Hey guys. Well I hope this story doesn't offend people. I am not racist, but I love a good villain, and I thought Leo Dicaprio was fantastic as the evil Calvin Candie. He is now definitely one of my favorite villains, along side the Joker. Speaking of the Joker, I used to write about him quite a lot, and then I got side tracked with life and I never finished my stories. So if you are also a fan of my Joker stories, I apologize for never updating those stories, but I have been quite busy with life, my boyfriend, family, pets, etc. Anyway I have finally found time to write again. Yes this story has spanking in it. Don't like don't read! Others feel free to review. Enjoy!
Daisy Wallace had been devastated when her father decided to sell Halle, their house slave. Growing up on a large plantation and being home schooled had its disadvantages. Daisy had no friends growing up other than her brothers and the slaves that worked on the Wallace property.
Halle had been bought as a maid to work around the Wallace residence, and to be a companion of sorts to Daisy, seeing as how Daisy was the only girl out of five children. During the three years Halle had spent working on the Wallace plantation, Daisy had taught her to read and write in secret, and they developed a wonderful friendship.
But times had been rough for the Wallace family, and Daisy's father had been forced to sell off some of their assets. One of those assets was Halle. Daisy was furious with her Pa for selling one of her only friends. So furious that she decided to run off and rescue her friend from the man who bought her.
That man was Calvin Candie, ruthless owner of the Candieland plantation. Little did Daisy know how ruthless and feared he was. At the tender age of eighteen, Daisy was still a bit naive. She was so naive that she hadn't a clue why Calvin Candie paid a thousand dollars for a maid. That seemed awful steep for maid service. She had no idea what a "comfort girl" was, and no idea that rich white men sometimes paid extra for a pretty girl to be their personal sex slave.
And so Daisy had no idea just what she was getting herself into, when she rode into Candieland on her horse, and devised a plan to get Halle safely off of the property.
Halle stayed in a spare room near the back of the large house, and at night she would open her window and speak with Daisy, trying to come up with a safe escape plan. Men with dogs were paid to patrol Candieland day and night to make extra sure no slaves tried to escape.
It was not until one afternoon that Calvin Candie decided to go into town on business, that Halle and Daisy saw their chance. Halle slipped out the window of her bedroom, and they dashed into the woods. Daisy had her horse hidden somewhere up ahead, tied to a tree.
Their plan was to get to Daisy's horse, and ride as fast as they could away from Candieland. Daisy would not return home for a while, instead she would stay on the road with Halle pretending to be her owner. Black slaves were forbidden to travel alone in those times without a master, or a note of passage. So Halle would be a lot safer if Daisy stuck by her side. And Daisy would not abandon one of her only friends.
They told each other to keep running if the other were to get caught. Daisy especially told Halle to keep running, for her fate would surely be worse than hers if she were to get caught. Daisy told Halle to take her horse, and ride for her life and not look back. She had Halle promise she would take good care of Jack, her horse, if something were to happen to her.
Halle sprinted through the woods, barreling through the tall grass. Daisy was having a hard time keeping up. Her eardrums were pounding and she was having trouble breathing. But she could feel that victory was near. Soon Halle would be free, and they could travel across the country, having adventures together and...
The sound of dogs barking and hoofs pounding on the dirt snapped Daisy out of her thoughts. No. How could they have seen them? Little did they know that Calvin Candie had a very loyal house slave named Stephen, and Stephen wouldn't dare let one of Calvin's prized possessions escape.
"Keep running!" Daisy yelled at Halle up ahead. "Don't look ba..." Daisy's words were cut short when an unseen force bolted out of a bush and slammed Daisy to the ground. Halle glanced back for a moment to see Daisy struggling with a man in the grass, but she did as she promised and kept running until she disappeared into the thicket.
"Get off of me!" Daisy screamed. The man chuckled cruelly.
"Well, well, well," the man hissed. His breath stunk of whiskey. "What do we have here? A blond haired, blue eyed nigger?"
The man pulled himself up and roughly yanked Daisy to her feet. Daisy struggled with all her might, kicking and clawing at the man. He turned her around and held her against his chest in a vice like grip. "A slave thief, are you girl? I think Mister Candie would love to have a word with you!"
The man had dragged Daisy back to the Candieland property, where a group of other men waited beside the road with shotguns. They hooted and hollered at the sight of Daisy, making her feel like a piece of meat.
The man who smelled of whiskey pushed her into the crowd of men and they began to pass her around to one another, tearing at her dress. Daisy fought with all her might, and screamed for them to stop. But they only halted when the sound of a carriage pulled up beside them, and a deep southern voice cut through the air. "Now, now what in God's name is all this ruckus about? You boys knock it off now! Playtime is over!"
The men were immediately silenced, and they stepped away from Daisy who was shaking and in tears, her pretty lavender dress torn in several places. She looked up from the ground in time to see a handsome man in his early 30's stepping off of the carriage. And he did not look happy.
He was dressed in typical southern plantation master attire, a cowboy hat shielding his dark blond hair and steel blue eyes from the sun. He started sauntering towards her. He glared at her, and looked her over like a wolf surveying its prey. It was then that she noticed he had a long cigarette in his hand.
He now stood directly over her, and Daisy realized how tall and intimidating he was compared to her. He towered over her, and right now she was feeling tiny and terrified. He stared down at her quite sternly and she shuddered under his gaze. He took a long drag off of his cigarette and blew it in her face causing her to cough.
"And what, pray tell, is a little slip of a girl doing all by herself down in Mississippi, hmm?" He finally broke the tense silence.
"She don' run off with your nigger gal," said one of his repulsive goons. "And now we can't find her anywhere. You should let us whip the little bitch!"
Calvin Candie flashed his employee a dangerous look. "I thank you to not use that type of language Mister Stonesipher. Not with a young lady present!"
Mr. Stonesipher growled. "But she's a nigger thief!"
"A child that needs a firm hand," Calvin corrected him. He turned his attention back to Daisy. "Now tell me girl, what in the world was going through that pretty little head of yours when you decided to try and run off with my comfort girl?"
Daisy gave him a confused look. A small smile pursed Calvin's lips. "Are you even old enough to know what a comfort girl is?"
Daisy didn't answer him. She only glared up at him with hate in her blue eyes. The smile disappeared from Calvin's face. "You will answer me when I ask you a question young lady, lest you want me to take off my belt and give ya a good whoopin' in front of all my men here. Now tell me, did you or did you not try and steal my personal nigger gal?"
Even though Daisy was terrified, she was fuming. "I did not try and 'steal' your slave. I merely set her free! She was my friend and not your property to be used!" She screamed, and without thinking, she spat at Calvin. This caused the group of men to gasp.
"Oooh you gon' get it now," said one of his goons.
Calvin growled and grabbed Daisy's chin roughly with his hand, forcing her to look up into his eyes. "That nigger cost me one thousand dollas," he hissed in his southern drawl. "Now what am I gonna do about my one thousand dollas, huh? You gon' reimburse me?"
Daisy tried to pull away, but he held her in a firm grip. He got a good look at her. She was curvy and young, and actually quite beautiful. She had long shiny blond hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and full puckered lips. She was also young and fresh and ripe for the taking. A devious smile returned to Calvin's lips. "Seeing as how you helped my comfort girl escape, I think I'm just gonna have to take it out of yo' hide!"
He dropped his cigarette and let go of her chin, instead roughly grabbing her arm. He began pulling her towards his carriage and Daisy started to Struggle. Calvin growled and smacked her hard on her plump bottom, which got a good reaction out of his men. Daisy gasped. "Don't you dare struggle!" Calvin warned.
Calvin hopped up onto his carriage, and Daisy yelped as he not too gently picked her up and splayed her across his lap. She still struggled to get away, but he pinned her down firmly with his left hand then threw up her skirts with his right revealing her thick bloomers. He began to spank her in earnest, as the other men cheered him on. Daisy kicked and wailed. His hard hand stung quite a lot even through her thick bloomers.
Daisy was slightly relieved when he stopped and pulled her up off of his lap, forcing her to sit beside him in the carriage. "Your daddy must not of whipped your ass enough girl," said Calvin. "But seeing as how you're just a little girl, it looks like I'm gonna have to be your daddy for now. I can't in good conscious leave a little white girl out in the woods all alone now can I? And besides. You owe me a thousand dollas. And I'm gonna get my thousand dollas worth. Even if I have to take it out of yo' pretty little ass!"
Daisy's heart sank. "Driver? Take us back to the house. I have to teach this little girl a REAL lesson in private. One I know for damn sure she'll never forget!" He told his driver, and they headed back to the mansion.
Daisy gulped. A real lesson? Didn't he already spank her? Daisy's stomach was in knots. She was doomed to be the first white slave of Candieland.