My father-in-law had the pleasure of having to raise seven girls. Actually, he had always hoped for a boy who could continue his watchmaker’s workshop. But nature decided otherwise. But I think he took great pleasure in setting his girls on the right path with a firm hand.

I had picked out his middle daughter because she was the most beautiful of them all. I didn’t hesitate for long because it was clear to me that I wanted her and only her. So I married her just six months after our first date.

„She was the most unruly of my daughters,“ my father-in-law told me when I met him for the first time. He immediately called me into his workshop where we could talk undisturbed. His youngest daughter brought us drinks and smiled sweetly at me. The scene was an island in the Caribbean, one of the Lesser Antilles to be precise. Apparently, daughters were still brought up here as they had been a hundred years ago. But father-in-law seemed to be one of the particularly strict fathers. At least he was held in high esteem in the neighborhood and people admired the way he had seven brats under control, none of whom had gone astray.

„You must guide her with an iron hand,“ was his advice. „She’s still young and, trust me, her education is far from complete. So give her a good spanking if she deserves it. And above all, tell her clearly what you expect from her and what she’s not allowed to do. Once that’s clear, you won’t have to discuss much afterwards and she’ll know what will happen if she defies you.“

I was still quite young back then and hadn’t yet developed into the flagellant that I am today. But the inclination was definitely already there and my father-in-law listened attentively. After all, a man-to-man conversation like that had something going for it and it made me feel really grown up. Although the conversation was quite one-sided, because it was mainly him talking and he obviously felt the need to pass on some of his wisdom to a younger man.

„My daughters are all teenagers now and I tell you, not a week goes by without at least one of them having reason to shriek loudly and make the whole neighborhood sit up and take notice. If one of them has misbehaved, she first gets a sermon until she feels like a little kid. Then I lock her in her room and she has a few hours to think about her offense. It’s important to lock her up. Then they feel that they are like little chicks that you put a fence around so they can’t run away. My neighbor used to run all over town to catch his daughter who had run away from him. And that was only because he threatened her with a beating. That’s why I lock my girls up and they have to wait until I’ve finished my work and have time to take care of them.“

I imagined the little girl from earlier. She had probably also shrieked loudly while her father had taken her on, as he called it. She was still quite young, but she had a nice round bottom, as a connoisseur like me would have noticed straight away.

„You can’t be reserved with girls. If they do something wrong, they get a beating. Without much discussion and always on the bare ass.“

„Always?“ I was naturally interested and wanted to know more about the views of this man who was more than twice my age.

„Yes, always,“ Wolfram. „When they were little, I just put them over my knee and pulled their panties tight. Then they clapped really loudly a few times and that was that. But there comes a point when you have to use the leather strap. A teenager thinks they know everything better. At that age, they no longer listen to you. But they’re wary of you when they know full well that if they don’t, they’ll be naked and have to answer to you. They become very meek when they stand in front of you and you hold the leather strap in your hand. But your Wilma got a particularly frequent thrashing. Not because she was worse than the others. But because she was proud. The others screamed loudly as soon as they felt the bite of the leather. Wilma wanted to show me that she would not be defeated. She clenched her teeth tightly, no matter how hard I tried to get her bottom. But I always made her scream too. I just hit her harder until she opened her mouth. So her stubbornness didn’t do her any good. She just had to suffer longer.“

Like many girls here on the island, Wilma had beautiful, light brown skin and an almost perfect bottom. It was this in particular that immediately captivated me. It wasn’t as expansive as you often find with dark-skinned Negro women. But it consisted of two beautifully rounded buttocks that parted wonderfully when she presented herself to me from behind. A girl with an ass like that just screams for a few good spanks. That had always been my thought, even if I hadn’t dared to turn it into reality yet.

„Does she obey you, or do you sometimes have reason to chastise her?“ The question was direct and allowed no excuses. So it was almost embarrassing to have to answer him: „No, sometimes she can make you really angry. Then I’d really like to give her a good spanking. But I’m not there with her yet.“

„Then it’s time for you to continue her education in the way she’s used to.“ My father-in-law seemed downright amused by my statement. And it seemed to reinforce his opinion that this young man needed some proper, fatherly advice.

„Let me tell you something, women were endowed by our Lord God with an ass that leaves no doubt that it was specially designed for their punishment. That was certainly the reason why you chose Wilma. But a rebellious girl like her will always cause you trouble if you don’t know how to make her suffer whenever she defies you. So I advise you to take your belt and tame her rebellious spirit from the start. Or, better yet, get yourself a good leather belt that fits her ass cheeks. I can assure you, you’ll really enjoy putting her in her place.“

With that, he stood up and approached a cabinet with many drawers, which presumably contained his tools as a watchmaker. He opened one of them and took out an impressive leather strap, which he showed me to emphasize his point. It was undoubtedly the result of the finest craftsmanship. More than four fingers wide and a good meter long, it was perfectly suited to its task. Father-in-law let it glide through his hand with relish to demonstrate its pliability. I could easily guess what effect this inconspicuous piece of leather had had on my wife’s bottom.

„Don’t worry, she won’t run away from you. You just have to make sure she doesn’t get her hands on any money to buy a ticket for the next plane. And you have to beat her until she’s all welts and tears to drive out even the thought of ever wanting to leave you. It’s a man’s prerogative to leave his wife. But if she even makes an effort to do so, she must simply be made to feel that there is no worse offense for her and that she will inevitably be punished for it.“

I decided to heed my father-in-law’s advice and take Wilma under strict discipline. I therefore gratefully accepted his advice on where I could turn to buy just such a strap. „Size three,“ he advised me. The old connoisseur knows exactly that a girl’s bottom needs a different strap than one that a grown woman should feel. And he always has a supply on hand. In all widths and thicknesses. Normally, a father takes his daughter with him so that he knows which one suits her best. But he knows Wilma and therefore knows exactly what you need as her husband.“

„As I said, Wilma was a very special challenge. But the strap worked best in the end. I’ve tried all sorts of things to punish her before – the cane, a freshly cut rod, a wooden paddle and even a riding crop – but nothing gives more pleasure than witnessing the tanned leather wrapped around her buttocks, leaving a fiery mark on her skin. With the cane, it was never easy to catch exactly the right moment, because of course she doesn’t hold still and is constantly trying to avoid the next blow. But with the strap, it didn’t matter anymore. If you don’t get the ass cheeks, then it’s the thighs. The effect is the same and her screams don’t differ in the slightest.“

„Aren’t there any laws here that prohibit that?“

„Where do you think you’re going. Our government has better things to do than worry about parenting methods. Most fathers would also see this as an encroachment on their authority and simply disregard any laws. We are part of the British Commonwealth and our laws have been fully adopted by England. However, that was many decades ago and nothing has ever been changed. When the cane was taken out of teachers‘ hands in England, many came here to the island and continued teaching as they were used to. That’s why there isn’t a pupil at Convent High School here who hasn’t felt the cane.“

So I had crossed the Atlantic and, after a nine-hour flight, had landed in a world that I had never thought possible.

„In Europe, teenagers are whoring around without anyone intervening. No country has more teenage mothers than England and nobody seems to get upset about it. Here, a young girl doesn’t even dare to walk the streets holding hands with a boy. The island is small. She would quickly run into some relative or family friend who would put an end to the amorous banter without further ado. No one here gets upset when a teenager gets a slap in the face in the street and everyone thinks it’s right for the precocious brat to be stripped at home for the spanking of her life.“

My father-in-law was probably no exception here, but thought the same way as all the other men. Here, a woman was either a tramp that everyone stepped over. Or she was married and as a married woman she was practically considered her husband’s property. She not only had to be ready whenever he wanted her. She also had to expect a beating if she so much as smiled at another man in a friendly way.

Education here in the heat of the tropical sun meant punishment above all. A girl was educated by teaching her what she was allowed to do and what she was not allowed to do. And by using a cane or leather strap to reprimand her if she disobeyed one of the many rules. The fathers were not squeamish with their daughters and the mothers also made sure that little girls always had a reason to cry and the older ones knew exactly what they were in for if they did something that a girl simply wouldn’t do.

My father-in-law was probably one of the strictest fathers in the neighborhood. But that didn’t make his seven daughters feel sorry for him. It was more a reason to make him a particularly respected man. And it was not without reason that his daughters were so well-behaved and well-behaved. The strict father had a custom that set him apart from all the other fathers. His punishments were not only particularly enduring and unyielding. He also insisted that an offender had to be naked in order to receive her punishment. But he did not confide this little secret to everyone.

„Education doesn’t just mean chastisement. For a girl, it must above all involve humiliation,“ was my father-in-law’s opinion. Little girls are still unconcerned and consider it completely normal when their father visits them in bed and pushes up their nightgown before his punishing hand goes into action. But a teenager is aware of her growing body and takes great care to ensure that no one notices her first pointed breasts growing and the first tentative fuzz of pubic hair forming further down. For my father-in-law, however, this was no reason to be considerate. For him, a girl had to be naked if she was in for a spanking. Without argument and without ifs and buts. And above all, regardless of his age.

„I have seen each of my daughters gradually develop from a girl into a woman. That’s one of a father’s rights and anyone who develops false shame here will never be able to bring up a girl the way she needs to be brought up. That’s why we always follow the same procedure when one of the brats needs to be punished. I send them to their room and tell them to get ready. Each of them knows exactly what that means. She knows that I want to find her naked, as God created her. The older ones are very ashamed and frantically try to cover their cunts and titties as best they can without a scrap of cloth. But the order is to stand up straight and put their arms at their sides. So they stand there, naked and vulnerable, while I walk around them and inspect them from all sides while I give the obligatory sermon.“

Wilma’s father had seen her stark naked long before me, I realized. And I thought with a sardonic grin that I still had a privilege that he was never granted. I had asked her to shave carefully before she came in front of me, and she had reluctantly but ultimately agreed to my request.

„A naked girl doesn’t tend to rebel,“ he explained to me and I knew he was definitely right. „She knows that she is at her father’s mercy and that’s how it should be. Her future husband will not only make her naked if he loves her, but also before he beats her up. So it’s good to get her used to it from an early age.“

I don’t remember how long our conversation between men had lasted, but it had certainly been several hours and I had actually learned a lot from the first man in my wife’s life. A lot about parenting. And a lot about women themselves.

A few days later, an unpleasant situation arose that forced me, completely unprepared, to put the advice of a father of seven into practice for the first time. It was a pleasant summer evening. A light sea breeze was about to make the temperatures more bearable and the whole family had made themselves comfortable on the terrace to enjoy another delicious dinner from Wilma’s mother. There was no wine here in the tropics. But there was a variety of exotic cocktails and a deliciously cold beer to make up for this shortcoming. Everything seemed perfect if it hadn’t been for one thing that my father-in-law looked at with visible disapproval and made me quite angry.

Wilma had said goodbye in the afternoon and wanted to visit a few friends from her school days. Everyone had actually assumed that she would be back for dinner, but unfortunately she wasn’t. At first, we waited for her and passed the time with a few drinks. But at some point my father-in-law decided that it was outrageous of Wilma to keep us all waiting and that we should start without her.

When she finally arrived, we were as good as done and I could literally feel her father’s eyes sparkling and it took him the utmost self-control not to speak up and say what he thought of her behavior. The situation was quite embarrassing and I sensed that he actually expected me to put my foot down and reprimand my wife for her impossible behavior.

So that’s what I did. I just had to do it so as not to lose face. So I told her what I thought of her and played the angry husband, who put his foot down. I also let her know that she had gone too far and that I wouldn’t let her get away with this mistake. She hadn’t come to dinner on time, so there would be no dinner for her tonight. She had put me in an impossible situation, so she would now go to her room and wait for me there.

Father-in-law nodded with satisfaction. Wilma was visibly embarrassed and tried to salvage what she could by stammering the reason for her absence, looking rather uncertain. She avoided her father’s stern look and I cut her off, pointing my finger in the direction of the large front door of the house to emphasize my words with a threatening gesture. She bowed her head bashfully and trudged off.

The evening dragged on for a long time and it was already approaching midnight when I finally got up, inspired by numerous drinks, to follow my wife, who was probably waiting for me in total uncertainty.

„Please wait a moment,“ her father stopped me. He went back into the house and came back a little later with something that suddenly cleared my alcohol level. Wordlessly, he handed me the carefully folded leather belt that he had proudly shown me that afternoon. I understood, of course, and realized that this was going to be the evening when I would give my marriage and my relationship with Wilma a completely new twist. Father-in-law patted me on the back and I knew that no further words were needed to understand this request.

I left the terrace with a decidedly energetic stride. I entered the guest room where we were staying during our stay at her parents‘ house and demonstratively held the leather strap in my hand. Wilma was already in bed and had probably dozed off. When I entered, she sat up and looked at me. Our eyes met for endless moments and we both knew that something was about to happen that had never happened between us before.

„Take your clothes off,“ were my only words and the commanding tone was unmistakable. She sensed that I would not accept any backtalk and did as ordered. Slowly but obediently, she took off the flimsy nightgown she had already put on. I usually slept naked in this heat, but she was of the opinion that this was not appropriate in her parents‘ house and insisted on this actually superfluous item of clothing.

„Get up!“ She complied with this order without hesitation and stood an arm’s length away from me. She was a woman, of course, and at least made an attempt to seduce me in the hope of appeasing me. I couldn’t help noticing that she adopted an emphatically upright posture, which highlighted her breasts particularly prominently. I also noticed the emphatically devoted look with which she presented herself as a submissive and willing female. But I also knew that none of this would do her any good. Not now. Not here. Not in her father’s house, who was certainly waiting downstairs for the familiar sounds of his daughter to echo through the house.

I liked the description of her father and, as she was probably used to, I slowly walked around her. I took the liberty of vigorously pinching her buttocks, let my hand slide lustfully between her legs and reached around her from behind to take possession of her breasts as well. Then I grabbed her roughly by her long black hair, which she had tied up in a plait, and forced her to throw her head far back on her neck. Still standing behind her, I stepped very close to her and whispered: „You know I’m going to punish you. I will give you the thrashing that is long overdue. And I’m going to do it at your parents‘ house, where I’ve heard you’ve been spanked countless times.“

„Get back on the bed,“ was my next instruction after I had let go of her. She obediently climbed onto the bed and remained there indecisively. A naked woman does not tend to rebel, her father’s words echoed in my head.

„Get on your knees and bend forward. You know how I like you best.“

Of course she knew that. She knew that I preferred to take her from behind and that I had taught her to push her back deeply in order to present everything that made her a woman to me in the most shameless and erotic way. I assumed a suitable position to perform my duty as husband. I wrapped one end of the leather strap around my right hand to keep a firm grip on it. I looked again at the exquisitely positioned woman. My wife, who was about to be punished and who had obediently taken up her designated position. My exotic wife, whom I loved more than anything, but who obviously needed to be reprimanded from time to time.

I took a swing.

The leather hissed through the night, which at this time of night was filled with the constant chirping of crickets, and reached its target with an unmistakable, ominous sound. The chastened woman’s scream followed immediately as she reared up violently and reached back to clutch her stricken buttocks.

„Hands off,“ I ordered and she hesitantly resumed her position with agonized movements. I immediately lashed out a second time, which elicited exactly the same reaction, whereupon she fell into a howling continuous tone and was clearly struggling with her pain. Again, I waited until she had regained her composure to deliver the next blow.

I could literally imagine her father lying in bed one floor below with a satisfied expression on his face, realizing that his son-in-law had obviously followed his advice and that from now on his daughter would be subject to exactly the same strict discipline he had used to raise her. So I gave him another reason to be satisfied and repeatedly let the leather strap draw its painful mark on Wilma’s buttocks.

After two more strokes, she had trouble obediently assuming the expected position and just lay there bent over while she howled unrestrainedly. But I knew that I was expected to play the strict husband. So I knelt next to her on the bed, folded the strap a little shorter and began to beat her bottom and thighs in quick succession without any further interruptions, depending on what was on offer. Her howling was pitiful, but women start howling quickly and a man shouldn’t be impressed by that.

At some point, I had the feeling that it was enough and that I had probably given her the dose she was used to. So I let go of her, put aside the leather strap, which had really served me well, and went into the bathroom. I showered thoroughly, because in the Caribbean you’re always sweating, and re-entered the bedroom naked and with a clearly erect penis.

Wilma had curled up in a ball and was sobbing quietly to herself.

I knew that the spectacle had aroused me and that I couldn’t sleep anyway. So I went to her on the bed, put my arms around her shoulders and comforted her. I gave her the tender kisses on the back of her neck that she loved so much and felt her gradually calm down. She pressed her bottom firmly against me and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She was a daughter who had become a married woman and had had to realize that there was something that would never change in her life. Her father had demanded her obedience and her husband also expected her to submit to him. They both agreed on how to deal with a woman who resisted.

Later that night, I had a dream that made me feel good. I dreamt of a woman working me with her mouth and slowly but surely driving me to orgasm. Just before I reached my climax and was about to cum, I woke up. It was her who had given me this dream. She was bent over me and her hands were holding my cock while her tongue worked my glans. I gently withdrew from her, because I didn’t want to come inside her. I knew her ass was swollen and responsive to touch. So I bucked her up and took her from behind. She was dripping wet and I had no trouble penetrating her depths.

I suspected her suppressed cries of pleasure could be heard throughout the house. And I knew my father-in-law would be happy with me.