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The Choosing

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The Choosing

Author's note: The Sentinelese, a tiny primitive tribe on North Sentinel Island in India, lives an isolated stone age existence. Since we don't know what they call themselves, the name “Sentinelese” is simply derived from the name of their island. We know little about them because of their violence towards outsiders.

So from this tiny platform of reality, we take a brave plunge into the fictional world...

The Sentinelese believe themselves to be the only civilization in the universe. The few outsiders they meet always reinforce that notion for them, because no outsiders know how to speak Sentinelese! So to the Sentinelese, those poor dumb outsiders seem able to only gesticulate and babble incoherently. Over the generations, these people have learned the hard way that outsiders always bring disease. So it makes perfect sense that they protect themselves by using their primitive weapons to drive interlopers away.

They are a matriarchal society, ruled by a Chieftess. Women rule the household, leaving men little better than slaves. Husbands are Chosen for their physical attributes and usefulness, but also for their obedience. Besides procreation, the male's role is to serve his woman by gathering food, fuel, and doing whatever other tasks she commands.

For lack of a better term, we will call the Chieftess's husband a “Chief”. Although he lacks authority, he is the only male who holds any position of respect in the tribe. His role is that of teacher and enforcer. He isn't viewed as a leader and is never the equal of any female. In his role of enforcer, the Chieftess sometimes commands him to punish tribe members, even females. Failing to submit to him would be unthinkable.

Uga was the tribe's newest woman. For the last several moon-cycles, her bleeding had reliably foretold the disappearance of the moon, a sure sign that she was ready to mate. Therefore, in a 24-hour ritual she had been elevated from maiden to woman. Being an eligible and virgin young woman made her a rarity in the village, so her actions would be under constant scrutiny until she took a husband. Since her elevation, Uga wore her hair high in the manner of a woman, but she wasn't yet allowed to wear the high headdress of a married woman.

Throughout her maidenhood, tribe law had allowed her no sexual experience, not even solitary masturbation. All sexual conduct was taboo until she became a woman. Uga's mother had once caught her with her knees far apart, her breath heavy and with her hand busy under her breach-cloth. Furious, Uga's mother had ordered her father to spank her severely, after which the tearful and red-bottomed maiden was made to confess to the Chieftess herself. The Chieftess took this very seriously, and sternly promised to order the Chief to punish her should it happen again. That painful and humiliating incident had ended her sexual experimentation.

There are no secrets in one-room huts, so Uga's sharp eyes and ears couldn't miss witnessing the carnal acts of her parents in the gloom of their windowless dwelling. Thus, like youth everywhere, she had believed that she knew all there was to know about mating. But her elevation ritual had changed that notion!

The preparation for her elevation ritual took two hands of suns (ten days). The ritual itself took an entire sun-cycle (twenty four hours). The preparations started when the Chieftess ordered the village men to build a new hut, which would eventually be occupied by Uga and her Chosen mate. When it was done, the medicine woman entered the hut to make the special smoke and chant the ancient incantations to keep the baby-killing demons at bay.

Meanwhile, the medicine woman fed bitter herbs to Uga. Those herbs sickened her, but were a vital preparation for her elevation ritual because they would temporarily stop her bleeding so that the Chief's seed wouldn't grow in her belly.

Uga wasn't allowed inside her new hut until the day of her elevation. On that special morning, she ceremonially took the Chief's hand and led him into her hut. Over the next sun-cycle, they emerged only to feast. Afterwards they would quickly return to the hut, where the Chief busily introduced Uga to the joys of womanhood.

Highly skilled at teaching the art of mating, the Chief put an itch and a yearning into Uga's groin that would remain there for the rest of her life. In the process, Uga discovered her ignorance about mating, even though she had seen her parents do so it many times. Even after that sun-cycle under the tutelage of a master, she knew that she still had much to learn.

Even though he was her teacher, the Chief was obliged to treat Uga with the same respect and gentleness that would be expected from any Sentinelese male towards a woman. At least, that was true until near the end of the ritual. When the sun rose the following morning, Uga shyly emerged from her very first night in her new hut, leading the Chief into the new daylight. Following tradition, the entire village had quietly gathered around her hut to witness the final act of her elevation. The Chieftess stood tall, laid her hands on Uga's head, and declared her to be a true woman of the tribe.

As a woman, Uga's loyalty and duty of obedience now transferred from her mother to the Chieftess. Her heart thumping madly, Uga fell to her knees, and kissed the lady's feet. Her voice stumbled only slightly as she humbly recited the proper incantation to acknowledge the Chieftess's new authority over her.

Following centuries of tradition, the Chieftess snapped an order to her husband, who served as her enforcer. The Chief bowed to her. And then, with a special look in his eyes, he bowed even deeper to Uga. Uga dropped her eyes submissively and then offered the man her hand. He led her to a convenient rock, where Uga willingly laid across his lap. He had no need to bare her bottom because she was already naked from her night of “instruction”. What followed was a serious spanking that publicly demonstrated the Chieftess's authority over the new woman. Uga wailed in pain, but the end of that punishment marked the instant of her official elevation to adulthood. From now on, Uga would look to the Chieftess for leadership, and for discipline if necessary.


Uga wouldn't again sleep in her new hut until her wedding night. So now her task was to choose a husband. This was done according to a certain etiquette and also a strict set of sexual taboos which any anthropologist would recognize had the effect of reducing inbreeding. Although there were some fifteen unmarried young men in the village, only five weren't taboo for Uga. They all knew who they were, and were all anxious to be Chosen by the beautiful and suddenly eligible Uga.

By custom, it wouldn't be seemly for a new woman to rush into marriage. She must be seen to properly deliberate on her Choice of husbands. Most new women take around two moons to Choose. Males are Chosen for their strength, their speed, their body, their useful skills, and their submissiveness. Should Uga not find a desirable specimen among those five, she might reject them all to wait for a better man to come along!

So with everybody pretending not to notice, those five males took every opportunity to demonstrate their best traits to Uga by carrying heavy loads where she can see them, or bringing in game and collected food whilst ensuring that she saw, and even by ostentatious acts of obedience to their mothers. Uga played her part in the game, always pretending not to notice, whilst missing nothing!

Meanwhile, the “itch” that the Chief had created in Uga's groin remained. That itch was best “scratched” by a man, but other means had to suffice until her marriage. As a woman, Uga was now allowed to pleasure herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it in the presence of her parents. So she went daily to her new hut to “meditate on her Choice”.

Because of the tribe's strict taboos against extramarital copulation, there was no such thing as paired-off “one-on-one” courtship among the Sentinelese. To enforce this, Uga could only leave the village with a female escort. There was one exception to that rule, and that was for a “Choosing”.

Uga had been a woman for two moons when she decided that the time was ripe for a Choosing. For reasons of her own, she had eliminated two of the five eligible males, leaving three candidates.

One day she suddenly gathered those three males and imperiously ordered them into the jungle. They were all proud and excited to be under consideration! The village buzzed in excitement as the four young adults disappeared into the wilderness, “A Choosing, a Choosing!”.

They came to a clearing with a fallen tree that seemed perfect for Uga's purposes. She sat. Automatically the three males lined up respectfully before her. As they posed, she examined their bodies, seemingly comparing carefully.

At her command they hefted heavy rocks so that she could compare their strength. And then she set them off on a footrace to the creek and back, carefully noting the winner.

Then she lined them up again, this time without their breech-cloths. One at a time, she examined their male fruit. As the Chief had taught her, she massaged each one, testing that it would harden and lengthen impressively. Two stayed up proud and long, but the other spurted prematurely at her caress and then quickly deflated. He lost points.

Truthfully, none of these three young men had male fruit that could compare to that marvel that swung between the Chief's legs. Any of the three would do though, although one would need more training than the others.

Theatrically, she frowned at the three hopeful males. As was proper, all dipped their eyes submissively in the face of her apparent displeasure. “You are all bad. Bring sticks so I may correct you!”

The three naked males scampered off to find proper implements for their correction. Soon they returned, each with a stick. One of the sticks was brutishly heavy, clearly not suitable. She rejected it. That male looked downcast.

She chose another that looked promising. She swung it experimentally, striking the ground. It broke. The male that had brought that stick cringed.

She accepted the third stick. If this one wasn't satisfactory, she would repeat the exercise. It was thin, but strong and more flexible than the others, obviously selected with care. She made it whistle through the air. Good! As she struck the ground with it, it made a satisfying “thwack” and then bent without breaking. She smiled benevolently at the male who had found it. Wisely, he didn't smile back. Instead, as he basked in her approval, he lowered his eyes to emphasize his submissiveness. She hid her pleasure, but he had just scored points!

She stood and then pointed imperiously at the fallen tree. All three knew what to do! Steeling themselves, they laid across the fallen tree trunk, spacing themselves appropriately for the test to come. Three lean, dusky bottoms mooned up at Uga.

She started with the first bottom, giving him ten hard swats. He didn't react. This was the same male who had brought the brutish stick. She gave him ten more, receiving little more than a grunt for her efforts. She realized that this was a contest of wills. But a contest is no way to show submissiveness! Would he never learn? He would never understand why, but he had no chance with Uga.

The other two reacted to Uga's corporal efforts more appropriately.

She whipped them hard! Their anguish filled the clearing. When all three bottoms had been appropriately striped, Uga dropped the stick and abruptly departed, giving no hint of her Choice. The men finally picked themselves up and painfully made their own way back to the village. Now they could only wait and hope.


Being unmarried, those three males still lived with their parents. But tonight they each had hope in their hearts. That night each slept just inside the entrance of his parent's hut. As morning approached they all listened...and hoped!

Uga rose early that morning. She climbed a hill, straining her eyes for the first sight of the rising sun. When the first rays lit the treetops, Uga greeted the Sun God with outstretched arms and announced her Choice. The Sun beamed back its approval.

Uga marched down the hill directly towards a certain hut, the one where her future husband lay. She pushed the hide aside from the entrance, and nearly stumbled over her intended. He lay still, feigning sleep, but his heart raced. His life was about to change forever, but the next few minutes would hurt!

She grabbed him, pulled him out the door, and then firmly led him by the arm to the Chieftess's hut. Outside, she sat on a stone and ordered him across her lap. He lowered his eyes respectfully, but his penis rampantly rebelled. As submissively as possible, he laid himself across his dream woman's lap, allowing his male fruit to dangle between her thighs for the first time ever. His bottom was terribly tender from yesterday's beating, but he cared not.

The Chieftess awoke to the sounds of a loud spanking. She smiled, knowing that the sound signified that Uga had finally Chosen. Seeing no point in interrupting a good spanking, she delayed emerging from her hut. By the time the Chieftess made her regal appearance, the winning male wasn't feeling so lucky. Attracted by his howls of pain, the villagers gathered for the show. And show it was! Uga wasn't yet an expert spanker, but you wouldn't know that from seeing the red-bottomed, kicking, desperate male across her lap.

At a word from the Chieftess, Uga ended the spanking. She urged the sobbing male to his feet, and then they fell together to their knees bowing deeply. The Chieftess smiled benevolently as she ceremonially touched each on the head, “I marry you; I marry you!”

Uga stood and then pulled her new husband to his feet.

“You have chosen well Uga,” said the great lady, “Take him to your hut and train him. The village needs babies.”

With everybody following and chanting an ancient fertility song, Uga led her man to her hut. Inside, they found blessed privacy to do those things that newlyweds do. Finally she had a way to properly scratch that all-important “itch” that the Chief had put into her groin.


Even in primitive society, things aren't always as they seem. Only Uga and her mother were privy to the truth. Uga's entire two moon “Choosing” period had been an elaborate ruse to satisfy village tradition. Sentinelese women rarely marry for love, but Uga had secretly Chosen that young man several seasons ago. Although he had no way of knowing, she had admired and loved him from a discreet distance ever since. Now she finally had him.

Since they knew no other way to live, Uga would forever dominate. However, they would forever be lovers.

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