„Get the stick, Sarah.“

Little Sarah had just turned sixteen. She was a pretty young girl and her father’s pride and joy. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a mop that danced teasingly with her every lively movement. Her light summer blouse showed the unmistakable signs of growing breasts, while her girlish flowered skirt had difficulty concealing the fact that underneath she had long since changed from boyish slenderness to distinctly feminine curves.

„Did you hear what I said?“

With lowered eyelids, she turned and left the room with despondent steps to do her father’s bidding. Her mother turned a pleading look to her lord and husband, but could barely open her lips to object before she was ordered to remain silent.

„I will not tolerate my daughter contradicting me. Even if she already feels like a young lady, she still has to obey. And if you don’t want to listen, you have to feel.“

This ended all discussion and a threatening silence filled the room until little Sarah finally reappeared and handed her father the dreaded cane, which was used in this house to punish all those who dared to defy the laws of the master of the house

„You know what you have to do.“

With trembling hands, the woman in question, with the help of her mother, set about clearing the dishes from the table from the meal she had just finished, while the other family members sat silently and watched the proceedings with silent sympathy.

It was a large family of three wives and a dozen or so children ranging from infants to an eighteen-year-old son, who sat in the circle with an unconcealed cynical expression on his face, awaiting the inevitable. They knew exactly what was about to happen and automatically moved to the side so that one long side of the large, massive table was freely accessible. The master of the house rose from his chair and took up his position, impatiently letting the bamboo cane, about the thickness of a finger, bounce against his thigh. A young girl, now sobbing unrestrainedly, leaned timidly over the edge of the table, her hands seeking support at the opposite end of the table. The eldest son stared greedily at the swelling curves of his half-sister, which in this position were clearly visible under the light summer dress. But he knew that he would soon see even more.

„Lydia, I wish you to make your daughter ready for punishment.“

The unfortunate girl’s mother, the eldest of the three wives, rose hesitantly but obediently, circled the table and diligently set about lifting her daughter’s floor-length skirt, soaked in tears. She folded the wide material back completely until it lay as a loose ball of fabric over the young deliquent’s upper body.

Little Rebekka was now ready to be punished according to the customs of this house. Her youthful beauty was reduced to two white, firm thighs that merged into flawlessly shaped, round buttocks in just the right place. A deep cleft opened up between them, revealing a pink, wrinkled anus rose, while just below it a light, blond fuzz of hair struggled in vain to hide its secret from prying eyes.

The master of this house was not a man of many words. He had given an order, a female member of his household had shown disobedience and now she was to feel the rod of discipline.

He swung out and let the stick hit the naked flesh mercilessly. The young body immediately reared up, only to return to its prescribed position shortly afterwards. The second stroke reached its target, followed by a third, fourth and fifth, with the chastising hand waiting each time until the young offender had absorbed the pain and obediently held out her exposed backside for the punishment to continue.

Twelve lashes were the usual punishment for female members of their own household. Twelve well-placed strokes of the cane were intended to burn deep into the consciousness of every disobedient woman under this roof to remind her of her duty to obey her master. For the very young girls, a torn leather strap replaced the cane, while female slaves were punished even more severely and bore double the number of welts on their bare flesh if they were allowed to rise after a punishment. As a man of justice, the master of the house made sure that the female members of his family always received the same number of strokes, but relentlessly repeated any stroke that missed its target because the part of the body intended by God for it was not in the ordered punishment position.

For the eldest son present, the punishment of his half-sister was an excellent lesson in how to deal with an unruly woman. And an ideal opportunity to take a good look at the secrets of female anatomy, which he would soon enjoy himself.

After the punishment had been carried out, young Sarah stood up, covered her nakedness again in obvious pain and, overcoming all inner resistance, bowed humbly before her father.

„Thank you father, I deserve my punishment.“

Then she left the room with strangely unnatural movements, followed by her mostly younger sisters, who would soon tend to her battered backside with cooling ointments. The rest of the family also dispersed and went about their assigned tasks. The incident would be forgotten by the evening. And a few days later, it would probably be repeated in exactly the same way.

The master of the house retired to his bedchamber to take a well-earned rest after work. A few moments later, Rachel, the youngest of his wives, entered the room. Under the lustful gaze of her husband, who was twice her age, she slowly unbuttoned the straps of her simple, long dress and let it slide silently to the floor. She slipped into bed with him, where two expert hands immediately took possession of her and eagerly began to caress her soft, young body. Exactly where every woman is receptive to her husband’s tenderness. And in such a way that a short time later she was moaning with excitement under him, while his hard manhood penetrated deep into the moist warmth between her willingly open legs with rhythmic thrusts. It filled her with relief that this time little Sarah had aroused his anger.