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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Summer had arrived none too soon for Keisha. The colored teenage girl was looking forward to spending the rest of the summer relaxing around the house and out in the yard. Returning to class in the fall was the furthest thing from her mind.
Keisha had already reached legal age, but perhaps owing to her cute chubby face and her somewhat childlike demeanor, she didn't seem that old to others. Her body, however, left no doubt that she was no longer a young girl. Her breasts were large and her ass was wide. She had long black hair which she wore in thin braids with colored beads. Her complexion was neither light nor dark for a negro girl. Her dark brown eyes, nice broad nose, and thick lips complemented her pretty face.
The black teenager, her younger sister Latoya, and her mother Jaleesa had recently moved into the house in the quiet suburban neighborhood. It was a welcome change from the series of apartments they'd lived in over the years. The house belonged to Jaleesa's boss, who also lived in the house on the next street whose backyard bordered their own. He owned many such properties and supported himself with the rents. Keisha's mother had worked for Mr. Nelson for as long as the colored girl could remember.
Keisha liked to look out her bedroom window into Mr. Nelson's yard across the tall hedges that separated the two back yards. He had a nice big garden, lilac bushes, and a couple of fruit trees. She noticed that the tree she'd seen flowering when they all first moved in was now bearing fruit. Peaches were clearly hanging from the branches.
Often in the morning the negro teen would see Mr. Nelson's gardener, a tall slender black woman with short nappy hair, weeding and watering. She never saw the gardener tending the peach tree though. Occasionally she'd see the white man himself busying himself with that task.
The peaches had started to look ripe from where Keisha would sit looking and she longed to taste one. She also wanted to get closer to Mr. Nelson. She'd met him from time to time over the years of her mother's time in his employ. The colored girl had always found him to be the fatherly type. Now in his late forties and starting to gray a little that image of him had only intensified in her mind.
The black teenager had in fact spent much time fantasizing about the older white man and they weren't fatherly fantasies at all. She saw the gardener bent over the flower garden and imagined herself working beside her. Only it wasn't just a back yard flower garden in her fantasy. It was a field on a plantation like those she read about in her history class.
At night in her bed Keisha would imagine herself as a slave on the plantation, working the fields with the other slaves. Mr. Nelson was the owner of the plantation and the slaves, including Keisha. In her fantasy he'd send for her to come to the big house and she'd go inside.
'Keisha, you'll be my house nigger now,' he'd say.
'Yes, massa,' she imagined her reply. 'I's sho happy to be dat fo' you, suh.'
He'd take her to his private quarters and have her undress for him. She imagined herself slowly taking her clothes off and he'd have his eyes glued to her, aroused, wanting her. She'd get into his bed with him and he'd take her. Slowly, but relentlessly, he'd take her.
She thought about how it would be, his hard white cock penetrating her black cunt. The pain of her hymen breaking. The feel of him inside her. Stroking in and out, the pain giving way to pleasure. Finally, he'd cum in hot spurts. Groaning with pleasure he'd empty himself into her.
'Oh, massa!' she'd cry in her fantasy. 'Is I yo' nigga now?'
'Yes, Keisha,' he'd tell her soothingly. 'You're my nigger and always will be.'
About this time the black teenager would be rubbing her clit furiously and would soon cum hard. Sometimes she'd catch herself being loud and afterwards she'd lay quietly in her bed, still breathing hard, listening for signs that she'd woken up her mother or sister.
One afternoon Keisha couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She'd told her mother about the peaches and how bad she wanted one that morning before she left for work.
"You best stay out of that white man's yard, girl," Jaleesa warned her daughter. "We waited a long time for this house and I tol' him you girls wouldn't be no trouble to him."
"Ok, mama," Keisha promised. "I'll stay out."
But that was a few hours earlier. Now the colored girl imagined she could smell the sweet fruit. She made her way through the tall hedge and into Mr. Nelson's back yard. The thorns in the bushes scratched her and caught in her light cotton sun dress.
The gardener was nowhere to be seen, but Keisha had never seen her there in the afternoon so she wasn't surprised. She reached up and plucked a peach from the tree. She looked closely at it and started to take a bite.
"What do you think you're doing?" came a male voice from inside the house.
Keisha was startled and dropped the peach in the grass. She looked towards the house just in time to see Mr. Nelson emerging from the screen door on the back porch of the white clapboard sided house.
"Nothin'," said Keisha. "I ain't doin' nothin', Mr. Nelson."
"It doesn't look like 'nothin'', girl," observed Mr. Nelson. "It looks like you're over here taking my peaches. You're Keisha, aren't you? Jaleesa's girl? Just moved in and already up to no good. Your mama's not going to be very happy to hear about this."
"Don't tell her what I done!" pleaded the colored girl. "I tol' her I wouldn't come over here. She'll be mad at me."
"That's not my problem, girl," explained the white man. "I can't have my peach tree raided like this and it's up to your mama to see that you don't. She told me there'd be no problems with controlling her kids. And frankly you seem a little too old to be unable to control yourself."
"I's sorry," she apologized. "I was jus' gonna take one. That's all. You ain't gotta tell her. It ain't like she gonna whup me or nothin'. But I don't want her to be dis'pointed in me. I's s'posed to be growed up and this'll jus' make her keep treatin' me like a chil'."
"Well, if I were your daddy I'd whup your butt good, girl," said Mr. Nelson. "Then you'd know better than to come trespassing over here and taking what doesn't belong to you. But I'm not your daddy so I got no choice but to let your mama deal with it. And I'd surely recommend taking the belt to you. That's the only way a nigger girl'll learn anything."
Keisha wasn't sure she'd heard right. Did Mr. Nelson just call her a nigger girl? She knew it wasn't right for him to call her that, but at the same time she felt it in her pussy. She thought of her fantasy. Massa Nelson calling for his house nigger. Then she thought of him giving her a whupping. She could tell she was creaming in her panties.
"I's beggin' you," pleaded the colored girl. She bowed her head and blushed. "You kin whup me if you want, Mr. Nelson. Jus' please don't tell my mama what I done."
"Let me get this straight, Keisha," said the white man slowly. "You'll take a belt whuppin' if I don't tell your mama you were over here taking fruit off my tree?"
"Yes, sir," the black teen replied respectfully. "I know I done wrong an' I deserves it. I jus' don't want my mama dis'pointed in me. If you promise not to tell, I'll take the whuppin'."
Mr. Nelson stood and looked at the chastened colored girl standing before him with her eyes downcast.
"Very well," he said at last. "Come with me."
The white man led Keisha to a walk-in tool shed which was mostly surrounded by lilac bushes. He opened the door revealing a small dark musty room with gardening tools hanging on the wall. A lawn mower and gas can sat in the middle of the rough wooden floor. A workbench ran the length of one wall. A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling, but enough daylight came in through a dirty cracked window that there was no problem seeing inside..
"After you," he instructed her.
Keisha stepped inside with Mr. Nelson right behind her. He closed the door behind them and turned to her where she stood next to the workbench. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she examined the floor, unable to look him in the eye.
"Take down your panties, girl," he ordered as he pulled his belt off. "Bend over the workbench and lift your dress up and be quick about it."
"You want me to pull down my panties?" Keisha asked incredulously. "I don't think I should be doin' that. Can't you just whup me on top of my clothes?"
"I can tell your mama what you've been up to or you can take a bare assed whuppin' like a proper nigger girl," responded the white man. "Which is it gonna be?"
Keisha was scared now. She hadn't expected this to go so far. But she felt it between her legs when he referred to her as a nigger girl again. She could feel that her panties were soaked. Even the idea of taking the belt for this white man was getting her excited and she couldn't understand why. Her mama had whupped her plenty of times when she was little and all that did was hurt.
"'k," she said at last in a small voice.
The negro teenager reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. She turned away from him and faced the workbench. Bending over she lifted her dress, revealing her naked backside. Her face was hot with both embarrassment and excitement. She was sure she could smell her pussy and hoped the white man couldn't. She grabbed the edge of the workbench and braced herself.
"That's a good girl," he praised her. "Get ready. This is going to hurt."
Mr. Nelson doubled the belt over in his hand and raised his arm before bringing it down on the the colored girl's fat black ass.
Whap! Keisha stood upright immediately and put her hands on her ass after the first blow. Her dress fell back to cover her. A tear ran down her cheek.
"Owww!" she cried. "That hurt!"
"It's supposed to hurt, girl," he explained patiently. "Now get back in position to take the next one. And take it you will. I'm going to give you ten strokes. If you stand up before you get them all I'll have to start over. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Nelson," said the black teen softly, her voice cracking.
Keisha bent back over the work bench and lift her dress, exposing herself to the white man's belt.
Whap! The blow stung her and it took all of her will not to stand and reach back behind her to protect herself. She was so humiliated at having to just stand there with her ass exposed and take it to avoid having to start over.
Whap! The next blow struck her right over where the first had landed and hurt doubly.
"Owww!" she yelped, but remained in position.
Whap! Her tears were flowing freely and welts from the blows were beginning to rise on her tender black flesh.
Whap! Whap! Whap! The colored girl stayed in position and took it and cried.
"Owww..." wailed Keisha. "Owww..."
Whap! Whap! Whap! The negro teenager's moans were constant now. Her ass was on fire from the whupping she was receiving at the hand of the older white man.
"This last one will be a good one, girl," warned Mr. Nelson. "Brace yourself."
"I's ready for it," she sniveled.
Whap!! Keisha's knees buckled slightly from the shock of the painful blow.
"Owww!" the chubby teen yelped again.
Keisha's face was wet with tears and her nose was running. She remained submissively bent over the workbench with her dress up and her panties around her knees awaiting either the next blow or the white man's permission to stand. The aroma of her pussy was thick in the air.
"That's all, girl," said the white man at last, breathing heavily. "You took that very well indeed. You're a good nigger, Keisha. And you're very polite and respectful. I like that. There'll be no need for me to tell you mama about this. You can take some paper towels off the roll on the workbench to dry your face
"Thank you, Mr. Nelson," she replied, her voice still cracking.
Keisha tore off a couple of paper towels and dried her eyes and blew her nose. Her panties were still around her knees.
"Kin I pull my panties back up now?" she asked in her little girl voice.
"Yes, you may, girl," said Mr. Nelson after letting his eyes linger on the sight of the bare assed negro teenager in front of him. "Pull up your panties."
"Thank you," she said, calming down.
"I can smell you from here, girl," the white man said knowingly. "I think you liked that. You are a nigger aren't you?"
Keisha was mortified. He had noticed her arousal and she didn't know how to respond to his question. She pulled up her panties and let her dress drop back.
"Can I go home now, Mr. Nelson?" she asked finally, avoiding answering his query.
"Yes, girl," he said finally. "Run along home now. Take a few peaches with you if you want." He paused and looked her in the eye. "And if you are a nigger... Well, feel free to knock on the back door. I know how to treat nigger girls."
"'k," said Keisha softly.
The black teenager walked across the white man's back yard. She bent to pick up the peach she'd dropped earlier and felt the pain from the welts on her behind. She could also feel the dampness between her legs. Plucking a couple more peaches she went back through the hedge to her own yard and went into the house and straight up to her room and closed the door.. Keisha stripped and stood with her back to the full length mirror in her room. She looked over her shoulder and admired the welts Mr. Nelson had left on her ass and felt a measure of pride in his words.
'You took that very well indeed. You're a good nigger, Keisha,' he had told her.
Massa Nelson, she imagined, picturing the white man. Massa Nelson had whupped his nigger good. She had taken it well and he was pleased. She lay in her bed and slowly began to masturbate, imagining herself on the plantation.
'I's yo' nigga, Massa,' she imagined telling him. 'You kin beat me all you wants, suh. I's jus' a nigga fo' you to do wit' like you please.'
The black teenager came hard and gradually fell asleep, dreaming of being his.
Next: Chapter 2 - Initiation
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