《A Ten Pound Bag》Chapter Seventy-Seven – The Taming of the Shrew
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Banshee was still babbling on. Of course she was, babbling on that seems to be what she did best.
“Petalesharo, I must ask a favor of you. Please teach me how to shut her up.” Well that earned me a laugh and a quick word from Pete brought an end to the noise.
“Pete, please tell your sister that she cannot not be my proper wife until she learns English. This one, I pointed at our new slave, will teach her.”
Banshee wasn’t happy to hear that but she nodded in assent.
“Thanks Pete, I think I need to rest soon.” Recovery was never as fast and as fun as they made it look in the movies. I turned to the white lady and asked her name, just a simple name was all I wanted but I forgot I was talking to a woman and she just started in.
“My name is Mary and I don’t think the way you are treating me is right, I’m a good Christian lady here to bring the salvation of Jesus to these heathens and…”
“Quiet!” I boomed bringing silence and a startled look from ‘my name is Mary’. “What makes you think you are anything more than still a slave? Behave or you’ll be right back down in that lodge you just left eating scraps with the dogs and being fucked by whomever wants to fuck you.
“This one”, I pointed at Banshee, “Is now my wife and you work for her. If you don’t keep her happy she will beat you. If you try to run, Brin will catch you and then I will beat you.
“You belong to me!”
There, that should shut her up for a few days.
“Pete, I need to go rest now. Please ask your sister to take Mary and clean her up before she brings her back to me.”
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With that I limped back into the lodge and lay down to rest.
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Banshee brought back a different woman about an hour later. Clad in a blanket with brown curls of hair cascading down her back the grime had been cleaned away to reveal a decently attractive woman. She was paraded up to me and then Banshee stepped away and started working on something on the other side of the lodge.
I considered my options for a moment and then pulling myself to a sitting position decided to start taming my newest acquisition. This was going to suck at a moral level but had to be done at a survival level. I was going to break her now and have Michelle rebuild her when and if we got home. I had found a length of switch to help me with the job; ‘Spare the rod’ as the idiom goes. To rescue her from slavery I needed her to act like a slave until we got home, so a slave she would become.
“Place the blanket on the floor and kneel on it.”
“Mister, that ain’t right I don’t..”
Thwack!! Switch on a pretty bare calf leaving a bright red mark behind.
Her eyes were suddenly wide open and I could see the fear run through her body, I wondered if she would make a break for it and Banshee moved towards the lodge door.
“You talk too much, I didn’t ask you to discuss this I told you what to do. So place the blanket on the floor and kneel on it. I want to get a good look at you and see what I just bought”
The disrobing was interesting to say the least. Blushing improved her looks immediately and my estimation of her age changed with the body reveal. Of course she was naked under the blanket, her filthy garments were probably still soaking in the water to get them clean. The blanket finally came off and she dropped it and immediately tried to cover her private parts with her hands.
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She was starting to cry. Something about disrobing in front of me was worse than the times she had be raped and humiliated by her former captors, probably because I was white.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
She screeched, jumped and grabbed her buttock where I had delivered the strokes.
“Mister how dare you..”
Thwack! Thwack! On the thigh. She was crying and babbling now. Each time she jumped her breasts bounced nicely bring a surprise hardon to my groin. I could see Banshee grinning in the background.
“I told you to put the blanket on the floor and kneel on it.”
The tears were real now, not just embarrassment and she started worrying more about following the instructions than covering her nipples. Once she got the blanket laid out she knelt on it trying to cover herself again, she was about six feet away from me.
“No, put the blanket next to me.”
She paused not wanting to be closer.
Thwack! Thwack! That ass cheek was bright red and had to be getting sore.
She quickly scrambled and moved closer, she was starting to understand. The humiliation and fear burned bright on her face. She knelt there next to me trembling trying to cover her private bits.
Time for the final shredding and then the talking could begin.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
Wild with panic, she actually looked around for help.
Thwack! Thwack!
She jumped and her breasts bounced free as her arms went up and her hands went behind her head.
Damn those were some nice breasts! Well hell, almost all breasts are nice in my opinion but these were medium sized firm and pointy. Not quite my idea of the perfect breast but close enough to be fun to look at.
Mary was actually sobbing now.
“Knees apart!”
Another pause.
Thwack! The knees came apart about four inches.
“All of the way!”
I think she was waiting on purpose now.
Thwack! Thwack! And the knees became fully spread.
I’d never seen a full body blush before.
Now we could talk.
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