he looked into her eyes for a long time at the end of his inspection.

Berthold gave his future father-in-law a sign of approval, whereupon he asked his daughter to get dressed again and leave the room. The contract was sealed. Fate could take its course.

It was on the day she finally became his wife that he was taken aside by her father with a serious face and asked to have a chat between men. No, he didn’t want to exhort him to make his daughter happy. Such thoughts were not thought in this country. He wanted him to know that this was an important moment for him. The moment when his daughter, who had matured to the full bloom of her beauty, changed hands. For according to the view of this country, the young bride was now changing hands from her father to her husband, who from now on would exercise all rights and duties over her.

As a symbol of this significant moment, Berthold received a long parcel from the old Indian. It was accompanied by the words that it would now be him who would benefit from its contents. And that he should never hesitate to make use of it.

It was a thin cane that Berthold unwrapped later that evening. He immediately recognized it as the peeled and polished bamboo cane that had prompted his bride to show herself to him in her full, naked beauty a few weeks ago, despite all her shyness. Secretly, he would not have minded if she had seriously refused to carry out her father’s order. The tradition-conscious Indian would certainly not have missed the opportunity to tear off her sari with his own hands and then chastise her according to the tradition of the house.

You could see from the yellow stick that it had served him well for many years. It was barely as thick as a finger, but had an almost menacing malleability, as Berthold noted with satisfaction with a swipe through the air. He knew that he would make use of it. Nature had endowed his young wife with a truly perfectly formed bottom and he took that as an invitation to take advantage of it.

But on his first night, he would first enjoy her to the full. He would take possession of her. He would discover even the most hidden corners of her body, kissing, caressing, feeling and tasting her. And he would show her what it felt like to be loved, desired and deeply penetrated by a man.

But over time she would also get to know his other side, he had decided. Step by step, he would take her life into his hands, impose certain rules on her and set her clear boundaries. And he would punish her consistently if she disobeyed one of his instructions. Then he would mark her elastic rear flesh with thick, red welts, as was customary in her culture and as she had certainly experienced countless times before. And he would do it with pleasure. Because it would excite him when she begged for forgiveness while writhing under his blows. A woman in distant Europe would never give him this satisfaction, which for a man was actually quite natural.

No, Berthold was convinced that he was anything but violent. Nor was he prone to uncontrolled outbursts of rage. But he was a man and therefore a dominant being by nature. And he expected devotion and submission from a woman. Either out of his own insight or because she was painfully reminded of it. He had his principles and didn’t simply lash out when his tolerance limit was exceeded. He considered it downright sacrilegious to maltreat a woman with his fists. For him, a black eye was the worst derailment a man could allow himself. No, he didn’t just hit her. He chastised. And he did so in a way that left lasting memories in her mind, but did not lead to permanent injuries.

A woman is a vulnerable being and every man had a duty to make the woman of his choice happy, to protect her and to treat her responsibly. But a woman will also remain a childlike being throughout her life. A woman is not meant to lead, but desires to be led. She will therefore be only too willing to entrust herself to the care of a man, accept his decisions, bend to his will and submit to him unreservedly. She also knows that this submission has consequences. She knows that he will demand obedience from her. Unreserved obedience. And she is aware that he will punish her if she refuses to obey him. And that he has the right to do so.

Her bottom was the only suitable part of her body to receive punishment. Berthold couldn’t be sure that one day his hand might not slip and he would give her a spontaneous slap. But he also knew that a punishment was much more than that. A proper punishment was an almost intimate process. She had to be naked for it and she had to present herself to him in a way that only he was allowed to see her. It was no coincidence that the very part of the woman’s body that her master made glow under the slapping blows directly framed the orifices that were there for his pleasure. And it was a sign of nature that female buttocks were particularly suitable for absorbing the force of a cane or even the treacherous blow of a whip. Her buttocks and perhaps the adjacent thighs, which have a similarly muscular structure.

Berthold had not exactly been thrilled when his company had decided to send him to India of all places. But as a foreigner, life here was quite luxurious and once you had made contact with the European community here, at some point you only moved among your own kind and hardly had to maintain any contact with the Indians. At some point, he also discovered the magic of India. Above all, he developed a curiosity about the exotic charms of the local women, who were so completely different from the women infected by the virus of emancipation that he had had to deal with at home. He soon realized that many a German, Englishman or Frenchman had married a strikingly young Indian woman and seemed to be very happy with the situation. Quite a few of them had even separated from their wives who had remained in Europe in order to start a completely new phase of their lives here. Among them were many a fifty-year-old who adorned himself with a very young girl and thus realized a dream that would probably have remained unfulfilled forever in Europe.

By now, Berthold was also one of the Europeans who had gained completely new insights, discovered new perspectives and gained new knowledge in India and no longer had any desire to return to their homeland. Why should they? After all, a society like this, which functioned unchanged according to basic values that were thousands of years old, could only offer a man advantages. Above all because it was a male society that primarily served male needs. A society in which women were still there for the sake of men and were valued above all for their beauty, their sensuality and their serving role.

A traditionally educated Indian woman knew nothing about things like self-realization and emancipation. All the men in the foreign community agreed that such a woman demanded guidance. If you wanted to be happy with her, you had to understand what she meant by happiness. He could not judge her according to Western standards, but had to treat her according to the traditions of her culture. And this included not only the small gestures of appreciation that make every woman blossom. It also included regular demonstrations of desire and longing. And for this it was necessary to show her her limits and to punish her for overstepping them. Because an Indian woman who is not punished by her husband from time to time feels neglected. She believes that she is no longer loved as a woman and that she has failed as a wife.

Berthold was therefore not the only one who owned a bamboo cane and never missed an opportunity to use it. And he knew that a woman who was chastised during the day would do anything at night to prove herself an irresistible lover.