Chapter 2

The Minister looked doubtfully at Pamela, who buried her face in his strong hands and burst into tears. He grinned. He had the girl just where he wanted her. Looking at Joanne he caught her silly smirk and frowned. Immediately she regained her composure. He pulled himself free.

"Nasear, the diving board." He commanded quietly, nodding at his niece and then at the board. Pamela struggled tremulously to her feet. What was going to happen now? Nasear looked very nervous, her eyes darting between the swimming pools diving board and The Minister. Briefly her eyes flitted around the garden like a startled gazelle seeking escape. As if reading her thoughts the bodyguards had circled the group, blocking any chance of escape into the bushes.

She looked meekly at The Minister. She had been beaten before, and knew the strength of his arm. Meeting his gaze she looked submissively down. Her whole body seemed to be twitching nervously. Perhaps he would go easy on her if she looked properly respectful and submissive.

She peeked at him from under her eyelashes. He looked as though he was getting angrier! She rushed over to the short end of the board, and threw her supple body along its length. She was bent over at the waist with her knees resting on the steps leading on to the board. Her hands grasped the edges of the board.

"Nasear! You have forgotten to prepare yourself!" Nasear jumped up.

"But Uncle!" Her eyes flashed from her uncle to the watching guards and back again meaningfully. She met only his stern gaze. She braced herself, thought better of it, and her hands quickly slid her bikini bottoms down her slender thighs. Keeping her eyes lowered she returned to position herself on the diving board.

Pamela watched as The Minister reached for, and unclipped his wide leather belt. He slid it slowly out from his trousers. Wrapping one end tightly around his huge black fist he advanced on Nasear.

A trembling fearful Nasear. Pamela watched transfixed. Her own father had never taken a belt to her. Though she had heard of it done before.

The arm rose and Pamela could hear the swish through the air of the belt as it fell hard and sharp across Nasear's curvaceous backside. Nasear jerked upwards, only her hands gripping the board holding her in place.

The Minister's arm rose again, and Pamela held her breath. She could see his hand gripping the belt. A strong powerful hand, and she shivered as it fell again. Again Nasear jerked and squirmed.

Pamela looked at Joanne, who was staring avidly, her pearly teeth nibbling her lip. She would be next. Joanne herself jumped nervously when the next blow fell.

Pamela looked at the ground at her feet. What had she got herself into? She trembled in fear of the potential pain from that belt. Another side of her seemed disturbed. She had voluntarily surrendered into the power of a very powerful man. He was physically strong, with natural authority. Rich, influential and more than capable of getting his own way in any manner he chose.

Thwack! The crack of the wide leather belt across Nasear's soft round bottom broke her thoughts. Was she really going to allow him to do that to her! A small murmur of panic bubbled inside.

Another swish of air displaced by a whirling belt!

Whack!

A gasping sob broke from Nasear.

Crack!

A bubbling gurgling groan burst Nasear's lips.

Crack!

Nasear started weeping, but it had no effect on The Minister whose arm rose swiftly and fell again. Three more times it rose and fell.

Twelve. Pamela realised she had been counting. Twelve times he had masterfully wielded that belt. She shivered again.

The Minister stepped back, as if examining his handiwork. His hands softly stroked Nasear's trembling bottom, in an almost loving caress. Pamela almost wished it was her own bottom being so lovingly caressed. Her own bottom cheeks tingled.

He turned and called out to the house. A servant rushed out, running across the lawn. He handed an ointment to The Minister who squeezed the sweet smelling contents into his large palms before turning to Nasear. With swift gentle strokes he oiled and palmed Nasear's softly curved bottom. Pamela found a sudden rush of moisture in her loins. She could not imagine her father doing this after any punishment! Her cheeks flushed pink as with a sudden thrust, an oiled finger slid inside Nasear's bottom. Oh my God, thought Pamela.

What is he doing?

Nasear was wriggling on the smoothly working finger!

Finally The Minister stepped back reaching for the towel now offered to him by the servant. Obviously the servant was used to this kind of thing Pamela realised with a sense of wonder. What sort of house was this?

Nasear realising that it was over rushed to the pool and jumped in! Anxious for the cooling waters of the swimming pool. She feverishly rubbed her bottom to the amused laughter of the watching African bodyguards. The Minister's frown soon stopped that.

"Joanne." The Minister's voice was calm, quiet, and authoritative.

Joanne bounced forward, almost with a jig in her step. The resulting motion of her youthful full jutting white breasts focused the attention of every eye in the garden. As Joanne, supremely confident in her own beauty, had known it would. She stood in front of The Minister, delightfully aware of the ogling eyes. She was a vision of white loveliness, almost in constant motion as she hopped about in her bare feet on the pool's hot patio paving.

Without needing encouragement her hand whisked away her bikini bottoms hurtling them into the face of one of her most ardent admirers among the bodyguards.

Her dark hair framed a beautiful face. It was a perfect setting for her hazel eyes, which seemed to be flashing in eager delight. Wasn't she afraid wondered a surprised Pamela. Nasear was still quietly sobbing though trying to suppress it.

Joanne skipped lightly over the hot paving of the patio. Her bare feet hardly able to cope with the sun drenched heat of the ground. Quickly she positioned herself over the diving board, with her knees resting on one of the steps. Her pretty bottom protruded upwards and outwards almost as though presented in anticipation of the blows to come.

Pamela watched unbelieving. It was almost as though Joanne welcomed what was to come. As though she was provoking and inviting her punishment. The provocation worked.

The Minister had stripped off his jacket and tie. Then he removed his shirt. He gripped and flexed the fingers of his hands before reaching for the belt again. Pamela watched its dangling length as it hung from his strong grip and shivered.

She was next.

The thought made her tremble. Her second thoughts were overcome by the picture she imagined on both her parent's face as The Minister explained how he had witnessed Pamela licking sperm off a woman's nipple! Her bottom clenched and shivered. There was really no alternative to submitting to The Minister's punishment.

To submitting to his strength and power.

Joanne seemed to give an impatient wriggle. The Minister responded with a sharp forward step, and the powerful sweep of his arm. Pamela could hear the swish of air, before the loud slap of the hard leather on soft squirming white flesh!

"Owww!" squealed Joanne. Her body shook in a paroxysm. The Minister's arm rose and flashed down hard.

Crack!

"Oooooh!... nooo... it hurt!"

Grins creased the faces of the black bodyguards. They loved it when they were able to witness an uppity white Rhodesian Miss get her just deserts at the hands of one of the new black rulers of the country.

Crack! Crack! Two swift blows and Joanne was jerking and jiggling her bottom furiously. Four stripes of pink now marred the white perfection. A wail broke from her lips. The Minister grinned. Not so cocky now was his latest favourite. It was such a shame her wealthy farming father her wasn't hear to see her punishment. The Minister would have relished heaping that humiliation on him.

He turned positioning himself for the next blow, and Pamela watched unbelievingly as Joanne repositioned herself. Her back arched, her lovely legs parted, her pinkly glowing bottom was thrust up and out as if in readiness for the next blow. With sudden shock Pamela realised that Joanne was wet. Wet between her legs! Her now exposed labia glistened with dew!

Another rush of wetness between her own virginal thighs, brought a pink shame to her face.

Thwack! The wide leather struck again, and soft glowing cheeks bounced, throbbed and trembled. Joanne pressed herself hard against the board. Her painfully throbbing nipples rubbed against its smooth hardness with each blow. I hope he lets me whip Timothy was in her mind as her pussy throbbed its heat, passion, and throbbing excitement.

Crack! She jerked as hot fire erupted on her bottom spreading fiery flames of passion to her loins. She shivered in delight.

Crack! She arched her back higher exposing herself lewdly to the watching men.

Crack! A whimper escaped her throat. Was it a whimper of pain, or need, or perhaps both.

Crack! Tears burst from her eyes at the latest blow. The throbbing glow in her loins flashed to an inner burning heat that was out of control. She wriggled in heat.

Crack! Crack! Joanne's body was jerking and shivering. Her mind lost in passion. With sudden despair she realised he had finished, he was walking away!

"No," she wailed. "Please no... hit me again! Harder."

Pamela was in shock. Had Joanne really asked to be whipped again? To be lashed by that fearsome belt! The Minister turned back to Joanne eyeing her speculatively. His bodyguards murmured. Nasear looked mockingly at the weak willed Rhodesian girl.

Slowly The Minister turned back to Joanne, his hands tightening the belt in his iron grip. He grinned a mischievous, yet evil grin, as he watched Joanne wriggle her bottom back at him enticingly. It was so easy to corrupt these western women.

Joanne hid her head against the board as she saw The Minister raise his arm again. She trembled in anticipation.

"Hard,2 her whispered breathless plea.

The loud slap of leather sent Joanne into another paroxysm. Her body shook and shivered. The men could see as she raised her body from the board in a body wrenching shudder, her hard pink tipped breasts were trembling and shaking.

"Aaaargggh," a deep satisfying wail escaped her throat as an orgasm overtook her. Moisture gathered wetly in her loins seeking escape. Finally she slumped back onto the board. Her body shook and trembled in the aftermath of her explosion.

Pamela was rooted to the spot. She still could not believe that Joanne had asked to be whipped again. What on earth had happened to cause her to respond like that? Confusion ran riot in Pamela's relative naive and innocent mind. Her own hot virginal loins only added to her confusion.

An innocence that was not going to survive beyond this hot sultry afternoon!

The Minister reached for the ointment from his servant, thoroughly oiling his hands before pouring a liberal dose into the palm of his hand. He turned back to a nearly comatose Joanne sprawled almost wantonly across the diving board.

His large black hand cupped and gently stroked Joanne's quivering pinkly glowing moons.

"Hmm... Oooh!" Satisfied whimpering came from the sweet seventeen year old. Pamela stared in fascination at the stark contrast of those black hands stroking and fondling. Yes, fondling was the word, the sweet white/pink cheeks of Joanne's curvy bottom. She shivered at the realisation that he would probably do that to her as well. It set up a shivering along her spine. She might actually like that as well she realised. A wicked naughty thought that persisted in her mind.

The Minister relished the smooth softness of Joanne's bottom. $2000ZD had been a small price to pay for the discovery of this wanton teenager. Amply repaid by the raffle of her charms to his fellow cabinet members.

Her mother was equally a delight. Today her mother was in the stables serving some of the soldiers from the small garrison kept at the villa. He did not want complications or petty jealousies interfering with his debauching of the Fleming girl.

Their conquest and subjugation had just been steps along the road to breaking the spirit of Joanne's father and acquiring his business.

Pamela gasped. The Minister had thrust his black finger inside Joanne's bottom. Joanne wriggled furiously and seemed to be trying to push her bottom back on to his finger pushing it deeper! Pamela's hand rose to her mouth to stifle her gasp. Was Joanne actually enjoying his finger in her bottom?

She watched amazed as The Minister seemed to take more time than he had with Nasear, sliding and wriggling his finger in and out.

"Mmm..." a soft murmur escaped Joanne's lips. With an audible pop, he pulled his finger free.

He turned to his Head Bodyguard as he dried his hands on the proffered towel. Signalling for his hand held radio. Taking it he turned and looked up at the security camera.

"Did you get everything?"

"Yes Boss," came the response crackling over the radio.

"I don't want any silly mistakes like the film running out in the next hour!" The Minister's voice was stern.

"No, boss, no chance of that." The eyes of the white mercenary glanced quickly nervously at the spools of tape remaining. He was safe! The last soldier to forget to make sure there was plenty of tape had been tied to one of the posts in the approaches of The Minister's main villa. He was still there for all he knew.

The Minister turned to Pamela.

"Well then young lady. Have you decided you would rather I spoke to your father rather than punished you?" His eyes were appraising. Nervously Pamela looked at Joanne, who had now risen from the board though she still looked shaky. Nasear was still clutching her bottom in the pool.

Pamela cleared her throat. Suddenly she was very, very nervous. Nasear and Joanne looked expectantly at her. She thought of her father. He would not beat her like The Minister had done, but then he would simply ground her. Perhaps for the whole two years of his contract.

Whatever, her parents would watch her like a hawk and there would be no opportunity for fun and games of the sort she had just shared with Nasear and Joanne. If they were more careful perhaps they would have another chance to play with Timothy! Guilty but wicked thoughts filled her mind.

She looked again at Joanne and Nasear. A sullen look had come into their eyes clearly they now expected her to change her mind and opt for her father being told. She could almost read their minds. Were they to be punished, and not Pamela? She could sense a resentment building. If she did not take equal punishment she would never become close to their friendship again.

But then she realised in a few moments it would all be over after twelve admittedly painful strokes. Then she would feel those large masculine hands rubbing oil on her own bottom. A strange heat flared within her loins at the thought of the hands of this authoritive black man stroking and rubbing oil into her own soft white bottom.