Having received bad grades, a schoolgirl doesn’t dare go home because the cane is waiting for her. A maid is caned for breaking a vase. An apprentice is slapped on the spot because a customer has complained. The buxom maid is whipped because she didn’t want to please the farmer. The young wife finds herself exposed over the kitchen table because she has contradicted her husband. Such scenes are familiar at best from old books. And yet there are regions in this world where they are anything but unimaginable.

The slave girl

She knows what awaits her and yet she has refused him. She is a slave and she was still untouched when she was sold. But she is unruly and her new master knows that he has to break her will before he can have any pleasure with her. So he seizes her and drags her into the big barn. She is to receive her first lesson from his hand. And he wants to teach her that it is not a slave’s place to decide yes and no.

He is a man in his prime. She is just a woman. A young woman. A desirable woman whose body is ripe for a man to take possession of. It is easy for him to tie her up, even if she resists with all her might. In a few moments, she will know what the rope hanging from the ceiling is for. Her hands are stretched upwards as it is pulled upwards by his strong arms. Her body stretches until she can only touch the ground with the tips of her toes. Her whimpering indicates that she has realized what is about to happen to her.

He takes a knife and expertly removes the simple dress she is wearing. It only takes a few moments and her young body is free of all clothing. Her breasts are round and firm. Her ample bottom is an invitation to a man who wants to bring a young woman to heel.

He moves away from her and fetches the braided leather whip that is ready for such occasions. She knows what she is being punished for and so he wastes no words in telling her. He reaches out and sees how the supple leather winds around the part of her body that the master has shaped especially plump for this purpose.

She screams. She shrieks. She whimpers. She writhes under the effect of his whip. He gives her enough time after each stroke to fully savor its effect. He wants her to learn the lesson he writes on her body. He will give her a week to think about her no and he is convinced that she will be like putty in his hands when he takes possession of her. If not, he will chastise her again.

The Slave Trade Act (An Act for the Abolition of the Slave Trade) was passed by the British Parliament on March 25, 1807. The Act abolished the slave trade in the British Empire, but not slavery itself. Slavery was abolished in the USA in 1865. The practice is still alive in the Arab world and has been revived by the Islamic State in particular. Apart from that, it is mainly labor and sex slaves that are known today. However, no country openly admits to slavery and the slave trade.

The schoolgirl

The small Caribbean island had been largely spared the effects of the war. Only occasionally did a warship appear on the horizon, but it was obviously not interested in the small tropical paradise. As a result, life went on as usual and this was determined above all by the British crown, which regarded the island as its colony and had placed public life under British law.
The highest educational institution on the island was a high school run by Anglican nuns. It was strictly divided into a Boys High School and a Girls High School. As in all schools in the British Empire, the girls wore school uniforms consisting of a blue skirt and a white blouse with the school crest. And as was customary in England, strict rules and rigorous discipline prevailed here, which was maintained by the almost daily use of the cane.

This is exactly what Betty feared when she sat on the wooden bench next to the principal’s room. She deliberately made her wait a little while, because she considered the uncertainty and fear of punishment to be an important element of sustainable education. She knew that the girl was now sliding restlessly back and forth on the polished wood, imagining in all the colors of her imagination what was about to happen to her.

The little girl was already in the last class and the principal could clearly see that her transformation from girl to woman was already well advanced. In fact, her body already showed all the characteristics of a full-grown woman, from overly pronounced breasts to recognizably feminine widened hips.

It was these girls that the principal was particularly taken with. In her eyes, they were still children, even if they walked around the schoolyard with proudly displayed breasts and imagined that they were already real women. She therefore insisted on continuing to treat them as children and not to take any feelings of shame into consideration when it was time to let one of them feel the cane. Because punishment at this school was carried out according to old English rules. And that meant using the cane on the bare buttocks. For both boys and girls.

Betty had shed all feminine pride as she stood in front of the principal’s mighty desk. She stood there with her shoulders slumped and her eyes lowered humbly, awaiting her sentence. She wordlessly endured the sermon and showed increasing anxiety as it became clear that the time for words was coming to an end and the moment was approaching when the head of the school would take action.
The girl was asked to remove her school uniform. No, not just the skirt, but also the blouse. She obeyed, even though it cost her a great deal of effort, and finally stood there with a questioning look in her white bra and matching cotton underpants. She really was exceptionally well-developed, the principal realized and looked at the girl’s breasts, which were restrained with a brassiere for good reason. That’s why I’m going to beat the living daylights out of you, she said to herself and slowly stood up while her eyes continued to inspect the student’s body.

She went to a cupboard and took out a cane, the length and thickness of which seemed suitable for the girl’s swelling buttocks. Then she ordered her to remove her panties. Not only that. She was also to place the brassiere neatly next to her on the desk.

The plump breasts sagged slightly as they were released from their support. Betty turned around and showed herself from the front. Tightly curled hair had formed where her thighs came together. Betty was a mixed race child and therefore had much lighter skin than most of the girls at the school, who tended to be darker brown in color. This gave her an overall higher reputation at school, as everyone knew that her father was an Englishman who had married a nut-brown beauty and had probably stayed here on the island for her sake. However, her reputation would get her nowhere here. To the principal, she was a student who had disobeyed a ban and nothing else. And she would teach her not to do that again so soon.

The principal told the now naked pupil to fetch the infamous chair from the corner and place it in the middle of the room. She did not have to be asked to bend over the back of the chair and grasp the two front legs with her hands. It was the usual position for a schoolgirl to adopt when her exposed rear end was ripe for a reprimand.

Betty’s buttocks were fleshy and expansive, as befitted a young woman with negroid genes. They parted slightly as she assumed the required position and the principal wondered once again if it was a special intention of the Creator to endow the women in this part of the world with such pronounced buttocks. After all, the people here did not necessarily tend to be industrious and hard working. Perhaps it was God’s indication that the female sex in particular was to be subjected to especially strict discipline.

She swung out and after a short hiss, the cane landed exactly where it was supposed to. The room was filled with an unrestrained shrieking and the exposed body of the delinquent was sent into a wild fidgeting and rebellion. The teacher waited a moment for the girl to calm down again and then took another swing. The cane made them all scream, she thought. Some expressed the pain they felt from the very first stroke without restraint. Others gritted their teeth at first and then burst into heart-rending weeping. Some could not control themselves and jumped up after each blow, even though they knew that this would automatically increase their punishment.

This was only Betty’s third time here and she seemed to be trying hard to take her punishment without any major incidents. She had earned twelve strokes and that was exactly the number the principal had given her. Then she put the cane back in its place, took her seat at her desk again and watched with a deadpan expression as the girl awkwardly put her clothes back on and left the room with a polite curtsey.

In the Federal Republic of Germany, caning was still permitted for teachers until 1973 (in Bavaria until 1983). In British schools, caning with the cane was officially permitted until the 1990s. In some of the successor states to the British colonial system in Asia and Africa, it is still practiced today. It is not uncommon for a special cane to be used, the function of which is to present the student’s buttocks and thighs in the best possible way for punishment. In some countries, particularly in America, the so-called paddle is still used in some schools and there is a recurring discussion as to whether it should be introduced in all states.

The maid

A farm in the mountains is a place where you are on your own. The cattle. The family. The servants. Here the farmer decides what to do and what not to do, because it is his land and it is his God-given right to rule it as he sees fit.

He is a man who presides over his family in a manner pleasing to God. He keeps his wife and children in discipline and order and everyone is afraid of incurring his wrath. For he is a husband who demands his rights. And he is a father who takes the Lord’s advice very seriously and brings up his children with the rod. The rod is for the children, according to his firm rule, his belt for the wife and the whip for the servants.

Gesine knows what it means when she is sent to her chamber in the middle of the day. She knows what the farmer means when he orders her to get ready. She is one of six young maids who work on this farm. She was an orphan when she was taken in and she is grateful to have found food and shelter here. The farmer is a kind man who has a heart for someone like her. Someone who has nothing and has lost both her parents to boot.

The farmer is a kind man. But he is also a strict master who not only leads his own but also his servants with a firm hand. The young lads, he realizes, generally do their duty and follow the instructions they are given. But it’s different with the women. You have to keep a constant eye on them. They tend to gossip and become careless if they are not afraid of punishment. And they need to be punished regularly to teach them humility and maintain their diligence.

He had his eye on Gesine in particular. A buxom thing who had just undergone the miraculous transformation from girl to woman. The farmer knew that she was seized by a voluptuous restlessness and that her senses were urgently demanding a man. And he was determined to be that man himself. That is why he reacted with unrelenting severity when he caught her once again indulging in her dreams and looking after the young lads instead of doing her work with the necessary diligence.

He had taken her in like a daughter. But she was not a daughter. She was his maid. And she was a young woman who needed to be reined in. Above all, his manhood craved her flesh, to which he believed he was entitled. And it was his intention to make her a willing playmate who could give him the pleasure he had not had with his wife for a long time.

He held the short leather whip in his hand as he opened the door to her chamber. She had already assumed the expected posture. Her face was buried in the pillows and he knew she was red with shame. Her body was bent over the solidly carpentered foot of the bed. Her bottom was the highest part of her body and presented itself obscenely invitingly to her master’s gaze. He had taught her to assume exactly this position when he wished to punish her. And he had ordered her to expose herself completely and show herself in the most shameless way a woman is capable of.

It was a short strap whip that he used to use on his maids. And he was of the opinion that only the female buttocks were suitable for feeling its punishing effect. He reminded her again of the reason for her punishment and immediately proceeded to mark her fleshy bottom with a dense pattern of red welts. He kept up a steady rhythm and only stopped when he was sure she had learned her lesson and couldn’t sit for a few days without moaning. Her screams had certainly been heard throughout the house, but he had only stopped when she had learned to control herself and only a moan escaped her lips as her fleshy body writhed anew under each stroke.

When the hissing of the whip had stopped and her pain gradually began to turn to heat, she rose ponderously. She knelt in front of him and humbly kissed the hand that had just reprimanded her. He knew that it would not be long before he would take possession of her.

The Prussian Servants‘ Code of 1810 regulated the duties and rights between the lord and his servants. Women were particularly affected. A fifth of the female workforce registered around 1900 were employed as maids. The servants were subject to police supervision and had to be at the complete disposal of the lord. The lordship had the right to chastise them. The right to corporal punishment was abolished throughout the German Reich on January 1, 1900.

The daughter

She was the youngest of three daughters and, like all the others, she had certain chores that she had to do regularly without being explicitly asked to do them. One of them was to look after the large clay floor vase that stood right next to the front door of her parents‘ house. This meant she had to throw the thin willow rods, which were kept there in a very decorative way, onto the compost heap and run down to the stream to cut new rods.

The path to the stream led past some neighbors and the young girl was embarrassed every time she had to walk it with a huge bundle of willow rods under her arm. Sometimes she earned knowing looks from adults or had to put up with the mockery of the other children. But she cheekily stuck her tongue out at them, because she knew that they also got a thrashing at home, even if only a few parents used willow rods.

Dhe individual branches had to be carefully stripped of any foliage and she also made sure that they were completely smooth and without any protruding parts. She knew all too well that any uncleanly separated leaf style could nick the skin and leave bloody marks. She had seen it with her sisters, who often couldn’t sit properly for days after a spanking. And she had also experienced it first hand. So she spent a lot of time examining each individual branch carefully before putting it in the vase.

Their mother was a strict woman with her hair tied back tightly. Nothing escaped her notice and she always found out when one of the girls had done something wrong. Sometimes the three of them even had the feeling that she had magical powers and could even see through walls. Besides, there was no point in lying to mother, because she immediately sensed that something was wrong and kept digging until she found out the truth. Then she slapped her face twice, followed by the dreaded sentence: wait until Dad gets home.

The mischief always started after the dinner together. As soon as the dishes had been cleared away, the parents sat opposite each other and mother reported on what had happened during the day. She was very precise and didn’t leave out anything that the girls had done wrong, omitted or even done.

It was the task of the youngest to fetch a bundle of willow branches and tie them together at the thicker end with a string to form a rod. This was then handed to the master of the house with a polite curtsey and he took action. She herself had only felt Father’s punishing hand once before. In his eyes, she still seemed too young for a proper chastisement and he left this task to her mother. She then took a single willow branch, laid her youngest daughter across her knees, flipped up her skirt, pulled her panties down to the back of her knees and wordlessly administered half a dozen lashes.

Her sisters were a few years older than her and were treated as adolescents are treated. If one of them deserved to be punished, she was asked to take off her skirt and bend over your large wooden dining table. Mother then slipped her panties over her bottom, pulled them down to her ankles and removed them. Father attached great importance to a girl being able to move freely when she was being chastised.

The punishment is carried out without much ado and with great severity. Normally it was half a dozen willow rods that did their work. Some of them thicker, others thinner. Depending on how the youngest sister had arranged them.

The chastised woman reared up violently and kicked her legs wildly. But her mother held her tightly so that she had no choice but to endure the punishing blows to the bitter end. The result was a glowing red bottom covered in a tight pattern of thin welts, some of which stretched down her thighs. Then it was off to bed and the next morning everything was as if nothing had happened.
Raising a daughter was a task that only ended the moment she left the house and was no longer under her father’s supervision. That was the way all the fathers here handled it, even if some insisted on a wide leather strap and others were convinced of the proven effectiveness of a cane.

Until the 1970s, corporal punishment was probably the most common educational tool for children in the western world. It was usually carried out with the flat of the hand, a leather strap, a carpet beater, a rod or a thin cane on the buttocks of the child or adolescent. In Germany, all corporal punishment in child education has been banned since 2000. In many parts of the rest of the world, however, there are no regulations or the parental right to physically punish their offspring is even expressly enshrined in law.

The apprentice girl

These were the busy years after the war. The bombed-out cities came back to life. People worked hard because they wanted to be able to afford something. People thought conservatively and the cane still prevailed in schools. A daughter didn’t need a great education because she was destined to get married anyway. She should therefore learn something practical. Home economics, for example. Or dressmaking. That was good for a housewife, because men appreciated women with practical skills.

Renate’s parents were happy to have found a good apprenticeship for her. The leading local fashion house was looking for an apprentice for its in-house tailoring department. The sign in the shop window said she should be a pretty girl with nimble fingers. The young lady should have good manners, as she would occasionally have to help out in the store, explained the trainer as she showed mother and daughter around the tailor’s shop, which was located at the back of the store. The mother was convinced and Renate seemed to meet her expectations. So an apprenticeship contract was drawn up.

Apprenticeship years are not master years, it was said at the time, and apprentices were at the bottom of the company hierarchy. They had to do the jobs that the others were too good for. And they had to deal with strict supervisors who paid attention to discipline and order. After all, this was the school of life and those who had successfully completed it could call themselves journeymen and were ready for the world of work.

„As you can see, there are a good dozen young girls under my management. We are a demanding establishment and I can’t let the ladies get away with anything. I therefore expect my apprentices to be diligent and conscientious. If one of them shows a lack of concentration or delivers sloppy work, she gets a few slaps in the face. If she even ruins an item of clothing that our customers have paid a lot of money for, I’ll get out the strap.“

Renate’s mother heard the instructor’s words and nodded in agreement: „You can take it easy on my Renate. We brought her up with the necessary severity and she knows what happens to girls who disobey. Her father usually demands that she gets free downstairs when he has to punish her. So don’t hesitate to do the same to her.“

Back then, the good old order still existed. There was respect for the authorities, the police, the teacher and the supervisor. It was therefore in the nature of things that a master was allowed to reprimand and even chastise the apprentices entrusted to him and no one questioned this.

Renate was a rather quiet girl. She was used to doing what she was told. And she had grown up in a religious home where great value was placed on manners and decency. Of course she still lived with her parents and of course she was still their daughter, who demanded to be brought up. Her father’s old leather belt hung behind the kitchen door and she knew exactly how it felt.

But Renate was also a typical young girl. An adolescent, as they said back then, who was prone to unreasonable behavior and therefore had to be reined in from time to time. And she was also a little dreamy and sometimes just not in the mood. This was already the case at school, where her thoughts were often elsewhere and not on the subject matter. And this soon became apparent when she started her new apprenticeship.

The girls in their first year of apprenticeship were only entrusted with simple tasks. Adjusting the length of a skirt here, shortening a pair of trousers there. Things that a prospective seamstress quickly learned and practiced to the point of fatigue. Renate was also occasionally allowed into the salesroom to take measurements from customers who wanted to alter their existing wardrobe or a newly purchased dress.

After just a few weeks, the first mishap occurred. A customer had unexpectedly turned around while Renate was busy fixing the turned-up skirt hem with safety pins. In the process, a safety pin got caught in the lady’s nylons and of course immediately created a run. Damage for which the fashion house naturally had to pay compensation – and a reason to reprimand the apprentice.

„Get up,“ was the terse order from the instructor, who had of course been hurriedly brought in to take care of the matter. While the customer looked angry and reproachfully presented her ruined stocking, the young girl stood up with her head red and stammered an apology. But in those days, you knew what you owed a dissatisfied customer and so the clumsy apprentice was slapped on the spot, which resounded loudly through the salesroom and caused the unfortunate girl to stagger violently to the side.

„You can be glad that was your first mistake, Renate. Next time you won’t get off so lightly,“ she was later told when she had to listen to a sermon in the instructor’s office.
She was often slapped in the face after that. Mostly for minor mishaps where there was a difference of opinion as to whether they were really the apprentice’s fault. But in those days, apprentices did not dare to contradict their master if they had been accused of misconduct without good reason. And they didn’t say anything about the incident at home to avoid the risk of being punished again. After all, parents didn’t hesitate for long back then and a strict upbringing was considered the only way to put a young girl on the right path.

Even when the worst thing that could happen to an apprentice had happened, Renate kept quiet and didn’t say a word about it at home.

She had been really inattentive and had been very careless with the scissors. As a result, the dress she was supposed to alter was no longer usable. She knew that she would be punished for this. Each of the other apprentice girls knew it too, as most of them had already experienced a similar situation. But none of them felt free to talk about it openly and so Renate didn’t know what she was in for when she was summoned to the instructor’s office.

The office was equipped with a large window through which the instructor could keep an eye on what the trainee girls were up to at all times. If she noticed two of them chatting too often instead of concentrating on their work, she was quick to intervene and put an end to the improper behavior with two slaps on the face. If she noticed that one of them had obviously done something wrong, she would tell them to come to her office.

These were the moments when the door to the indiscreet window was closed and each of the other apprentices knew that she was about to be punished.

It was Renate’s first time. She knew that she was now due for a stern lecture and endured the stern lady’s angry words with her head bowed. But these words ended abruptly:

„Remove your skirt, Renate,“ was the order. „The skirt and the panties too.“

Renate was shocked. But she was too well brought up to resist. At home, she had had to bend over the head of her bed while her father stood there with the leather strap in his hand to chastise her. So she was very familiar with the procedure. Still, it was something else to have to expose herself to a strange woman. But, as I said, she obeyed and did what the others had probably also had to do.
„Come to my desk,“ was the next order. Renate did as instructed and took up a position directly in front of the desk. She felt her luscious pubic hair touch the edge of the desk and felt a light breeze brush across her buttocks, which were now free of any covering. Good thing I’m not on my period now, was the only thought that came to her mind.

The instructor looked at her silently, her lips pinched tight with determination. She stood up, opened a cupboard and took out a large, cylindrical cushion, the kind normally used as a headrest for a couch. She placed it on the desk and let it roll directly towards Renate’s body.

„Bend over it,“ was the command and the girl did not hesitate to comply immediately. The padded roll provided her with a certain amount of comfort, but she was also aware that her exposed bottom was significantly raised and now formed the highest part of her body. But somehow she felt more comfortable being chastised by a strange woman than having to present herself to her father, to whom she was certainly revealing more of herself in this position than was appropriate for an almost grown-up girl.

The instructor opened a drawer in her desk and took out a wide leather strap, which must have had its permanent place there and had been specially made for its purpose. It was a fearsomely thick, yet very supple leather, a good three fingers wide and an arm’s length long. She let it slide through her palm with an expression of satisfaction, then walked slowly around the desk and stood to the side of the girl.

„You’re made for a good spanking, my dear,“ were her words and Renate could hear the gloating undertone: „Hold on to the edge of the table. If you leave your position, I’ll start all over again.“

She swung out wide and let the leather hit the exposed buttocks of the apprentice with a loud slapping sound. A bright red welt immediately ignited there, spreading across both buttocks and accompanied by a barely suppressed scream. The tormented girl instinctively clenched her buttock muscles as she clung to the edge of the table with desperate determination. The deeply furrowed cleft in her bottom, which had previously allowed her instructor a fairly generous view of both her orifices, narrowed convulsively into a tight crack. Her legs began to kick uncontrollably and her entire lower body reared up.

Yes, it was definitely true. Renate was a girl of rather small stature, but nature had endowed her with a truly magnificent bottom. The teacher was secretly looking forward to the fact that the girl’s three-year apprenticeship would certainly provide them with many more reasons to take care of her bottom. A bottom that seemed to be crying out for a good spanking. She was sure that her father would definitely take great pleasure in disciplining his daughter as often as possible.

She loved to let the girls savor every stroke to the full. So she waited until the little girl had calmed down and her buttocks muscles relaxed again before she lashed out again and reignited the same spectacle. She gave little Renate twelve sharp blows in this way. Not because she insisted on this number, but because it took her so long to make her entire bottom and the adjacent thighs glow.

„Put on your skirt and go back to your work,“ were her last words before she sat down at her desk again and picked up some document, as if the visit from the apprentice had only been an annoying interruption.

She had a total of eight girls under her control. Every single one of them had been chosen by herself and was exceptionally pretty. And each one had already lain across this desk and writhed under her leather strap. She was a strict but also a fair mistress, taking into account the fact that the female anatomy differed greatly and that justice demanded that a petite, slender apprentice girl be punished differently from one with a more womanly body. This was evidenced by the fact that her desk drawer contained not only the leather strap she had just used. Rather, there was a whole collection of similar punishment instruments that a local master furrier had made for her with a twinkle in his eye.

Until the beginning of the 20th century in the German Empire, it was not only the household and court servants who were subject to the lord’s right of chastisement. Apprentices were also subject to the master’s right of chastisement. This right to „paternal discipline“ of the master towards the apprentices (§ 127a of the Industrial Code) was only abolished in 1951.

The convent pupil

Bettina von Hörmann was one of those people who always bounced back even after a bad run of luck. She was known as a strict teacher at the local girls‘ grammar school and was as much appreciated by the parents as she was feared by the pupils. During her abundant free time, she also gave private lessons and took care of pupils whose parents shared her distinctly conservative idea of education. In such circles, it was known that Frau von Hörmann’s hand was loose and private lessons at her home rarely took place without tears. Her name was therefore traded as a kind of insider tip whenever a girl’s transfer was in acute danger and her parents did everything, but really everything, to make the seemingly impossible possible.

But the signs of the times did not look good for a teacher of her stature, who herself came from an extremely strict family and was actually only condemned to the teaching profession because her parents had lost all their possessions in East Prussia. Bettina von Hörmann therefore belonged to the impoverished aristocracy, without this changing her innate arrogance. In her eyes, people were anything but equal. For her, the world still consisted of masters and servants, mistresses and maids, and she was convinced that the lower classes had to be treated as such. She therefore found it extremely difficult to accept the omnipresent egalitarianism that was gradually becoming acceptable, even among educators. And she was one of the staunch opponents of education without punishment, which was propagated by a well-known educator called Summerhill and fell on more and more listening ears. When it was finally frowned upon at her school to use the tried and tested cane, the time was ripe for Bettina von Hörmann to look for another field of activity.

She found what she was looking for in an orphanage for girls, which was run by the church and housed in an old convent just outside a small district town. The director of the institution was a venerable matron who was already advanced in years and had made it her last task to find a worthy successor for the job that had become her life’s work.

The two women immediately sensed that they shared similar values and had exactly the same views on raising young girls. In addition to the still high number of war orphans, the orphanage’s pupils were mainly girls who were difficult to raise and had outgrown their single mothers. In addition, there were more and more divorce orphans who had been sent to a home by the youth welfare office.
Attached to the home was a home economics school where the young ladies, as they were called here, were familiarized with the skills that would be crucial for a future wife. For the woman is there for the sake of the man, as the Holy Scriptures teach, and a church orphanage naturally felt obliged to provide the masters of creation with obedient wives who had been brought up in the spirit of faith and therefore knew what was proper for a woman.

Bettina von Hörmann was given the position and thus became the head of an educational institution that was run entirely in the spirit of the church and, even in the twentieth century, still cultivated the same educational practices that had proven their worth over the millennia. Traditionally, the state did not interfere in the practices of the church and so the dedicated educator was able to do as she saw fit and as the venerable church appreciated, unimpressed by current fashions.

If the pupils of the home had secretly hoped that a more worldly spirit would enter their daily routine after the departure of the old matron, they were soon proved wrong. Mrs. von Hörmann not only did everything she could to maintain the existing order. She was also a woman who seemed to have her eyes everywhere and without hesitation resorted to drastic measures to encourage the girls entrusted to her to be diligent, moral and decent.

Annegret also felt this one day. At the age of eighteen, the girl had already fully matured into a woman. But the age of majority was still twenty-one at the time and so she had to hold out for a while longer in the dark convent, which was dominated by bitter nuns and an aristocratic headmistress.

As is not surprising for a girl of her age, Annegret naturally had a keen interest in boys and developed the wildest fantasies as soon as a male being was spotted inside the monastery walls. She paid particular attention to the young gardener who had been assigned to look after the ornamental plants in the monastery garden during the first mild days of spring. She therefore did everything she could to get close to him as often as possible and attract his attention with a coy smile.

But, as I said, nothing escaped Bettina von Hörmann and so one evening the head of the home found herself in the dormitory where the older girls were accommodated, who had already completed their schooling and were busy from morning till night washing and ironing mountains of bed linen that were delivered daily from the hotels in the region.

„So you think I haven’t noticed the lecherous looks you keep giving the young gardener. And you think I haven’t noticed you constantly offering to run errands just so you can arrange to run into him.“

Annegret felt caught out and turned bright red. It was time for the evening inspection and she was somewhat surprised that it was not carried out by a nun dressed in black as usual, but by the head of the home herself. She was already wearing her white nightgown and, like the others, was standing next to her bed awaiting the evening procedure. Mrs. von Hörmann looked at her with a penetrating gaze and the threat in her words could not be ignored.

„Lie down,“ was the curt command, which the girl obeyed immediately. She was already relieved and thought that the matter was over. But she was wrong. Mrs. von Hörmann seemed to have prepared herself for this moment. As if out of nowhere, she conjured up two hemp ropes and stepped up to the girl’s bed with them.

„Your hand,“ was all she said and Annegret held out her right hand, which was immediately grabbed and expertly tied up. The other end of the rope, which was perhaps a meter long, was wrapped around the side frame of the solid iron bed and carefully knotted. She did the same with Annegret’s left hand.

„Just a little precaution, my dear,“ was the ironic comment: „We don’t want our lascivious girl to sin and secretly lay a hand on herself under cover of darkness. For the time being, I will personally make sure that your fingers can’t do anything stupid.“ With that, she turned away, instructed the rest of the dormitory to lie down as well, switched off the light and left the room.

Annegret was now forced to sleep on her back all night and she also had to give up her little secret pleasure. Strict morals prevailed in a Catholic reformatory and any sign of immorality was nipped in the bud. And in the eyes of these people, „laying a hand on yourself“ was pretty much the worst thing a girl could do. Apart from sex before marriage, of course.
What Annegret didn’t know was that she had become the victim of a cleverly orchestrated action that would have far-reaching consequences. Because of course she couldn’t banish the young man from her thoughts. Of course she still looked for every opportunity to see him and be seen by him. And of course, one day, what is bound to happen happens when a young man meets a young woman whose beauty he simply cannot ignore. At some point, the two not only smiled at each other. They also kissed secretly and nobody knew what else they were doing together while they met in the tool shed, where only the well-worn garden tools witnessed their activities.

But nothing happened without intention and a game was being played here in which not only the young gardener, but also Annegret and Bettina von Hörmann played their part.

Not forgetting Arne von Recksiek. The respected aristocrat was virtually unknown to the public. But he was the owner of a small business empire whose products could be found in practically every household. A man who did not seek the public eye, but who was undoubtedly one of the wealthiest in the country.

Von Recksiek had paid Bettina von Hörmann a visit shortly after taking up her post here at the convent. As she learned on this occasion, he had obviously maintained close relations with the home’s management for many years and had often taken a pupil into his care as a domestic servant. He also made generous donations to the home from time to time, which made him a welcome guest behind its walls. This time, however, he had come with a special request and it was of a very delicate nature.

Only Mrs. von Hörmann knew that the young gardener was actually Hartmut von Recksiek, the industrialist’s eldest son. He was to marry a daughter from a good family in the foreseeable future, which the family had unanimously decided without the son knowing about it. But Arne von Recksiek was a far-sighted man who left nothing to chance. He therefore wanted his son to have ample opportunity to let off steam before he entered into a relationship with the woman his family had chosen for him. And he wanted his son to develop a taste for a very special family tradition that was, in a way, a hallmark of the von Recksieks. In this family, only the men were in charge. A woman had to be pretty, represent, bear children and obey. And if she didn’t do the latter, she had to learn this virtue the hard way. For a true von Recksiek was not only a passionate lover who took pleasure in pleasing a woman by every trick in the book. He also found great satisfaction in reprimanding her with a stick in his hand when she showed signs of recalcitrance.

Hartmut should develop a taste for this practice. He was to experience first-hand how arousing the sight of a young woman writhing helplessly under the blows inflicted on her by an authority figure was. And he was to be given the opportunity to work off his youthful, impetuous sex drive on this very girl and learn what it means to subjugate a woman. That was why the young man was here and why it was exactly in line with the secret plan when Annegret’s unbridled desire for the first lover of her life flared up.

Of course, the two were caught. Not the first time, but only on the fifth secret rendezvous, when Mrs. von Hörmann could be sure that the girl was about to commit the unspeakable sin. And of course she was made an example of. Not publicly in the courtyard of the convent, however, as was usually the case with such outrageous incidents, but in the headmistress’s punishment room and in the presence of the young man she was so passionate about.

„Sit down, young man. I want you to witness how we deal with a young girl in heat who can’t keep her desire in check.“ The man addressed instinctively sensed that the words of the head of the home were the prelude to an experience unlike anything he had ever had before. Although his father had often beaten up his younger sister, it had always happened in the privacy of his study room and the poor girl had never confided in him what she had experienced there. But this was the punishment of an eighteen-year-old and he had been invited to witness it with his own eyes.

The punishment room was directly adjacent to the home manager’s office and was only accessible via this. It was a bare room, furnished only with the most necessary utensils. Against one wall was a row of chairs that were obviously intended for spectators or waiting delinquents. On the opposite wall there was a brown-stained cupboard and in the middle was a wooden frame, the purpose and function of which was not yet entirely clear to the witness of the forthcoming scene. The windows were barred and the door was locked.

„Take your clothes off, Annegret.“ The words were clear and yet they seemed too unimaginable for the girl to whom they were addressed to provoke a reaction. So she hesitated while her eyes wandered indecisively back and forth between the stern-faced woman and her friend. It took a while before she realized what kind of situation she was in. There was no way of escaping. No matter how she reacted, she would not escape punishment. And even if she was deeply ashamed, Hartmut would witness her humiliation.

„Well, what is it? Are you going to obey or do you want me to undress you? But I’m warning you, afterwards your dress will be in tatters and your punishment will be twice as severe.“

Annegret realized that she had no other choice. She kept her head down in shame and felt herself blushing as she reached back to undo the small row of buttons at the neck of her dress. The dress was summery and loose-fitting and fell to the floor without a hitch after she slipped it over her shoulders. A quick glance, but she only looked into silent, waiting faces and let out a soft sigh as she got it over with as quickly as possible, removing first the bra and then the panties.

Frau von Hörmann had been keeping an eye on her boyfriend rather than the girl. It had not escaped her notice that a clear bulge had developed in his work clothes. That didn’t surprise her, because any young man would get a hard-on when his beloved undressed in front of him to reveal everything he had at best only felt so far.

„Go to the punishment bench and lie on your stomach on the pad.“

So it was a punishment goat, Hartmut thought, and gradually he realized what was about to happen. Annegret had never met him before. She hadn’t even known that this room existed. But she didn’t need much imagination to realize what it was for and what position she had to take.

The trestle essentially consisted of an upholstered lying surface covered in brown leather on four solid feet that were firmly bolted to the floor. The surface was inclined, with the front end significantly lower than the rear. The rear end also had a thick bulge, the perfidious function of which would only become apparent later. Hartmut felt animalistic lust creeping up inside him as he watched the girl climb onto the buck naked as she was and assume the only position that could be taken on it. The back end of the buck was facing him, giving him an ideal opportunity to look between her legs and study the muscular play of her firm buttocks.

Frau von Hörmann wasted no time and immediately set about strapping the young girl, who could already be described as a young woman, into her position. She placed a wide leather belt around her waist, which fixed her upper body firmly to the surface of the bed. The bulge-like elevation in the area of her hips raised her bottom considerably, putting it in an ideal position for her punishment. Both of the girl’s arms were strapped to the sides of her front feet. Her legs were fixed at the back of her knees and spread slightly so that her pubis was exposed and her lover had an unobstructed view of her pink pussy, which shone clearly between her blonde frizzy hair. Her spread buttocks also revealed more of her than she was probably aware of. Hartmut knew that he would cum on the spot if he laid a hand on her now.

Ms. von Hörmann ignored him and concentrated fully on her task, which she intended to complete in the most impressive way possible.

She had chosen a multi-tailed strap whip. This instrument had two decisive advantages that seemed particularly important to her in this case. Firstly, the force of each blow was distributed over six thin leather straps, which could be quite painful but did not cause any serious damage. And then each individual strap conformed exactly to the contours of the body and some of them penetrated intimate regions that could not be reached with any other instrument of punishment.

„You’ve acted like a nasty tramp and I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.“ These were the last words spoken before a sharp hiss was heard, ending in an ominous noise and a shrill scream. The victim tugged wildly in her bonds, but there was nothing she could do to change the fact that her lower body was at the mercy of the whip’s bite.

Hartmut flinched when the first blow hit its target. But his excitement had not diminished. He watched spellbound as the whip rose again and hit its target with exactly the same effect. Annegret let out a wolfish howl as her unprotected bottom, at the mercy of the leather, was covered in a network of thin welts. Frau von Hörmann was a master at wielding the cane, leather strap and whip. She not only aimed at the sinner’s fleshy buttocks, but also targeted the girl’s firm thighs. And she allowed the odd leather strap to get lost between her legs and buttocks, eliciting particularly shrill screams from the girl.

In the meantime, Hartmut discovered a completely new inclination in himself. He should have been shocked and prevented the girl he had kissed and grabbed between her legs less than an hour ago from being chastised so severely. But his body reacted completely differently and he would have liked to take the whip out of the headmistress’s hand and hit her himself. Frau von Hörmann saw the expression on his face and knew only too well that his male instinct had been awakened, so she had fulfilled the first part of her mission and turned Hartmut von Recksiek into an enthusiastic flagellant who would seamlessly join the ranks of his ancestors.

She therefore let go of the girl without being able to say how many blows she had given her and calmly proceeded to free her from her bonds again.

„Report to Sister Walburga. She will take you to the cell where I will lock you up until further notice. And you, Mr. von Recksiek, can go home now. Your father will be pleased with you and I am sure that you will also have reason to be pleased.

This completed the first act and three weeks passed before the next step was announced. In the meantime, Annegret had been allowed to leave her solitary confinement and mourned her boyfriend, who had never reappeared since her chastisement. Frau von Hörmann knew that she secretly masturbated at night, while she remembered the touches of her first lover and could almost feel how his hands had lovingly and passionately explored the parts of her body that made her a woman. It was the first time that a man had shown her that he desired her and she knew that she would never forget the experience.

When she was summoned to the home director’s office, she set off with mixed feelings. Her memories of the punishment rack were still very vivid and she expected nothing good from this Frau von Hörmann. She was all the more surprised when she heard that a certain Arne von Recksiek, an influential man and important industrialist, had asked for her and wanted to take her on as a domestic servant at his country estate. But that was not all. She also found out that this Hartmut, who she couldn’t get out of her head, was called Hartmut von Recksiek in full.

„You’re lucky to have such influential friends,“ she said with a smug undertone. „As your guardian, I have of course agreed and you will pack your things tomorrow and start your first job.“

She was in high spirits when she got out of the cab the next day, which had dropped her off in front of a truly imposing estate. And she felt butterflies in her stomach as the heavy iron gate opened as if by magic and she walked up the carefully gravelled path to the entrance with her small leather suitcase in her hand. A butler dressed in black was already waiting for her there, who first looked her up and down with a disdainful look before asking her to follow him.

She was taken to a building a little away from the actual country house and found herself in a sparse room that was to be her home from now on. She would be sharing it with four other house servants, she learned from the otherwise decidedly distant-looking man, who had not spoken a single word to her on the whole way here. He asked her about her clothing sizes and then left her with a curt „Wait here!“.

There was an iron locker on one wall where the employees probably kept their personal clothing. One door was open and the key was in it. She therefore assumed that the clothes rail and the empty laundry compartments inside were intended for her and immediately began to stow her few belongings inside. She also discovered a bathroom with the necessary facilities for personal hygiene: a toilet, a shower and a washbasin.

The door opened and in walked a young girl in the typical uniform of a housemaid. She introduced herself as Annika and carried a pile of clothes. Annegret learned that she also lived in this room and had been instructed to help her new colleague get dressed. She immediately put her trust in her and was not shy in complying with the request to undress completely. The first thing she was given was a pair of black panties, whose wafer-thin material felt almost luxurious compared to the cotton panties she had been wearing so far. They were French panties, she was told, and was told that all the girls here wore them. She picked up a black skirt, which was probably also part of the usual dress of a domestic servant, as Annegret concluded from the fact that her new colleague was dressed in the same way.

„It’s too wide,“ she complained when Annegret had put it on. „Otto insists that our skirts fit perfectly without creasing.“

„Otto?“

„Yes, the butler you’ve already met. He is our superior and the only one who is allowed to speak directly to the master. But watch out for him. He is very strict and has a cane that he likes to use when there are complaints.“

Annegret felt an unsettling feeling in her stomach when she heard this. But she reassured herself with the thought that her Hartmut must be somewhere nearby. However, almost a week would pass before her longing was fulfilled and she finally got to see him. She was busy dusting the countless vases and objets d’art that populated the prestigious living room of the von Recksiek family when Hartmut, accompanied by the butler, stood under the door.

„Annegret will be at my disposal until further notice,“ he informed the house servant, who was as taciturn as ever, and approached her.

She could just see the butler discreetly close the room’s double doors before she landed in the strong arms of her long-lost lover, whose hands immediately began to feel every curve of her body as his lips pressed hard against hers. The very next moment they were rolling around on an expansive leather couch and Annegret experienced the demanding desire of a man for the first time without having to hide and fear being discovered.

He had provided a bottle of champagne and said that there was probably no better reason to celebrate than this moment of their reunion. So, for the first time in her life, the little orphan Annegret became acquainted with a drink that she had previously only known by name.

Annegret sensed that Hartmut would have loved to undress her on the spot. But she was anything but comfortable. Was it appropriate for a housemaid to have an affair with the landlord’s son? For a tiny moment, she felt like Mrs. von Recksiek who was at her husband’s beck and call. But she quickly dismissed the idea and straightened her skirt again when he left her for a moment to pour her and himself another glass of champagne.

„Come on, let’s go to my room,“ he said and she followed him. As she made her way along the many corridors and stairs, she hoped she wouldn’t bump into any of her colleagues, as it somehow seemed inappropriate to be found in such an intimate relationship with a member of the family.

His room turned out to be a separate apartment, which was located in a side wing of the country house and radiated an almost unimaginable luxury for Annegret. There was a cozy couch here too, which Hartmut headed for unerringly in order to pull Annegret, overwhelmed by all the wealth, possessively into his arms. She must be all wet down there already, she thought for a moment as she felt his lips covering her face, nose, ears and neck with countless wet kisses. She hardly noticed that he had already slipped one hand under her bra while he was vigorously kneading her buttocks with the other. It was only when she found herself in his strong arms while he pushed the door to the bedroom open with his elbows that an initial alarming feeling spread through her, a kind of inner voice that whispered clear warnings to her. A reflex that caused her to wriggle out of his grip and put some distance between herself and him. It was all happening too quickly. She was not prepared for this. It couldn’t happen now. After all, they weren’t married yet and a decent woman simply doesn’t do that.

But she was no match for him. He stepped resolutely towards her, while she took small steps back from him and appealed to his reason with pleading looks. In the end, she felt the foot of the large bed against her calves. She lost her balance and sank backwards onto the bed to assume the exact position she had never actually wanted.

He followed her and she tried to prop herself up on her elbows and push her body away from him. But he took up a kneeling position above her and pinned her between his legs, making any further defense seem pointless. His face expressed determination as he pulled her up to him to bring her to rest with a demanding kiss. Of course, she immediately melted and her arms wrapped around his torso to hold him tightly and intimately. But her mind continued to signal resistance, which she struggled to suppress.

He slowly let go of her. He looked into her eyes for a long time and she glowed with happiness, so that she didn’t even notice how he opened her white uniform blouse button by button. He slipped the richly decorated garment over her shoulders and she allowed it to slip uselessly from her body. In a flash, he put both arms around her and proceeded to unclasp her bra. She felt the heaviness of her breasts sag slightly and instinctively clenched her hands in front of her chest to stop him from completely exposing her. He tried to loosen her embrace, but she resisted him resolutely. Her body demanded him, but her head kept trying to hammer into her that she was doing the wrong thing.

„Smack her.“

The voice came from the background and Annegret only realized at that moment that she was not alone in the room with her beloved Hartmut. There in the corner, in an expansive armchair, sat the master of the house, Arne von Recksiek, sipping a cognac with relish as he watched the scene with an expert eye.

Before Annegret knew it, Hartmut had lunged and his flat right hand slapped her in the face. Her head was thrown violently to one side and she instinctively stretched out her arms to fend off another attack. Hartmut seized the opportunity and grabbed the bra, which had become unstable, to throw it carelessly into a corner of the room. He had no eye for the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and looked at his conquest with a lustful gaze. She had pleasantly large breasts, but they were firm enough to only reluctantly obey the law of gravity. Above all, he had her in the palm of his hand and would take what she had to give.

„And now the rest,“ he heard his father say.

Her skirt had ridden up dangerously high, exposing two taut, white-skinned thighs that looked like a signpost to the treasures that lay hidden higher up. He knew that these uniform skirts could easily be opened with a zipper and did just that. He then pulled energetically on the tight-fitting fabric, which resisted at first but could then be pulled down with ease.
The advantage of French panties was that they didn’t form a tight seal between the legs, but always slipped somehow, providing an arousing glimpse that almost prompted a man to remove this last item of clothing as quickly as possible. That was exactly what he wanted to do, but he met with her determined resistance. With a firm grip, her fingers clawed into the wafer-thin fabric and a battle ensued between them for the last bastion of female shame.

„Hit them!“ This time, the instruction from the background sounded almost like an order.

He knew he had to do it. If they’re not willing, then you have to beat them, his father had taught him in a confidential night-time conversation. Sometimes the flat of your hand is enough. Sometimes it had to be the leather strap and if nothing else helped, the cane had to leave thick, swelling welts.

He lashed out and landed a slapping blow on her right thigh, followed by another and then another. She turned to the side and curled up. This in turn presented him with the sight of naked thighs, which became increasingly fleshy towards the top and then merged seamlessly into two pronounced buttocks. So he continued to elicit a series of sharp sounds of pain from her, while the attacked area of skin became increasingly red.

When he had reached a feeling of satisfaction, he let go of her. He turned her onto her back and once again clamped her outstretched legs between his knees.
„Lift your ass and take off your panties,“ were his words and he watched with satisfaction as she hesitantly, but ultimately obediently, followed his order. The panties also flew into a corner and he had her naked in front of him, just as he wanted her.

„Bend your legs,“ was his next request, which she also complied with hesitantly but willingly. He slid closer to her, pushed both legs far to the side and took plenty of time to look at her pussy, which was surrounded by light blonde frizzy hair. She was not the first woman he had inspected up close. But this one was particularly seductively endowed. Her pubic hair shone treacherously and he knew she was ready for him against all odds. They must know that they must obey you, were his father’s words and he knew they were the words of a wise man. But concentrate on your bottom and thighs as you rebuke them. The heat of your spanking will penetrate to her very core and you will get a willing woman who is dripping for your attention.

He turned her onto her stomach, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her vigorously towards him. His knees made their way between her legs, so that she presented herself to him with her legs slightly apart and shamelessly revealed everything she had to show. A woman could not assume a more humble position, his father realized. In this position, they are all woman and there is nothing they won’t reveal to you.

She had buried her head deep in his fluffy feather bed, while her hands clutched the ornate brass bars at the head of the bed. Her buttocks gaped apart and there was a seamless transition between the deep furrow with its wrinkled anus rosette and the second opening, which formed the end of the pleated landscape and was intended solely for the penetration of a man.

He slipped off his trousers while his gaze remained hypnotically fixed on the young woman’s body. His penis rose up quickly and he didn’t hesitate for a moment to put it to its intended use. Her small, sharp cry told him that he had taken her virginity. But it didn’t seem to have been too painful for her, because her body soon reacted exactly as you would expect from a woman in heat. She pushed herself rhythmically towards him and clearly enjoyed it when his powerful member penetrated deep inside her.

Like spurring on a racehorse by beating it with a riding crop, he used both hands to work her tightly stretched buttocks. He knew that it was the mixture of pain and lust that drove a woman to climax, and he was determined to give this inexperienced and previously untouched young lady the first real orgasm of her life. His cock would teach her that a man feels completely different from rubbing fingers. And from now on, she would not only go through life with the awareness that she had turned from a girl into a woman. She would also spend a lifetime craving this feeling of pleasure and do everything she could to enjoy it again and again.

Her climax came quickly and violently and she seemed to shed all shame as her body reared up and uninhibited screams escaped her lips. Almost simultaneously, he pumped his seed into her and let go.
His father had gotten up. He was now standing next to the bed and reached for the phone on the bedside table. „We’ll send her down to you in a minute, Otto,“ were his words, „Leave her alone today. But tomorrow at the latest, you should give her a lesson in obedience. You already know what I mean.“

Hartmut pulled his pants back up and climbed off the bed. Both men left the room. The father patted his son appreciatively on the shoulder. „You’re already quite good with your hand. But they only learn to be afraid of you under the riding crop.“

The year was 1906, and in the convent schools, sinful pupils were made docile in order to become a worthy vessel of divine grace. In the orphanage, there were four strokes of the cane for repeated chatter. Six strokes with the leather strap for forgotten writing utensils. Boorish behavior was punished with the strap whip and a girl who did not show the expected diligence was made to scream with the hazelnut whip. These educational methods were still commonplace up until the 1950s and even lasted into the 1960s, particularly in Catholic homes.

The whore

Madame Fournier was the lady without whom no properly run brothel could function. She had a gracious nature and made every visitor feel personally welcome. But the girls knew that this appearance was deceptive and that she could turn from the friendly, caring madam into a woman to be wary of in the blink of an eye.

„Come with me, Aurelie,“ was her curt instruction as the young girl entered the salon, still slightly drowsy. She had only been placed with her a few weeks ago and obviously came from the lowest strata of the city. But she was a very pretty thing and, despite her young age, already had exactly the characteristics that sophisticated older gentlemen appreciated. And older gentlemen were the audience Madame Fournier specialized in. Men in their late fifties who had a lot of life experience and usually had very specific wishes when it came to choosing a girl to satisfy their desires.

Voremost, they had to be young. But not so young that there was nothing feminine about them yet, but grown-up in the physical sense, but not yet twenty in terms of age. Young women, in other words, who were almost still girls and knew how to impress with the kind of youthful freshness that every man appreciates, who perhaps had an ageing wife at home or was simply looking for a fountain of youth to give him fresh vitality.

Madame Fournier’s girls were submissive and therefore exactly what a man in his prime would appreciate. They knew that they were condemned by fate to serve paying men with their bodies and, above all, they knew what awaited them if they did not fulfill this task to their satisfaction.

Aurelie was wearing a sheer rather than covering negligee and stood up languidly when she was called. In just a few years‘ time, she would be plump and shapeless and would probably no longer be able to captivate a man. But at eighteen, even a plump girl is still an eye-catcher and pleases with her feminine forms, which every man likes to hold in his hands while he ends the evening with a stimulating amorous hour. Madame Fournier waited until the girl had passed her reception desk and then followed her to the back of the establishment.

Firm thighs, two round buttocks and breasts that showed no sign of sagging. Madame Fournier was pleased with her latest acquisition. However, she knew that the girl still needed some fine-tuning to fulfill her task not only with dedication, but also with the necessary attention to detail. But this was actually a completely normal process when dealing with young girls who lacked not only life experience, but also the knowledge that distinguished a real whore from a common wife.

The small room at the end of the long corridor was rather notorious among the girls. If Madame summoned one of them there, either a serious conversation was in the offing or there would be bitter tears. In any case, a girl would return from that place with her head down. Sometimes she was glad to have escaped punishment once again. Sometimes she bore the unmistakable marks on her body that a severe punishment leaves on young skin.

Aurelie was not actually aware of any guilt and was rather relaxed about the upcoming session with Madame Fournier. She rolled her buttocks in a correspondingly unconcerned manner, which, according to old experience, was a sign that the person concerned had no guilty conscience and therefore feared nothing bad. When someone knew she was about to be punished, she had a completely different gait. Then she imperceptibly pinched her buttocks together and the sight of her lost any erotic aura.

Madame took a seat on a softly upholstered chair with ornately turned armrests. She asked the girl to take off her only item of clothing and come closer.

„Open your legs,“ was the instruction, which of course the little girl followed immediately. Well-groomed fingers glided over the thick bulges that formed the area between the girl’s thighs. Madame Fournier knew that all fat girls had such particularly pronounced outer labia. They charmingly hid what characterized the female body in this area and made it a very special pleasure for a man to go on a voyage of discovery with his fingers or tongue.

She slid between the outer pubis and felt the moist inside. Of course she was wet. One touch was enough and these lustful young things signaled the readiness that was expected of them. But Madame Fournier didn’t want to know that. She ended her intrusion into the girl’s private sphere and brought her fingers to her nose. A slightly disgusting smell wafted towards her. An unmistakable sign that the little whore had not taken her personal hygiene very seriously this morning. She didn’t let it show, however, and asked the girl to turn around and bend far forward. No, she wouldn’t lower herself to putting her nose near the part of her body that most people didn’t even call by name. Instead, she pulled the girl’s two protruding buttocks apart and first carried out an external inspection of her cleanliness. However, this provided no discernible reason for complaint. So she slipped on one of the latex gloves provided and penetrated the depths of her anus, making her way into the pink rosette that provided a secure seal at this point.

She didn’t need to bring the glove up to her nose to realize that the girl had taken a rather superficial approach here as well and hadn’t bothered to clean more deeply. Most gentlemen would probably not even notice. But there were also guests with special preferences who would definitely take offense if a girl didn’t shine with absolute cleanliness.

„You will now clean yourself up as a proper woman should, Aurelie. Go to your room and don’t come back until you are completely fragrant and give a man no cause for complaint. I’ll deal with you later.

The girls knew why they were sometimes punished on the spot and other times sent away to squirm under Madame’s riding crop at a later date. They knew the function of the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the front of the room. And most of them had already been at the service of a regular guest with their mouths while he gleefully watched the chastisement of a young female creature who obviously deserved to have bright red welts drawn on her flawless body.

„Lie down over the bench,“ Madame demanded of the buxom Aurelie when she was ordered back into the infamous room in the early evening. Of course, she had had to undress beforehand and was standing in the room with all the vulnerability of her naked body when the order sounded. Her eyes were already red and thick tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her body was shaken by quiet sobs. But she knew that she had earned her punishment and now had no choice but to endure an indeterminate number of blows. So she obediently walked to the hated punishment bench to take up a prone position on it.

Behind the glass pane, meanwhile, petite Camille was busy getting the still weakening cock of an elderly gentleman in the mood, who had made himself comfortable in a sumptuous armchair and was watching what was going on in the room next door over a glass of old Armagnac.

The punishment bench was an anatomically clever design. It was not only tilted slightly forward, which placed the delinquent’s bottom in an advantageous elevated position. It was also much narrower at the back so that the unfortunate woman could position her legs to the left and right of the lying surface with some degree of comfort. The resulting wide-legged position not only opened up her buttocks in an ideal way. The girl was also deprived of any shame, which made particular sense when the punishment was carried out in front of witnesses. As a special advantage, the designer of this piece of furniture had probably also considered that lovers of the whip in particular had the opportunity to apply their lashes in such a way that they also reached those parts of the body that were known to be particularly sensitive. A feature that was particularly appreciated by worried parents who had to deal with a lustful daughter who did not have the self-control to keep away from the sin of self-abuse.

For Aurelie, it was once again the painful riding crop that caused her to scream out her pain at the top of her lungs after just a few strokes. It was therefore a good thing that Madame had tied her hands to the punishment bench beforehand, which was fitted with two solidly anchored iron rings especially for this purpose. As the experienced manager of her establishment, she knew that it was extremely inconvenient for a tormented girl to keep trying to escape her just punishment. But she also knew the advantage of a bottom that was not significantly hindered in its urge to move. A demanding voyeur appreciated it when this part of the body began to move violently without the crop being prevented from reaching its fleshy target.

Camille was relieved when the old man finally showed the desired reaction and her lips had to deal with an increasingly stiff member. He seemed to enjoy the spectacle and was downright disappointed when it ended after just a few minutes. But Madame Fournier appreciated the lavish amount of money that rang in her till before such a performance. However, she did not lose sight of her most important asset and that was her girls, who could not be permanently damaged if they were to find the unreserved favor of her temporary lovers.

Lascivious women who have been brought to the police or caught in the act of sin are to be taken immediately to the women’s tower on the Staden. There, each of them shall be given a severe caning for the first time. They are to be executed in the punishment room in the vaults of the tower. For this purpose, the harlot is to be laid over her shoulders, her skirts are to be pulled up like her shirt, but her slips are also to be pulled down, on top of which the chastiser is to strike 25 powerful blows on her bare ass, so that she feels it painfully in her sinful flesh. But no shackle shall be used, so that no bone shall be broken, but a hazel whip of the thickness of a little finger and 5 feet in length, which shall be sufficiently stored and kept soft in a salt vinegar pickle.

The Muslima

She was a matchmaker. In a society where women could only be seen in deep veils, she performed an important task and was valued by fathers as much as by men of all ages who wanted a wife. It was a society in which men and women could not meet and get to know each other anywhere, but were strictly separated from each other in public. Finding a suitable wife was therefore a complicated matter and was done either through personal relationships – or through an intermediary.

A man who wants to get married would only get to see his future wife on their wedding night. But a Muslim is also a man and has his own personal likes and dislikes. And he wants to have a woman at his side who stimulates his senses, arouses his passion and satisfies his urges. A matchmaker therefore needs to know exactly what his fantasies are in order to be able to choose exactly the woman for him who matches his preferences.

His name was Mustafa and it was about his second wife. He was a well-traveled man who had studied in London and had therefore come to know a world in which women walked half-naked on the street to be ogled and desired by all the men. He was therefore familiar with the diversity of the female sex and had precise ideas about what qualities his wife should have. His first wife had been arranged for him by his family. She was certainly beautiful, but not necessarily what he was looking for. His second wife would be different. He wouldn’t get to see her before the wedding either. But he wanted to make sure that she was exactly to his taste.

He didn’t seem to attach any particular importance to her character traits. Only her physical features were important. „She will serve me and she will be obedient to me,“ he was convinced. „And if she is not, the cane will teach her what I expect of my wife. And it will be my pleasure to teach her these lessons.“

He wanted a young woman. Old enough to have all the characteristics of a real woman and young enough to give him many more years of unrestricted pleasure. The matchmaker was shocked by the directness of his words. But, as I said, he was a well-traveled man and had probably seen more women in his four decades of life than many an old man who had never left his homeland.

„She should be rather small and slim,“ he says. „But not the boyish kind with a narrow pelvis and tiny breasts. I want a beautiful, feminine bottom that is a feast for the eyes with every step. Its flesh should be firm and elastic and offer my flat right hand enough surface to attack when I chastise it.“

The mediator tried not to show any embarrassment as she took careful notes to record this gentleman’s astonishingly precise ideas. She knew that it would not be easy to satisfy his wishes. But she would make every effort, because it wasn’t just about satisfying this man. It was also about her reputation as a capable mediator.

„A perfect woman naturally needs beautiful breasts. Big enough for two strong male hands and firm enough not to vibrate unsteadily with every movement. So look for a girl who cuts a good figure even without a brassiere. And above all, look at what makes a woman a woman. I want her completely shaved and I want an inviting sex that is visibly looking forward to being owned by a man.“

Normally, the agent had to deal with far more general descriptions. In the end, she knew whether she was looking for a rather plump woman with a pronounced shape or whether her counterpart was more interested in a slender character. She knew whether he was looking for a fully mature woman or whether he was thinking in terms of the younger the better. But none of them had yet described the appearance of her sex. So this time she would have to take her duties as an intermediary particularly seriously.

As a matchmaker, she was allowed to have confidential conversations with men. This was the only way she could do her job and arrange a wedding that would leave everyone happy. Although the satisfaction of the families present was more important here. And that of the groom, of course. The bride’s opinion was not important here. She knew that she had to comply. And she was usually satisfied if she wasn’t married to a man who was too old.

It was a large city and she was one of the most popular matchmakers. She saw herself as equally obliged to the father of a marriageable daughter as to the prospective bridegroom who wished to marry his first, second or even third wife. A father was naturally of the opinion that his daughter was the most beautiful girl that could fall into a man’s hands. He had spent more than ten years raising her to be an obedient girl who would give her owner the greatest pleasure. He had taught her everything a woman needed to know and had done everything to protect her innocence and hand her over to her groom as an untouched virgin. Of course, he wanted an appropriate bride price for this and it was her task to act as a mediator between father and groom.

Before the marriage, the groom was considered a stranger. He therefore had no opportunity to see his bride, as he only got to see her as she appeared in public, which meant wrapped from head to toe in flowing dresses. She, on the other hand, was a woman. This meant that a marriageable girl was allowed to drop her veil. However, she was very thorough in her assessment of a girl to ensure that she did not have any flaws that could cause her husband’s displeasure. She therefore insisted on seeing every girl she procured not only without a veil, but completely naked. That was her principle. That was the reason for her success. And every father who wanted to negotiate a fair bride price for his daughter had to agree to this.

She was an experienced matchmaker and had an extensive network of connections. She therefore had numerous young girls in her memory who needed to be arranged and she immediately thought of three candidates who would certainly satisfy Mustafa. But he had very specific ideas and she decided to call all three girls to her and subject them to a thorough examination.

Aleyna was a little coy when she was asked to remove all her clothes. She had just turned sixteen and was therefore as young as a girl who had matured into a woman could be. Allah had blessed her and endowed her with everything that makes a woman special and arouses a man’s desire. Although she was a head taller than the other girls, she was slender and had a small, firm bottom whose provocatively rounded hemispheres were bound to attract male eyes. Only her breasts were rather small. But they showed no tendency to sag and remained firm and stiff even when she moved quickly. Her father had affirmed that, under the energetic guidance of the right man, she would certainly be an obedient wife who would give much pleasure.

Samira had already reached the age of eighteen and her father was becoming impatient because no husband had yet been found for her. Compared to Aleyna, she also looked much more mature and feminine. She was anything but fat, but her pelvis was clearly pronounced and gave her the silhouette that men usually appreciated. Her bottom was firm and strong. At least that was the unambiguous finding of the mediator after she had pinched the luscious flesh courageously and elicited a sharp sound from the girl. No doubt Mustafa would like to call something like that his own. He had big, manly hands and the go-between could vividly imagine how they would make those buttocks glow. And that would happen sooner or later, because no young woman becomes a submissive wife if she has not been chastised by her husband from time to time.

Liyah was the third candidate that the mediator had shortlisted. She had slightly negroid features and a noticeably darker skin tone. A clear indication that there had probably been an African woman among her ancestors whose genes had left their mark. There was something gazelle-like about her appearance. Her legs were long without appearing thin. Her slightly hollow back made her coccyx protrude noticeably, so that her bottom stood out provocatively and fully revealed its curves. A woman like this had to be veiled to protect her from the eyes of men, who would certainly take every opportunity to get hold of her. She had firm breasts and had to wear a brassiere for decorative reasons at best.

The mediator instructed the girl to lie down on the table and spread her legs. Although her vulva was surrounded by thick frizzy hair, it was impossible to miss the fact that this protrusion between her legs was crying out to be taken possession of by a man. So the next step was to arrange an appointment with the prospective groom and the girl’s father to clarify the financial aspect of the transaction.

An Islamic marriage is a marriage concluded in accordance with Sharia law. According to the Islamic system, it is considered a civil contract. There is no minimum age for marriage in classical Islamic law. Sharia law allows girls to marry from the age of 9 or from the onset of puberty, which for girls means the onset of menstruation. According to classical legal doctrine, a marriage guardian is necessary for the woman. Two male witnesses must be present when the marriage contract is concluded. If the marriage guardian is the father or paternal grandfather, according to Hanafi, Maliki, Shafiite and Hanbali doctrine, he can conclude the marriage even against the will of a virgin bride. According to Hanafi doctrine, all blood relatives have the right to force an underage bride into her first marriage.

The Indian wife

It was a wedding as it should be. A lavish celebration with lots of guests. An event that would bring two families together and promised nothing but advantages for everyone involved. The bride was beautifully decorated and the groom cut a fine figure in his white suit. The fact that he was a good thirty years older than her didn’t bother anyone here. And you couldn’t tell how the young girl felt about the whole ceremony under her thick, festive make-up. It was, of course, an arranged marriage, as is customary here. Both families belonged to the right caste and their heads had agreed on the arrangements for the festive event months ago.

Sometime late in the evening, the time had come. The bride and groom retired while the crowd waited outside, dancing and being merry. At some point, the white sheet with the clear traces of blood was presented and everyone cheered in joyful excitement. A man had made his bride his wife and thus taken possession of her. The bride’s agreed virginity had been proven. Everything was in order.

This bride’s name was Samia and no one had asked her to marry this man who had just undressed her to inspect her young body with obvious desire and then spread her legs and do what a husband is entitled to do. Of course it had hurt, because he had wasted no time and simply taken what was rightfully his. He had then held up the sheet like a trophy and stormed to the window with it. She was his now. She was part of his family. From now on, she not only had to submit to his will, but was also subject to his mother’s regiment.

Samia was still young. Very young. She was a daughter from a good family and had been taught by a private tutor. She had actually had very little contact with boys. But she was a girl and especially since her breasts had grown and regular bleeding reminded her that she had become a woman, she had also dreamed of eternal love. She had devoured just about every soap opera on TV in which men were the lonely heroes and women were consumed by their love for them. And she had discovered her own lust and rekindled it again and again with her own fingers.

But somehow this marriage didn’t feel like love. Her husband had caressed her tenderly when he was finally alone with her. He also seemed very taken with her young body. But no one had told her that men had such large penises. And that they insisted on inserting them full length into the opening that nature had provided for them.

Samia experienced a full three days in which her husband did nothing but enjoy his wife, explore her body and penetrate her small opening. That’s what marriage was like, thought the inexperienced girl, occasionally feeling the sensations she had previously only experienced with her own fingers. Until the moment he had asked her to kneel before him. He had loosened his cloak and his member, stiff as ever, had sprung upwards. And he had asked her to take his phallus into her mouth.

Samia just couldn’t bring herself to take this shiny something with its slimy tip between her lips. She had turned to the side in disgust. Even after several slaps in the face, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to fulfill his wish, which obviously meant a lot to him. So she had escaped from her husband and simply run out of the house.

Her path led her straight back to her family, where she hoped to find comfort and help. But there she did not find a mother who understood a daughter whom no one had ever enlightened and who was therefore unfamiliar with the duties of a wife. No, she found an angry family who insulted her and spoke of family honor. And in the end she informed her husband so that he could pick up his lawful wife.
He appeared a little later and was extremely angry. Samia was badly brought up, he accused the girl’s parents. They should have let her feel the cane more often, because she had obviously not yet learned what obedience was. He then lifted his young wife over his shoulder, put her in his Limousin and instructed the driver to take the direct route back to his estate. She received more slaps on the way there and had to endure a verbose sermon.

Once home, what happens to every wife when she openly rebels against her husband happened. The whole family was ordered into the large living room and the youngest family member was stripped of all her clothes. Her hands were tied together, a rope hanging from the ceiling was pulled upwards and the unfortunate wife felt the gaze of a good two dozen pairs of eyes on her, all of whom seemed to be looking forward to witnessing her punishment.

The master of the house picked up the whip, which was obviously kept in this house especially for such purposes. He walked slowly around her and taught her the obedience he expected from his young wife, lash by lash. A chastisement she would not soon forget and a signal to all the other female members of the house of what would happen to them if they ever rebelled against the will of the master of the house.

When her body had been extensively marked, Samia was untied and her husband motioned her to follow him into their shared bedchamber. There he continued exactly where he had been interrupted hours before. He took off his cloak and presented himself to her with the full splendor of his manhood. Then he asked her to get down on her knees in front of him.

She did it. Of course she did. She took his eagerly waiting member into her mouth and closed her lips around his shaft. She satisfied him as he wanted to be satisfied by his wife. She allowed him to pour himself into her and was left defiled, marked and humiliated when he left the bedchamber satisfied.

In India, family and marriage law is subject to religious affiliation. The legal framework is set out in the Hindu Marriage Act of 1955. The bond between husband and wife is regarded as a law of nature and both are considered as one person before the law. The formal handover of the bride by the father (Sanskrit, Kanyadan, literally: „girl’s gift“) and the seven times surrounding of the sacred fire by the groom and bride (Saptapadi) have essential significance for Hindu marriages. To this day, the vast majority of marriages in India – estimates put the figure at 90 percent – are arranged.