Contributed by - Marabout
Chapter 6 - Houseboy - Part 1
For most of the rest of the day before his second flogging, William was
confined to his cell. He was brought out once, however, handcuffed and
led by the young guard who had earlier taken him to the medical block to
a room in the reception building in order to be shaved. After thirty or
more days without shaving, he had a considerable growth of beard and his
hair had also started to sprout. A female prisoner of about thirty was
waiting in the room. William recognized her as the same one who had
shaved him when he arrived a month ago.
�This one needs shaving - all over,� said the guard with a grin.
The woman pushed William down on a low stool and proceeded to mix
shaving soap in a bowl while the guard watched.
�He�s getting a flogging tomorrow,� she said. �We want him to look nice.
There will be a lot of ladies watching.�
The prisoner laughed and proceeded to lather William�s head before
applying the razor, which she did with considerable skill. After shaving
his head, she went on to do the same to his facial hair, leaving William
totally bald and clean-shaven.
�Down there too?� asked the woman, pointing to William�s genitals.
�Oh yes, of course!� the guard exclaimed. �That�s the most important
part. The ladies like to see that! He will look like a plucked chicken!�
The woman made William spread his legs splayed wide apart and squatted
down in front of him, lathering his lower belly and private parts with
the shaving brush. Then, very carefully she began to shave his pubic
hair, holding his penis between thumb and forefinger to move it to one
side as she worked round the whole genital area. The guard looked on,
grinning as the woman�s manipulations produced the inevitable arousal of
William�s penis to full erection.
�Look!� she exclaimed. �I think he wants to play! Maybe he�s in love
with you. Make him happy. After all, he�s going to get his ass whipped
tomorrow!��
The woman giggled and took a firm hold on William�s penis while she
finished the shaving, then she looked at the guard, who nodded,
grinning. She covered the penis with a small towel and began to
masturbate him slowly at first and then jerking more forcefully until,
with a shiver and a groan, he reached his climax. The two women laughed
and the inmate wiped William with a towel.
�That made him feel better!� said the guard. Then, to William: �Now,
you�ve had enough fun! Come! Back to your cell!�
William stood up, shaven and shorn and somewhat weak-kneed after this
unexpected but pleasant experience. The young guard smiled, not
unkindly, and gave him a slap on the behind.
�Quick march!� she said.
Back in his cell again, William lay on the straw mat thinking of what he
had endured over the past four weeks and what lay ahead tomorrow. In a
strange way he had to admit to himself that he was missing those days
when he was working in the village. There had been a curious excitement,
an irresistible thrill about being forced to work as a naked slave in
public, about the humiliating mockery and the thrashings and harassment
as well as the sudden kindness which he received from the people there.
Similarly, he looked back on the �training sessions�, seeing himself
standing naked in the pillory, at the mercy of Sergeant Mbenge and the
guards. It was true that they had given him a hard time, but all in all
it had been mainly his dignity that had suffered. William even felt an
undeniable sexual thrill when he thought of the public flogging that
awaited him on the morrow. He knew that it would be painful, for the
rattan cane wielded by Sergeant Mbenge was a much more formidable
instrument than the thing green bamboo switches used by the guards to
urge prisoners on to work. He knew that his punishment would be
witnessed by an enthusiastic crowd of laughing, jeering women, who
wanted to see him suffer, and he knew that he would not be capable of
enduring it stoically, that he would scream and squirm and beg and that
this would only bring more mockery from the spectators. He knew all this
and yet it was precisely this anticipation of pain and humiliation that
aroused and excited him.
In addition to all these factors, the very act of being obliged to go
naked in public excited him. He had sometimes wondered how naturists
managed this, but of course, naturists all went naked together and it
was regarded as a natural, healthy and wholesome thing to do. Here in
Malembe, however, William knew that his permanent nudity was part of his
punishment; it singled him out among all the normal, clothed people
around him; it was a means of inculcating a sense of his own shame in
his mind. Before his imprisonment, to be forced to go naked in public
would have been unreal and unthinkable, yet it was happening to him here
and now. To the people of the village it was the normal and just way to
punish offenders against the law. Now William himself was coming round
to the conviction that this was what he deserved, that the people were
right to mock and humiliate him, that he was not worthy to wear clothing
like a virtuous, upright citizen. He was beginning to experience a
secret, guilty pleasure at all the indignities that were being inflicted
upon him, at the nakedness, at the beating, at the humiliation.
One quite separate side effect of William�s prison life up to this point
was that paradoxically he felt physically healthier. He was receiving
adequate wholesome food � beans, maize or millet porridge, some
vegetables, occasional small pieces of meat or fish, and fruit. He was
drinking no alcohol and eating no fat or sugar. In addition, during his
month on �naked regime� he had been obliged to do strenuous manual work,
to which he was becoming accustomed, so that he had lost weight and
looked much less flabby than when he entered the prison. Finally, of
course, his permanent state of nakedness had given him an agreeable tan
all over his body, which enhanced his appearance to some extent. Slowly
but surely the feeling was building up in his mind that he was, in some
strange way, in the place where he had always unconsciously longed to
be.
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Captain Ndembe�s friends, Charity and Ann had arrived early at the
prison had been treated to an entertaining morning. The Captain had
escorted them down to the village, where they had had the pleasure of
witnessing Esther Langana hard at work on �naked regime�. The sight of
this erstwhile Azangan society lady toiling stark naked and sweating in
the oil palm groves amused them greatly. Charity took the opportunity to
video the scene, as a group of young village boys and girls whipped
Esther�s ample bottom with green bamboo switches just for the fun of it,
urged on by the women who were working in the grove. This had put
Charity and Ann in a good mood for lunch with the Captain at her house,
during which, enlivened by several glasses of beer, they watched with
pleasure the video that Charity had made of Esther Langana�s judicial
flogging. The three ladies, joined by Rose and Josephine, laughed until
the tears ran at Charity�s entertaining commentary on the antics of the
unfortunate Esther, as she howled and squirmed, every portion of her
generous anatomy shaking like jelly, under the lash of the rattan cane.
At two-thirty they repaired to the yard outside the administration
building, where a long table had been set up. In view of the larger
number of spectators, Captain Ndembe had decided that the punishment
should be carried out in the yard, rather than in the long reception
building. Charity and Ann sat to the Captain�s left, while Doctor Patel
was seated to her right. A number of other chairs had been placed in a
semi-circle around the A-frame for the score of guests that Charity had
organized to witness the flogging. They were ladies of the Women�s
League of the Presidential Party, of which she was chairwoman. They were
of various ages, and all wore the blue and yellow patterned national
costume of Azanga adorned with President Benda�s portrait. In addition,
there were a dozen women from the village, standing or sitting.
There was an excited hubbub as the ladies chatted and laughed. This was
to be a special occasion, for not only was the white man William to be
whipped, but also three teenage girls from Malembe. They had been found
guilty of disrespect towards the Presidential Party by the Ladies�
League, and had been sentenced to a sound thrashing. This informal type
of justice, administered by the Presidential Party mainly to young
offenders, was commonly carried out in Azanga and was a throwback to the
traditional tribal chief�s authority. The three unhappy culprits,
barefoot and clad in the white blouse and blue skirt of their school
uniform, were kneeling before the table looking extremely nervous and
sorry for themselves. William, handcuffed and naked, was kneeling,
between two guards, to one side of the A-frame. The eyes of most of the
spectators were fixed on him, and he was the object of most of their
comments.
Order was called, and Captain Ndembe read out the names and offence of
each of the three girls. The miscreants kept their gaze lowered in shame
and two of them were sobbing with fear.
�Each one of you will receive twenty-five strokes of the bamboo switch,�
Captain Ndembe announced, after delivering a suitable homily on the
subject of respect for the President and the Party. �Carry on,
Sergeant.�
The unhappy young women were ordered to stand up and take their clothes
off. Nervous and clumsy, conscious that all eyes were now on them, the
three undressed and stood there stark naked and shamefaced with their
clothes folded neatly on the ground in front of them. They were then
taken to one side, where William was kneeling, and two were ordered to
kneel while the third, a plump little creature, was pulled back to face
the table by two guards. She was required to lie face down on the
ground, subjected by the two guards, one by the wrists, and the other by
the ankles. Sergeant Mbenge had meanwhile selected a freshly cut green
bamboo switch, thin and very supple, which she swished menacingly to
test it. She then proceeded to administer a sound hiding to the
writhing, wailing girl, to the evident approval of the onlookers, who
counted out the strokes in chorus, laughing and applauding the
sergeant�s dexterity. The other two girls received similar treatment.
The second culprit, a taller, slim girl, howled and squirmed throughout
the punishment. The third, however, a stocky, tough-looking young woman,
steadfastly refused to utter a sound, other than a gasp and a grunt as
the whippy cane struck home. Her courage earned her some admiring
comment from the spectators.
Following their caning, the three culprits were obliged to kneel before
Captain Ndembe again and express their thanks for the punishment and
promise never again to commit such an offence against their beloved
President and her loyal supporters. Having done so, they were then sent
to kneel, still naked, in front of the ladies of the Women�s League to
suffer scolding and teasing.
Now, however, it was time for the �main event� of the afternoon. There
was an excited rustle and murmur among the ladies as William was brought
forward to stand before the table. Charity, of course, had been busy
with her video camera during the caning of the three girls. Now it was
focused on William, who stood with bowed head, hands cuffed behind his
back so that he was unable to conceal his half erect penis, which drew
the amused attention of the onlookers. Despite his best efforts, he had
been unable to avoid being aroused by the sight of the thrashing meted
out to the three naked girls, and now he was being roundly derided by
the ladies for this unseemly display.
There was silence as Captain Ndembe announced the sentence and the
reasons for it, followed by respectful applause. Then William was led to
the A-frame and strapped down over the padded bar in the approved
fashion so that his buttocks were raised prominently to receive the
strokes. As he was being strapped down, with his hips and genitals
pushed against the crossbar of the frame, William felt himself
surrendering entirely to the sexual nature of his predicament. He felt
acutely conscious of his nakedness and vulnerability in the presence of
this large crowd of laughing, mocking women. In his bent-over position
he could only see the polished black boots of Sergeant Mbenge to one
side and of Jane, who was counting the strokes, to the other, but he
knew that forty pairs of eyes were fixed on his buttocks, splayed apart
to expose his anus. With each searing lash of the rattan, his hips
jerked and slammed causing his buttocks to clench and unclench, and his
now fully erect penis to rub against the thick padding of the crossbar,
as if in a sexual act. The intense pain, his own writhing and screaming,
the raucous cries of the spectators, his complete helplessness and
humiliation, all combined to produce in William this strange but
overwhelming and undeniable feeling of sensual pleasure. He could not
fight it. He gave himself up to it.
The flogging ran its ritual course. The strokes were delivered at
intervals of thirty seconds with a three minute interval after five
strokes for Doctor Patel and the nurse to examine the miscreant�s
buttocks and apply a wet cloth, The spectators greeted each stroke with
cries of approval and encouragement to the flogger and jeers to the
victim, who squirmed and howled more and more wildly as the punishment
went on. The final five strokes were particularly vicious, for Sergeant
Mbenge directed them deliberately and accurately at the tender crease
where the buttock meets the top of the thigh, drawing even more piercing
shrieks from the victim.
Finally the punishment came to an end. After the doctor had looked at
William�s buttocks and pronounced herself satisfied that no serious
injury had been inflicted, the ladies of the League were permitted to
approach the A-frame, where William still lay strapped. With gusto, they
crowded round his bent figure, commenting with satisfaction on his
bruised and swollen backside and chiding him for the reprehensible
conduct which had led him to suffer this punishment. According to the
Azangans� concept of justice, it was important and necessary that
punishment should be seen to be inflicted and that the miscreant should
feel the full force of society�s abhorrence. To William, however, bent
over the bar, naked and sore, this final act of humiliation merely
served to enhance the inexpressible feeling of something approaching
sensual gratification that had gradually been growing in him throughout
his ordeal.
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Following the flogging, and after the usual medical treatment for his
sore buttocks, William found himself back again on �naked regime�. Once
again he was led, ankles shackled, down to the village, where he
underwent the customary mixture of hard physical labour, public
humiliation and occasional acts of kindness. Now, in his state of total
submission and acceptance of his fate, William just gave himself up to
his abasement, appearing even to find gratification it. Perhaps for this
reason, the villagers began to treat him much less harshly, limiting
their attentions to a form of rough, good-humored teasing rather than a
desire to hurt. He even began to look forward to being taken to the oil
palm groves where some of the more mature village ladies often worked.
Sooner or later a group of them would amuse themselves, holding him down
to fondle and slap. Similarly, with complete docility he allowed himself
to be teased by the young village boys and girls, on their way to and
from school.
William had expected to spend another twenty-eight days on �naked
regime� before his next and final dose of the rattan, after which he had
no idea what might happen to him. He remembered that the nurse,
Veronica, had told him that he would be taken to work in Captain
Ndembe�s house, but he had no way of knowing whether this was sure.
However, after only ten days on �naked regime�, one afternoon when he
was taken back to the punishment block after his stint in the village,
instead of being made to stand in the pillory for the amusement of the
guards, he was ordered to wash. Then, with neither handcuffs nor
shackles he was escorted to Captain Ndembe�s office by Sergeant Mbenge.
He stood before the Captain�s desk, hands clasped behind his neck, legs
apart, in the regulation stance. �Prisoner 35469, I have received a
communication from the Ministry of Justice concerning you,� the Captain
said, staring coldly at him. �It appears that your Consulate appealed to
the Minister to allow you to serve your sentence in the United Kingdom.
This appeal was, of course, denied. However, the Minister is willing to
allow your consular authorities to visit you here. Do you wish that?�
William was silent. He had already reached a state of complete
acceptance of his punishment and he realized that he neither wanted nor
needed any outside intervention.
�Well?� the Captain asked impatiently.
�No, Madam Governor,� he replied in a low voice. �No?� the Captain said
with surprise.
�No, Madam Governor. I do not wish to see anyone. I will just take my
punishment according to the law.�
Captain Ndembe, accustomed as she was to dealing with prisoners who were
ready to resort to any means to avoid their punishment, was impressed.
�Are you prepared to write a letter to that effect?� asked the Captain.
�Yes, Madam Governor�
�Very well. Jane, give him paper and pen. Sit over there and draft the
letter. Jane will type it and you will sign it.��
He sat down at a small table to write. How strange it felt to William to
be sitting on a chair again and it felt even stranger to be sitting on a
chair in this office, completely naked, writing a letter in the presence
of these three women. However, with sudden determination and without
hesitation, he wrote:
�I am grateful for your kind offer to assist me. However, I wish to
assure you that I have no need of assistance of any kind, nor do I wish
to be visited by anyone. My only wish is to take my punishment and serve
my sentence according to the law of Azanga. I am in good health and am
being well treated, and I am writing this letter of my own free will.
Should I need your assistance at any time in the future, I will
certainly take steps to contact you.�
He passed the paper to Jane, who immediately typed it. He signed.
William stood up again before the Captain.
�Very well. I will forward this letter. Take him away, Sergeant.�
William was marched back to the punishment block, where Sergeant Mbenge
placed him in the pillory and, for her pleasure, gave him a thrashing
with a very thin green bamboo switch which stung like a red-hot wire but
had no lasting effect.
The following morning, William was once again led out on work detail to
the village, as usual, and for the next ten days things seemed to have
reverted to their normal routine. William was quite content. He was now
accustomed to working nude and shackled in the village and, as long as
he was accompanied by an easygoing guard, he even found it quite
pleasant. Then, ten days after his interview in Captain Ndembe�s office,
eh found himself again standing before her desk.
�Prisoner 35469, I have received favorable reports of your progress in
learning discipline and humility and so I have decided to withdraw you
from regular work detail.. From today you will be employed as my
houseboy. This means that you will live and work at my residence above
the village and you will assist the two female prisoners whom I keep
there as my domestic servants. However, don�t forget that you are still
under strict punishment regime and will remain so until I decide
otherwise. Have you anything to say?�
�No Madam Governor,� William replied respectfully.
�Very well. Sergeant, have him taken up to my house by one of the
officers. My women are expecting him.� With this brief order she
dismissed William and he was marched away by Sergeant Mbenge.
On the way back to the punishment block, Sergeant Mbenge lectured
William sternly on how he was to comport himself as houseboy in the
Captain�s house.
�You will be obedient and respectful. You will do as you are told, not
only by the Captain but also by the two prisoners that work in her
house. They are your bosses. Remember you are very lucky to be there. If
you do not work to their satisfaction, they will tell the Captain, and
then the Captain will send you back to me. I will be waiting for you and
I will flog you until you have no skin left on your ass. Then you will
be sent to the men�s section of the prison to serve the rest of your
sentence. You will not enjoy that. Do you understand?�
A young guard was summoned and ordered, with full instructions from the
sergeant, to escort William to the Captain�s house. His hands were
cuffed and he was led off, out of the prison compound and along the
familiar road to the village. However, instead of continuing down the
village street, they turned off to climb the hill above the village
where Captain Ndembe�s house was situated. The gate was opened by an
elderly male guard and they entered a spacious compound surrounded by a
wall and a high hedge of green bamboo and shaded by tall trees. William
was led round to the back of the house, where there were two small huts
set against the wall. The guard called out and a plump woman wearing the
brown prison dress appeared. The guard spoke rapidly to her in Ciazangi
and Rose grinned. She surveyed the naked white man standing before her
with an expression of amused irony.
�Come!� she ordered, leading the way up the steps to the verandah
surrounding the bungalow. She shoved William through the door and into
the spacious kitchen, where a handsome young female prisoner was sitting
peeling vegetables.
�Our new slave!� said Rose, pointing to William. The young woman
laughed, staring boldly at him.
�Welcome!� she said.
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Houseboy - Part 2
William had been shown the small hut behind the house where he was to
sleep. After his seven weeks in the punishment cell this was luxury � a
crude wooden bed with a bedroll and even a blanket! He had been shown
where he could wash � a cement floor with a tap and a bucket. Now he was
sitting on a chair at a table in a well appointed kitchen, voraciously
eating a dish of soup with beans and pieces of meat floating in it. The
two women watched him eating.
�We knew that you were coming,� said Rose. �Madam told us that you will
work here. You will work for me and Josephine.�
She spoke a mixture of English and Ciazangi. Josephine, who was younger
and had been to secondary school for a couple of years, spoke better
English.
�Yes, that is right. You will be like our slave.� She laughed. �That is
what the mistress said. You will be our slave and if you don�t work hard
we will have to
beat you.�
�This is very good for us. Now we can rest and you will work for us,�
Rose said. �Oh, we are going to have an easy life now!�
�You will have to work very hard,� Josephine added. �You know Captain
Ndembe is very strict. Everything must be very clean. If she finds any
dust or dirt, you will be in trouble.�
She laughed and made a whipping action with her hand. �You will have to
take all the beatings instead of us. Oh, I think you are going to have a
very sore ass all the time! And you are not allowed to wear any clothes.
You must go naked all the time. That is what Madam told us.�
William sat there, staring down at his empty plate, unsure of how to
react.
�Don�t worry,� Rose said, noticing his worried expression. �We won�t
beat you too hard like Sergeant Mbenge!�
In fact, what William was feeling was not worry, but rather intense
excitement. He realized that this was what he had been unconsciously and
secretly desiring � to be a slave, to be under the domination of these
strong African women. Even before his arrest and imprisonment, when he
was free to go with women, he had always been more attracted by the big,
physically powerful type of woman. During these past seven weeks, from
the time he had stood to face Judge Mary Kamanga and Captain Ndembe,
through all his painful and humiliating ordeals in the punishment block
and the village, this feeling had been growing within him. Now this
dream had become reality. He was to live as an abject, naked slave. This
was the fate that he deserved. This was the punishment that he both
feared and craved. William�s main concern was certainly not the beatings
and indignities that he might suffer from these women. Rather he feared
that he might, at some future time during his imprisonment, be deprived
of this exciting and painful slavery and be sent instead to the male
prison. He determined, there and then, that he would submit to anything
they might do to him rather than go to the men�s prison.
William had not long to wait. As soon as he had finished his food, Rose
started to show him his duties. He was to sweep, polish and otherwise
clean all the floors in the house daily. He was to wash and iron clothes
in the laundry room next to the kitchen. He would have to polish the
furniture, wash the dishes after meals, help prepare meals, clean the
bathrooms and toilets, sweep the yards around the house, and perform any
other tasks that Rose or Josephine or, of course, Captain Ndembe might
order, including serve at table. This last duty was especially
important, Rose made him to understand, because Captain Ndembe often
invited her lady friends to her house for drinks or meals, so William
would be required to assist Josephine in serving the guests.
�Madam�s friends come every week,� Rose said. �Madam Charity and Madam
Ann always come and sometimes other ladies too. They like to see
prisoners flogged and Madam Charity makes videos of it.� She giggled.
�We saw you get a flogging. Madam let us watch it. When they come,
William experienced a sudden thrill of erotic excitement at the thought
of himself serving naked in a room full of women. He was unable to
control the inevitable erection that this vision brought on. Rose could
not but notice this, but she just laughed and slapped his behind.
�Oh! What�s this?� she said, pretending to be shocked. �Look at this
naughty boy, Josephine!�
�Oh, if Madam sees that you will be caned hard!� Josephine said. �I
think we must tell her, don�t you Rose?�
�Maybe we should give him a beating now!� Rose laughed. �Come here, you
bad slave!�
She seized William�s arm and started smacking his bottom. William
submitted docilely to the spanking, which was more of a game than a real
punishment while Josephine looked on, laughing, and making as if to grab
at William�s genitals to tease him.
This playful interlude came to an abrupt end, however, when the sound of
a car engine was heard.
�Madam has come home!� said Rose. �Quick, go to the kitchen. You are
going to start washing the dishes now so Madam will see you are
working.�
William obeyed and went on with various cleaning tasks, overseen by
Rose, until Josephine came into the kitchen and announced that madam
wished to see all three of them in the sitting room. Immediately they
presented themselves and found Captain Ndembe sitting on the sofa
reading some papers. She looked up when they entered and stood before
her, William between the two women.
�Well, Rose, have you shown him what he needs to know?� she asked.
�Yes, madam,� Rose answered respectfully.
William stood to attention, his arms at his sides, head bowed, looking
down at the floor in front of him. The captain addressed him.
�Prisoner 35469, remember that you are here to work. Hard work is part
of your punishment and here you will work as slave for my two servants,
Rose and Josephine. They are in charge of you and you will do everything
that they tell you to do. If you are lazy or disobedient, they have my
full permission to punish you severely. You will not be permitted to
wear any clothing at any time. Remember, you are a slave and you will go
permanently naked.. Do you understand?�
�Yes madam,� William replied in a low voice.
�Good. Now, in about seven days� time you are due for your third dose of
the rattan. An officer will be sent to take you down to the prison. You
will be brought back here after the punishment. That�s all.�
William was sent back to the kitchen to carry on with his work. Captain
Ndembe left shortly afterwards and Rose and Josephine returned to the
kitchen to continue William�s instruction.
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By the end of that first week, William had become familiar with his
routine of work. In fact, it was not too arduous, compared with the
heavy manual labour to which he had been subjected while on �naked
regime� in the prison and in the village. The two women kept him busy,
but he was not given any beatings. Rose and Josephine both chatted with
him, questioning him inquisitively about his life before his
imprisonment, especially his sex life. They also enjoyed teasing him
about his nakedness with slaps on the behind or tickling between his
legs when he bent over on some task, and derived special pleasure from
provoking an erection and ejaculation. William submitted happily to all
these attentions for he felt that he was in paradise, after his
experiences of the past weeks. Not only did he enjoy the rough play of
the two women, but also the good food, for Rose was a skilled cook, and
the comfort of sleeping on bed with a blanket.
As each day of that first week passed, however, it brought nearer the
final caning due to William. The coming ordeal was always at the back of
his mind and he thought about it with the usual mixture of trepidation
and sensuality. He dreaded the searing pain of the lashes, yet, at the
same time, he could not help experiencing a thrill, almost like an
electric shock, every time he pictured himself bent naked over the
punishment frame, mocked and humiliated by the crowd of women onlookers
as he screamed and begged for mercy. Rose and Josephine, for their part,
took pleasure in gloating over his forthcoming flogging, for they were
Azangans and shared the national predilection for corporal punishment.
They never tired of reminding William of the film of his flogging that
they had seen, describing and re-enacting the scene with relish, and
teasing him mercilessly about his squealing and squirming. William
accepted their teasing with equanimity, knowing from his experience with
the village women, that this was all part of the Azangan attitude
towards the punishment of law-breakers. He knew he had to pay a penalty
for his crime and he knew that these women would not hold it against him
provided he paid.
Punishment day came. In mid-morning a young guard came to take William
down to the prison. Rose and Josephine gave him a cheerful send-off with
a couple of smacks on the bottom and, in handcuffs, he was marched down
the hill, to the main prison compound and directly to the medical block
for a quick check-up from Doctor Patel. Thence, he was returned to the
punishment block, where, after somewhat ironical greetings from Corporal
Mbaya, he was locked in his old cell again to await the appointed time
for the punishment, which was three o�clock in the afternoon.
In due course, after what seemed to him an endless wait, William was
taken out of his cell, handcuffed and escorted by two guards to the
punishment room, where the spectators were already gathered. On this
occasion, however, there were fewer witnesses. No ladies from the
village or the Women�s League had been invited. However, besides the
Captain, the doctor, Charity and Ann and the usual staff, there was a
face that William recognized immediately. Seated next to Captain Ndembe
was Judge Mary Kamanga. She stared coldly at the trembling, naked
prisoner whom she had sentenced eight weeks ago.
The procedure was carried out speedily and with proper formality, in
view of the presence of Judge Kamanga, by whom even the ever ebullient
Charity was intimidated. However, she had brought her video camera and
was busy filming the proceedings.. Captain Ndembe read out William�s
offence and sentence and ordered Sergeant Mbenge to administer the
punishment. William was strapped down over the A-frame with rapid
efficiency and the sergeant, having selected her cane, took her stance
in preparation to inflict the first stroke. Jane stood ready next to the
A-frame ready to call out the strokes. At a sign from Captain Ndembe,
Jane called �One!� and the first stroke was delivered, drawing an
agonized howl from William. Steadily, accurately and implacably, the
flogging was administered, in groups of five strokes, with medical
supervision y Doctor Patel and the nurse. No heed was paid to William�s
cries and pleas. Under Judge Kamanga�s stern gaze, the full fifteen
strokes were delivered, leaving the unhappy William once again with
bruised and swollen buttocks. The judge went over to the A-frame to
inspect the sergeant�s handiwork. After closely examining William�s
backside, she pronounced herself satisfied that the miscreant had been
well punished, congratulated Sergeant Mbenge on her excellent work and
left the room, together with the Captain and her friends. Doctor Patel
remained for a while, checking William�s condition and giving Nurse
Veronica instructions. Then she too left.
William was released from the punishment frame and led, stiff-legged and
groaning to the medical block, where, watched over by the guards, his
buttocks were treated by Nurse Veronica. This doctor, after examining
William again, decided that he should be sent back to the Captain�s
house, where treatment could be continued. Accordingly, after an hour or
so, he was escorted on foot down the red laterite road, slowly and
painfully, wincing with every step, back to the house. Rose and
Josephine greeted him with cheerful mockery, touching his tender,
swollen bottom and then flapping their hands as if burnt by the heat
emanating from it.
They could not spend too much time making fun, however, for Charity and
Ann had stayed on after the Judge had left, and were in the sitting room
with the Captain, drinking beer and viewing Charity�s latest videos.
William, to his intense embarrassment, was called in to display his
injured backside to the three ladies. He was obliged to stand there
bending forward with his back to them while they carefully scrutinized
and commented on his marks, with much jocularity, especially from the
irrepressible Charity.
She made William stand closer to her and took pleasure in causing him to
flinch as she touched and traced each stripe with her finger. Then, to
his even greater shame, he had to watch the video of his own humiliating
thrashing of a month ago, before the large crowd of spectators from the
Women�s League and the village. Yet, together with the feeling of
intense shame, William could not help experiencing the now familiar buzz
of sexual arousal that his own pain and humiliation stimulated in him.
The ladies could not but notice this arousal, however much William tried
to conceal it, and the sight of his fattened penis swaying before them
caused even greater hilarity from Charity and Ann. Captain Ndembe looked
at him long and hard, but with a strange half-smile, as if she had
finally confirmed something that she had suspected for some time.
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Now began William�s long period of domestic servitude in the house of
Captain Florence Ndembe, the Governor of Malembe Prison. It was a period
of monotonous, mindless manual work, of dull routine, interspersed with
humiliating punishments at the hands of the Captain, her female servants
and her lady friends. It was also, William realized and now admitted
freely to himself, the happiest and most exciting period of his life
that he had ever known! He was a slave � a naked slave! He owned
nothing, had no rights, no responsibilities, no freedom, no will, no
dignity! His life was entirely dominated by his mistress� will.
Paradoxically it was a kind of freedom. He need not think any more,
merely feel!
His daily round of humdrum tasks, kitchen work, house cleaning, clothes
washing and ironing, yard and kitchen garden tending, were often
enlivened, in the Captain�s absence, by rough and tumble games with Rose
and Josephine. Rose, especially, was possessed of a great sense of fun.
She took delight in catching William bending and planting a brisk smack
on his bare backside, or flipping his penis with a finger. Best of all,
in William�s view, was when both women would feel a little frisky and
decide that he needed a spanking, which inevitably led to a vigorous
manipulation of his member until he came. Josephine tended to be crueler
than Rose in these games. Her favorite sports were to pinch and twist
William�s nipples or insert a hot green chili pepper into his anus in
order to �make him dance�, as she put it. Rose and especially enjoyed
taking William with her to carry her basket when she went down to the
small fruit and vegetable market in the village, and the incongruous
sight of a naked white man accompanying an African woman as her porter
was a never-ending source of amusement for the villagers, who remembered
William from his days on �naked regime�.
Josephine was also the harder of the two when Captain Ndembe ordered her
or Rose to whip William for some transgression, as she often did. Rose
tried to soften the punishment as far as possible without annoying her
mistress, but Josephine took pleasure in laying the green bamboo switch
on with gusto. Perhaps this was because she herself was liable to
receive a switching from Captain Ndembe or from Rose at the mistress�
orders, and from time to time, she was also required, like William, to
serve naked for the amusement of the Captains friends. Thus, being able
to whip the white slave gave her some measure of status in the domestic
hierarchy. William, for his part, submitted to it all, irrespective of
who was wielding the cane. Indeed, he began to find ways of provoking
Rose and Josephine into punishing him by committing deliberate clumsy
errors in his work.
All was not whipping and humiliation, however. As time went by, William
learnt a great deal about their past lives and their families. Rose had
been the chief cook in an ethnic Azangan restaurant in the capital. The
restaurant had been very successful and the owner got rich, mainly due
to Rose�s skill in preparing exotic local dishes. In an argument over
pay, however, Rose had flown into a rage and attacked him with a kitchen
knife. He died of his injuries and Rose was sentenced to twenty years
hard labour. At the time of William�s arrival, she had ten more years to
do. Josephine had been a dancer in a nightclub who had systematically
robbed clients after getting them drunk. She had received five years and
had already served three of them. She was bi-sexual and certainly
enjoyed being the Captain�s paramour.
William was also subject to regular whippings at the hands of the
Captain herself, either with the green bamboo or with her small but
extremely painful �ciboko�, the hippopotamus-hide whip. This was the
whip that she often used when her friends, Charity and Ann and others,
came to visit. For William these occasions were the most thrilling and
at the same time the most humiliating. This was where he felt himself to
be most slave-like. To be obliged to serve these rich, elegantly
dressed, mature African ladies, exposed stark naked, to their mockery
and teasing. At their whim they could have William whipped by Rose and
Josephine, or, with Captain Ndembe�s permission, they could administer
the whipping themselves. Charity was particularly fond of inflicting
such punishment, lashing William�s long-suffering buttocks
energetically, at the same time accompanying the whipping with a torrent
of humorous banter which kept her companions highly entertained. The
erotic reaction that these beatings provoked in William was also a
source of great mirth. The ladies had soon understood that William
secretly needed and even enjoyed being beaten and ill-treated by women,
and they took full advantage of the opportunity to indulge in little
gratuitous abuse.
********************
Three years passed in this way. Josephine was released after completing
her sentence and another young female prisoner took her place in the
kitchen and in the bed of Captain Ndembe. Rose was content with her lot.
Her family was allowed to visit her regularly, but she declared herself
happiest in Captain Ndembe�s house. William became the complete slave.
He desired no other life. However, he was alarmed to hear from Captain
Ndembe that the Ministry of Justice had decided to grant him an amnesty
at the end of his third year of imprisonment. He did not want this. He
knew that he would be deported from Azanga, the country where, in spite
of all that had happened to him, he felt most at home. Where would he
go? What could he do?
It was here that Captain Ndembe�s friend Charity, of all people, came to
the rescue. Using her influence as Chairwoman of the Women�s League of
the Presidential Party, she secured an assurance that William could stay
on in Azanga after his release on certain conditions. The conditions
were that he would be employed in her house as her general servant and
that she would act as his sponsor, taking full responsibility for his
future conduct. When the proposal was put to him, William was overjoyed.
When the day of his release finally came, he took leave of Rose in
tears. Captain Ndembe dismissed him in a formal way, but wished him good
luck in a friendly tone. For the first time in over three years, William
was permitted to wear clothing, his own shirt and trousers that had been
taken from him when he was stripped on arrival at the prison. A car was
sent to transport him down to the town of Malembe on the shores of the
lake. When the car reached Charity�s large house, just outside the town,
surrounded by a high wall and set in a spacious garden, William was
taken round to the back of the building and received in the kitchen by a
tall, buxom, very black woman of some forty years of age.
She surveyed William with some distaste, as he stood there barefoot and
awkward.
�I am Ruth, Madam Charity�s housekeeper,� she said, speaking good, clear
English in a deep musical voice that reminded William of Sergeant Mbenge.
�She has told me to take charge of you. You will work as general kitchen
and house boy under my orders. I want hard work and obedience from you.
Do you understand?�
�Yes, madam,� said William humbly.
�You must call me Mistress Ruth!� she snapped.
�Yes, Mistress Ruth.�
�Very well,� Ruth answered. �Now, take all your clothes off. Here, in
Madam Charity�s house you will always work naked. Hurry up! Strip!�
The End
Epilogue
This is not the end of William�s trials and tribulations. Rather it
is the new beginning. We have yet to recount his life as Madam Charity�s
slave, albeit her willing slave, for that is what he became after his
release from Malembe Prison. This story will be told in a future episode
of .the adventures of William Maze in Azanga.
Marabout, November 2009
