That’s what it feels like to be whipped like a slave, Rebecca. Is Malcolm still your favorite teacher? He lifted her into the air, it wasn’t hard, her perfectly petite little body was hardly over a hundred pounds. He heard her sob, he felt her body shaking against his as she wept. “Umph!” He plowed his right fist into her stomach and she buckled a moment before she swung away. Nigger! This time he felt his hairy balls smack against her little white ass. This time he felt his hairy balls smack against her little white ass. He walked behind her, he didn’t want to leave too many welts on her breasts yet. He knew enough not too trust her, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan was too smart for her own good. “This is what you did to my people you fucking white devil bitch!” The crop crashed across her stomach. Somewhere down the line your people owned his people. He dropped the crop on the floor and walked over to the wall. Malcolm raised his arm above his head. That’s right Rebecca Finnegan, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan, a big Black man is going to touch your perfect little body every where. Rebecca’s eyes shot open and the threw back her head and screamed in pain.
