When the son brings home an exotic woman, it’s different from when it’s the daughter’s foreign boyfriend. The black Brazilian woman or the gentle Thai woman will earn the young man recognition and his father will wink approvingly at him. The daughter’s African boyfriend, on the other hand, is a scandal and only a bimbo will spread her legs for someone like that. It’s not necessarily logical, but it’s exactly what people think.

I grew up in a fundamentalist sect. They preached that all people are equal before God. But when it came to my own family, my actions were often determined by completely different thoughts. At the time, I had chosen a hazel-eyed beauty from the Caribbean who I wanted to marry straight away. Everyone expected that, because sex before marriage was strictly forbidden in those circles. Some of my fellow believers secretly envied me for my choice, as their Christian women were rather boring. But there were also some who spoke out clearly:

That’s all right for a man, but if my daughter came home with a colored man, I’d do everything I could to get rid of her,“ was one of the very clear comments. I knew his daughter, who was only a little younger than me and therefore actually of legal age. She was quite pretty, usually wore rather old-fashioned clothes and seemed quite shy. I knew that her father still used to take the leather belt when it came to teaching her discipline and order.

Some daughters should perhaps even be happy when their parents resort to drastic measures to prevent them from falling into the wrong hands. After all, in an emphatically Christian home, the man is still in charge and a woman is repeatedly urged to be humble and submissive from the pulpit. But while daughters are often spanked, even in fundamentalist circles few wives have to expect the rod of discipline.

An African, on the other hand, sees things completely differently. If he belongs to the Christian part of the world, then he also knows the relevant Bible verses and when Paul writes that the woman must obey the man without ifs and buts, then that is God’s law and a man has the right to demand this of her.

„My husband had a short, braided whip in the house,“ reported one of my religious sisters at the time, who had defied her parents and made the mistake of marrying a man from Nigeria. „It was probably common practice there and it wasn’t just my husband who saw it as his vested right to chastise his wife if she disobeyed him.“ Sarah lived with her husband in Germany, but Jiddeh, as he was called, had made it clear to her from the outset that there would be no unruliness in his house. Anyone who comes from a country where violence is commonplace and a confrontation between enemies can quickly lead to death, considers it normal to assert their rights at home as well.

He must have trimmed her several times. Not only her family knew that. Anyone who took a closer look also noticed. When she wore a skirt that reached down to the floor, although it was perfectly acceptable in the community for a woman’s knee to be visible. A whip like that leaves its mark everywhere. Especially if the woman is unruly and tries to evade her husband’s blows. Then it’s not just the bottom that bears ugly welts, the thighs also show unmistakable traces of the whip.

Sarah was certainly a woman with a mind of her own. But she had a Christian upbringing and always blamed herself when she had once again displeased him and he thought she should be put in her place. But I suspected that she was also regularly well fucked by her Jiddeh, which helped her to quickly forget many a painful experience.

In the post-war generation, mixed marriages were a rarity. It wasn’t until the 60s that the world was gradually shaken up. That was the time when bratwurst was gradually being replaced by pizza and kebabs in Germany. In France, North African Arabs were making their presence felt. In England, it was the inhabitants of the Commonwealth, mainly from India and the Caribbean, who brought color to the streetscape. But it was the wave of immigrants that has been sweeping across the continent since 2015 that caused real problems. Since then, Syrians, Afghans, Arabs and North Africans can be seen everywhere and there is everyday contact with cultures that are completely different and have their very own ideas about the relationship between men and women. Muslims who regard any infidel as fair game. Young men from the war-torn regions of the world who are used to simply taking what they want. People from archaic cultures where a woman is considered a possession and is treated as such.

Africans seem to be a special clientele, for whom a well-coordinated team of smugglers, NGOs and well-meaning helpers pave the way to Europe. Only very few of them are desperate refugees. The most conspicuous are those who appear fashionably styled, wear the best brand-name clothes and always have a high-end smartphone with them. As soon as they arrive, they make their way to the country’s discos, where they meet the local women. Many a blonde teen has had to pay for it with his life when he didn’t show himself willing. But there are also one or two who take a liking to a well-built guy with dreadlocks.

Some young girls who have just crossed the threshold into womanhood think that a negro is still a real guy. He’s completely different from the sissies she usually has to deal with in the schoolyard. A man like him can protect a woman and will even strike if someone gets in his way. This impresses a seventeen-year-old who is hungry for life but still rather naive in her head and has only had her first awkward experiences with men at best. She has been taught that the future is colorful. So you can’t have any prejudices and you have to be open-minded towards strangers.

These girls grew up in a world where there was no one to give them clear instructions. No father to set them rules and no mother to whom they were accountable. Basically, they did not receive a proper upbringing and therefore knew no boundaries, no prohibitions and certainly no beatings.

Prejudices are taboo in the Germany of open borders. No newspaper has the courage to describe certain immigrants as a problem group who have brought a new dimension of violence onto the streets. No one dares to call a girl a slut anymore because she shows herself in public with a Negro. Instead, welcome culture is the order of the day, boundless tolerance and understanding for cultural differences to the point of self-denial. After all, you don’t want to be a Nazi.

That’s why she makes a decidedly self-confident impression, the slim blonde on the fringes of a Hamburg music festival. She is no more than seventeen and wears the typical outfit of her generation. The curves of her firm buttocks form under her jeans, which are skintight up to her ankles, and the hard buds of her small tits can be seen under her summery T-shirt. Her hair is straight and long and reaches far past her shoulders. A young girl who stands out and attracts attention.

But the men’s eyes that scan her body contours with interest do not only show admiration. Quite a few glances also betray open disapproval. The reason is the black youth standing next to her. He is perhaps a hand’s breadth taller than her and probably in his early twenties. But you can never tell with Negroes. His frizzy hair is well-groomed and he is also carefully styled: perfectly fitting jeans, the latest Nike sneakers and a crisp white T-shirt with a print. His hand rests possessively on her bottom. She’s mine, is the unmistakable message and the girl doesn’t seem to mind at all.

I wonder what was going through her mind when she got involved with him? What does she know about him, where he comes from, how he grew up, what he has already experienced? What education did he receive in his home country, what profession did he learn, what opportunities does he have in this country? How did he manage to win her over? How many girls has he already laid – at home, on the run or right here in the neighborhood? Is he in love with her or does he just want to fuck her? Is she his first trophy he’s conquered in white man’s land, or is he hoping to settle down here with her help? Above all, how does he treat her and how will she fare when it comes to the first confrontation?

As a seventeen-year-old, she has probably seen enough porn to know what men want and what is required of a woman in bed. Maybe he wasn’t the first man she’d slept with. But he was probably the first who had plenty of experience and knew how to fuck a young girl so that she would never forget him again. Because girls her age pretend to be experienced and self-confident. In reality, however, they are still full of illusions and like to confuse urges with love. He, on the other hand, has had an adventurous escape. He has experienced things that she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. And he has probably had more than one girl.

In other words, he is a man with experience, while she is still a naïve teenager who has never had the opportunity to get to know the rough side of life.

But she doesn’t actually look like an idealistic, dreamy teenager who believes in multiculturalism and spends her free time helping refugees. She seems more like a daughter from a good family. A spoiled girl who has never thought about anything other than herself. A rebellious teenager who rebels against her stuffy parents and has taken a black boyfriend because it’s a great way to provoke them.

Her parents are far too busy with themselves and have no idea where their daughter is at the moment. This weekend, for example, they are on a spontaneous shopping trip to Milan. The advantage for their daughter is that there is no one in the house who could disturb her when she turns her lover on with her perfect and, above all, white bodysuit.

It is already past midnight when they arrive at the impressive suburban villa where the girl lives. Both of them are already clearly woozy from the alcohol. But only he knows that it was mainly because of the last drink that she is now in such a good mood, almost exhilarated. She almost blew him in the cab and only the driver’s angry objection stopped her. She had immediately run to the bathroom to pee. All women have to pee as soon as they’ve had a drink. When she came out again, she was naked. Her hair hung around her face in wild strands. Her small breasts bounce excitedly as she turns up the music and dances provocatively in front of him.

Of course, he is already rock hard and his cock pops out like a jackknife when he opens his pants. He doesn’t wait long, but simply throws her onto the expansive seating area, spreads her legs and takes a look at what is at the center of male desire. She is shaved. That’s good. He has demanded it of her and she has bent to his will. And she is dripping with wetness. A woman in heat who wants to be fucked. And without any further foreplay, he shows her how deep his cock can penetrate her. And how long a real African can fuck a woman before he finally cums and cums inside her with his eyes bugging out.

She falls asleep on the spot and he looks at her for a while before he too is overcome by sleep. Black women are generally much more voluptuous, he thinks. But a blonde gazelle like this also has its charms. She is open between her legs and you can always see her pussy. And when she gets down on her knees in front of him to stick her ass out at him, her round buttocks part and reveal both openings at the same time.

The next morning, when it was actually already midday, she is woken by a startled cry. Her parents could come at any moment, she shrieks, as she frantically sets about removing the telltale traces of the night. The fact that she is still naked obviously doesn’t bother her. And in her panic, she doesn’t seem to notice that he has become hard again at the sight of her. Instead, she wants him to leave before her old men arrive. She wants him to take the path across the garden so that he doesn’t run into their arms. He senses that he is unwanted and feels anger welling up inside him.

Without responding to her words, he grabs her from behind. He drags her to one of the massive armchairs, bends her over the backrest and immediately penetrates her. She is not quite ready and it hurts her, but he ignores her protests and takes her from behind with violent thrusts. He slaps her bottom with the flat of his hand. Partly to cheer her on, but also to vent his anger and show her that it is he who decides when to go and when not to. He fucks her until she shows no more resistance and makes the sounds he expects from a woman. It is only a short fuck and he comes with a loud moan before he abruptly withdraws from her and wordlessly goes about picking up his clothes scattered around the room and putting them back on. He leaves the house – through the front door, because he doesn’t care what her parents think.

He knows that the white girls are snooty and look down on someone like him. No matter how well he has dressed himself up, most of them don’t even give him a glance. Who is he, a black monkey, a run-of-the-mill negro from the jungle. But he also knows that these cocky geese never want anything else once they’ve felt a black cock inside them. Even his blonde bitch, who thinks she can first get him horny and then just send him away. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do with her yet. But it promises to be interesting.

He had three chickens running at home before he got into trouble and had to leave. Their sale brought in enough to pay the traffickers. But his money is starting to run out and he needs to find a way to raise some more. Maybe he’ll try drugs, because the kids here will take anything that gives them a buzz. Maybe he’ll make her his goldmine too. She’s still young and it should be easy to train her to do anything for him. But the girls here have too much freedom. They’re not used to being put on the curb by a guy. So he would have to work on her.

So far, she had found it cool to walk through the streets with him. He could feel the disapproving looks that were thrown at them. But she seemed to enjoy provoking people. That was probably the emancipation he had heard about. Women who earn their own money and are looking for a man who earns even more. Young girls bouncing from cock to cock, in love with one man today and another tomorrow. Schoolgirls who ran around half-naked outside the disco and called the police in panic if you took up the offer and touched them.

He loved to pat her little bottom. In public, where everyone could see. On the way to the disco, where she is watched by her friends. Whenever he’s with her, because everyone should know that this white girl is his. For example, now on the subway, while she snuggles up close to him and keeps getting kisses from him.

They’re on their way to the movies and she’s wearing one of those tube-shaped dresses that cling to her body like a second skin and are just long enough to cover her bottom. He knows that she is only wearing a thong underneath. When they arrive at the movie palace, the first thing he does is send her to the toilet and demand that she takes it off. She is therefore naked for him as he sits with her in the last row. He pushes her skirt up and asks her to spread her legs. He caresses the insides of her thighs. He knows she likes that. They all like it and inevitably get wet. He checks her reaction and grins with satisfaction as he feels her wetness. He uses the darkness of the movie theater to elicit a slight moan from her every now and then. He arouses her desire, but he doesn’t let her come. All evening long. He wants her to learn that it is he who determines her orgasms.

After the movie, he takes her home. She has to go to school tomorrow and he doesn’t want her to get into trouble. So he drops her off on her doorstep like a good boy. He knows she’s all sticky between her legs now. And he’s sure she’ll lie in her bed later and use her fingers. She’ll be thinking about him and that’s a good thing. She’ll crave his cock and that’s exactly what he intended with his game.

Her parents are rich and she has her own credit card. Sometimes they spend an afternoon at the hotel and she pays with it. The girl at reception tries her best to look professional and not let her disapproval show. He stands impassively next to his slim blonde and somehow feels like a suitor leading a hooker to her room. Except that he makes her pay for the room and not the other way around.

They can’t fuck at the asylum seekers‘ home and at her home it’s only possible when her parents aren’t there. But sometimes she just needs it and a hotel room is the only solution. It’s a big hotel where nobody knows them and their meetings don’t attract any attention. Sometimes they do it there three times in a row until he has pumped himself dry. She seems insatiable and thinks it’s cool that they do exactly what she’s seen in porn. She’s probably the only girl in her class who gets fucked regularly and has already tried all the variations. She’s a dirty little slut and he made her that way.

At some point, she seems to tire of him. She turns off her cell phone for days on end. She doesn’t reply to his text messages. She makes excuses as to why it’s not possible tonight and why they can’t meet up this weekend. She lies to him and pretends. Sometimes he feels like a stallion who is allowed to jump on her when she feels like it and then disappear again as quickly as possible.

until the Saturday evening when he decides to turn the tables.

He knows that her parents are away again. This time they won’t be back for a few days. So he’ll have the whole long weekend to teach his blonde slut a lesson. He doesn’t feel like dancing with her all evening and urges her to go home before midnight. She’s already had too much to drink for a girl her age anyway. He, on the other hand, has deliberately stayed sober this time. When they get out of the cab, she has to hold on to him to avoid noticing how unsteady she is on her feet. He gives her a slap on the bottom, which makes her cry out sharply as her body lurches forward. He hit her hard enough and it must have hurt. But she puts on a good face and giggles maniacally as she regains her balance and turns to face him. She clings to his neck and tries to kiss him. She smells of alcohol and he pushes her away.

It’s going to be a rough night for her, he has decided. He will make it clear to her that he is not the little nigger who listens to her commands and is there to fulfill her wishes. He’s done with his little black whores and he’s going to show this white bitch who’s the man.

When she comes out of the bathroom, he uses a tone of command that she is not used to from him. She is not aware that he has locked the door behind her. So she does not yet know that she will only leave this room when he allows her to.

„Get undressed!“ is his succinct command. He has only been living in Germany for a few weeks and his German is limited to just a few words so far. So they have always spoken in English and she didn’t seem to have a problem with that. But he is attending a German course and she has already spent a lot of time with him explaining the meaning of words and improving his grammar.

She hesitates a little too long to comply with his order. The slap hits her unexpectedly. She loses her balance and staggers to the ground.

„Get up!“ he shouts at her. Her facial expression reflects surprise, but also the first signs of fear. She looks up at him in irritation and stands up hesitantly.

„I said, get undressed. Be quick about it and don’t get me anry!“ he repeats his demand. She decides to play the whore who turns a man on and writhes her body lasciviously as she complies with his request. He watches her with pursed lips and a deadpan expression, excitedly observing how she shows more of her white skin with every move.

Peeling the skin-tight dress off her body is not easy in her anything but sober state. In the end, it lies on the floor as a tangled ball of fabric and she is left with nothing but her panties. They are the minimal kind of panties. It’s actually just a triangle that covers her non-existent pubic area and a few narrow strips of fabric that hold everything in place. Her buttocks are largely exposed and he has to grin when he sees the slight reddening that indicates his first tangible encouragement of the evening. It’s charming how white women turn the same color just because you spank them. Just like how their faces turn bright red when they are fucked to orgasm. A black woman just doesn’t have that pleasure to offer.

He rudely tears the nothing panties off her body and carelessly throws their useless remains into a corner. Immediately afterwards, she takes another blow with the flat of her hand. It hits her thigh and she tries to fend it off with her hands. He grabs her roughly by the upper arm and strikes again, immediately followed by a second and then a third blow. He likes the loud clapping that fills the room.

„Don’t you dare to fight me,“ he whispers in her ear after he has pulled her close to him. „I am your man and if I want to beat you, I will beat you. Do you understand me?“

She nods distraught, while her arms remain in a defensive position. She avoids his gaze, which bores into her eyes like ice. She tries to overcome her alcohol fog and regain her composure. Then she does what women always do in situations like this. She takes flight. She seizes the moment when his grip has loosened to dash for the door and run away from him. But she realizes with resignation that the door is locked and she is denied this escape route.

He beckons her imperiously towards him. She thinks it is better to follow his invitation and comes closer. Another slap smacks her in the face. She staggers to the side, but catches herself again. Her tits perform a delightful dance with every movement. Her knees begin to tremble. He is still fully clothed. She is naked. She begins to realize the situation she is in and that the odds are not in her favour. He can literally see a thousand thoughts racing through her head. He knows that this young white woman is no match for him. She has the body of a woman with everything he likes to see and feel and all the holes that are made for him. But she is actually still a pretty naive thing who has grown up in a sheltered world and has no idea about life. She doesn’t yet know what a man is capable of when his girl thinks she can lead him around by the nose.

She senses the seriousness of the situation. Her black boyfriend for showing off and whoring is annoyed. It seems these Africans can’t take a joke if a woman doesn’t show him the respect they expect. And they simply can’t deal with an independent woman like her. Perhaps she should have broken up with him long ago, after all, he was never anything more than an adventure. But sex with him was simply amazing and she had never really been able to separate herself from his cock. Which is also the reason why she took him home with her and is now at his mercy.

She senses that there is no point in resisting him. But she also knows that a man is a man and will always behave like a man. That means his head shuts down as soon as he sees long legs and a hot ass. And his cock does the thinking when a wet pussy is within his grasp. So far, she had always been able to rely on the effect of her body. She had enjoyed the way the guys craved her and had never been rejected by one. So she changed her behavior and fell back on the tried and tested strategy. She would get through this night safely and then it had to be over for good.

So she pulled herself together. She pulled herself together and took up a position in front of him at a distance. She wanted him to see her in all her seductive beauty. Her small tits with their hard buds. Her flawlessly slim silhouette. Her flat stomach. Above all, of course, her shaved pussy. And her apple-shaped, firm bottom, for which she turned slightly to the side to show off her curves.

„I’m sorry,“ she whispered submissively as she approached him. She covered his face with small kisses while she opened the blue striped shirt he was wearing today with nimble fingers. He wears it casually over his jeans so that she only has to peel it off to reveal his muscular upper body. He has a clearly visible scar, but he had never wanted to tell her how he got it. She kisses him devotedly, rubbing her two firm breasts against his skin. She feels him getting hard and sets about undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He is wearing black Calvin Klein shorts, which she pulls down together with his jeans. His phallus literally jumps out at her and she knows that she now has to devote all her energy to having her way with him.

He enjoys the sight of the naked woman, who is obviously doing everything she can to make up to him. But he hasn’t forgiven her yet and she will have to work hard to resolve the negative feelings she has stirred up in him recently. No matter how she feels about it, he hasn’t thought for a second about letting go of this gift of nature. On the contrary, she will be his girl for as long as he lusts after her. And she will have to do exactly what he wants her to do, not as long as she feels like it, but as long as he wants her to. He knows that she will still be useful to him. She will be his ticket to a new life and he will reward her with many passionate fucks when she enables him to gain a foothold in this country.

She got down on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. He sees her lips close around his hard shaft. Her hands push back his foreskin and her tongue begins to play with his slime-wet glans. It is the most devoted act a woman can offer a man and he enjoys every moment of it. She has her legs slightly apart to keep her balance and he can catch a glimpse of her bald pussy every now and then. When he first met her, there was still blonde fuzz, but she has been obedient and removed it when he asked her to. He wondered what her parents would say if they knew their seventeen-year-old daughter was having sex with a Negro. They would probably be indignant and forbid her to have any further contact with him. Perhaps they would also forget all their liberal principles and give her the first spanking of her life.

You are in her room, which is, as always, a bit of a mess. School books are piled up on a small desk next to an open notebook. The closet is open and he can see crammed shelves next to full hangers. Colorful posters of celebrities hang on the walls. The bed is still rumpled from the previous night. It’s a fairly large bed that offers enough space for two people to sleep and play. He senses that he is about to come and gently but firmly pushes her away.

She looks up at him and their eyes meet. She rises and walks slowly towards the bed. She energetically pulls the warm comforter aside and climbs onto the exposed surface, which is covered with a dark blue sheet. She turns her buttocks towards him and his eyes are drawn to the moist, shiny folds between her legs. He is also still fascinated by her small, firm buttocks. Just a few months ago, he would have assigned such a bottom to a little girl, whereas he would have expected a real woman to have a pronounced, fleshy bottom. But the constant sight of young, white girls had clearly changed his preference. His lips curl into a satisfied grin as he sees the unmistakable redness on his bottom and thighs caused by his flat right hand.

He had actually assumed that she would put up fierce resistance and that his fuck today would be more like rape. But a willingly wet woman is also an attractive alternative. Although: Is she really willing and keen on him or is it more the fear of further beatings that prompted her to give herself to him with her mouth and cunt? He has an idea and decides not to make it quite as pleasant for her as she would probably like.

He has discovered a jar of some kind of cream on the bedside table. He takes it without further ado, opens the lid and dips two fingers into the slippery, greasy interior, which smells quite pleasant but whose application is unknown to him. He kneels behind her and she instinctively understands what he is planning to do to her. She does let out a soft whimper when he spreads her buttocks and boldly inserts a finger into her anus. She also flinches violently as one finger becomes two, lubricating her normally tightly closed opening with a generous amount of cream, but she holds out bravely and continues to push through her spine to invite him in.

His cock is still rock hard and has no trouble penetrating her rear opening. Although he feels her resisting, this only fuels his lust and he slowly but relentlessly penetrates her depths. She moans and it is impossible to tell whether it is a sound of pleasure or pain. But that doesn’t matter to him anyway and he gradually increases his speed to finally take her with hard pumping movements that most women don’t really like. It’s no real pleasure for her either, as she is rather petite compared to his body and her rear opening is stretched to its limits. So it’s more of a pleasure for him, while she rather endures it and is visibly happy when he finally comes after a small eternity and pours himself into her with violent spasms.

She collapses as he withdraws from her and curls up like an embryo, only to fall asleep a few moments later. He goes into the bathroom, cleans his penis and lies down next to her after carefully covering her with the comforter lying on the floor next to the bed. He himself is still wide awake. Thoughts of his escape from Africa run through his mind. Fears of death, which he has suffered at least three times, bring beads of sweat to his forehead. Memories of his hometown and his easy life as a pimp make him think back wistfully. He has left a lot behind and now the only thing he has is a naive white teenager who he has to educate before he can truly become his own.

The next morning, he sends her downstairs to make breakfast. He insists that she remains naked to prevent her from getting the wrong idea and perhaps wanting to escape. He has no desire to have to look for her and perhaps get into unpredictable situations that could be unfavorable for him. So he leaves the front door locked and the girl as naked as he fucked her last night.

He can feel the tension between them. He knows that she would love to run away from him right now. But he also knows that he won’t let that happen. He won’t allow any woman to simply break up with him because she’s had enough of him. Not a black one and certainly not a white one. His three girls at home also wanted to break up with them several times, but he had always used the right measures to stop them. Until they finally realized that they belonged to him and that he would never allow them to just leave. A woman needs a firm hand to know her place.

He knows that it will probably take a while for his blonde to learn her lesson. He is therefore determined to start educating her here and now. She is far too self-confident for his taste. She is conceited and believes she always has to be the center of attention. She is not used to being told what to do by anyone. But she is not as strong as she thinks she is. In reality, she is just a young thing who just needs to be scared a little to make her compliant. A few blows with her bare hand had been enough to turn her into a tame kitten, who threw herself at his neck and sucked his cock submissively to appease him. A good spanking would therefore be the right way to teach her enough respect.

He watches her as she silently eats her breakfast, even though she doesn’t really have any appetite. There is not much sign of the self-confidence she usually exudes at the moment. On the contrary, she has become rather meek and her whole body language betrays an insecurity that he has never seen in her before. He knows that she is feeling vulnerable and would love to put something on now so that she is not completely naked and exposed to his gaze.

He decides to use the carrot and stick method. He wants her to love him and fear him, to kiss him tenderly and to respect him. He wants her to know that she belongs to him and that he will make her scream. From pleasure when he fucks her to orgasm or from pain when he punishes her. And she should receive her first lesson that very morning.

He stands up and slowly walks around the table. Once behind her, he places his hands tenderly on her shoulders. He feels her stiffen as he does so. No wonder, he thinks, remembering the slapping blows she received from him yesterday. He shows her that he can also be gentle with her and strokes her soothingly until her body gradually begins to relax. He lowers his mouth to her neck and lavishes her with a series of gentle kisses. His hands reach for her breasts and he feels the tender, soft flesh as her buds inevitably rise up into small, hard towers. She is beautiful. She feels good. He will not give her up for anything.

„You are my girl,“ he whispers to her. „You will always be my girl. But never try again to run away from me again. Never, you understand?“

She turns to him and looks at him for a long time. Her gaze is serious and the corners of her eyes show the first signs of moisture. She is moved. She knows now that he is damn serious about her. And she senses that he has no intention of simply letting her go. She slowly stands up. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. It is the long, intimate kiss of a woman who loves.

He decides to go one step further:

„Never try to leave me,“ is his warning. „You cannot escape me. I will always find you. I will find you and I will whip. I will whip you real hard, you understand?“

She swallows and presses her lips together in embarrassment. No man has ever spoken to her like this before. She wants to be free, but she actually knows that she can no longer escape him. She has already gone too far with him and he will no longer accept half-heartedness. She senses that she has a big decision to make. Either she has to do everything she can to get away from him very quickly. Or she has to give herself to him. Fully and completely. Without any ifs or buts. She can feel the fierce battle raging inside her. The battle between her head and her body, between her feelings and her mind. Her body wants to feel him. She wants to feel his firm grip when he grabs her hips and penetrates her from behind like an animal. She longs for his hardness, for his relentless thrusts, for the feeling of being loved, desired, taken. And yet she is afraid of him. Of his demanding, masculine nature. Of his big hands, which can be so tender and so energetic. But who don’t shy away from hitting her.

He is the first real man in her life. He showed her what a man should feel like. She experienced her first real orgasm with him. Compared to him, everything she’s experienced so far has just been trivial cuddling sex, so she knows that she will miss him forever if she decides against him now. And she also knows that he won’t just let her leave him. Real men can leave a woman themselves, but they will never allow her to leave them. So she has no doubt that he will make good on his words. He will find her if she tries to escape him. And then he will hurt her. Really hurt her.

But who is she to be so impressed by this Negro? What has happened to her freedom, her independent thinking, her self-confidence that she was always so proud of? What happened to the slim, blonde girl who could choose her friends because all the boys were at her feet? How will her life go on with a black man at her side? How will she tell her parents and how will they react? Her head is a mess

Love should be infinite, her female voice tells her. A woman should never let herself be dominated by a man, says her rational self. I want to feel him inside me, her body demands and she rubs herself against him to be very close to his manhood. Throw him out, call the police, get rid of him once and for all, her mind warns. Let him take me one more time, like he always has, she demands. Just this one more time, she soothes her inner voices that won’t shut up. She hastily begins to undo all the buttons that separate her from feeling his body. His shirt falls off him. His jeans are pulled down. His cock straightens and she knows she will get what she craves. He forces her to the floor. She opens her legs and welcomes him. He thrusts into her and her wetness shows him that she is more than ready for him. She closes her legs around his body. The hard floor makes her feel his hard thrusts particularly intensely. She gasps, feeling a powerful wave surge through her body. Her lips open. She can’t help but scream her pleasure out loud.

He knows that she couldn’t help herself. She has fallen for him and won’t be able to get away from him any time soon. He is not finished with her when she comes. He continues to pump her as her body rears up. He reaches under her. His hands claw into her buttocks and he takes possession of her body, which she has long since lost control of. He waits until she begins to calm down. Then he pulls away from her. He hasn’t come yet, but he will. In his own way. To his complete satisfaction.

He turns her onto her stomach and kneels over her with his legs apart so that he can hold her between his knees. His gaze fixes on her firm, round buttocks, which now present themselves to him in their full splendor and beauty. It is a rather small bottom, actually not much bigger than that of a young girl. The sight of it inevitably makes him think of his little sister. He has spanked her more than once when she deserved it and he always enjoyed seeing her squirm and hearing her shriek. In Africa, it is normal for the older brother to punish his younger sister. After all, he is responsible for her and has to prevent her from doing anything stupid. But this bottom here is that of a white girl. The bottom of a slim, blonde girl who has already reached her full size and femininity. The bottom of the woman he has taken control of.

He reaches for his jeans and awkwardly unbuckles the leather belt from its loops. He wraps the end with the iron buckle around his right hand.

„So you will be my girl? You will do as I say? You will be an obedient girl that makes me happy?“ His words are more like sibilants coming from between his teeth. „Then you must learn, what I will do with you if you make me angry.“

He reaches out and lets the supple leather hit her buttocks with full force. So far it’s been the carrot. Now comes the whip. Mercilessly and without warning. Her pleasurable moans are replaced by a sharp cry. She tries violently to squirm and escape his grip. But he has bent her arms behind her back and grips her wrists with an iron grip. She is his girl and her ass belongs to him. He is determined to show her what will happen to her if she resists him. He wants her to learn how quickly pleasure can turn into pain.

He pulls out again. He enjoys the exciting spectacle of her twitching buttocks. He watches her pelvis rebel wildly and listens with satisfaction to the shrill cry that inevitably escapes her lips when the supple leather hits her skin again. It is one of his principles to only hit a woman below her belly button. That’s why he concentrates mainly on her buttocks, because they are made for punishment. But her thighs also get their share, which causes her to react particularly violently when the leather reaches the particularly sensitive insides.

With a black woman, it’s her violent reactions alone that turn him on. With a white woman, it is also the marks he leaves on her skin. Each blow leaves a clearly visible welt that makes the skin flare up red and swell visibly after just a few moments. After just a few well-placed blows, her bottom is a single glowing surface and the heat must be unbearable.

He knows that she is not used to being hit. Her father has probably never even given her a slap in the face and the bite of a leather belt is the most painful experience she has ever had. So he leaves it at a dozen blows and puts the belt aside. He frees her from his grip and watches with amusement as she curls up and clutches her bottom tightly with both hands. He allows her this moment to process her new experience. He wants the memory of her first real chastisement to burn deep into her consciousness.

But his lust is not yet satisfied. His cock is still hard and perhaps even harder since he withdrew from her. He rises from his uncomfortable position. He bends down to her and picks her up. The living room is just next door and he places her over the back of an armchair. She whimpers slightly as his hands caress her bruised buttocks. He inserts his penis and continues where he left off before. He feels himself slide into her as far as he can go and begins to work her with slow, guided thrusts. It’s a horny sight to watch his cock enter her again and again. He can’t stop himself from spanking her left and right and increases the speed of his thrusts. With a firm grip, he holds her hips in position and fucks her thoroughly before he too is overcome and feels the stream of his juice filling her insides.

He goes back to the breakfast table and pours himself some fresh coffee. He calmly continues his morning meal, then takes a shower, gets dressed and leaves the house without a word. He will wait for her to call him and he is sure she will. Women are like little dogs. Their nature is to forget and forgive. As soon as the pain of their chastisement has faded, they come crawling back and want to be loved. That was the case with his little hussies, who were always particularly cuddly after a spanking. And it will be no different with this spoiled white girl.