Flagellants are men with a strong imagination. Sometimes a single image is enough to create a complete story in their head. Sometimes it’s the sight of a particularly pronounced bottom who, in their imagination, sheds all his clothes to present himself naked and ready for punishment. Sometimes it’s a teenager on the streetcar who doesn’t know how to behave and, in their opinion, deserves a good spanking. Or it’s a loudly whining girl who simply won’t take no for an answer from her mother. These are the moments that remind a flagellant of the past. Of the time when disobedient girls would have been slapped on the spot by their mother and given a good spanking at home by their father.

She is lying on the bed. Her hair is disheveled. Tears are rolling down her cheeks. She is naked except for a wafer-thin top that lets her skin show through. Her bottom is turned slightly to the side. It bears the marks of a chastisement and the viewer knows: this young woman has just been punished. She cries and regrets the offense for which she was reprimanded.

Is she a wife who has been reprimanded by her husband for disobeying one of his prohibitions? Is she a mistress who has been told by her lover what he expects of her and what she can expect if she doesn’t do his bidding? Or is it a daughter who has been seeing her boyfriend in secret, even though her father has forbidden her to do so and she knew full well that she would get a beating for it? All we see is a young woman whom nature has endowed with a shapely bottom and who is now completely undone while pain dominates her senses

Maybe she threw herself on her knees in front of him while he held the dreaded whip in his hand and his facial expression didn’t bode well. Maybe she threw herself on her knees in front of him and begged him to spare her. Just this once. Maybe she threw herself on her knees in front of him while he held the dreaded crop in his hand and begged him to spare her. Just this once. Maybe she let out shrill screams while the rod caused sharp, stabbing pain or the leather strap made her flesh burn.

She probably tossed her bottom back and forth and kicked her legs desperately as blow after blow struck her tender flesh. She must have screamed and howled like a dog and made a thousand promises to mend her ways, be obedient and never do anything she was forbidden to do again.

If it was her father who chastised her, then he has probably already left the room so that she can repent of her sins and reflect on her transgressions. If it was her lover, then he will watch contentedly as she learns her lesson. He will let a while pass and then comfort her and show her heated body the love he still feels for her. If it was her husband, he will leave her behind and return to her late at night to claim his rights and satisfy his lust.

She argued with him and did so in public. She contradicted him and thus disregarded his position as her husband. He continued the walk until they reached a secluded spot. Then he took his whip and gave her a few hard blows without further ado.

He had continued the walk and she had done everything she could not to let on. She had played the loving wife and hooked up with him. After all, this was a small town and no one was supposed to notice what had happened between them. At some point, they had arrived at their favorite café and taken a seat at one of the tiny tables. They had sat opposite each other in silence while the coffee they had ordered and a piece of cake were served.

She knew that he was angry with her, even if he tried hard not to let it show.

She had become increasingly uncomfortable on the way home. She knew her husband and she knew that two or three strokes of the riding crop were far from the end of the matter. Her suspicions were confirmed when he gave her a rough slap on the bottom as she walked ahead of him up the wide staircase to the entrance of her villa.

A few moments later, her fears were confirmed. He summoned her into the living room and ordered her to undress completely. She obeyed him, because he was her husband and she was his wife. She took her time, but she removed every single item of clothing until she finally stood before him stark naked. He reached out and struck her. She screamed and danced on the spot. She begged him, but she couldn’t soften him up. She felt hot welts everywhere – on her bottom, on her thighs, everywhere where a woman’s body is particularly sensitive and it hurts the most. She tried to escape, but he held her tight. He didn’t say a word, but he let her feel, blow by blow, that she had angered him.

He sent her upstairs and she spent the rest of the day crying and sobbing in her large double bed. When it got dark, he followed her. He undressed and she saw his mighty member. He lifted her to her knees and took the right that every husband deserves. She let it happen and was secretly ashamed that she felt pleasure and began to gasp violently as he gripped her hips tightly and rhythmically drove his phallus into her.

She resolved to be an obedient wife to him and never give him cause to punish her like that again.

He was a simple man and worked at Borsig in the factory. As the father of two adolescent daughters, he knew that he had to be extremely strict in order to maintain discipline in his house. His means of doing so was a wide, tattered leather strap that had been in service in this family for decades.

When the brats were still small, their mother had taken care of their upbringing. But her wooden spoon had long ceased to have any effect. Emma had a pronounced bottom that demanded strong strokes. Sabine was rather slender, but her small, firm bottom was tough and had to be made to glow in order to get her to change her behavior.

The two of them had been up to something again and his mother had told him about it. Since they were at the age when girls became interested in boys and their forbidden instincts began to awaken, he had taken over their upbringing himself. As always, he took Sabine on first. He ordered her to take off her dress and pull down her underpants. Then he clamped her head between his legs and beat her with all the force he could muster. Her unrestrained shrieking did not impress him. On the contrary, he continued until she was crying and had uttered the word please what felt like a thousand times. Then he let go of her and turned his attention to her younger sister.

Emma had a plump bottom that could take a lot of spanking. She hesitated at first when he ordered her to take off her dress. But a first blow to her thighs quickly proved her wrong. Her pristine white underpants were completely removed and remained hanging limply on her left ankle. Then he put her over his knee, held her in position with his left hand and took a long swing. Her flesh was soft and light-skinned. She clenched her buttocks with each blow and kicked wildly. He placed one welt next to the other and continued until he felt he had paid her back.

He knew they would be the best behaved girls a father could wish for, at least for a few days. But they were girls with an itch between their legs and he would certainly have to take them on again soon.

It was a rough time and women in particular had little to laugh about. It was common practice for a wife to be caned by her husband if she did not parry, and not a day went by without loud wailing being heard from one of the houses in the town. Then everyone knew that a woman had once again earned punishment. The other women looked down in shame. The men’s eyes shone and they nodded with satisfaction.

If a woman was accused of an offense and brought before the judge, the trial did not last long and the verdict was practically always the same. The unfortunate woman was led away and taken to the town prison. There she was placed on the punishment bench, where her hands and feet were securely fastened to deprive her of her freedom of movement. Then all her skirts were pulled down, exposing the part of her body that the master had already made large and fleshy so that she could be effectively chastised when the occasion arose.

A block of wood was placed under her hips to show off her rear curves and the number of lashes she had been sentenced to was counted up. A birch rod carefully stripped of all foliage was used for this, which was always kept in a bucket filled with water to keep it nice and moist and supple. The rod left countless thin welts on the skin. It also repeatedly scratched the skin, leaving the delinquent with bloody marks on her bottom and thighs that would take days to heal.

The woman chastised in this way was handed over to her husband, father or whoever was responsible for her and, not surprisingly, received a beating at home.

An Arab harem was not just a place where beautiful women passed the time and hoped to be summoned by their ruler to perform amorous services. It was also a place where strict rules applied and several eunuchs monitored compliance with them. If one of the beauties was guilty of any misconduct, she was confronted with the fact that every eunuch had the unlimited right of chastisement and did not hesitate to exercise it in the name of the ruler as soon as he found a reason to do so.

Elisa was a European slave who had been stolen off the street and taken into the Sultan’s domain. She was no longer quite so young, but she had a magnificent bottom and a body whose feminine forms left no man untouched. The eunuch who had taken possession of her was a strong Negro from Sudan who took his job very seriously and did everything he could to keep the harem girls as tame and obedient as the ruler wished. He didn’t have to remove too many items of clothing to expose Elisa’s bottom. But he knew that European women were very sensitive and a simple chastisement with the sjambok pushed them to the limits of their endurance.

He therefore ordered her to lie on her stomach on a cot. He passed a leather strap around her waist to prevent her from escaping and immediately began to inflict twenty-four blows, which made her cry out in pain and left clear marks on her skin. In the end, both buttocks were a single pattern of criss-crossing welts and the chastised woman just lay there and moaned to herself.

In the days that followed, she was sure of the special care of the other women. They were actually her competitors. But they all knew what a punishment felt like and therefore did everything they could to help their maltreated sex companion recover as quickly as possible.

She had not been asked if she wanted to marry him. Her father had decided it over her head. Her groom had paid the required bride price for the young woman he desired. A big wedding feast was held to celebrate the great event. From one day to the next, she had gone from being the daughter of a shepherd to the wife of a cattle dealer. This was the custom in this part of the world and she was condemned to spend the rest of her life with a man she did not know and for whom she had no feelings. But no one here was interested in the feelings of a daughter and so she would become one of the many wives who had to fulfill their domestic duties and serve their husbands.

Of course, as a whip merchant, he owned a whip. It was a fearsome whip with a thick pommel and a long, braided end. He had already made it clear to her on their wedding night that he would make use of it if she resisted him. Because she had no desire to dance seductively in front of him and undress as her mother had taught her, he had quickly torn off all her clothes and made her naked. Then he had thrown her onto the bed, put her legs in the desired position and violently and painfully penetrated her. A woman who is not willing to please her husband has to endure pain.

The crowd outside had roared early when he had stepped to the window to show proof of her virginity. He had spent the rest of the night exploring her body and living out his insatiable lust on her.

In the following weeks, she had also made him feel that she had no affection for him and only opened up to him because she didn’t have the courage to refuse him. But at some point he finally had enough of her demonstrative lack of interest. He said that he expected loving tenderness and devoted lovemaking from his wife and demonstratively placed the whip within reach. She was naturally afraid and played the role that was expected of her. Nevertheless, her behavior was still emphatically passive and she merely endured being taken by her husband and penetrated in various ways. But that was exactly what he no longer wanted to put up with. So he got up, tied both her hands and took the whip. What followed was a martyrdom that she would never forget. He beat her mercilessly, ignoring her shrieks, and only let go of her when her entire body was covered in a pattern of thin welts and she knew that a whip was just about the most terrible instrument a man could use to tame her, punish her and make her understand what he expected from his wife.

He had given her a week to nurse her wounds. Then he had come to her bedside again. He hadn’t said anything, but she had overcome her inner resistance and kissed him. She had even taken his phallus into her mouth when he had asked her to. And she had felt something like pleasure for the first time as he penetrated her and for the first time she felt no pain as his powerful cock penetrated the depths of her body.

Mother was an elegant ladywho was always elegantly dressed and moved in the best circles. Other families of her class had a governess who took care of the children’s upbringing. However, she insisted on bringing up her two girls herself and teaching them everything they needed to know for a life at the side of a man who was worthy of their rank.

She had always treated her two girls with the necessary severity. If they had contradicted her, she had immediately slapped them in the face and if they had misbehaved, they had been told in a meaningful undertone that it would soon be Saturday …

Saturdays were bath time. The large stove was heated and a cast-iron tub was filled with hot water. When it was the girls‘ turn, mother entered the washhouse and supervised the ceremony of physical cleansing. She watched as the girls undressed, checked the cleanliness of their underwear and gave precise instructions on how to clean each part of their bodies. They then had to take a rough bath towel and dry themselves thoroughly. They wrapped this around their bodies as they walked back to the main house. Once there, they immediately went upstairs, where the girls‘ bedroom was located, and the dreaded procedure could begin.

Mother removed the now damp bath towels and the girls stood naked and vulnerable in front of her. They had to take their stand in front of their mother and were read the register of sins from the previous week. Something had always happened that required a reprimand and they stood there trembling to receive her judgment.

Their mother always uses a birch rod to punish the girls. When they were younger, it consisted of just half a dozen thin twigs. But as they grew older, the twigs became thicker and their number gradually increased to a dozen.

The two had to kneel in front of the bed and stretch their bottoms upwards. Then the rod went into action and made its painful marks on two young girls‘ bottoms, causing them to dance wildly while shrill screams filled the room. A girl must learn obedience and a birch rod was still the best way to achieve this goal.

Men of status appreciated a well-behaved wife who had grown up with the rod and knew that a husband also had rights and that the riding crop he always carried with him was also intended for her backside.

They still exist today – female slaves who are captured and sold. They used to come from Africa and above all had to be strong and able to work. But the prettiest of them always brought the highest prices and became the playmate of the man who had invested in them. They were stolen from their tribe and driven across Africa until they ended up on the slave market and were shipped across the ocean in the belly of a cargo ship.

These girls led a life in the shadow of the whip. Either they obeyed their master or they were made naked and punished. They knew that they were desired, but they would never experience love. They had to please their master and serve him. Their breasts were there solely for his pleasure and their orifices had the task of satisfying his cock and quenching his lust.

They came from a hot continent and were used to being naked. But they were torn from their childlike innocence and thrown into a life in which they were merely objects of desire and valued for their feminine charms.

The female slaves of modern times come in all colors. They come from the poorest countries in the world and satisfy the hunger of Western men for fresh meat and ever new charms. A petite Thai girl with a small bottom? A girl from the Ukraine with blonde hair? A Russian woman from Siberia with a hunger for life? A dark brown negro woman with magnificent buttocks? Don’t worry, it’s all there and every wish can be satisfied. And you don’t even have to steal and kidnap these girls. All you have to do is promise them a better life and they come along willingly. Admittedly, their dreams will not come true. But there will also be a master behind them, whose property they are. And he will use many blows to make them do what a woman is made for: to trigger male desire and satisfy male lust.

She was his wife and a woman to his taste. She bore his name and therefore belonged to him. He regarded her as his property and took it for granted that she was there for him alone. She had to cook for him and look after his house. She always had to be dressed nicely to arouse his desire. She had to be ready for him whenever he wanted to make use of her. And she had to obey him if she didn’t want to be punished.

She may not have been the most beautiful of women, but she loved her voluptuous female form. She had a magnificent bottom, which he loved to expose in order to get to the center of her femininity. She had heavy breasts with large buds that became hard as nuts when he played with them. She had powerful thighs that opened obscenely to reveal her carefully shaved pussy.

He was of course aware that a woman like her would soon lose all appeal. Her bottom would become misshapen and her breasts would give way hopelessly to gravity. Her whole body would become soft and flabby. But at the moment she was still young. Her flesh was still elastic and firm. Her breasts lay full and luscious in his hands. Her skin was smooth and lacked any dents or other imperfections. Her lust was unbroken and made her a woman who liked to be taken and who let out uninhibited cries when she reached her climax.

But despite everything, she was a woman and had never lost that childlike nature that many women have, even if they have long outgrown the age of their upbringing and the days of their youth. And he sometimes had to treat her like a child. Whenever she became unreasonable and did things whose consequences she could not foresee. Whenever she was stubborn and refused to obey him. Whenever her fur itched and he knew it was time to give her a good thrashing.

Then it was time to pick up the whip. Then he asked her to expose her bottom and present her protruding buttocks to him. Then he struck and covered her white-skinned flesh with a pattern of bright red welts that quickly swelled up and would take days to subside. He chastised her hard, because she had asked for it. He tamed her unruliness with every single blow. He made her body move violently while she learned her lesson and turned from a rebellious woman back into a good girl who promised him obedience with fervent words and swore never to cause him trouble again.

He never gave her a specific number of blows, but he knew when the point had come when he had broken her will. Then he let go of her. He gave her time to lick her wounds and then gave free rein to his powerfully grown phallus to show her that he still desired her and loved her plump womanhood.

It was a home for girls without parents and she was employed here as a governess. The year was 2902 and it was the time when education still hurt and a governess naturally used a cane to keep the offspring entrusted to her in check. Or a cane, a rod or even a wide, supple leather belt.

Girls still dressed like girls back then. They wore pretty little dresses that barely covered their bottoms when they were young, but were later demurely long and reached just above the knees. Underneath, they wore white cotton panties that were held in place by an elastic band, but were otherwise loose and airy around the critical parts of the body. And, of course, knee-high socks, which were usually made of wool and were terribly itchy. Back then, a girl wore a light nightgown to sleep in. This was worn without panties and usually slipped up as soon as the little girl moved in her sleep.

Tonight it was little Sabine’s turn. She got into a fight with another girl and tore her blouse in the process. Of course, a committed teacher couldn’t let her get away with that. So she went to the girl’s bed, who was just getting ready for bed. She already had the whip in her hand while she gave the little girl a sermon and pointed out the shamefulness of her actions. Good girls simply don’t roughhouse and take care of their clothes.

Sabine was seized by panic. She begged her governess not to punish her. She promised her in all sincerity that she would never, never, never roughhouse again. She had tears in her eyes and begged desperately not to have to feel the whip.

But of course, a serious educator doesn’t let this influence her. So she ordered little Sabine to kneel in front of her bed and pull up her nightgown. She had already taken off her panties, leaving her buttocks naked and vulnerable in the air. She was already quite well developed, her hips had widened and her bottom had taken on clearly feminine curves. The first fluff of blonde pubic hair was showing between her legs and she was obviously ashamed to present herself to her teacher without any covering.

She clenched her buttocks as she heard the swish of the crop. She let out a shrill scream as the first blow plunged into her tender flesh. She howled and screamed as blow after blow reached its target. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a few days, but it would teach her a lesson and she would definitely think twice in future before she got into a street brawl with one of the other students.

A girl had to obey, was his opinion, and if she didn’t, she would get a beating she wouldn’t soon forget. Fortunately, he only had one daughter. But he hated it when he had to use his free time for tedious parenting tasks instead of being able to drink his beer in peace. But his wife was far too lenient with the brat and so he had taken over her upbringing. She had now reached the age when girls become difficult and tend to rebel against their parents. Especially at this age, they demanded a firm hand and only he as her father could give her the strict upbringing that her naughty nature was crying out for.

Mother had told him that the girl had dallied again after more than an hour after school. The food was already cold when she finally arrived home and she had slapped her in the face when she wouldn’t tell him what she had been doing all that time. So she deserved to be punished properly again and as her father and educator, that was of course his business.

Mother had already prepared everything and made her daughter naked. Of course, part of a proper punishment was that she was naked and nothing could stop the full effect of the leather belt. Lately, the little girl had been taking liberties that she wasn’t entitled to. But basically she was a good girl and knew that she had to submit to her fate. So she did what was expected of her. Naked as she was, she knelt humbly before her father, who sat in his armchair and looked down at her with a stern expression. With her eyes downcast in embarrassment, she presented him with the old leather belt that he still had from his father and which was always ready for her chastisement.

She was already showing clear signs of the transformation that would eventually turn her from a girl into a woman. Her nipples had also already enlarged and small, pointed cones indicated that she would soon need a bra. This was probably the reason why he was increasingly embarrassed to show himself naked in front of her father. He resolved to ignore her sense of shame when she was ripe for a rebuke. Rebellious girls didn’t deserve shame and it was ultimately up to her whether she needed to be punished or not.

He put the beer to one side and asked her to lie down on her stomach on the low table. He took the leather strap from her and stood up. His sermon was short, as he assumed that her mother had already scolded her thoroughly. Then he stood to the side of her and let the strap hit her beautifully rounded bottom with a hot hiss. She clung tightly to the tabletop and clenched her teeth. He interpreted this as defiance and hit her all the harder. With a steady rhythm, he lashed out and let the leather reach its target, which by now had begun to move violently, while a loud howl filled the room and there was no doubt that the defiant teenager was suffering from his punishment. It satisfied him to see her dancing under his blows and his mouth twisted into a sardonic grin as his girl’s buttocks slowly but surely turned an annoying shade of red.

She never knew how thoroughly he would chastise her. But he had a sense for when his goal had been achieved and he could send her upstairs to bed to finally start his well-earned evening off.