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African Punishments
Judicial Canings in Africa
Mike from London
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Keith Foley liked to take his holidays in out-of-the-way places.
This year he had gone to Africa and was now in Bakatu. As he was
walking about the town of Ngonge he noticed a large crowd thronging
in to a field. He asked someone what was happening and was told
that this was the day when the sentences of corporal punishment
recently ordered by the district court would be carried out. These
canings were always carried out in public in order to increase the
humiliation of the punishments and the deterrent effect.
Out of curiosity he went in. He made his way through the
jostling native crowd and found a vacant place near the wire where
he could see the whole proceedings. He noticed two people whom he
knew standing near him, Mrs Chilemba and her daughter Omalara. They
were native Bakatuans, but from Reesa, the capital, and were
staying at the same hotel as him. Mrs Chilemba was very traditional
in her ways but Omalara was quite westernised. Keith saw that the
seventeen year old girl was wearing a T-shirt and extremely tight
jeans which showed her attractive behind off to perfection. He knew
that Mrs Chilemba was worried that Omalara was too friendly with an
'unsuitable' boy and that they were often arguing. His sympathies
would normally have been with the daughter, but she had been very
rude to him, for no reason, the day before and he realised that she
must be a difficult girl.
There was a group of people in the middle of the field, near a
wooden hurdle. It was easy to see who was going to be caned as
they, both men and women, wore undecorated grey gowns and their
hands were cuffed. He had a good view and had his binoculars with
him. There were about a dozen men to be punished, from men in their
forties to boys of school age. Most, however, were about nineteen
or twenty. There were rather fewer women - six or seven. These,
too, were of varying ages, one definitely middle aged, while there
was also a very frightened looking girl who didn't look more than
fourteen or fifteen. There were also several police and prison
officers - some of whom carried leather straps. Several canes hung
from a stand near the hurdle.
The women were punished before the men - an application of the
doctrine 'ladies first'. A large, Junoesque, woman was led forward
and, using the loudspeaker system, an official read out her name,
her offence - which was theft of jewellery from a hotel bedroom -
and her sentence - six months imprisonment with twelve strokes of
the cane at the beginning of the term and another twenty at the
end. This was the first instalment. The woman appeared to be about
twenty-five and looked defiant rather than frightened.
After the details had been read out one of the officers removed
the woman's gown and she stood before the crowd stark naked except
for a tiny G-string. Now Keith saw that she had an excellent
figure, until then this had been hidden by the shapeless grey gown.
She did not seem ashamed that everybody could see her bare breasts
- Keith supposed that African women had different ideas about
nudity.
The officer led her round in front of the hurdle and made her
bend over it. Then she fastened the woman's handcuff's to an iron
ring set in the ground. This ring could be moved nearer to or
further from the hurdle depending on the height of the offender.
The woman's big black bottom was exposed for punishment. Keith
noticed that she kept her legs tightly together and felt his prick
harden giving him an uncomfortable erection.
A woman police sergeant took off her uniform jacket and selected
a cane from the stand. It was a straight length of rattan, spirally
wrapped with cord at one end to provide a hand grip. It was about
a yard long, gradually tapering from nearly an inch thick at the
handle end to less than half an inch at its tip. It looked a lot
worse than the one Keith remembered being used to painful effect on
his own clothed bottom at school. The sergeant swished it through
the air twice. It hissed wickedly and sounded horribly supple.
Keith saw the woman's bottom flinch and wriggle at the sound.
Then the caning began in earnest. The sergeant was obviously
very experienced in the administration of corporal punishment. She
brought the cane back behind her shoulders and lashed it down with
amazing force. She used her whole body and also a supple little
twist if her wrist to bring that rod slamming down on to the young
woman's unprotected black bottom with the force of a Grand Prix car
hitting the barriers. Keith clearly heard the noise of that
terrific impact, without the benefit of loudspeakers, but apart
from a slight tremor passing through the woman's body she remained
impassive and made no sound.
The next stroke, equally violent, followed after a pause of
about ten seconds, once again eliciting little reaction from the
stoical African woman. Stroke after stroke landed and Keith could
see, through his binoculars, that her bottom was covered in weals
but apart from a slight kicking of her legs the culprit remained
apparently impassive. He heard admiring comments from the African
audience - they appreciated courage.
After the eighth stroke, however, it was clear that the pain
was getting through to her. Keith heard a loud metallic rattling as
the woman tried to pull her hands free. The sergeant must have
noticed this as well. She paused a bit longer before the next
stroke and it may have been even harder than the earlier ones.
This time the woman yelled out in pain at the top of her voice
and kicked her legs frantically. The G-string protected her
modesty, but only just! Some of the crowd clapped, apparently to
applaud the sergeant's skill.
Keith moved his binoculars to look at the group of female
offenders awaiting their own punishments. They now looked
noticeably more apprehensive. The young girl of about fifteen had
started to cry.
Each of the following strokes now drew a wild yell from the
suffering woman and there were longer pauses now between each
stroke as the sergeant waited for the scissoring, kicking legs to
return to rest before delivering each stroke. The twelfth and final
stroke was across the lowest part of the woman's bottom and the tip
of the cane lashed right round to imprint itself on her writhing
hip. Then the sergeant returned the cane to the stand and the crowd
heard the sobbing of the caned thief.
Keith noticed Mrs Chilemba turn and say to her daughter "I hope
you're paying attention, young lady. If your behaviour doesn't
start to improve soon that's what you'll be getting!" Omalara
turned away and did not answer her mother. This was no idle threat
however.
The officer bent down and unfastened the handcuffs from the
metal ring. Then she lifted the caned woman upright - she could
hardly stand. Her hands were still cuffed in front of her, so she
was unable to comfort her blazing bottom. Her gown was draped over
her and then two officers dragged her back to a van to await her
ride back to prison. She had an even worse caning to expect when
she came out - twenty strokes. Keith wondered if she would look
forward to the end of her sentence!
The next culprit was led forward. This was the fifteen year old
girl, now sobbing and obviously pleading for mercy. Her name and
offence were read out. She had 'persistently disobeyed her parents'
and had been sentenced to five strokes of the cane. Once again
Omalara's mother turned to her daughter, "You see! If you're cheeky
to me just one more time I'll take you to the judge and the whole
town will see your bottom get striped!" This time Omalara stupidly
went too far.
"You wouldn't dare!" she said," And if you did they wouldn't
take any notice of you!"
This was too much for her mother. Angrily she grabbed her
daughter and dragged her, struggling, over the wire towards the
centre of the field. Keith was amazed at her strength. An excited
buzz grew from the crowd as they realised what was happening. Mrs
Chilemba and her daughter disappeared into a tent in the middle of
the field.
Meanwhile the canings continued uninterruptedly. The ring had to
be moved much closer to the hurdle for the shorter teenager, but
this was soon done and she was bent over in turn. Keith would have
left at this point, he had seen enough, but he couldn't resist
waiting to see what would happen to Omalara.
The young schoolgirl was not as brave - or as used to the cane?
- as the jewel thief and she yelled loudly at each of her five
strokes, which were inflicted by the same sergeant and tried
desperately to escape. When her handcuffs were released and she was
pulled upright she continued to scream hysterically. As she was
taken in to the van she was sick over one of the officers. Keith
saw another officer follow her in, with a strap.
Omalara and her mother remained inside the tent while the four
remaining women were caned. They had all been convicted of the same
offence - prostitution - and each received eighteen strokes, which
seemed to be the standard punishment. These canings were carried
out by two different women officers. Evidently it was felt that
each one could only deal with a maximum of two offenders.
The women took their canings well on the whole, but only the
oldest of them managed to last without yelling out. The crowd
applauded her courage. The last of the prostitutes didn't seem to
Keith to be much older than Omalara, perhaps nineteen or twenty at
most. She had much lighter skin than the others and was the only
one of the four whom Keith thought in the least attractive. After
the third stroke she started to struggle frantically and to yell
uncontrollably. By the end she was in at least as bad a state as
the schoolgirl had been.
As she was dragged, squirming and shrieking, to the van Omalara
finally made a reappearance. Keith gasped at the sight. She had
been handcuffed and her jeans removed, revealing a pair of white
briefs which clung to the curves of her full, round buttocks. She
was barefoot. She still held her pretty head high and maintained a
defiant expression, but it was difficult for her to look dignified
with her hands cuffed in front of her and her panties on public
show.
The official made the announcement. Omalara Chilemba was to be
caned for persistent disobedience and insolence to her mother. She
would receive twelve strokes of the cane. Keith was surprised at
the severity of the sentence. He had thought that, if she was
punished at all, she would get five strokes like the other girl, or
perhaps a few more as she was older. He later found out that it had
been her mother who had insisted on this sentence - the maximum.
The announcement continued. As all three women sergeants had
already carried out two caning Omalara would be caned by one of the
men.
Omalara was bent down over the hurdle and chained to the ring.
Her mother stood nearby among a group of police, holding her
daughter's jeans and high heeled shoes. One of the men sergeants
removed his jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. He walked
forward and, inserting his fingers into the waistband, pulled the
teenager's panties down over her thighs. He seemed to take his time
about this and Keith thought he saw him whisper something to the
bending girl.
The sergeant spat on his right palm and rubbed his hands
together. Then he hoisted the same cane as the other women had
felt. At least Omalara was getting the women's cane rather than one
of the two men's canes that Keith could see on the stand.
Studying Omalara's beautifully rounded bottom through his
binoculars Keith noted with admiration that she was almost
completely still, holding her legs close together to protect her
modesty. Of course she did not even have the meagre benefit of the
G-string that the other victims had had, but nearly all the others
that day had been trembling even before their punishments had
started. The sergeant drew the cane back and lashed it down across
the seventeen year old's naked and exposed rump.
Experienced and practised in their art as the women sergeants
had been that first stroke was sufficient to show that the man had
a much stronger arm and was prepared to make full use of it. The
noise as the supple cane thwacked across Omalara's tender bottom-
flesh echoed like a gunshot across the field. Omalara's body
shuddered and she kicked her legs but she did not yell out. Keith
saw an ugly weal spread across her dusky cheeks. The skin looked
close to breaking. Omalara wriggled for a few moments as the full
pain hit her. Then she once again pressed her thighs together,
awaiting the next stroke.
After about half a minute the sergeant raised his arm and again
the cane hissed through the air. It fell, striking hard across the
teenage buttocks, about an inch below the mark left by the first
stroke. Omalara's reaction was the same as to the previous stroke.
Keith admired the courage of the proud girl, but he didn't think
she would be able to hold out for long.
He could see that the whole area between the first two strokes
was already swollen. It was to this area that, with perfect aim,
the sergeant directed the third and fourth strokes at intervals of
about twenty seconds. Omalara took the third stroke in silence,
although her head shot up sharply and Keith heard the tell-tale
rattle of the chains as she tried instinctively to free her hands.
But after the fourth she squealed in anguish and lurched forward
over the hurdle, her legs wildly scissoring. The sergeant waited
patiently until Omalara's squirmings abated.
The hapless girl desperately contracted her buttocks in
anticipation of the next angry stroke. It fell on a previously
uncaned area below the existing weals. Omalara's resistance was now
at an end and she howled at that stroke and at each succeeding one.
She no longer worried about how she was exposing her most private
parts as she wriggled and writhed in agony. The sergeant ignored
all this impassively and just continued to methodically cane her
bottom with full force.
After the twelfth stroke had lashed home the sergeant stood back
and Keith was able to see the effect of his handiwork. The girl had
been caned in an area some five inches deep. The quarter-inch weals
raised on her flesh by the caning covered her bottom from top to
thighs. Keith could not see any flesh on her bottom free from
bruising. The sergeant replaced the cane and pulled Omalara's
panties back up over her swollen bottom. He was not particularly
gentle about this and Keith saw Omalara wince sharply.
Then the teenager was released and dragged onto the van with the
other caned women. Keith walked away at this point. He had seen
enough and did not want to see the men caned in their turn.
Next day at the hotel Keith saw Mrs Chilemba at breakfast,
although Omalara wasn't there. He didn't know what he should say to
her, he knew that she had seen him at the canings and must realise
that he had seen her daughter's punishment. However his doubts were
cut short when she approached him and told him not to be
embarrassed. She said that Omalara had needed a good caning like
that for some time and that it would do her nothing but good. She
explained that Omalara had been kept in the cells at the Police
Station overnight and that she was going to pick her up after
breakfast. She didn't seem to be in a particular hurry.
Keith saw Omalara once more before he left Ngonge the following
day. This time she was down for breakfast with her mother. She was
wearing a loose fitting traditional dress and had abandoned her
jeans. Although it was now nearly two days after her punishment
Keith saw that she did not sit down at the table with her mother
but stayed by the buffet, eating standing up. Those guests who did
not know what had happened cast surprised looks at her.
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Judicial Canings in Africa
Mike from London
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