Ben

 

"You should probably talk to Ben," Alice said in her light, white dress. She stood in the doorway of Edward Northwik's bedroom. Her husband was sitting on the large bed, which he had only shared with other women for years. A dark-skinned slave kneeled at his feet and was trying to help him take off his riding boots.

Alice had long since given up expecting her husband's loyalty or feeling anything like jealousy. Over the years she had become content with the role of mother and head of the household. She was almost a little happy that Edward had lost interest in her after the birth of two now grown children.

Sometimes she wondered if it was because of her appearance, but at 37 years old she was still far from ugly. When Alice sometimes sat alone in the evening in front of the reflection and combed her brunette hair, she often thought about it. Her skin was well cared for and her figure had hardly gained any fat over the years. No, it wasn't her, it was something else.

“And why, woman?” asked the plantation owner, who was still wearing his riding gear. In one hand he held the riding crop, which he usually used to discipline his horse.

The slave hastily took off his first boot and immediately set about freeing him from the second. Her gaze was lowered. The dark-skinned beauty was not allowed to look at her white master. Not if she didn't want to end up on the pole where he carved the rules into her flesh with the bullwhip.

"Because of Sandra. He hasn't been married to Sandra for a week now. Every night he beats and whips her so that the poor girl screams throughout the house. She can hardly sit anymore." Her voice showed genuine concern. If the men mistreated a slave, it was not a bad thing, but Sandra, like them, was a white wife. "He is excessive in every respect! Speak to him, otherwise he will whip your daughter-in-law to death."

The master of the sugar cane plantation looked at his wife with a frown. Wearing only his riding breeches and shirt, he stood up. The tip of the riding crop in his hand brushed against the slave's cheek. "Go away!" he ordered her briefly. The dark-skinned woman obediently rose and disappeared with her boots under her arm.

Edward stepped closer to his wife. His stern gaze caught her off guard. Alice suddenly recognized the animal in her husband that she had successfully avoided for so long. The animal that had once again set its eyes on her. She looked at the door and briefly considered running away. Yes, she followed this instinct too late. With one big step he stepped between her and the door and closed it.

Alice looked at him in shock. The courage that had initially brought her into her husband's room gave way to an underlying fear. She knew what cruelty her husband was capable of, even if she had hardly experienced it first hand. Her husband had only ever taken out his dark desires on the slaves. Something she should have been grateful for.

Their eyes crossed. An eerie silence spread between them. The plantation owner's wife felt the leather of his crop against her neck. A strange, unfamiliar feeling that sent shivers down her spine.

"You have no idea how much a woman can take if she's treated right," Edward said in a breathy voice. The leather tip pushed her chin up, forcing her to tilt her head back. "Do you know how many beatings an ass can take? Do you know how many beatings your ass can take?"

Alice swallowed. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she continued to look up at her husband. She shook her head slightly, just to give him some kind of answer that wouldn't provoke him further. The animal had awakened. She could see it. His gaze crawled under her skin.

"Well, I guess that's my fault. I didn't take proper care of you. Your daughter-in-law probably knows by now!" A diabolical smile played on the plantation owner's face. “But we can make up for it, right?”

Still stunned, Alice remained silent as she stood stiffly. She didn't know how to react to her husband. In the past she had always avoided him, avoiding any provocative words. Concern for her daughter-in-law's well-being had made her careless.

"To bed with you, woman!" the master ordered in a stern tone and flicked the crop once in the air.

Surprised, Alice obeyed the commanding tone in her husband's voice. She broke away from him and went to the free-standing bed. Even now she couldn't make a sound. Everything inside her clenched with tension. Would he hit her? As a wife, she had felt her husband's hand a few times, but the last time had been a long time ago. The memory of it was just a surreal pain that she couldn't place.

"Very good, woman. I see you want to learn. Now kneel on the bed. Bend forward and support yourself with your hands."

Like an animal, she knelt on all fours and waited. Her gaze was directed towards the head of the bed. She noticed that this was her husband's new bed. A bed she had never visited before. Edward slowly approached her from behind.

With his free hand he stroked her bottom, which was covered by the material of her dress. Alice noticed this unfamiliar touch and experienced a rollercoaster of contradictory feelings. He was unexpectedly tender towards her and for a moment she closed her eyes to enjoy her husband's touch.

Without warning, however, Edward changed the game. He pulled back and, a heartbeat later, gave her a hard slap on the bottom with the palm of his hand. Alice gasped. Unexpected pain shot through her. Her hands reached for the sheets and held on to them, as if seeking protection.

"What?" she gasped. "What was that about?"

"You want to find out what a woman can endure," said the plantation owner matter-of-factly. "I'm going to give you twenty smacks on your covered bottom as a warm-up."

"No Please not!"

"Do I look like I'm negotiating this like a dirty street vendor in Kingstown, woman?" As if to confirm his words, he began to spank his wife's bottom with strong blows.

The plantation owner's wife was not used to the pain. She wanted to avoid it and fell forward onto the bed. Edward followed her and reached for her hand, which she wanted to place on her writhing bottom. He grabbed her and twisted her so that he pinned her arm behind her back. Alice gasped loudly. Within seconds she was lying helpless on her husband's bed. Every movement of her body caused her pain from his brutal grip.

"I already told you. It was my mistake for not raising you as well as Ben does with his new wife. A mistake that I intend to correct from now on." His voice was just a whisper, but it sent heat and cold down her spine. Her bottom was already burning, even if she had only received a few single smacks on the bottom.

Edward smiled again. In the past few nights he had often heard the loud cries of his daughter-in-law as she writhed under his son's whip. He had thought several times about what it would be like to be in his situation. The fact that he was now in bed with his wife again was perhaps a sign of fate. Maybe he could really train this honest woman, as he had done with many of his slaves in recent years. In any case, this promised to be a welcome change.

"...ahrrg, no! Stop it!" Alice screamed in despair as she was punished by her husband's merciless hand. Desperately she twisted back and forth, trying to get her bottom to safety, but his hard grip failed.

"If you fight back, it will take longer, woman!" Edward said sternly.

Twenty spanks on the ass weren't much for a slave. But the plantation owner's wife was not used to the sudden pain. Her husband counted each stroke out loud. To her horror, however, he stopped as soon as she resisted, only to start again. She quickly realized that any resistance brought more blows.

Finally she surrendered to his hard hand and screamed as the only sign of protest against the brutal treatment. When he finally reached the twentieth blow, Alice relaxed with relief. Her bottom had taken more than twice as much beating by now, but she hoped it was over now. Little did she know that this was just foreplay for her husband. Her upbringing had just begun.

Edward gently placed his hand on her butt and stroked it gently but decisively. His tight grip still held her arm pressed against her back. However, since she didn't resist it, she didn't feel any pain. Only her buttocks felt strange. It tingled and Alice marveled at how pleasant it was to feel the same hand that had just hit her.

Edward also enjoyed the game, as he was the one who set the rules. His hand slid lower. He no longer just caressed her butt but slid down to his wife's thighs. He gently tugged at the hem of her dress, revealing more and more white skin until he finally pulled it over her bottom. He looked at her and smiled.

The skin he had touched with the palm of his hand was still barely red. Still, he could feel the heat. His fingers felt over the delicate bumps. He slid through her butt crack until he finally found what he was looking for. There it was. Edward immediately felt the tell-tale moisture that had formed under the dress.

Alice gasped in surprise as her husband's fingers roamed over her sex. She wasn't used to being touched this way. So a completely unexpected shiver of pleasure came over her, traveling through her abdomen and thighs. With every moment that Edward continued to tend to her wet flower, that warm wave spread further within her, confusing her thoughts.

Everything seemed hidden by a surreal veil that wrapped itself around them. She relaxed and pressed herself towards her husband. Her body was a dry field that had been brought back to life by the gentle shower.

"Should I continue?" Edward asked and Alice absentmindedly replied "Yes!" What else could she say? She was his and would have to do whatever he asked of her. She just didn't realize that it involved such sinful lust. Her cheeks reddened as the otherwise well-behaved wife noticed, ashamed, how loudly she expressed her lust.

Suddenly the rhythm changed and her husband's hand hit her bare buttocks again. Alice screamed. There was a mix of pleasure and pain in her scream. Edward recognized the melody and began to spank his wife's bottom with strong strokes. His fingerprints quickly appeared red on her previously pale skin.

The gasps and snorts became louder and louder, accompanied by the insistent clapping that preceded each scream. The pain now combined with the previously experienced pleasure to form a fiery dance. While Alice's bottom was glowing, it was dripping from her wet slit onto the sheet. Helplessly caught in this dance of pain and pleasure, the woman's body writhed on the bed and hoped for release.

Tears flowed and yet Alice felt trapped in a cocoon of lust that led to unimagined depths of her soul. She didn't know what was brewing inside her. She had no idea what ecstatic storm was building up with the rhythm of the blows. It didn't take much to unleash the pent up energy.

As she lay there crying, her butt bright red poking out between her dress and bare thighs, it happened. As suddenly as Edward had started spanking her bottom, he stopped again after what felt like an eternity. Not because he wanted to spare her. No, the plantation owner now wanted to satisfy his own desire. A desire that his wife's screams had ignited in him.

He quickly pulled down his pants and rolled onto his wife. Without warning, without further foreplay, he plunged his strap into her cave. It didn't need any of that either. Drunk with pleasure, she felt the pole that her husband was driving deep into her womb. She just casually felt his hips slamming against her sore bottom as he moved without care inside her.

Alice didn't know what happened to her. With powerful thrusts, her husband's sex drilled itself into her wet slit, unleashing the storm that had previously been conjured up. It didn't take long before the first flashes of pleasure erupted in her abdomen. For the first time in her life she felt that electrifying energy as her vagina clenched spasmodically around her husband's phallus.

Edward's stiff member rammed itself deep into his wife's uterus and released itself under the twitches of the female climax. Carried away by his wife's ecstatic passion, he filled her womb with his seed as loud gasps escaped his open mouth.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed next to her. Alice barely noticed. The first orgasm of her life still took her breath and mind. She barely noticed the glowing red bottom that she probably wouldn't be able to sit on for a while. For her, the universe had shrunk to a small spot inside her. A place of forbidden pleasures that had never been opened until that day. So she fell asleep next to her husband while his semen mixed with her nectar seeped out of her. She didn't know how much her life would change from now on.