Fiction: The Kanigban's Lesson (FFMM/F)

We had a commenter on a previous post who left an interesting comment about the punishment of a mouthy girl that had its root in Africa involving a suppository called the kanigban and a burlap sack.

Below is the comment edited with a few of the follow-up responses.

Anonymous26 May 2024 at 11:49

Your Julie reminds me of our daughter in the 1970s. She was infatuated with a left-wing activist and made scandals about our way of life at every Sunday family meal. We were wasteful, we were colonial profiteers because we had worked in Africa. When we had enough, if she brought up one of these political subjects at the table, she would go to the corner just wrapped in a burlap bag and with a chili suppository called a kanigban: it was one of the punishments we had discovered in Africa and we teased her by telling her that, doing so, we respected African customs. Her revolt did not last long.

There was a hole in the burlap bag and we lowered it over her head. She was naked underneath. I remember she was often sweating profusely, her nipples were irritated by the fabric. It was part of the punishment

Her rump was not visible. The punishment was the embarrassment of being naked under the itchy and scratchy burlap bag. 

The  kanigban, I think it still exists, is composed of ginger, dry chili pepper and African pepper crushed and left to dry in the form of a suppository. When it was completely dry, it was coated with shea butter or another fatty material and inserted deep into the anus. It was also believed to cure all kinds of ailments through the anal route.

It happened only five or six times in one year. She could have refused. Go live with her future in-laws. But she preferred to live with us. 

Her mother was making her lie down on the table. She was rolling up the bag and pushing the kanigban straight to her rectum. After a few minutes in the corner, she was beginning to wiggle her rump and squeeze her thighs. Tears were coming as she was hopping from one foot to the other. She was begging to go to the bathroom. 

I was putting her in front of me and vigorously rubbed her chest and buttocks through the burlap so that the skin was irritated on the outside as well and I let her run away. She was crying out in anger and shame when we mockingly commented on the noises coming from the toilets. 

An old "papa"

Thank you, old papa. I hope you enjoy my story!

The Kanigban's Lesson

It was Glasgow, Scotland, in the 1970s. The father and mother, Johan and Elzebe were both Afrikaners who had resettled to Scotland in the 1960s. They had three children. Ruben, 21, Anika, 19, and Lieve, 16, all still living with them. Ruben and Lieve were both well-behaved, but Anika was a problem child, always mouthing off. Johann and Elzebe had tried everything with her, including the strap, but nothing seemed to ever get through to her.

Ever since starting at University of Glasgow, Anika had become infatuated with left-wing activism and made scandals about the family's way of life at practically every Sunday family meal. They were wasteful, they were bigoted, they were capitalists, they were colonial profiteers because they had worked in Africa, and so on.

At first they simply sent her away from the table to her room, but as she kept it up, the punishments increased. Johan eventually gave her a strapping in her room right after supper. All the family could hear it. However, based on her continued attitude, neither Johan nor Elzebe believed it would be enough to restore family harmony at the dinner table.

Johan's father and mother, Gerhardus and Brunhelda, were visiting from Cape Town, South Africa, and Johan and Elzebe warned them about Anika's behaviour and confided in them everything they had done to try to curb it.

Brunhelda recalled a punishment that was used on her as a girl. It was called "The Kanigban". She described it, learning that she could still blush at her age, which Gerhardus jokingly remarked upon. Johan and Elzebe determined they would use this punishment next time Anika spoke badly out of turn, and prepared all the necessaries. Brunhelda helped Elzebe prepare the kanigban in case it was needed.

It did not take long. At the next Sunday dinner, Anika was particularly vocal, seeing her grandparents as worse colonialists than even her own parents. She thought they needed an education and she was bound and determined to give it. Elzebe warned Anika before dinner even started, but Anika ignored her. At the first signs during dinner Johan warned her that they would have no such talk at the dinner table and told her that if she didn't watch her mouth, she'd get a very traditional Afrikaans punishment that she would not enjoy in the least. Anika seemed to take this almost as a challenge and really mouthed off.

"That's it!" Elzebe declared. "Come with me!" she thundered and grabbed her daughter by the arm, pulling her from the table and up to her room, 

"Strip! Now!" Elzebe said.

"Mother! No!"

"Either strip or I'll have your father come up and strip you himself!"

"But why?"

"Because you're being punished and because I say so!"

Anika looked at her mother and she could see she was deadly serious. She had no desire to be stripped by her father so reluctantly did so. She supposed she was being sent to bed.

"Every stitch," Elzebe said as her daughter got down to her bra and panty.

Anika stomped her foot and blushingly took everything off.

"There, are you happy?!?" Anika said, standing naked and covering herself with her hands.

"Now stand right there and don't dare dress. I'll be back in a moment."

Elzebe left her daughter and went to her own bedroom to collect the burlap sack that Johan had acquired and prepared in advance.

Johan had looked far and wide for the most uncomfortable large-sized burlap sack he could find.

He then cut a hole for the girl's head and arms into the sack. He figured the sack was a bit short and would barely cover the girl, but that was all for the better. The material was certainly very coarse and abrasive, no doubt. Upon Brunhelda's advice, a dusting of a sticky itching powder made with red pepper powder was shaken around inside the bag.

Elzebe collected the sack with a wry grin. THIS would surely teach her a lesson!

Elzebe returned with the sack and handed it to her naked daughter.

"Put it on," she said, handing it to her.

"Mother, this is ridiculous!"

"On! Or your father will put it on you."

Anika took the sack and pulled it over her head, putting her nude arms through the arm holes. The sack was rough and coarse and scratched her skin. The bottom of the sack barely came down past her bottom and pussy! She had to tug to get it down. The armholes were cut too large, and the sides of her breasts could be seen. And there was something else as well. The sack itched her terribly!

"Mom! It's itchy! Please! I mean, really, really itchy! Ouch! Ow!"

"Good! It's meant to be," Elzebe said. "Now back downstairs with you."

"Mother! No! Not in this SACK! Please!?!" she begged.

"Down! Now!" Elzebe said, pointing out the door of her room towards the stairs down

Anika left her room, wincing as she itched and as the coarse fabric rubbed her, especially against her bare nipples. She tugged the sack down to better cover her bottom.

"Mama, it's obscene..." Anika said.

"Keep going..." Elzebe said.

Anika arrived back downstairs, blushing wildly in her sack as everybody saw her and laughed. Gerhardus,  Brunhelda, Johanus, Elzebe, Ruben, and Lieve included.

Her arms and legs were completely bare. The sack only barely went beneath her vagina in front and did not even reach her bottom behind, leaving a hint of low cheek uncovered. Any movement at all risked an embarrassing show-off. The too-large armholes would show the sides of her breasts if she was not careful. She kept her bare arms glued to her sides and holding the hem of the sack as far down as possible. Naturally, this only pulled the itchy abrasive cloth more tightly against her skin. She could not hold still, and danced in place in evident distress.

"How's the itching powder, dear?" asked her grandmother Brunhelda.

Anika looked aghast. So that was what was causing her so much distress! Knowing there was itching powder in her sack was not at all a relief, it only seemed to make the itching worse as she wriggled, shimmied, and danced in place, trying desperately to keep her arms tight and pull the sack down.

Elzebe then took Anika's arm again and lead her into the adjoining kitchen which was open to the dining room where everyone else was still seated. She took her to the far side of the kitchen table and then told her to lie down flat on it.

Anika crawled up onto the table, and then lay belly down.

"Mama! No! Please!?!" Anika begged as her mother loosened her daughter's grip on the sack and pulled the back of the sack up past her waist.

From the dining room table they could see the girl's unfortunate position, her desperately embarrassed face, and the rise of her bare buttocks.

Her mother took in the sight of her daughter's bare backside. It already looked inflamed from the abrasive sack infused with the itching powder. Brunehelda came to assist, also taking in the red inflamed bottom.

"The sack's doing her some good already, I see," she said.

Brunhelda got out the kanigban they had earlier prepared. The  kanigban was composed of ginger, dry chili pepper and African pepper crushed and left to dry in the form of a suppository. When it was completely dry, Brunhelda coated it with shea butter.

Brunhelda handed the kanigban to Elzebe then went to hold the unfortunate Anika's bottom cheeks open as Elzebe inserted the suppository deep up her daughter's rectum.

"Waaaaaa!!!" Anika cried as the suppository was slid home.

Elzebe pulled the hem of the sack back down and told Anika to stand. She took her back to the dining room and made her face the wall, putting her hands on her head.

"This is the kanigban you're getting young lady, a very traditional Afrikaans punishment. They even say it's very good for your health. We'll have to see about that. You will stand there, just like that, until dinner is over, and then we'll see if you wish to apologize for your bad behaviour."

With that, Elzebe went to wash her hands and then sit down at the table, joining Brunhelda who had already done the same earlier. That family got on with their dinner as Anika suffered her punishment.

The kanigban was beginning to take effect. Her rectum began burning from the inside. She squeezed her thighs and clenched her bottom, but it only made it worse! She shimmied and shook in place. Without the benefits of her hands tugging the sack down, her low bottom cheeks were plainly on view, as were the sides of her breasts through the too large armholes. As she wriggled and writhed and bent and straightened, the family could occasionally see even more of the girl as the sack rode up and as the armholes opened.

It was not only her rectum feeling the pain. Every inch of her torso from neck to bum seemed on fire. The itching powder had worked its way to her buttocks crease and the inner folds of her vagina, making her wail softly. Her back, her tummy, her shoulders, all itched madly. Worst were her breasts that most pressed against the burlap sack. The entire surface of her breasts itched while the rough burlap tortured her sensitive nipples and aureole.

"Please, Mama... please!" wailed Anika as she cried wet tears.

"Hush!" Elzebe responded harshly. She had had it up to here with that girl. She was getting what she had asked for.

After the first fifteen minutes of pure agony, the kanigban began showing signs of another effect. Her body began revolting against the intrusion and began unconsciously to begin the process of forcefully expelling it.

When she could bear it no longer, she begged, "Please, Mama! Please! I have to... go!" 

Brunhelda nodded sagely. It was something she had told them about.

Elzebe, with a smirk, got up and took a towel. She pulled Anika away from the wall, placed the towel down on the floor, and put her back in place.

"If you make a mess, you'll clean it up on your hands and knees in your little sack," Elzebe said firmly, and left the girl to her suffering.

Anika wriggled and clenched, trying desperately to keep everything inside of her.

Fortunately, dessert was soon served, and in another ten minutes dinner was done.

Elzebe turned to Anika. "Well, young lady, do you wish to apologize now, to all of us?"

"Yes! Please, Mama!"

"Then you may turn and face us."

Anika turned. She had not been told to lower her hands from her head, and dared not risk it, so she turned as she was. With her hands on her head, the sack only just ever so barely covered the V of her legs. As she involuntarily jumped and squirmed, it only rose up higher, exposing the very bottom of her most precious place.

"Your sack's an inch too short, girl!" said Grampa Gerhardus with a hearty laugh, causing the young Anika to blush even more completely.

"I'm very sorry for talking out of turn at the dinner table. I've learned I need to keep my political views to myself at the dinner table from now on. I swear I'll never, ever, do it again."

Anika looked pleadingly at her mother, the tears streaming down her face, dancing desperately from foot to foot, wriggling her rump, her pussy going on view each time she shimmied to and fro.

"We accept your apology, Anika, you may be excused," said Elzebe graciously.

Anika positively dove for the nearest toilet which was just off the downstairs hallway, mere feet from the dining room, she only barely managed to get the door closed, hike up her sack, and expel noisily into the toilet with great gushes and passings of air that seemed to go on and on. Just as everybody thought it had died out, another moan and groan and gush into the toilet, with repeated flushes along the way. It was a sheepish Anika who emerged, still wearing her sack, who then ran up to her room to discard the itching abrasive cloth.

Surveying herself in the mirror, she was a mass of itching welts from neck to leg line. She gingerly put on her robe and took a lukewarm bath to try to soothe her frayed nerve endings.

"Girl will think twice raising such topics at dinner table again!" said Grampa Gerhardus to massive relieved agreement all around the family.

Anika had finally been shut up.