Anna Lee’s Whipping

Much shouting ensued. Everyone waited tensely to see what would happen next.

The back door kicked open.

“You want to fuck a nigger? Well, then you’ll be treated like one, too.”

Anna Lee’s husband grabbed her by the hair. “Get up, woman!”

She screamed but no one dared make a move.

Her husband dragged her out of the house, still stark naked, past all the slaves and field hands.

“This is my whore of a wife,” he loudly proclaimed. He led her roughly to barn as everyone watched, dumbstruck.

He chained her up against the barn wall, the same place where beatings were administered to lazy slaves. He clamped her wrists in iron shackles, hoisted up high above her head. Grabbing a whip, he turned to the slaves.

“Go ahead and watch! Stop your working and witness what happens to an unfaithful wife!”

He cracked the whip in the air and the slaves came closer, some of them smiling from ear to ear.

“Feel my wrath, woman!” He whipped her ass and she cried out, shocked at the painful sting. Her mouth hung open in anguish as blow after blow reigned down on her, her fair skin growing pink and then red with the lashings.

Her husband grabbed Juba, who recoiled for fear of getting the whip himself. Anna Lee’s chains rattled.

“No, Juba,” he said harshly. “You’ll be delivering the next ten.” Juba’s eyes widened and he shook his head, but he knew he had ****. He clasped the whip in his dark fingers and steeled his resolve. Finally, he landed a blow. Then another. And another. Anna Lee cried out in pain as the man who had just brought her to the extremes of pleasure dragged her to the edge of agony.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Some slaves watched uncomfortably. Some of the women cried. Others could barely conceal their glee, and some even started to stroke their cocks underneath their clothes. Anna Lee was beautiful, and it was exhilarating to see her beautiful white skin in the sun, her perfect hourglass form chained up against the shed, receiving a whipping that turned her skin red.

Amelia’s face was as red as her mistress’ beaten ass. She had never seen anything like this. Indeed, she had never heard of anything like this.

Anna Lee’s husband wrapped his arm around Amelia. “What did you know?” he growled. Amelia sniffled, a single tear crawling down her cheek. He nodded and turned towards his wife, watching Juba deliver the final whippings. His hand traveled down Amelia’s back to her supple ass, and he squeezed hard as she suppressed her tears. He massaged her ass quietly as they both watched Anna Lee cry out from the blows.