Slave girl punished

Anisha was a pretty little slave girl. She had been born and was being raised on the plantation of James Brandywine. It was a large cotton plantation with many slaves to work the fields and serve James and his family of four in the big manor house. The Brandywine plantation was one of the largest in the state and James was a very influential farmer and merchant. The family consisted of James, his wife Mary, his eighteen year old son Jonathan and his daughter Bessie.

Anisha’s mother tried to keep her out of sight as much as possible. When she got old enough to start to be of sexual interest to both black and white men and boys, she was dressed in baggy loose clothes and her hair was never combed. Her mother did not want her to bring anyone’s attention. She was trying to protect her only daughter.

One day James was riding around the plantation looking for any repairs that needed to be done and seeing how the crops were growing. When he rode past one of the ponds on the property he spotted many nigger young ones swimming. They were all naked. It looked like their ages started at about four and went up to maybe eighteen or so. Twelve was just about the age that they would have to start working on the crops or at the house or other chores. He told the ones in the water to come out and for all of them to come and stand before him. James looked down from his horse at the children.

Two of the boys looked old enough to work. He told them to report to the slave master. One girl stood out. She looked older and more developed than the rest of the children. It was Anisha. She was older. She said was 18. She was watching after her little brother who was only four. Anisha stood naked in front of her owner. She was trying to hide her body with her arms. She could not hide the fact that she was a pretty girl. “What is your name girl?” “Anisha, Sir.” “What nigger is your mother, girl?” “My Momma be Bertha, Massa.” “Tell your mother to come to the main house after the work day and to bring you with her.” “Yes Massa.” James rode off thinking about the pretty, naked little slave girl. He stopped after just a couple strides and turned his head back. “Have you been fucked yet, girl?” “No Massa, I not be sexed yet.” How could she have not been seen by him till she was this old? He figured that it was because he owned so many slaves that he could not get to know every one of them.

Anisha put on her dress and went home and told her mother about meeting James and that he wanted her mother to bring her to the main house that evening. Bertha knew just what would happen if she did it. Her little girl was going to be raped by the master, probably right in front of her.