This story was told to me by Shirley who you can read about in my series of stories about my Mother's friend who was my first love. This story had several variations when told by her and over the years my imagination has added more. She was very turned on to tell me this story as she stroked me slowly to climax. I was embarrassed back then and still am today to a large extent to admit that a movie or story about a woman being whipped can turn me on so much. I am writing this in response to the emails from people who wanted to hear it and thought I was just teasing them by mentioning it in my other stories. It has, of course, twists in it that were unique to Shirley. I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you do, I am trying to decide the direction of further fiction to write.
Nora was a 42 year old widow who had never traveled beyond Missouri. Her husband was a successful business man who owned several large factories and never took a vacation. When he died of a massive heart attack at 45 he left her with a 21 year old daughter who was a junior in college and lots of property and wealth. Robert died in January of 1932 and by late May, when her daughter came home from college, Nora was ready to stop mourning and get on with her life.
The factories were managed by people her husband had trained and Nora decided that she and her daughter would take a well deserved vacation. She had always been fascinated by Africa and she and her daughter booked passage on a ship from New York. One of her husband's business associates met the ship at Cape Town, South Africa and welcomed the two women into his home. After visiting for a week, Nora and her daughter, Jodie, left for a guided tour of the interior hoping to see wild animals and native villages. The following story is what happened as a result of her daughter's poor judgment.
Jodie had discovered marijuana in college and liked it very much. While visiting with her father's business associates his teen age son had introduced her to a very cheap supplier and she had bought several pounds of the drug to take home with her. Fearing to leave it behind she packed it in the bottom of her steamer trunk and took it along.
The first several days were uneventful but on the fourth day their guide warned them that the province they were entering was far from civilization and the Governor was a descendant of Dutch settlers, known as Boers. He ruled with and iron fist and his word was law. He told them to do nothing to attract attention and to let no one know that they had money.
They camped outside of a village that night and Jodie decided to take a little of her stash and go for a walk in the bush. She sat under a tree and rolled a marijuana cigarette and lit it. She did not realize that the smell was being carried on the wind. When she started back to camp she was confronted by a dark skinned native policeman in a tattered uniform and carrying a rifle. He made her lie on the ground and she heard others coming through the jungle.
When several other badly uniformed policemen surrounded her she was dragged back to camp. Nora demanded to know what the problem was and through the interpreter learned that her daughter had been found with a small bag of illegal drugs. When they searched all of their belongings the large bag was found. The two women had their hands tied behind their backs and were marched into the village where they were thrown bodily in the back of a rickety pickup truck. An hour later they were dragged into a dirty building with bars on the windows and thrown into a cell.
There was no water or toilet facilities and they spent a miserable night being forced to relieve themselves in a corner of the already foul smelling cell. The guards mostly left them alone, only watching closely with the women lifted their skirts to relieve themselves. When sunlight began coming through the cell window they were marched to the center of the small village and made to stand before a crude table with a chair behind it.
A large white man with a full beard and long hair came from a hut and sat at the table. His eyes frighted the women as he stared at them. "You have brought illegal drugs into my country," he said, "what have you to say for yourself?" His English was accented but clear.
"It is a mistake sir," Nora said, "my daughter didn't know it was illegal. We are very sorry and will pay any fine you ask."
"FINE, " the big man screamed, " there is no fine. You people think you can buy your way out of everything. Here punishment is swift and you will remember it for a long time."
He led the way and they walked to the other side of the square. Two posts stood ten feet apart. A crosspiece connected them above and from it dangled two long woven leather ropes with loops in the end. "You will be tied here and whipped for your crimes. You shall receive 39 lashes each on the bare back"
"NO, " Nora cried. "Please can we not talk about this? We are Americans, can we not talk to a higher authority?"
The big man gestured to two of his very dark skinned smiling policemen and they grabbed Nora and dragged her into a near bye hut. She was pushed into a chair by a long table. The big man followed her and sat down next to her. They sat staring at each other for over a minute with Nora fighting tears and him smiling at her.
"The drugs were your daughters, so I think we can just whip her and give her all of the lashes. That would probably be fair, no? " He smiled at her evilly.
"No please, don't hurt my daughter, I will do anything you ask. Please, give me all of the lashes, the drugs were mine."
