The steps of iron-armored men’s boots could be heard outside the door. There was a knock on the door and at Kaiser’s request three men in brown field uniforms appeared. Between them were the two girls, who tried their best to escape the firm grip of their guards.

„I am bringing you two foreign bimbos at your disposal. The brown one here is called Aische. The one with the long black hair …“

„All right, Norbert, I know. You’ve just been on the radio. It looks like the campaign was a complete success once again. Thank you for your good work, comrades.“

The young lads he had just welcomed as comrades were part of the future of the movement. They were the new youth who would one day take over the sceptre in the country to ensure that law and order became respectable concepts again in police uniform. In the meantime, they were kept busy with more or less meaningful military exercises and were allowed to take part in the numerous publicity-generating actions, which were ironically referred to internally as public relations work and which usually involved properly tearing up a Turkish pub, smashing up the furniture in a stoner club or swinging a truncheon in a home for asylum seekers. This kept the young people busy, ensured that they could act out their aggression and gave voters the feeling that they were serious about turning this country upside down.

From time to time, the top management, which included Kaiser himself as well as a number of other industrialists, also devised a very special type of action. They called it the administration of justice and meant targeted punitive actions against individuals who had attracted public attention through some kind of extraordinary immorality. This could be a schoolgirl who had seduced her teacher and thus lost her job. Or a young mother who preferred to hang around in pubs rather than look after her child. Or a foreigner who had taken it into her head to get the coveted residence permit by marrying a local. There was plenty of evidence of such cases, because at party meetings there was constant talk about the increasing neglect of today’s youth and the bad influence exerted on them by the growing number of foreigners. The punishment usually consisted of the woman in question being picked up and taken to an undisturbed place, where she was then given a good beating and then a good shagging. This usually led to an angry outcry in the media, but also triggered secret applause from within the ranks.

Kaiser got up and stood in front of the two young girls.

„Once again, we’ve made the right catch. A Turkish slut all in black. And an exotic slut disguised as a white innocent. In other words, two horny little cunts who have nothing better on their minds than turning the heads of our German youth. But we know how to deal with packs like you. It’s not the first time we’ve got our hands on a few of you. And I promise you that your parents won’t recognize you if you ever get out of here again.“

He approached the Turkish woman and continued with a cynical undertone: „I wonder what the camel driver who fathered you would do to you if he saw you dressed like that.“ His gaze swiveled to the two men who were holding the girl tightly, while his lips twisted into a cynical grin. „Maybe we should just call him over here so he can pick up his fruit.“

„No, please don’t. Please don’t, my lord. My father must not see me like this. Please, please let me go. I will walk home all alone. Please don’t call my father. He will …“

„What’s he going to do?“ Kaiser stepped very close to the little girl so that she could feel his breath as he continued. „Go on, tell me. What’s your father going to do?“ The young girl squirmed sheepishly between the two burly men who held her in front of them with a practiced grip. „I’ll tell you what he’s going to do. I know exactly how you do it. He’s going to take his belt out of his pants, right?“ A timid nod was the answer. „He’s going to take his belt out of his pants and beat the shit out of you with it, am I right?“ She sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of what was quite obviously the truth. „Your fat ass will be green and blue when the camel driver is done with you. And you won’t know where to sit on it for days. Isn’t that how it is, you little bitch? That’s how you do it with women who don’t cover their bodies up to their hair, isn’t it? If the woman doesn’t do it, then Ali will give her a good spanking, and not too short. No matter whether it’s the daughter or the wife.“

Kaiser clearly enjoyed scaring the teenager and seeing her go into a violent crying fit and start shaking all over.

„And you?“ He turned away from the sobbing heap of misery and turned his gaze to the other girl, who had been watching the scene with wide, frightened eyes. „What’s it like at home? Go on, tell us. Tell the young gentlemen what the curry-eaters do to young girls if they don’t make a move. Maybe they can learn something, in a cultural exchange, so to speak.“

The group fell into derisive male laughter, while the person addressed obviously didn’t really know why.

„Do you also have the strap?“

The young Asian woman showed no signs of movement. Her eyes remained seemingly empty and impassive. However, Kaiser’s experienced knowledge of human nature did not fail to recognize what was actually hidden behind this seemingly impassive mask. For example, he noticed her upright posture, which made her two perky breasts stand out in a challenging way. And he saw her lips pressed together into a thin line. It was all a little too self-assured and defiant for his taste. Especially when you thought that, despite all her charms, this was ultimately just an asylum bitch who had probably grown up in some dirty slum in South-East Asia.

„Answer me, I asked you a question,“ he snapped at her, grabbing her hard by the chin and pushing her head down so that she had to look him straight in the eye. „What’s your father going to do if you don’t get your act together?“

She kept her lips firmly closed and steadfastly refused to make a single sound. Not a howl. No whimpering. Simply nothing. Kaiser took a step back. His eyes wandered unabashedly over the tracksuit, the color of which was now anything but white and which clearly showed that she had been sleeping in it all night. He studied the contours of her body with relish, which were easy to make out under the tight-fitting stretch. Then he grinned slyly.

„So the lady prefers not to answer. Well, that doesn’t matter. We’ll find out what we want to know.“ Completely unexpectedly, he rushed forward, gripped the elastic band of the training pants with both thumbs and, before the surprised girl could show any reaction, he had pulled the garment down for her. And not only that, but also the pink nylon panties she was wearing underneath.

The defiance in her eyes had now given way to open terror. She began to struggle violently against her guards, making shrill noises and swearing in some language that no one in the room understood anyway.

„Bring her over here!“ Kaiser walked resolutely towards the large sliding door that led to the next room. There was his private office, which, in keeping with the style of the house, was furnished with heavy oak furniture and a massive, large desk. He sat down in the brown leather armchair behind it and beckoned the group towards him while he cleared all the utensils from the massive table top.

Practiced, strong arms dragged the violently reluctant young girl over and laid her belly down across the polished table top. Two specially prepared leather straps with solid brass buckles appeared and were immediately placed around the little girl’s slender wrists. Two more leather straps emerged from underneath the desk, which were firmly anchored to the underside of the tabletop about a meter apart on the left and right. At their ends were massive snap hooks, which were nimbly hooked into the shackles, which were fitted with an eyelet. Finally, the girl’s training pants were completely removed so that she was naked from the navel down. A few moments later, her slender legs were also shackled and tied to the massive desk.

The whole process had taken barely five minutes and the result was such that Kaiser could only smile with satisfaction. With his legs spread vulgarly, he lolled in his comfortably reclined armchair and let his eyes wander over a sight that he had enjoyed countless times before, but which always evoked the same tingling satisfaction in him. A young, very pretty girl was stretched out on his oak desk. Her arms spread out and strapped down. Her legs were open and also secured in solid leather straps. Her small, firm bottom was naked and her body was angled over the edge of the desk so that her provocative curves were on full display.

„Disobedience has never paid off, my dear,“ he began his sermon. „And defiant girls have always had to pay for their rebelliousness. I am convinced that this experience is nothing new to you.“

He noticed with satisfaction that the first tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, while the defiant expression on her face had given way to desperate pleading. Then he waved to the two other men with the Turkish woman and gestured for them to come in too.

„I asked you a very simple question, little girl. So simple that even you could understand it. I asked you to tell us something about your childhood. I asked you several times to tell us about the upbringing of young girls in faraway Sri Lanka. But you preferred to be stubborn.“ He looked at one of the two young men who had tied up the girl and were now standing there with their arms crossed, grinning and unable to take their eyes off the black mossy cunt that was now all too clearly presented to them.

„Peter, I think you should see if this young lady’s backside gives any indication of the kind of upbringing she’s had.“

The man in question stepped forward and leaned over the girl’s exquisitely presented body part, while he was clearly struggling to get rid of the hard-on in his pants. He patted the exposed flesh, pinched it a few times and of course did not ignore the black bush at the base of her thighs, fingering it unabashedly and finally said:

„I can’t see anything, boss. There are no visible traces.“

„Thank you Peter, dismissed. So we have no choice but to hear the answer from her own mouth. Obviously it’s been a while since the head of the family last cracked down. But I’m sure there have been plenty of reasons to do so with such a rebellious hussy. So let me ask you again. Do you usually draw your scythe with the strap?“

There was a tentative hint of a shake of the head.

„Well, why not now? If you had answered before, you wouldn’t be lying here on the table now, showing off your naked ass to four young men. However, your head shaking is actually not enough for me. We are all very interested in foreign cultures and are dying to know more. So tell us now what your old man would do to you if he found out which elevator you hang out in at night in the city. So it’s not the belt, we know that now. But what is it then? Is it a whip?“

The spontaneous reaction was to shake his head vigorously.

„Aha, now we’re getting closer. It’s not the belt. Neither is the whip, although neither would be out of place on you. There’s really only one thing left. The good old cane. No wonder, really, because that stuff grows down there with you.“

He grinned with satisfaction. „So our little tramp here is used to getting a few with the bamboo cane if she doesn’t parry?“

This time, thick tears rolled down her cheeks and fell as wet drops onto the polished oak panel.

„I understand you find it difficult to talk about it. After all, it’s not a pleasant thing to be reminded that you’re in for a painful beating with a bamboo cane at home.“

Kaiser stood up slowly. Directly behind him was a small sideboard. He opened the two hinged doors of the obviously valuable, antique piece of furniture and revealed its contents. As expected, the contents immediately caused unmistakable horror in the girl’s eyes. Lined up neatly side by side was a collection of canes of various lengths and thicknesses. From thumb-thick canes for particularly serious cases to pencil-thick canes for occasional use for minor offenses. A select assortment, just like you would find in the principal’s office of any school.

„What do you guys think, which one should we choose? I mean, she’s a bit too delicately built for the really fat one. It’s more for strong women and big butts. This one might be more suitable, but it’s perhaps a bit too firm to start with. After all, there should still be an option to make the punishment more severe. I suggest we start with this one. Only as thick as my little finger, but all the more flexible.“

He took out a bamboo stick about a meter long and gave it a sharp, testing swish through the air. A sound that, as expected, caused the light brown young body to twitch instinctively. He walked around the desk to finally be able to enjoy the sight that his people had been enjoying all this time. Meanwhile, the helpless girl began to whimper softly and followed his every move with eyes widened in terror.

„Yes, what’s the right choice? Our little fruit is equipped with two excellent, round hemispheres, don’t you think? Just right for a fatherly spanking. Just made for the singing bamboo.“

He ran the tip of the cane playfully over the tightly stretched skin, traced the deep furrow in between and, of course, did not miss the opportunity to run the flexible wood between the wide-spread legs. Exactly where he suspected what he thought was common property for everyone to use on a foreigner.

Then, without warning, he lashed out and let the yellow pipe hit the firm flesh with a bright splash. He perceived the shrill screeching of his pupil as if from afar, greedily devouring the sight of the writhing thighs and cheeks. He concentrated on marking the lightly toned skin with deep red, flaring welts. He gave her a good dozen stern blows. He transformed the defiant little girl into an unrestrained, screaming bundle of twitching muscles.

Just as unexpectedly as he had started, he stopped again. He put the cane back in its place with feigned stoicism, carefully locked the cupboard and was fully aware of his authority when he gave the order:

„Let this be her first lesson in what to expect if she doesn’t behave like a foreigner’s bitch here. Untie her again and lock her in one of the rooms. And take that Turkish slut back to the stables and give her a good shagging. After this experience, she’ll be willing to do anything to avoid a beating herself.“

He took his seat at his desk again and watched smugly as his boys untied the helplessly sobbing girl, as she hurriedly pulled up her panties and then her tight training pants to cover her exposed lower curves, how she was energetically grabbed by the upper arm by eager young men and led out of the room with apathetic sobs, and how finally the massive door of his study slammed shut and the clatter of coarse lace-up boots echoed somewhere in the lower part of the house.

Quite a pretty thing, he thought contentedly and couldn’t help a cynical grin flitting across his lips. Slenderly built with the right curves in the right places, firm thighs, tight little ass cheeks and a lovely little snatch that seemed to be just waiting to be widened by a hard man’s cock. He was already looking forward to teaching this Asian fruit what she was destined for in this country and imagined the next steps in her education process. The two heart-shaped globes that he had just made hot played a central role in his fantasies.