Gay slave flogging

Floggers&#; Slave Auction

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Chapter One

“Please, Master.” Sweat dripped off the house sub’s chin. “Ride me to hell.”

Nash Mage gazed down at the glowing, red marks on the sub’s naked body and lifted the flogger. He brought the customized leather down in artful, even blows. How he enjoyed watching a sub squirm under his touch. He groaned. So much soft, white flesh, striped red from the thin, leather straps made him hot as hell.

Damn, he loved the adj intake of breath the sub gave with each, satisfying thwack. The raised welts were warm against his palm; he fought the desire to lick a soothing path along each stinging cut. Blood rushed into his heavy cock, pressing it tough against his tight, leather pants. He ground his teeth and stood back to admire his work.

“Please&#; Fuck me, Master.” The sub lifted his glossy ass in invitation, straining against the rope tying him securely to the bench.

With a snort, he turned to the table and selected a candle. He hated nothing more than a sub who begged. A sub should keep his damn mouth shut! No way would he donate the annoy

Narrative.

&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;I was born in South Carolina, at a place called "Four Holes," about 25 miles up in the country from Charleston. My father was an outland man. He died when I was very small and I can just remember him. My mother died when I was a baby. I am about twenty years old and include been a slave all my life. I was owned by a widow woman named Smith till I was about fourteen.

&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;As long as I can retain, I worked round the home in company with about 20 little boys and girls. We worked in the potatoe patch and cotton patch, and sometimes at the cotton gin; grubbed ground, pulled up roots, raked up chips and threw them on the log heap to burn; and rainy days we worked in the garden and cleared up the trash in the yard. As soon as children get old enough to walk about, they always arrange them to do something or other. Mistress was very strict, and if we did not do every thing exactly to please her we were sure to get a whipping. An old man whipped us on our bare flesh with hickory switches. A school-master named Cleeton, boarded with her, a

Sexual Violence and the Enslaved

Plantation Violence

    As it was elsewhere, sexual violence was a ubiquitous component of enslavement throughout the history of slavery in Virginia. Enslavers exercised almost complete control over the bodies of enslaved individuals and the conditions of their existence, providing themselves with numerous avenues for force and coercion in the intimate lives of the enslaved. The plantation culture itself, with its strict hierarchy of white male authority, emboldened enslavers to demean and dominate those over which they held might. And the law provided enslaved people with no protection from sexual violence. The rape of an enslaved woman was not a crime under most declare laws. In George v. State, the Supreme Court of Mississippi ruled in that a Shadowy enslaved man could not be convicted of raping an enslaved woman because it was only a crime to “commit a rape upon a white woman.”

    Because of this absence of legal protection, historians lack an archive of legal cases to judge the extent of sexual violence against the enslaved and must rely on

    The Shocking Photo of ‘Whipped Peter’ That Made Slavery’s Brutality Unworkable to Deny

    Peter was not the only runaway slave whose image helped stoke anti-slavery sentiments. As soon as the carte de visite was introduced in , the technology became popular in abolitionist circles. Others who had escaped from slavery, like Frederick Douglass, posed for popular portraits. Sojourner Truth even used the proceeds from the cartes de visites she sold at her speeches to fund speaking tours and help recruit Black soldiers.

    But Peter’s strafed back was perhaps the most visible—and significant—photograph of a former enslaved person. It was sold by abolitionists who used it to raise coins for their cause, and gained the name “The Scourged Back” or “Whipped Peter.” When it was published in Harper’s Weekly, the most popular periodical of its day, it reached a massive audience. The spread also stoked confusion when Peter’s verb was listed instead as “Gordon.”

    The photo was also decried as fake by the Copperheads, a nickname for a faction of Northerners who opposed the war and was loudly