House Slave on Hopkins Plantation 2

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Thank you and enjoy…I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1

October 19, 1861
Wilmington, North Carolina
Planter James Hopkins Plantation

Defiantly, she looks directly at me as if gauging my level of charge. Without even a sound she abruptly steps on the wagon rung and climbs in the seat next to Ed. Her posture straight and proud, as if mocking her newly acquired position of purchased property. My property, and I am damned if this will be allowed. Staring with her eyes facing forward, jaw set square, arms resting on her lap…my eyes travel to those perky nipples standing straight out in the cool morning air. So cool that goose bumps have formed over her surface layer of skin. Who does she think she is…This just wont do, to many people are watching this stunt, the Hopkins plantation has a reputation and anything that jeopardizes that immediately clouds my mood. With most of the eyes in the square watching in wonder and anticipating what will happen next, my rage rises and I find my hand entangled in her hair, pulling her forcefully out of the wagon seat and straight to the ground. “I said my name is Master Hopkins and that name commands respect around here.”

Grabbing her under the arm I half raise her to her feet and begin walking with her stumbling along beside me. Calling to the crowd, I shout, “someone get me a riding crop…we have a lesson to teach and a willing pupil.” A few cheers ring out as I turn in the direction of the hitching post near the blacksmith shop across the square. Ed is even struggling to keep up with us as he quickly jumps from the wagon seat. Jacob, the local blacksmith knew what was coming and came out of his shop with a few feet of chord. I met him at the post and dragging her around to face the crowd, I toss my new slave over the H rail, bending her over it at the waist. Jacob hands me the rope and I tie her left ankle to her left wrist and then proceed to tie her right ankle to her right wrist, and in order to spread her wide and stretch that black skin tight, I pull each leg towards the hitching rail posts where they enter the ground. Left side to left post and right side to right post. The hitching rail meets her right at her belly button. Restrained in this way completely folds her over the post, presenting her black ass to me in the perfect whipping position, tight and spread. A quick glance between her legs and I see very slight hint of pink showing as her splayed pussy lips peak out from behind her outer lips. Her face hangs toward the ground in resignation, but I want the lesson to be remembered.

I take another bit of cord from Jacob and tie her hair to it.