The African woman is known to have a particularly pronounced rear end. But it is not only the size that is remarkable. In all shades between hazelnut brown and ebony black, her most striking body part is also characterized by remarkable firmness. African men love this and African educators know that you can’t impress an African girl with a leather strap or even the flat of your hand.
The colonial rulers of the 15th to 19th centuries also appreciated the advantages of a young African woman. Hardly any white governor in the colonies that were established at the time did not keep a handful of black female slaves to sweeten their lives abroad. They were not only readily available. They were also regarded as wild lovers who did not have to take social taboos into consideration, as was the case in the then still rather prudish homeland.
The African woman was used to being the property of a man. At that time, tribal wars were still raging across the continent and it was common for the strong men of a tribe to be slaughtered and their settlements burned down. However, it was also customary to bring the useful women home as trophies, where they would then face a life as slaves, which consisted of a multitude of duties for them and, above all, rights for their masters.
The colonial rulers soon discovered that a black woman had to be treated differently than was customary in cultured Europe. And they quickly adapted to local conditions when it came to disciplining the female population.
The cane was still used at home back then. However, this was mainly intended for the boys. The supposedly much more delicately built girls were usually given the leather strap. However, it was customary for a boy to retain his dignity and be punished while clothed, while a girl was unceremoniously stripped so that the leather could have its full effect. Corporal punishment was only abolished in the penal system in the middle of the 19th century. However, it continued to be used in schools and at home well into the 20th century.
The hippopotamus whip was commonly used in Africa. In South Africa it was the derived sjambok, which was called kiboko (the word for hippopotamus in Swahili) in East Africa and chicotte in the Congo.
A hippopotamus whip was made from hippopotamus or rhinoceros skin. It was considered to be extremely durable. In contrast to the braided European leather whip, however, it was relatively stiff and could have devastating effects if used with great force. The colonial rulers therefore used them specifically to spread a certain amount of terror among the natives and to maintain general discipline.
A sjambok was available in different versions. In the German colonies, it was even stipulated exactly how the individual versions had to be made. A one-and-a-half meter long version was used in the penal system and also to punish field workers and slaves. Its effect was feared, as it caused bloody welts and often even permanent scars, even when used moderately. The short version was mainly used at home. It was only half as long and was more of a flexible stick than a whip. Female domestic servants and slaves in particular knew what it felt like to be punished with it.
In a hot continent like Africa, it was customary, especially for the white men, to spend the particularly unbearable hours after the midday meal taking a long nap. The unaccustomed African heat was not only a problem for them. It also seemed to trigger an insatiable lust for female flesh that demanded daily satisfaction. It was therefore not uncommon for the master of the house to order a pretty young slave girl into his bedroom to do with her what a woman was made for.
At the time, it was certainly believed that the Negroes of the African continent were also human beings. But people were also convinced that they were in a rather childlike phase of development. So they were treated like children. They were told exactly what was allowed and what was forbidden. They were instructed in simple tasks. They were praised when they did their work well and punished when they did not. Not only out in the fields, but also in the home. Of course, the white masters liked it when such a naively childlike woman had a tight, beautiful ass and two firm tits with clearly protruding buds. Teaching such a woman obedience was of course a special pleasure and training her to be a willing servant in the kitchen, in the house and in bed was a task that was gladly performed by the master of the house himself.
A handy short sjambok was therefore always to hand and of course it was also on the bedside table when the master was having fun with one of his slaves. She knew, of course, that it was better to satisfy the master with all her devotion and ensure that he felt satisfied after the act and fell into a long nap. Because if he was dissatisfied with her for whatever reason, it could quickly happen that he would quickly reach for the sjambok to set her body in involuntary violent motion and elicit the inevitable screams without which no woman could endure such treatment. A master was a master and a slave had to obey if she didn’t want to be punished.
The colonial rulers and the farmers resettled to Africa in their wake quickly realized that Africa was a continent of men and that women on this continent actually only had three tasks. She was there to satisfy her owner’s lust, to bear him as many children as possible and to look after his physical well-being. This impression was no coincidence, but was confirmed time and again by daily observation. When driving through the villages of the region, the new ruling class was always presented with the same picture: men sitting together in groups and chatting animatedly, while the daughters and wives were busy with kitchen work to satisfy their master.
Most of them did not do this out of loving care. But the sjambok was also a popular instrument of punishment among the blacks, which had its place in every hut and was invariably intended for the female bottoms of the family. Younger girls were punished by their mother with the flat of her hand. However, as soon as they reached a certain age and had a correspondingly pronounced bottom, their father took over and they were spanked.
That was the case in the 15th century and not much has changed even decades after the end of the colonial era. Today, there are no longer any colonies in Africa. But there are still the white masters who immigrated back then. In countries such as South Africa or Rhodesia, they still run huge farms and rule over the locals as they always have.
A few years ago, an employee of an American financial services provider was transferred to South Africa. As was customary there, the banker lived in a smart house within a gated community where only foreigners lived and he was warmly welcomed. He quickly came into contact with the mostly single Americans and Europeans in his neighborhood and learned everything a newcomer needed to know from them:
The first thing he had to do was find a maid, he was told, and he was also recommended an agency that would take care of finding suitable domestic help. The girls would be available for pocket money, so to speak. But jobs are rare in South Africa. They would therefore do anything to satisfy their master. Such a maid would be there for everything that needed to be done around the house. Of course, she would cook for him, keep his house clean and take care of the laundry. Every house had a chamber for the maid. She would live there and be available for him day and night. If he fancied her, he should not hesitate to make use of her. And if he was dissatisfied with her, he should simply take the sjambok and give her a good spanking. That’s how it’s done here and the women know it.
The sjambok? Yes, it’s something between a stick and a whip, the unsuspecting banker was told. They used to be made from hippopotamus or rhinoceros skin, he was told, but since these animals became protected species, sjamboks made of rubber were the most common. He was advised to have a look around his house. There was bound to be one lying around somewhere, as they were part of the inventory in an African house. Especially when it came to supervising servants.
In fact, the banker, who we will simply call Bill from now on, found an object in the house that matched the description. It was a short whip made of black rubber. It was so thick at the back that you could easily hold it in your hand. At the other end, it tapered to just under a centimeter. A test stroke through the air showed him that the thing was extremely supple and must be quite painful. He had noticed after just a few days in the country that African women had pronounced asses. And they were unspeakably lazy, was the opinion of his neighbors. The urgent recommendation was to give them a few thick strokes once or twice a week. And they also expect their asses to be exposed for it, because only then would they perceive a beating as such.
Bill was used to fat women from America, who unabashedly pushed their way through the supermarkets with huge flabby asses. But what he saw here was a completely different quality and he developed a soft spot for this part of a woman’s body, which he had previously paid less attention to. He was rather fond of slim women, but while the ones at home had rather small, inconspicuous buttocks, the South African woman’s strikingly bulging buttocks were obviously a trademark.
As far as his maid was concerned, Bill was thinking more of a young thing that he could raise as he needed her. This was exactly what he wanted when he visited the local Agency for Domestic Services a few days later. There, however, he learned that his wish was not so easy to fulfill. The typical South African woman tended to be wider rather than taller. Slim girls were rather rare here. They were also rather unpopular with men, because in this part of the world, men preferred a woman to be plump and full-bodied.
So they put him off and promised to get in touch as soon as they had found a girl who matched his specific requirements. This happened a few days later and he was invited to visit the agency again to choose a girl to his liking.
They had obviously gone to great lengths to fulfill the American’s unusual request. A middle-aged black woman with short-cropped hair and a classic business outfit led him in front of a large pane of glass through which you could only see into a room from the outside. Six young girls had gathered there, obviously hoping to find a job. They were of course still very young and not very experienced, the lady at Bill’s side remarked apologetically. She was obviously the boss of the agency and was clearly making an effort to introduce the stranger to the local customs. She advised him to treat such a young thing like a daughter. If he treated her with the necessary strictness, she would certainly prove docile and obey his every word after just a few days, she was convinced. And if there was no other way, he could of course give her back and choose another one.
Jim was in his prime and, of course, he wasn’t just looking for a woman to take care of all the chores around the house. He also wanted a pretty playmate with whom he could pass the lonely nights here in a foreign country. And he thought of the sjambok that was waiting to be used in his kitchen. Because that was one aspect that filled him with particular curiosity and a certain amount of anticipation.
At first glance, Jim saw that there was only one of the alternatives on offer. He then pointed to it. He was invited into the boss’s office and a little later there was a timid knock on the door. At the rather harsh invitation to enter, the chosen one appeared under the door. She stood at a distance in front of the small conference table where Bill was busy filling out the inevitable paperwork. The price for the girl was indeed very modest, he remarked, and looked up to take a closer look at her.
He was asked if he wanted to make sure that she really was flawless. He didn’t understand what this question meant at first, but it was obviously more than clear to the woman in question. At a signal, she began to take off her clothes and finally stood there stark naked to undergo the announced assessment.
She had firm breasts that suggested she was still very young and showed practically no tendency to sag. The nipples were clearly pronounced and stood out like little turrets. The situation seemed to excite her, Bill concluded, because after his previous experiences with women, hard nipples were an unmistakable indication that the woman was ready and had certainly already accumulated the necessary moisture further down. He had never actually thought about having his way with a black woman before, but this one seemed likely to change his preferences.
His business partner asked him to approach her, who sorted the papers with a seemingly unconcerned expression and put the copies intended for Bill in a brown envelope. He couldn’t understand the words addressed to the girl. But the girl responded obediently. She turned slowly and not without a certain implied lasciviousness around her own axis so that her new master could get a comprehensive impression of her body. Then she positioned herself in front of him and spread her legs slightly. A lush bush of black frizzy hair effectively blocked the view, but Bill could still make out the contours of a clearly defined vulva. And he thought he detected a slight glistening that confirmed his suspicion that the girl was indeed aroused.
Although she was actually anything but small. He slowly rose from his meeting chair and stood directly in front of her. The head of the agency seemed amused as she watched him. He could go ahead and touch her, she said, after all, she was his now anyway. There was a sjambok on her desk, which he only noticed at that moment, although it had probably been lying there in plain sight the whole time. Now it was he who could see the excitement.
The challenging sparkle in her eyes did not escape his notice. But he was even less aware of the magnificent shape of her bottom. Yes, she was slim and almost reached his chin. But she still had a noticeably pronounced pelvis, which gave her a distinctly feminine appearance. And that had allowed her bottom to develop into a prominent body part that had captivated him from the very first moment.
He told her to get dressed again and was surprised that he too had already adopted the curt tone of command that was obviously customary towards servants in this country. His newfound friends also all had very pretty servants and they rarely gave more than a curt order to her while they were being served.
He let her sit in the back seat as he made his way back in his small SUV. He had been told that employees had no business in the front of the car and he thought it was appropriate to use this gesture to emphasize their subordinate position.
He had chosen a kind of uniform for her: a simple black dress with a white apron. The dress was made from an elastic material. It was close-fitting and hugged her buttocks in an almost challenging way. She probably wouldn’t dare go out on the street in this outfit, it was so challengingly sexy. He instructed her not to wear any underwear and to pay meticulous attention to her personal hygiene in future. In particular, she was to remove the unspeakable tufts of hair under her armpits and between her legs. She obviously took this as an erotic innuendo and smiled suggestively. When she turned around to comply with his order, he gave her a firm slap on the bottom, which made her squeal in surprise as she sprang forward and hurried to leave the room.
She was actually still quite inexperienced, he realized after she had tried her hand as a maid for a few days. She wasn’t really any good as a cook and as far as housework was concerned, nothing happened that she wasn’t explicitly told to do. Bill had the impression that she spent half the day sitting in front of the television and chatting with her friends. So he decided to change his tune.
One evening, he took her on a tour of the house. He spontaneously found a thousand things that an attentive maid should have noticed herself. There was laundry in the machine, but it had never been switched on. Unironed shirts were piled up in a heap and the garbage can in the kitchen was overflowing, to name just a few examples. The tour ended in her room, for which the word „untidy“ was an almost flattering description.
He gave her a loud moral sermon and threatened to send her back to the agency if she didn’t make an effort. Then he told her to undress and wait for him. He fetched the sjambok, threw her on the bed and beat the living daylights out of her. It really seemed to be like his neighbors said: You have to teach them a lesson every now and then. And you have to keep an eye on them all the time, because they only work when they are driven to do so.
Perhaps he had overdone it. After all, he had never held a stick before, let alone a whip. The result of his outburst of rage looked impressive to say the least. She had countless thick welts on her body when he had finished with her. Her shapely bottom looked pitiful and her thighs had also taken their share of his anger. She sobbed heavily as he finally left the room. But he felt he had done exactly the right thing. And yes, he would treat her like his daughter. He would tell her what to do and what not to do. And he would make her feel the sjambok if she didn’t comply. After all, that’s what every businessman who came to South Africa did.