Natawe is a closed off, secretive Kingdom to the west of Africa. It is still an absolute monarchy, with a number of idiosyncrasies that many twenty first century western countries would be unlikely to accept. However, most regimes can be tolerated, as long as there is business to be done, and profit to be made. Natawe provides many precious metals for the modern world's IT hardware, and so very few countries question the nation's retention of an absolute monarchy, as well as slavery.
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A pleasant breeze blew through Natawe's capital city as evening started to fall. In the slave trainer's building, just inside the city gates, Miss Samantha Barrington was being introduced to her new life.
K'Taba unbolted the cupboard, opened the doors and began to search for the appropriate implements. One whip, two paddles, and a rattan cane came immediately to hand. Yes, that should do for starters. This is only the first day, and it's important to ease in the recently acquired asset. Not that the rod should be spared!
He had nearly two decades' experience of correcting new purchases, and was the most experienced slave trainer in Natawe. Whenever untutored goods were given to him, three days later they would be presentable, respectful and submissive.
On the table was the property in question. The new slave was svelte, blonde and exceedingly attractive. A slender, pretty face with wide eyes and high cheekbones. She wore the customary slave smock, and a collar stamped with the name of her new titleholder. Clearly of upper class stock. Well, perhaps she was up until now! By the time her owner comes to retrieve her she'll know who's boss.
The unfortunate young woman was spread face down on the large bench. Her wrists and ankles were secured at the corners of the table with brass manacles. Caucasian slaves weren't commonplace in Natawe, but on the extremely rare occasions when they needed to be prepared they always yielded to his rigid discipline.
She was currently screaming at the top of her voice and wriggling. K'Taba didn't even bother listening to what was being said. They would always be pleading for mercy or, in the case of foreigners, it would be a quite abrupt demand to be freed.
K'Taba took hold of the hem of her smock, and roughly pulled it up to her waist, revealing her naked backside. Her delightful white bottom squirmed as he prepared to commence. Her legs were tanned from exposure to the sun, but there was a peachy-white area where her clothing had covered her rear. This part of her body would be a completely different colour in a few moments.
The trainer started with the wooden paddle. He placed it on the asset's delicious looking derriere and tapped a couple of times, readying his aim. The young female slave girl continued screaming at him, and so he raised his arm high.
He brought the paddle down as hard as he could on her left buttock. The sound of the impact could be heard out in the street, and her screaming stopped. As expected, she struggled to get her breath, and her eyes looked like they were bulging out of their sockets! Another wallop on her right buttock, and the only sound being made was a sharp yelp, followed by her quickened breathing as she was trying to cope with the stern justice being applied to her backside.
Twenty with each implement should do to begin with, followed by the same again each morning. As soon as she learnt her punishments, and started to submit, this regime could be re-assessed.
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Miss Samantha Barrington stood outside the slave trainer's workshop. She wore a simple smock, the same as the other slave girls lined up outside. She was well aware of being the only white slave on display. The other girls had dark African skin, but otherwise they were all of the same rank, wearing slave collars.
This had been a terrifying few days, she thought, as she rubbed her exceedingly sore bottom. Enslaved, collared, shouted at, and all manner of implements being used to wallop her backside. It seemed like there would never be an end to her poor buttocks being thrashed. She knew which punishments would be used for each misdemeanour, and understood which of them she feared the most.
She had naïvely signed that contract, and it would soon be registered. Her legal title was now in the possession of N'Pana. She felt so stupid, not reading the document properly. When it came to blunders, that was the biggest one she would ever make. Even though her situation seemed bleak, she knew she had to think on her feet if she was to find a way out of this predicament.
N'Pana, her new owner, appeared. The curvaceous, sensual looking black woman walked up to the line of new slaves, and stood next to Samantha. N'Pana looked exquisite in her gorgeous blue and green robe. Samantha's smock, which rubbed roughly against her skin, felt like it was made from an old sack. This made the poor white girl acutely aware of who was the owner, and who was the slave.
"Has my new acquisition been suitably tenderised?" she asked K'Taba, laughing.
K'Taba motioned for the poor white girl to turn round. Samantha complied, and lifted the hem of the smock to her waist, showing her naked bottom. K'Taba has trained her well, thought N'Pana. Samantha hated every minute. She had never been an exhibitionist, not even with former boyfriends that she had been intimate with.
The slave girl's backside was heavily blackened and bruised, with several stripes across it. K'Taba had clearly given this asset a good deal of attention.
"There's nothing there that won't heal in a week or so", said K'Taba.
He was a professional, and would never inflict anything that would reduce the rental value or purchase price for any of the commodities that were placed under his whip. She had screamed a lot at first, but once she accepted the inevitability of punishment she became quite submissive. A job well done!
