The Plantation's Mistress
Charlotte lay over the bench, her bottom cheeks on fire from the harsh thrashing she had been given already knowing her husband standing nearby had ordered only a pause, not a cease to her agonies.
The young woman sobbed as she realised that she had fallen as far as it was possible to fall. She knew that by insulting her older husband once too often she had invited punishment but if she had realised that she was in danger she had assumed that punishment would be in private and by her husband.
But she lived with him on the plantation he owned and to her horror she had been led by the overseer to the hut where the slaves were disciplined. Once there she had been tied down over the whipping bench where she had seen slaves whipped.
And then the worst humiliation of all, when her husband called for a slave to take the thick mulatto cane and grinned as the overseer bared the cheeks of her round bottom.
Charlotte lay over the bench, her bottom cheeks on fire from the harsh thrashing she had been given already knowing her husband standing nearby had ordered only a pause, not a cease to her agonies.
The young woman sobbed as she realised that she had fallen as far as it was possible to fall. She knew that by insulting her older husband once too often she had invited punishment but if she had realised that she was in danger she had assumed that punishment would be in private and by her husband.
But she lived with him on the plantation he owned and to her horror she had been led by the overseer to the hut where the slaves were disciplined. Once there she had been tied down over the whipping bench where she had seen slaves whipped.
And then the worst humiliation of all, when her husband called for a slave to take the thick mulatto cane and grinned as the overseer bared the cheeks of her round bottom.