Ginny was bored with her life. She had a small, drab apartment, a dull job, and a non-existent love life. While there was nothing to keep her in San Francisco, she had no where else to go. She longed for adventure and travel, but she had no money to finance such a venture.
Ginny dreamed of romance, of being on a tropical island with a lover, having nothing to do but lie in the sun and eat tropical fruit. Everyday she would commute to work and watch the sailboats aimlessly wandering about the bay, daydreaming of sailing off into the sunset.
Of course, she didn't know how to sail herself, she new no one who did, nor could she possibly ever afford to purchase a vessel capable of making such a trip. But the fantasy that was implanted deep within her subconscious mind would not be bothered by such minor details, and she found that the dream kept invading her conscious thoughts at increasingly regular intervals.
On her lunch hour, Ginny would ride the bus to nearby marinas, and gaze longingly at the rows of sailboats neatly tied up to the docks. On one such outing she happened upon a sailing magazine, discarded by a previous reader, which started a process that would forever change her life.
The magazine was a local rag, serving the boating public of the San Francisco bay area. This issue was special, in that it contained the annual "crew information worksheet." The worksheet performed a service to the boating public by providing a means of owners who were looking for crew, and crew persons looking for a boat, to meet each other.
Ginny read the instructions carefully, and a glimmer of hope stirred deep within her. Could this be the ticket to the adventure she had been dreaming about?
Filling out the form proved to be rather discouraging. For most of the questions, she had to mark the box labeled "NONE." She had no prior sailing experience, she had no mechanical skills, did not know how to navigate, nor could she provide financial assistance in the operation of the boat.
She was at least able to make favorable marks in the areas of "COOKING SKILLS" and "LOOKING FOR EXTENDED CRUISING." But the last section took her a bit by surprise. Titled "MISCELLANEOUS- check all that apply", it contained things that did not apply until she got to "ORNAMENTAL VALUE: LOOKS GOOD IN A BIKINI." Ginny's mind flashed on the thought of lecherous old men sailing about with bikini clad bimbos on board. But everything else on the form was serious in nature, so she concluded that this must be also.
Ginny stopped to consider her figure. At 5'7" tall and currently weighing 130 pounds, she considered herself to not be heavy, but certainly not the fashion model, pencil waist type either. She finally decided that she did look good in a bikini, and made up her mind to actually go buy one soon. She quickly finished filling out the form and mailed it to the address indicated.
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Jack's only interest at the moment was sailing. His last relationship had not worked out very well, and he had been 'unattached' for some time now. Approaching 40, and perhaps entering a mid-life crisis, he decided that the proper thing to do was sail off to the South Pacific for a year or so.
The only problem was that he didn't relish the thought of going alone. Thus, Jack was looking for a crew person who was willing to take a year off and sail with him. However, as the intended departure date approached, Jack became discouraged about the ability to find a suitable partner. It was best to cross the Pacific before the hurricane season started, and if he didn't find a partner soon, he would have to delay his plans for 6 months or more.
The responses he had from the crew search had been very minimal. Most of the candidates he called could not take more than a couple of weeks off from work. One young man seemed qualified and able, but on a test cruise had proven to have an attitude problem and Jack suspected he was also a drug user. A few other retired men, whom Jack suspected couldn't handle the trip, and then this one that seemed to stand out from the rest.
What made it stand out was the lack of any qualifications. No sailing experience, no mechanical skills, not even any boating experience of any sort. The only positive things marked were cooking skills and she (at least he hoped it was a she) looked good in a bikini. She had indicated that she was willing to go for an extended cruise, and Jack considered attitude to be more important than experience. Plus, there just weren't any other choices.
So Jack called the number, and had a long phone conversation with Ginny. Seems they had a lot in common; similar tastes in music and food, the desire to get away for a while, and a sense of adventure. Jack suggested a test sail the following weekend, and then if everything went OK, leave for Tahiti two weeks later.
Ginny had to pause and think for a second at that point. Up to then, this sort of thing was just a fantasy. Now things were happening so fast, and after all, she didn't even know this guy. But the initial sail couldn't hurt, so she agreed, and the following Saturday she was boarding the Parlance for a weekend trip down the coast.
The test cruise went well, and Ginny returned with her head buzzing with the hundreds of new terms she was bombarded with. Port, starboard, stern, and bow weren't too hard. But sheets and jibs and forestays and shrouds were a mystery to her. She had assisted in the sailing chores by instructions in very simple terms: " tighten up on the Jib sheet (the RED line)." While she felt a bit flustered at all the terms, she enjoyed the trip very much.
Jack had been a joy to be with. Very patient, never raised his voice, and was pleasant to talk with. Even though he was a bit older than Ginny, she considered him to be rather handsome. Standing almost 6 feet tall, weighing 170 pounds, Jack could fit the description of the romantic lover that was present in most of her dreams.
Jack was also very pleased with the outcome of the test. Ginny had shown eagerness and some basic ability, and didn't get seasick during the cruise. The meal she prepared was rather tasty and properly cooked, a rather major accomplishment on a temperamental alcohol stove. And while it had been too cold for a bikini, Ginny was pleasant to look at and talk with.
So two weeks later, Ginny had quit her job, placed most of her possessions in storage, climbed aboard the Parlance and had left San Francisco behind.
The first two weeks of the trip were spent cruising south along the coast. Occasionally, they would sail all night, but mostly they would pull into various harbors along the way. Santa Barbara, Catalina Island, and Ensenada received an extra day and a chance to go ashore. Finally, they reached Cabo San Lucas (Mexico), and spent three days replenishing supplies before heading west.
The next leg of the journey was not quite as nice. The trip across the Pacific would take at least two weeks, and if the wind didn't hold, it might take three. It had been over a week since Ginny had even seen land, let alone been able to get off the boat. The weather was hot now, and a bathing suit was the order of the day. Fresh water was rationed, and Ginny longed for a hot shower. Even the electrical power was in short supply, so the use of lights and fans were kept to a minimum.
The duties on the boat had been established, and had become routine. Ginny would cook and clean, Jack would tend the sails, clean the exterior, and chart their position. Everyday for the evening meal, the sails would be dropped and the engine run for one hour. This allowed for the batteries to be recharged, plus gave Ginny the chance to cook on a more stable, level platform.
Jack slept on the forward Vee Berth, Ginny slept on a side bunk that doubled as the dining table seat. Making the bed was not much effort, as it consisted of a single sheet that she simply folded in half and slept between.
Since a 24 hour watch was necessary, Jack and Ginny would rotate on 8 hour shifts. This resulted in a graveyard shift every other night. A small breakfast was prepared at the morning change of watch, and then one or the other would be sleeping for the next eight hours. After ten days of the routine, Ginny's mood began to sour. Her internal clock simply would not adjust to the rotating shifts, and the lack of scenery was starting to become tedious. This was not the adventure that she had dreamed of.
Ginny was manning the graveyard shift this night, and was especially depressed. Ginny normally liked the night watch. During the daytime there was nothing to see except the ocean, and it was too hot to sit out in the sun. But at night, the stars seemed so brilliant without any nearby city lights, and a moon would light the sea up in a beautiful glow. The auto pilot steered the boat, and Ginny just had to scan the horizon looking for lights of other boats, preventing the possibility of a collision. Tonight, however, it was overcast, which robbed her of even any stars to look at.
Her shift ended, breakfast was served, and then Ginny took her turn in the sack. It was late in the afternoon when the heat and humidity drove her out of the cabin and she returned to the deck to join Jack. Her mood was even worse now, as the penned up frustrations and lack of anything to do were beginning to take their toll. What little conversation Jack could engage her in was answered in short, curt replies.
It was just getting dark when Jack noticed that the running lights were on. "Why are the running lights on already?" Jack asked politely. "Well, I didn't turn them on!" Ginny snapped back. The words were barely past her lips when she realized the implications. Since she had the previous nights watch, it was her responsibility to turn the running lights off at first light. She had forgotten, and the lights remained on all day, consuming valuable battery power.
Jack had reached the end of his patience with Ginny's foul mood, and now her failure to perform her duties promoted him to take corrective action. He reached out and grabbed Ginny by the arm, and pulled her across his lap as he sat down on the cockpit seat.
Ginny had already regretted her words, but was surprised to find herself bottoms up across Jack's knee. Up to now, Jack had always shown a very even temper, and she realized that she must have pushed him a bit too far. When Jack's hand came crashing down onto her ass cheeks, Ginny let out a shriek and moved her hands down to protect her bottom side.
Jack quickly caught her hands, and forced them up her back into a double arm lock. With his free hand, he slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and paused briefly to admire the sight. Ginny's skin had been tanned a deep brown by now, except the area covered by the bathing suit, which was porcelain white. That is, except for a bright red hand print that was now appearing on her right ass cheek.
When Jack resumed his onslaught of blows, Ginny started protesting in earnest. "You can't do this to me!!!" she yelled.
By now Ginny's protests had faded into pleas of mercy.
"YES, OH YES!!" screamed Ginny.
"Yes what?!" demanded Jack.
" Yes, Sir! " bellowed Ginny between sobs.
With that, Jack released Ginny's arms and helped her stand up. As a
result of her struggles, her bikini bottoms had been kicked off and were
now laying on the deck. Ginny, unsure of what to do, stood still and
gently rubbed her buttocks, which were now bright red. Jack took a
moment to admire the frontal view, taking note of Ginny's carefully
trimmed pubic hair.
Ginny, suddenly aware of Jack's observations, quickly moved her hands
from her backside to cover her crotch in embarrassment and humiliation.
Jack told her to get on about her chores, and Ginny quickly scooped up
her bikini bottoms and retreated to the cabin.
Since her chores were already completed, Ginny climbed into her bunk
and buried her head in her pillow. Her sobbing was still out of
control, and she cried for several more minutes. Never had she been so
embarrassed and humiliated. Had they been in port, she would have
instantly jumped ship and gone home. She quickly realized that there
was little she could do. In any direction, they were at least a week's
sail to land. There was no one to call, and no way she could get off
the boat. She was trapped.
The realization that she had no options allowed her to accept the
situation. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, her tears stopped
flowing. She soon found herself rubbing her ass cheeks, which now ached
in a different way. They were still very sore, but they also had a
tingle, that in some strange way, actually felt good. Before long,
Ginny's hands strayed from her buttocks to her labia, then parting her
sex she started rubbing her clitoris.
Ginny found it very strange that she was sexually aroused, now of all
times. It had been over a year since her last real relationship, and
several months since her last actual intercourse. Ordinarily, Ginny
found little satisfaction in masturbation, and rarely indulged. Yet now
she found herself becoming more aroused, and continued.
With the fingers of one hand, Ginny would thrust two fingers deep in
her vagina, then withdraw them and rub her clitoris in a circular
motion. The other hand, meanwhile, was massaging her breasts,
alternately squeezing the entire breast, then tweaking just the nipple,
then rubbing circles around the areola. Ginny soon became oblivious to
her surroundings, the pain in her buttocks, or the sound of Jack moving
about on the deck above her. Finally, Ginny climaxed in a thunderous
orgasm like no other she had ever experienced before.
Exhausted, emotionally spent, and somehow more satisfied and at peace
than she had been in a long time, Ginny drifted off to sleep.
Immediately upon awakening the next morning, the dull ache in Ginny's
buttocks reminded her of the events from the previous evening. Glancing
around the cabin, Ginny was relieved to find that Jack was still out on
deck, as she had never put her bikini bottoms back on (her usual attire,
even in bed). She quickly slipped out from under the sheet, and ducked
into the head to relieve herself.
After answering the call of nature, Ginny examined her backside in
the mirror. Her buttocks were still rather red, and there were faint
bruise marks starting to appear in several places. During the
examination, Ginny's absentmindedly started to finger her clitoris, and
when she finally realized that she was starting to get very aroused,
felt even more embarrassed and humiliated. `This is not a proper thing
to do', Ginny thought, denying herself any additional pleasure.
For the rest of the day, Ginny tried her best to avoid Jack, but
tended to her duties with an enthusiasm and attention to detail that was
far greater than she had in the previous days. Of course, it is hard to
avoid someone on a small boat, but Ginny would avoid making eye contact
with Jack. She did, however, use the titles 'SIR' and 'CAPTAIN' in
just about every verbal exchange she made.
Jack, on the other hand, went about his routine as if nothing had
happened. This surprised Ginny, and actually increased her level of
humiliation over the incident. How could he act like nothing had
happened? Wasn't he still mad at her?
By the next day, Ginny had recovered most of her composure and her
spirits lifted. Jack and Ginny would joke about, tell their life story,
and speak of their anticipation of their arrival in Tahiti, which was
still about 10 days off. All was right in their little world, and Ginny
was ready to put the spanking incident out of her mind.
Three nights later, Ginny was starting the night watch. Jack warned
her that they were in a shipping channel and that she should keep an
extra careful eye out. After Jack retired for the night, Ginny found
herself relaxing in the cockpit seat, watching the moonlight reflect off
the waves.
As Ginny relaxed in the solitude, she once again noticed a strange
feeling from her crotch, and reached her finger beneath her bikini to
finger her clitoris. She reflected briefly on how often this was
occurring since Jack had spanked her, but quickly dismissed any
connection and started fantasizing about romantic lovers, deserted
islands, and white sand beaches.
The prolonged, deep, and ear splitting moan of a nearby cargo ship's
horn caused Ginny to jump to her feet. It was completely dark, as the
moon had set some time ago. Ginny quickly realized that she had fallen
asleep, and had not noticed the lights of very large ship that was
bearing down on them.
Before Ginny could react, the deck of the boat was awash in lights
shining on the sails. Jack had turned them on from inside the cabin,
Ginny quickly realized. In the next instant, Jack appeared at the
wheel, disengaged the auto pilot, and swung the boat hard to port in a
desperate attempt to avoid the approaching ship.
Ginny was frozen by panic and fear. The bow of the ship, spraying a
white foam that glistened in the starlight, loomed above them as it
passed by close to the starboard side. The ship passed by within less
than a boats length from their position, its wake rocking the Parlance
and spraying foaming water over the sides.
The danger had passed, and Jack had reset their course and engaged
the auto pilot before Ginny could let go of the railing that she had
been clutching the entire time. Turning to face Jack, she started
stammering "I, I didn't, uh that is..."
"Keep your eyes open!" Jack interrupted. "In the morning, I want a
full report on how you managed to almost get us killed, and we will talk
about the appropriate disciplinary actions required then!"
Jack's tone had been stern, but not voiced in anger. Ginny was taken
aback by his command, and only managed a "Yes, Sir" in response as Jack
returned to the cabin.
After Jack had left, Ginny collapsed into the cockpit seat and
started to cry. The ordeal had terrified her, and she realized that it
was her own fault for falling asleep during watch. The words
"appropriate disciplinary actions" stuck in her mind, created a knot in
her stomach, and a familiar stirring in her vagina.
Jack appeared on deck in the morning at his usual time. Ginny stood
up to greet him, but avoided making eye contact. Jack ignored her for
the moment, instead tending to his normal duties; establishing their
position, adjusting the sails, setting a new course, and making an entry
in to the log. When he had finished, he turned and addressed Ginny, who
had been waiting nearby:
"OK, now tell me what went wrong last night."
Ginny had anticipated the question, and had thought long and hard
about the answer. Since she could find no excuse, nor any way to shift
the blame, a direct and factual answer was the best answer that she
could provide.
"Captain Sir" Ginny began " I am afraid that I must have fallen
asleep during my watch. I never saw the ship approaching until she
sounded her horn. I am sorry sir, it won't happen again!"
"Ginny, I'm afraid that 'sorry' doesn't quite cut it. Falling asleep
is a direct failure of your duties. Since I had specifically told you
to watch for shipping traffic last night, you disobeyed one of my
orders. What's more is that international law requires that all vessels
maintain a watch. Therefore, you were in violation of international law
as well. Your actions put this ship, as well as both of our lives, in
danger. Disciplinary actions are therefore necessary."
Ginny thought briefly about what Jack had just said. She could
refuse, but that would just further anger Jack, and she was no match for
him if he chose to overpower her and punish her anyway. Considering her
last punishment, which she still carried faint reminders of, Ginny had
an idea of what type of "disciplinary actions" Jack had in mind. Ginny
had already prepared herself for the possibility of another spanking,
which she was sure that she could endure. Thus, she concluded that the
best course of action was to agree and plead for mercy.
"Yes, Sir," Ginny replied softly. "Please have mercy, and I promise
that it will never happen again."
"I will take that into consideration," Jack replied. "Your
punishment will be dealt out before the mast. Please go forward and
wait for me there."
With that, Jack disappeared into the cabin. Ginny was not sure what
he meant by 'before the mast', and it gave her an uneasy feeling. She
went forward, climbing onto the foredeck and stood next to the mast.
Jack returned, carrying a partially filled nylon stuff sack. Jack
told Ginny to release the spinnaker halyard, then stand with her hands
together in front of her. Ginny's first thought was of how much sailing
terminology she had learned, since a month ago she would have had no
idea what a spinnaker halyard was. Then the realization of its probable
use in this situation sunk in, and she started to protest.
"Surely you don't intend to," started Ginny
"Silence!" interrupted Jack "If you expect any mercy, you had best
cooperate. Any failures will only add to your punishment."
Ginny quickly bent down and released the spinnaker halyard from where
it was secured when not in use. This line ran to the top of the mast,
then back down to a pulley at the base of the mast, and on to a winch
and cleat near the cockpit. Its intended use was to run the spinnaker
sail up, a sail only used when the boat was traveling down wind. It
also gets put to use raising flags and banners, and now to be put to use
as part of the punishment.
After releasing the halyard, Ginny turned to face Jack with her hands
together, held out in front of her. From the bag, Jack withdrew a
length of line ("you don't call it rope on a boat" thought Ginny) and
proceeded to tie her hands together.
Any qualified sailor is well versed in knot tying, so Jack had no
problem tying Ginny's hands in a secure, but somewhat comfortable,
fashion. He then threaded the halyard through the knot, securing it
back onto itself. Jack then tightened up the halyard line, forcing
Ginny's hands high above her head, and secured the line to a cleat.
"The main qualification you listed for coming on this voyage was
ornamental value," Jack said. " Since you can't seem to perform other
duties as well, we will need to increase your ornamental value."
With that, Jack produced a knife and cut the strings to Ginny's
bikini top. "Where we are going," continued Jack, "The women don't wear
tops, so you won't be needing this." And with that Jack threw the top
over the side.
Jack then grabbed her bottoms, yanked them down to her feet, and
slapped her ankles to get Ginny to step out of them. "You will get
these back when we reach Tahiti," Jack said. "Until then, you will
perform your duties in the nude."
Jack then produced another line from the bag, and used it to secure
Ginny's left foot towards the starboard lifeline stanchion. A similar
line tied her right foot to the port side, which left Ginny standing on
the balls of her feet, facing aft, face up against the mast with her
feet spread about three feet apart. A final line went around Ginny's
waist and the mast, pulling her in tight.
Jack stood back and admired the view for a minute, then addressed
Ginny: "As captain and master of this vessel, it is my decision that
the accused, having been found guilty, will receive 100 lashes of the
belt." With this, Jack withdrew a leather belt, three inches wide and
36 inches long, from the nylon bag. Holding the belt where Ginny could
see it, Jack continued "In order to assure that all the lashes are
effective, the accused will request and count each stroke. Is that
understood?"
"NO!" cried Ginny "You can't use a belt on me! I won't do it! I'll
stand her all day, but I won't ask for it!"
"Very well," Jack replied "We will let time take its toll." And with
that, Jack returned to the cabin.
While the position that Ginny was being held in was not exactly
comfortable, it was not causing Ginny any pain either. "I can just wait
him out," thought Ginny. She tried to relax as much as possible, and
since it had been over 24 hours since she had slept last (except, of
course, for the fateful little nap she took during the night) Ginny
managed to fall asleep tied to the mast.
The sleep was not a long one. Various muscles started to cramp in
response to the bondage, and eventually the cramps pushed out the sleep
and Ginny awoke. A short time later, Jack returned.
"Are you ready for your punishment yet?" he asked.
Ginny thought about refusing, but she now realized that she could not
stay tied there forever. "Yes, Sir," she replied "may I please have the
first lash now?"
Jack picked up the belt, doubled it up, reached back and landed the
first blow against Ginny's bare ass. Ginny let out a shriek that could
have been heard for miles, had there been anyone there. "Here is where
you say 'that's one, thank you sir, may I please have the next'," said
Jack.
"Oh God no!" wailed Ginny "I can't take this, I can't!"
"Sure you can, all you need is some incentive," replied Jack. "Here,
I will give you some." He then withdrew two clothespins from the bag,
and a spool of fishing line. Ginny watched in horror as Jack reached up
and clipped a clothespin to her left nipple. Ginny howled and shook her
breasts in a desperate attempt to dislodge clothespin, but it held fast.
Ginny tried her best to prevent the second clothespin from being
applied to her right nipple. She pulled back, twisted around, even
jumped up and down. But Jack eventually grabbed her breast firmly with
one hand and applied the clothespin with the other.
The fishing line was used to tie the two clothespins together around
the backside of the mast. Jack pulled the line snug, tied the ends
together and cut off the excess. The pull on Ginny's nipples resulted
in her breasts being pulled around either side of the mast. Any motion
in her upper body caused a greater pull, further adding to her pain.
"Are you ready to proceed yet?" asked Jack "The sooner you complete
the lashing, the sooner the clothespins come off."
"Yes, Sir," Ginny reluctantly replied. "May I please have the next?"
The blow landed just below the first, and had the same effect. Ginny
howled in pain, while Jack waited for the next 'request'. When Ginny
hadn't spoken for 10 seconds, Jack said sternly "Don't waste my time.
Maybe next time I come back, you will be ready to complete your
punishment."
Ginny pleaded to be released, but Jack paid no attention and returned
to the cabin. Ginny took stock of her situation: Her arms and legs
were starting to hurt from being stretched out for what must have been
an hour or more. Her buttocks stung from the two blows she had already
received. While the clothespins hurt intensely when they were first put
on, her body had adjusted and the pain had reduced to a tolerable level.
She was very uncomfortable, but at least for the moment, she was not in
agony.
It was twenty minutes before Jack returned to the mast. The pain in
her nipples, tolerable for a while, was now increasing as time went on.
Any attempts to relieve the cramps in her limbs by adjusting her stance
made the clothespins pull on her nipples, increasing the level of pain.
Jack was right, Ginny was getting motivated to complete her punishment.
"Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes!" responded Ginny quickly "May I please have the next?"
The next few blows were much like the first. Jack stood to the side,
aiming for previously unmarked regions of Ginny's buttocks. After each
stroke, Ginny would let out a cry, sob for a few seconds, then respond
with the count and a request for the next. Then Jack moved to a
position more in front, and delivered a blow that centered on her crack
and wrapped around between her legs. The end of the belt snapped at her
labia, delivering a blow to Ginny's most sensitive area.
Ginny jerked in response to the assault on her sex, which resulted in
the clothespin on her right nipple getting yanked clear off. The
intense yank, plus the sudden flow of blood back into the flattened
nipple, sent a wave of pain through her brain unlike anything Ginny had
ever experienced.
"Owww, SHIT!" yelled Ginny "You BASTARD!"
"Now is that any way to talk to your master?" Jack replied calmly
"This nipple looks a little flat, does it hurt?"
"You're God Damn right it does!" Ginny screamed back.
"Here, let be make it better," Jack said, as he grabbed the nipple
and started rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
The last thing that Jack's actions did was make it feel better.
Ginny screeched, jerked back, and tried her best to escape Jack's
fingers. But the restraints held her in place, and Jack continued his
'massage' of her nipple. "PLEASE STOP!" pleaded Ginny.
"Then you watch your tongue when you are talking to me," Jack said,
releasing her nipple. "Are you ready to continue?"
Ginny, who had been reduced to a long sustained howl, managed to gasp
out the reply "Yes, Sir, that was 5, may I please have the next?"
Jack replaced the clothespin on Ginny's nipple, which brought forth
another sustained wail, and returned to the task at hand. Each blow was
aimed at a different spot, and it wasn't long until Ginny's entire ass
was bright red. For good measure, Jack placed a few blows on the inside
of Ginny's thighs, and a couple on her upper back. These he kept to a
minimum, however, because he didn't want any marks that would be visible
when they reached Tahiti.
By the time the count reached 50, Ginny was pleased to discover that
she was better able to withstand each blow. She could not tell if Jack
was hitting her softer, or if she was building up a resistance, or if
her ass was simply going numb. Then Jack landed another blow that
wrapped around and smacked her sex once again.
This time Ginny's convulsions caused both clothespins to pull off,
and sent a searing pain into her head. Her feet slid out from under
her, causing her chest to lean out and her groin to slide into the mast.
But this time she was able to choke out a reply "Thank you Sir, that was
51. May I please have the next?"
Jack obliged, and was willing to leave the nipples alone. For this
Ginny was grateful, and actually felt a little better once the pain in
her nipples became tolerable. Ginny also noticed something else. The
mast up against her crotch, pressing roughly against her clitoris. As
her body shook in response to each blow, the motion would rub her
clitoris against the mast, sending a pleasurable response to her brain
where it mixed with the painful response from her buttocks.
Ginny was definitely in a state of confusion. Instead of pacing her
requests, waiting for her backside to recover from each blow, she
started asking for them faster so that the stimulus to her sex would
continue. The tone of her voice changed also. Instead of the terse,
reluctant response, it became softer and genuine when asking for the
next lash. Even her cries changed, from a wail followed by sobbing, to
moans and gasps.
By the time the count reached 70, Ginny was beside herself. She was
now bucking her hips against the mast, and all thoughts except the
pleasure from her sex and the pain from her buttocks were pushed from
her mind. She was having trouble keeping count, and repeated a number
several times.
Jack was not blind as to what was happening, and the thought added to
his already raging erection. The last few blows had been the hardest,
yet Ginny only thrust her hips against the mast with greater fury and
asked for another. With the 80th blow, Ginny's body stiffened and the
only response was a gasping shriek. Jack quickly thrust his hand
between Ginny's legs, grabbed her vagina, and confirmed that she was in
the midst of a tremendous orgasm.
Ginny was just starting her orgasm when the blow hit, and she could
not manage a reply. When Jack grabbed her sex, the added sensation
thrust her over the edge and she had the most thunderous climax she had
ever experienced. Her whole body convulsed for minutes, after which she
was totally drained and barely aware of her surroundings.
On seeing Ginny's climax, Jack untied the waist line, released the
halyard that held her hands above her and lowered her gently to the
deck. She lay there for several minutes, her body twitching as the
orgasm continued to rake her body.
When Ginny had recovered her senses, Jack helped her to a sitting
position and handed her a drink. It was a simple glass of water, but it
was cooled with ice cubes, the most precious of all commodities on board
the boat. Ginny sipped the drink, savoring as if it was a fine wine.
When she had finished, she replied "Thank you sir. That was 80. May I
have the next?"
Ginny's voice was weak and wavering, interrupted by uncontrolled
gasps for breath. She was barely able to hold the glass of water in her
bound hands, and if Jack had not been supporting her back she would
collapse onto the deck.
Jack considered continuing for a moment. He had said 100 lashes, and
they were only at 80. But looking at Ginny's nude body, still tied at
the hands and feet spread wide apart, Jack didn't think it would be
wise. Besides, he had to admit, he didn't feel like it anymore.
"Not today," Jack replied. "You can owe me the rest."
Ginny sighed in relief with Jack's response. She could feel the
heat that covered her entire backside, but her mind was only registering
it as a sensation rather than as pain. Her whole body was somehow
removed from her brain, and she no longer had control of it. Jack
quickly untied her hands and feet, picked her up, and carried her
below.
Jack carefully entered the cabin carrying Ginny in his arms,
negotiating the narrow companionway, the dining table, and various other
obstacles to reach the forward berth, where he gently set her down.
Ginny had been limp, only barely aware of her surroundings, too overcome
by the confusion of the opposing sensations that her body had just
endured. But when her buttocks touched the cushion, the pain clearly
overrode the others and she gasped and turned onto her stomach. Of
course, her nipples were not much better, which caused her to cry out
and turn onto her side. After discovering that there was no position
that was pain free, she simply lay still and started to cry softly.
Jack was a bit perplexed. He had fully intended for the punishment
to hurt, thus providing an incentive for the future. He had not counted
on Ginny's collapse near the end, and certainly had not anticipated that
she would become sexually aroused and climax during the punishment. He
knew that some people actually enjoyed this sort of thing, and he had to
admit that it had made him rather excited also.
But he could not help but feel that he had carried it a bit too far,
and was concerned about Ginny. Large welts had already started to
appear, and there were two or three faint lines that may have actually
broken the skin. The last thing Jack wanted was for Ginny to be
permanently marked.
Jack rummaged through the medical supplies looking for something
appropriate to use in such a situation. The best he could find was a
sunburn ointment which contained Aloe, so he figured it would ease some
of the pain and help heal the skin.
Ginny jumped when Jack touched her buttocks with the cold lotion, but
quickly relaxed when the soothing action took over. Ginny soon rolled
flat on her stomach, despite the pain in her nipples, to provide Jack
with the best access to her backside. Jack, cautious against rubbing
too hard, touched her skin ever so lightly. In response, Ginny stopped
her crying, and soon was moaning slightly to provide encouragement.
Jack had soon covered the entire buttocks area, and was now starting
to massage the area a little more firmly. Ginny was again confused by
the conflicting messages her brain was receiving. As Jack would touch
the more sensitive areas, Ginny would jump slightly as the pain
registered first, but then push back as the pleasure signals overrode.
Jack continued his massage up Ginny's back, covering more than just
the few areas that had been struck up there. It was turning into a
full body massage, and Ginny was enjoying it immensely. After spending
what must have been ten minutes on her back, neck and shoulders, Jack's
hands started working their way back down. Covering the buttocks one
more time in passing, Jack continued on to the legs.
Ginny spread her legs as wide as the confines would allow to give
Jack better access to the area between her legs. Several blows had
landed here, and being rather sensitive, was high on the ache list. As
Jack's hands would rub the inside of her thighs, he would inadvertently
brush up against her labia, which was by now getting very wet. Ginny
was disappointed, however, as Jack continued downward towards her ankles
and feet.
Once Jack reached her feet, Ginny rolled over to let him continue on
the front side. A good body massage was a luxury that Ginny always
longed for but never seemed to get, and she wasn't about to miss out on
any part of this one. Jack started at the shoulders, then started
around her breasts. However, when Jack rubbed the nipple, Ginny stifled
a scream and grabbed Jack's hand. The nipples were simply too sore for
any such treatment.
Jack continued rubbing her breasts, but avoided the nipple directly.
Then, working his way down, he started rubbing around the pubic area.
Ginny was anticipating the touch on her labia, longing for some
additional stimulation, and was surprised and disappointed when Jack
skipped over this vital area. But the rubbing of the thighs felt good,
as did the knees, ankles, and feet.
When Jack arrived at Ginny's feet, he noticed how dry and cracked the
bottoms had become. Jack thought to himself that it was the result of
weeks going barefoot on the sailboat, and that Ginny should take better
care of her feet. He stopped his massage briefly while he fetched the
bottle of hand lotion.
When Jack stopped, Ginny was almost in heaven. With the exception of
a few brief interruptions when Jack had gone on deck to check the
horizon for other boats, he had been massaging for almost an hour, which
had both stimulated and relaxed her. Believing the massage was over,
she closed her eyes, thinking pleasant thoughts. She was startled when
Jack returned and started in again on her feet. Jack applied liberal
amounts of lotion, working it into the soles of her feet, between her
toes, around the heel. No one had ever massaged her feet this way
before, and Ginny was getting lost in the sensations. It was so
relaxing, and felt so good, that Ginny faded off to sleep before Jack
had finished.
When Jack had completed the doctoring of Ginny's dried out feet, he
realized that she was fast asleep. He took a moment to admire her nude
body, spread out before him on his bed. He started reaching for her
pubic area, thinking about his erection that had been present since
Ginny had climaxed. But he stopped short of touching her there,
thinking to himself that such action could be interpreted as rape, and
that was not his intentions at all. Instead, he put away the lotions
and returned to his duties on deck.
It was late afternoon when Ginny was awakened by Jack rummaging
around, looking for something. "What is going on?" Ginny asked.
"It looks like it is going to rain, and I am getting ready," Jack
replied. "Why don't you come join me up on the deck?"
Ginny was a bit confused. The boat was, by its very nature, is
always prepared to get wet. An occasional rogue wave would spray across
the boat, wetting everything. What was there to prepare for a little
rain? Even the way Jack spoke was different. It was an invitation, not
an order. Just a few hours earlier he had beaten her senseless, and now
he was acting like there was no problem at all.
As Jack scurried off, carrying several objects, Ginny started to
climb out of the bed. The forward berth was more comfortable than the
bunk she had been sleeping in, and she felt very rested. But her arms
and legs were still stiff from the bondage earlier that day, and her
buttocks still ached. She was still naked, and had started to remove
another bathing suit from her bag when she remembered Jack's orders from
earlier. "Was he really serious about me staying naked?" Ginny
wondered. She quickly decided that if he had been serious, then getting
dressed would be a direct violation of an order, and she didn't want to
risk another beating. Jack had seen her all day in the nude, so it
wasn't like she had something to hide. She finally decide to stay just
like she was.
The rain had started before Ginny made it to the companionway door.
Sticking just her head out, she peered through the rain to see what Jack
was doing. He was in the process of unfolding a large canvas funnel,
and fitting it into the water tank inlet. "Fresh water!" thought Ginny.
"Maybe now it won't be rationed so much."
What Jack did next amazed Ginny even more. Standing on the foredeck,
Jack picked up a bar of soap and started lathering himself up. "A
shower!" realized Ginny. "And why not? The air is still warm, the
water is just right, and I haven't bathed in weeks!"
Ginny hurried to the foredeck to join Jack, fearing that the rain
might end before she had her turn. As she approached, her feet, still
slick from the hand lotion, slipped on the wet deck and she literally
fell into Jack's arms. Jack held her tight until she had her feet under
her again. While being held, Ginny realized how caring and gentle Jack
really was. Their eyes met, each staring into the soul of the other,
for a moment that seemed to last forever.
Ginny's embarrassment caught up with her at that moment. The
combination of being naked plus the near fall caused Ginny to blush.
"Thank you," Ginny managed at last to say.
"My pleasure," Jack responded. "Let me wash your back for you."
Ginny turned her back and Jack started rubbing it with the bar of
soap. "Two massages in one day!" Thought Ginny. Off the shoulders,
down the back and across the buttocks the bar of soap traveled. When
Jack reached the lower portion of her buttocks, Ginny spread her legs
wide. This time, Jack didn't avoid the pubic area. Reaching between
her legs, he washed as far up as he could reach. Then reaching over her
hips, he lathered the entire pubic hair, and even slipped a finger
between her labia and rubbed her clitoris for a while. Still reaching
around, Jack pulled Ginny in close and rubbed/lathered her front side,
paying special attention to her breasts. The nipples, while still sore,
were receptive to his touch and stood out sharply. When Jack twisted a
nipple between his thumb and finger, Ginny moaned loudly, but made no
move to escape the pain/pleasure.
Jack turned Ginny around so that she was facing him, and kneeling on
the deck, started washing her legs. Down the leg to the foot, back up,
brief wash of the pubic area, then down the other. Completing the cycle
by washing back up the leg, Jack once again was washing the pubic area.
Setting the bar of soap aside, Jack grabbed a handful of pubic hair and
squeezed Ginny's crotch. He released his grip and pressed against her
vagina with just with the heel of his hand.
Ginny was in heaven once again. As the rain pelted her body, and
Jack worked on her crotch, Ginny found that she was having trouble
keeping her balance. She finally had to reach out and grab a shroud to
keep herself from falling over. Jack, who was still kneeling at eye
level with Ginny's crotch, suddenly thrust his face into her pubic hair
and started licking at her vagina. Ginny went wild as his tongue
penetrated her labia and caressed her clitoris.
After a short while, and much to Ginny's dismay, Jack stopped. The
hard deck was hard on his knees, and the position was putting a kink in
his neck. Rubbing his neck, Jack stood up. Ginny quickly retrieved the
bar of soap and started to return the favor. She washed his back and
shoulders, then stepped around to wash his chest. She then hooked her
thumbs into the waist of Jack's shorts, and pulled them down in one
quick motion.
Jack's penis, free at last, stood erect and proud. It was of fairly
good size, Ginny realized, and not at all like her last boyfriend.
Ginny went to work, lathering it up, washing his testicles, then on to
his buttocks. After washing his legs, Ginny set the bar of soap aside
and return to his penis.
At first, Ginny only rubbed Jack's penis with her hand. Ginny didn't
like giving head, the though of it was rather repulsive to her. This
had caused problems with prior boyfriends, but Ginny would still refuse
to perform in this manner. But now as she knelt before Jack, she felt
compelled to take his penis into her mouth. Something about it just
having been washed, the rain, and the magic of the moment allowed her to
overcome her stigma, and she slipped Jack's penis between her lips.
Ginny tried her best, but her inexperience showed. She could only
take about half its length before she would gag, and then she would have
to stop until her gag reflexes subsided. While it still felt good to
Jack, he could tell she was having trouble and knelt down on the deck to
join her. They embraced, then lay down on the deck with Jack on top.
He positioned himself on top of her, easily sliding his penis into her
well lubricated vagina.
Jack would pump his penis in and out, starting off slow and easy,
then building to a harder and faster level, then suddenly stop. Ginny
was confused at first, then realized that Jack was close to orgasm and
was trying to hold it off. Ginny was pleasantly surprised, since all
her previous boyfriends would have simply climaxed and been done. She
knew that Jack was really special when he reached between them and
fingered her clitoris while he rested. It wasn't long before Ginny was
overcome by an orgasm, at which time Jack started thrusting with new
enthusiasm. Ginny finally had to pull his hand away, as her clitoris had
become too sensitive during her orgasm. At that moment, Jack climaxed,
and he collapsed on top of her.
They lay that way for several minutes, the rain beating down on them,
with the residual contractions of Ginny's orgasm occasionally
stimulating them both. But soon the discomfort of the hard deck
outweighed the magic of the moment, so they returned to the cabin to dry
off.
The next few days passed with little note. Ginny remained in the
nude, and quickly became accustomed to it and no longer felt embarrassed
or humiliated. But Ginny could not understand Jack. Since the rain
shower, he had not touched her in a sexual way. In the evening, they
would sit together in the cockpit and watch the sunset. Ginny would
snuggle in, and Jack would put his arm around her and pull her in tight.
But Ginny longed for more, and wished that Jack would touch her in other
ways.
The next day the main island of Tahiti came into view. Jack told
Ginny to go get dressed, as they would need to go ashore and clear
customs as soon as they arrived. Ginny was excited that she would be
able to set foot on solid ground again, but found it strangely odd to
get dressed. She had worn no cloths at all for the last three days, and
nothing but a bathing suit since they left Mexico 18 days ago.
Ginny selected a nice white pair of shorts with a blue tee-shirt.
The colors and the anchor emblem over her left breast were definitely
"Yachty", and were very appropriate for the climate. However, the bra
and panties were uncomfortable, and she realized that the skin not
previously tanned had become somewhat sunburned. For lack of a better
solution, she simply removed them and went without.
Once they were tied up in Papeete harbor, Jack and Ginny went ashore
to clear customs, then went to the best restaurant that they could find.
The meals on the boat had always seemed to taste good, but they had long
run out of fresh meat, and canned foods were getting a little tiring.
The restaurant was quiet, and they were alone in one corner. After
dinner, Jack became very serious and addressed Ginny:
"When you signed up for this cruise, I am sure that you did not fully
realize what you were in for. A small boat does not permit incompatible
people to coexist, nor does being at sea allow you to leave when you
might want to. I realize that the conditions that I have imposed upon
you may not be to your liking, so I am offering you this chance to
return home."
Jack paused briefly, then continued. "From here I will travel to
various small islands. The islands are rather close together, so each
crossing shouldn't take more than a day or two. But it may be a long
time before we reach a place where you could arrange travel back home,
or for me to arrange additional crew."
"If you are to stay on as crew, there will need to be a few changes
in the arrangements. In addition to my boating partner, I need you to
be my sexual partner. To have you so close and to not have sex with you
has become harder than I had thought."
"If you wish to stay, be advised that I will continue to punish your
misdeeds, and expect your full respect as master and captain of the
vessel. If you find this to be unacceptable, then I will buy your
airplane ticket back home and that will be the end of it. Otherwise, I
need your full commitment to me and the Parlance."
Ginny was stunned by Jack's frankness and seriousness. When Jack had
first spanked her, she had briefly considering jumping overboard and
swimming home. When he tied her to the mast and started whipping her,
she swore that she would escape the first opportunity and somehow go
home. But now that he was offering to let her go AND pay her way, she
was no longer sure.
It was clear from what Jack had said that Ginny could expect to get
spanked, or worse, again. That thought started Ginny's juices to flow,
and she was sorry that she hadn't worn her panties after all. Afraid
that her juices would soak through her shorts, Ginny quickly excused
herself and dashed to the bathroom.
That was not one of the reactions that Jack had expected. Jack was
prepared for a yes, or a no, but was taken for a loss at Ginny's quick
run for the ladies room. She didn't look that upset, but Jack was never
sure when it came to women. Jack really wanted her to stay. Not only
was she very ornamental, but there were some fringe benefits that he had
not counted on when the voyage started. When Ginny returned a few
minutes later, Jack said "You don't have to decide right now. We will
be here for another day while I restock provisions, and you can decide
then."
They returned to the boat and turned in for the night (the first
night in weeks they both slept at the same time). Ginny didn't know
what to do. As Ginny lay in her bunk, the questions ran through her
mind. If Jack wanted her for sex, why did he ignore her for the past
three days? Why did the prospect of getting spanked seem like a reason
to stay instead of a reason to leave? Why was the image of her fantasy
lover beginning to look more and more like Jack?
As Ginny chased the questions around in her mind, only one came up
with a clear answer. She did want to stay. She needed this. And she
realized that she was falling in love with Jack, her captain, her
master. Having made up her mind, Ginny got out of her bunk and went
forward to where Jack was lying. Hearing her approach, Jack raised on
one elbow and faced Ginny. The lights from the harbor shone in through
the open hatch and small side windows, casting a soft dim light over
Ginny's nude body. Jack drank in the splendor of the sight, as Ginny
stood proud before him.
"I wish to stay," Ginny said at last. "I am yours to command, yours
to use as you see fit. If I need to be punished, I will submit to your
judgment, and will accept whatever punishment you feel is needed."
Jack said nothing, only opened his arms. Ginny quickly took the cue
and climbed into Jack's bunk, snuggling into his embrace. Ginny was
always surprised with Jack's intentions. She had expected him to take
full advantage right there on the spot, but instead he just held her in
his arms as they both drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Ginny awoke to find Jack laying close to her, with
one arm wrapped around her waist. Ginny liked the feel of that, and
snuggled in even closer. They were soon lying on their sides, like
spoons nestled in together. Jack was only half awake, but was caressing
Ginny's breasts with his hand. Ginny thought of how wonderful this was,
to be held, to be wanted, to be in love.
That day was very busy, with shopping for provisions, some small
repairs, and some brief sightseeing. Papeete was not a very pretty
city, certainly not the tropical paradise that they were looking for.
The harbor stunk of diesel fuel and fish, the area was industrial in
nature, and was generally noisy and dirty. But it was a Sunday, and
many places were closed, so they had to wait an extra day before they
could complete their tasks.
On Monday, after all the tasks in town were completed, Jack motored
the boat over to the fuel dock to top off the tanks. While diesel fuel
was pumping into the fuel tanks, Jack arranged for a water hose to fill
the water tank. Turning to Ginny, he asked "How would you like to take
a bath when we reach our next anchorage?" asked Jack.
"Where?" asked Ginny excitedly. It had been days since their shower,
and weeks since a real bath. "Are we going ashore?"
"Right here on the boat," Jack replied with a smirk on his face.
"Unless it is well hidden, there isn't a bathtub on board. How are
you going to take a bath?" Ginny demanded.
"You'll see," Jack replied, and with that, started plugging the
scuppers on the cockpit deck. Jack then took the water hose and dropped
it into the cockpit. With the scuppers plugged, the water had no where
to flow, and was soon a foot and a half deep. When it was in danger of
overflowing into the cabin, Jack stopped filling and prepared to get
underway.
Once clear of the harbor, Ginny stripped off her tee-shirt and shorts
and started splashing around in the cockpit. "You had better put on a
swim suit," Jack said. "Too many ferries and fishing boats around."
So Ginny dashed into the cabin and slipped into a suit, or at least
the bottoms (Ginny had confirmed for herself that the women here did
sunbathe and swim topless). She was back outside in a flash, splashing
about in the water like a child in a wading pool. Meanwhile, Jack was
concentrating on steering the boat out through the reefs, and found
Ginny's actions to be a great distraction. "Cut that out!" Jack
commanded. "We will be in Moorea in an hour and there will be plenty of
time for little girls to play then."
Ginny paused, and then a devilish grin came across her face as she
bent down and scooped up handfuls of water and flung them at Jack.
Considering that the wheel is mounted in the center of the
cockpit/bathtub, Jack was helpless to avoid Ginny's attack. Due to
other boat traffic and the proximity of reefs, Jack could not set the
auto pilot, and thus was unable to retaliate.
Ginny took full advantage of the situation. She stood in the
companionway, fully able to send sheets of water at Jack, but out of his
reach. "Oh, you know what happens to bad little girls on this boat,
don't you?" teased Jack.
Once clear of the reefs, Jack looked around and decided that they
would be OK for a few minutes. When Ginny saw Jack engage the auto
pilot, she knew that the game was over, or at least in for a significant
change. As Jack started after her, she half laughed, half shrieked and
ran into the cabin.
There isn't too far you can run on a small boat, so Jack had her
cornered in no time. Pulling Ginny across his lap, he pulled down her
bikini bottoms and started smacking her ass. Ginny made mild protests,
but did not really try to escape. Jack was not hitting her as hard as
the first time (or at least it didn't seem like it) and Ginny was
actually enjoying it.
After ten swats, Jack stopped spanking and thrust his hand between
Ginny's legs. Ginny moaned as Jack's fingers slipped between her labia
and went deep inside her vagina. Yes, Jack confirmed, Ginny was very
excited. Jack wanted to take her right then and there, but he realized
that he needed to return to the wheel soon. Instead, he grabbed two
lengths of line and proceeded to tie Ginny's hands to the overhead hand
rails just inside the companionway hatch.
Returning to the wheel, Jack was very pleased with the views.
Papeete was behind them, Moorea was just ahead, and through the
companionway he could see Ginny, arms tied overhead, her nude body in
full display.
It was a full hour before the Parlance was pulling into Cook's bay on
Moorea. Jack had dropped the sails and motored in, found a quiet spot
away from the three other boats already in the bay, and dropped the
anchor. Returning to the cabin, Jack addressed Ginny "So, does this
bad little girl want to play?"
Before Ginny could answer, Jack started tickling her armpits, which
were exposed and defenseless. Ginny burst out into uncontrollable
laughter, and gasped "No! No! Anything but that!"
"Anything?" Jack mused. Ginny regretted her words when Jack opened a
drawer and withdrew a hand full of clothespins. "Now what shall we do
with these?" Jack asked.
"Hang some cloths out to dry?" Ginny responded hopefully.
"That's a good idea," Jack said. He then bent down and picked
Ginny's bathing suit off the floor. "How sloppy, leaving your stuff
lying about the cabin. Ah, here is how I can kill two birds with one
stone."
Jack then pinned the bathing suit to Ginny's nipples. Ginny gasped as
each clothespin pinched down, and moaned loudly when Jack tested the
attachment by tugging on the suit. Jack then placed his hand in Ginny's
crotch, fingering her clitoris and rubbing the labia. Ginny responded
by thrusting her hips forward in an attempt to fuck Jack's hand.
"Bad girl!" Jack said as he smacked her ass with his hand. "Now
let's see, what should I do with these left over clothespins? Ah, just
leave them clipped to the clothesline," and then Jack proceeded to
place the remaining clothespins on Ginny's body. Two more were placed
on each of Ginny's breasts, on the areola, on either side of the nipple;
two were placed on the buttocks, somewhat between her legs and near her
thighs. The last two were placed on here labia, on either side of the
clitoris.
The clothespins made Ginny squirm, especially the two on her labia.
As she moved, her body motion tugged on the clothespins even more.
Ginny quickly found that the most comfortable position was with her legs
spread wide. Jack watched the show that Ginny was providing for a
minute, then said "Don't go away, I'll be back soon."
During her last punishment, the application of clothespins was an
almost unbearable amount of pain. But now, for some reason that Ginny
couldn't fathom, the hurt was different. Her mind focused on the pain
points, which were generally erogenous zones. It made her acutely aware
of her nipples and genital area, which provided a sexual stimulus.
Jack returned to the deck to complete the anchoring chores. Satisfied
that the anchor was holding, he set about tying the sails up, putting
their covers on, and securing the various lines so that they were out of
the way. Ginny, meanwhile, was becoming quite frustrated with her
current position. If she stood still, the pain from the various pinched
points would subside to a level that could almost be ignored. However,
she would intentionally move around, causing the skin to pull against
the clothespins, aggravating the pain. She found that by making a
slight jump, her breasts would bounce slightly, and the bathing suit
would tug gently at her nipples. Ginny could not explain, and no longer
cared, why she got pleasure from this.
Ginny desperately wanted to masturbate, but her hands were
immobilized above her. She looked around for something to rub against:
the table was too far away, but the doorknob to the head was right
beside her. Twisting her body to the right, she was able to thrust her
crotch up against the knob. Of course, the clothespins hit first,
causing Ginny to back off. But she then pressed on, ignoring the pain,
until her clitoris made contact with the cool metal surface. As she
worked her crotch up against the door, all the clothespins were being
tugged on, sending a tremendous mixture of pain and pleasure to her
brain.
Unaware to Ginny, Jack had been watching her actions through one of
the small windows on the side. Her actions confirmed what he had
believed all along, that Ginny was truly enjoying this kinky type of
play. Just as she was nearing a climax, Jack burst into the cabin and
exclaimed "Now look what this bad little girl is doing!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ginny replied. "Let me go and I
promise I will be good" Ginny pleaded.
"Don't you think that you need to be punished first?" Jack asked.
"Yes, you are right master" Ginny replied "May I please have the
first?"
"Not here," Jack replied "There isn't room to get a good swing."
Jack untied Ginny's hands from the overhead handrails, and led her
forward to the dining table. When not in use, the sides fold down to
allow for more room moving about the cabin. In this configuration, it
resembled a saw horse more than a table. The table was set on two
posts, which were about three feet apart. Jack bent Ginny over the
table, and secured her hands and feet to the posts.
Jack opened a kitchen drawer and removed a large wooden spoon. He
started by rubbing the spoon across Ginny's buttocks, into the crack of
her ass, and between her legs to rub her labia. Ginny was moaning
softly when he suddenly drew it back and sent it crashing down on her
buttocks. Four more times this process was repeated, rubbing softly
followed by a swat, with each blow being spaced about 15 seconds apart.
Ginny was going crazy. The spoon hurt a lot more than Jack's hand,
as the blow was concentrated into a smaller spot. But it didn't have
much weight, and caused more of a sting that quickly turned into a
pleasurable tingle. The sixth blow, however, caught one of the
clothespins clipped to her buttocks and knocked it off.
Ginny let out a howl that Jack was sure could be heard across the
harbor. Deciding that was a little too intense, he paused to massage
the spot where the clothespin was. Ginny squealed and squirmed at his
touch, as the spot was very tender. Jack delivered 5 more swats,
rubbing various areas with the spoon between each one, then gently
removed the other clothespin from her buttocks.
Ginny gasped as the clothespin was removed, then stifled a scream as
Jack rubbed the spoon against the spot where it had been. Five more
swats and a clothespin came off the labia. Ginny bucked and jerked
against her bonds as the spoon rubbed the most recently released spot.
Jack continued, delivering 5 swats with rubbing in-between, then removed
a clothespin. Finally, all that was left were the two clothespins
pinning her suit against her nipples.
Jack set the spoon aside and removed his shorts. Taking his penis in
his hand, he guided it into Ginny's exposed vagina, thrusting it deep
inside her in one sure stroke. Ginny had been close to orgasm for some
time now, so it was not long before Jack could feel the tightening of
her vaginal muscles, indicating that her orgasm had started. Jack then
reached forward with his foot, hooking Ginny's suit, and yanked it off.
Ginny pressed her face against the folded table top to muffle her
scream. Her legs jerked out of control as the intense pain sent spasms
through her muscles, causing her to literally jump up and down on Jack's
penis. The spasms included her vaginal muscles, which tightened down on
Jack's penis. The combination of the tightness and motion triggered
Jack's orgasm, and he collapsed on top of her as they both enjoyed the
intense sensations.
It was several minutes before Jack stood up, withdrawing his now
shrunken penis from Ginny's vagina. Ginny was limp, crying softly, her
body still trembling. Jack untied her and helped her to stand. Now
Jack was worried. He hadn't intended this to be an actual punishment,
and he was concerned that he had gone to far.
When Ginny was able to stand on her own, she turned to face Jack.
When their eyes met, a floodgate opened and Ginny started crying in
earnest. Jack reached out for her, and they joined in an embrace. Jack
was about to say he was sorry, but Ginny managed to speak first.
"Thank you master, that was truly wonderful," Ginny managed to say
between sobs.
Jack was a bit confused, but very relieved. The words and the tears
did not seem to go together, but then Jack never really understood the
emotions of women to start with. Holding Ginny in his arms, Jack sat
down on the bench seat, backing into a corner. Ginny curled up into
him, resting her head on his chest, her body still being shook by random
trembles.
Now that they had reached Tahiti, Ginny's whole life seemed to get
turned upside down. She could not understand the strange emotions that
ruled her mind. She had just given herself totally to a man who, just
days before, had savagely beat her. Then she had goaded him into tying
her up and beating her again.
Yes, Ginny had to admit to herself, she had done that on purpose. It
was now the following morning, and Ginny lay in the forward berth,
snuggling up to Jack, reflecting on the previous evenings activities.
Her buttocks and nipples still ached, providing a painful reminder every
time she moved. Yet it was also a pleasurable reminder, which was a
paradox that Ginny couldn't understand.
With the boat safely anchored, the daily routine became much more
casual and unstructured. Jack had removed the inflatable dinghy from a
storage locker, inflated it and fitted a small outboard, thus providing
transportation to the island.
A short distance away was a resort, which had a pool-side bar
adjacent to the bay. The lunch had become the major meal for the day,
with breakfast consisting of island fruit, and 'dinner' generally spent
at the resort's bar. Jack and Ginny would dinghy over during the
evening, sip drinks at the bar and talk with the resorts guests. Ginny
loved the opportunity to talk with other people, and felt privileged to
be staying in a place where others visited only briefly.
In the cabin of the boat, Ginny would always remain in the nude.
Jack had never mentioned anything further about his 'order' for her to
be naked, but it had become habit, and she actually was more comfortable
that way. When they went ashore, Ginny would often wear nothing but a
pareu, a Tahitian cloth that is tied around the waist and (optionally)
over the shoulder around the breasts. But as soon as she boarded the
Parlance, the cloth came off, and was hung by the companionway door for
immediate access.
Sex had taken on a whole new meaning for Ginny. In her previous
relationships, sex had generally left Ginny unsatisfied, and sometimes
(especially after a 'one night stand') cheap and dirty. Every date that
Ginny ever had seemed to be focused on getting to bed, and Ginny would
feel obligated to perform. As the sex became less satisfying, Ginny
eventually stopped dating.
Jack was a puzzle to Ginny. Back at the restaurant, Jack told her
that she would be his sexual partner if she stayed on. The prospect of
additional punishments had caused Ginny to worry, but at the same time
stimulated her. Becoming a 'sexual partner', as Jack had phrased it,
was exciting to her. But with Jack not being the aggressor on
initiating sex, Ginny was disappointed. For the first time in her life,
Ginny actually longed for sex.
It was not that Jack ignored her. They had been in Moorea for almost
a week, and Jack and Ginny had enjoyed each others company. They would
shop together (although the shopping on Moorea was very limited), spend
hours snorkeling along the reef, and take hikes into the islands
interior. Each night, Jack would massage her feet, then hold her in his
arms as they fell asleep. In the morning, Ginny would awaken to Jack's
gentle rubbing of her breasts and pubic area.
But Ginny wanted sex. Never in her life had Ginny had to initiate
sex, and she was unwilling to simply ask for it. Ginny found that if
she could get Jack sufficiently aroused, he would then make love to her.
'Make love', thought Ginny, was a great term for what Jack did. Never
in a hurry, Jack would take time to be sure that Ginny enjoyed the
experience as much as he did. During their lovemaking, Jack would
always suckle at Ginny's breasts, rub her in various places, perform
orally, and stimulate her to orgasm before he allowed himself to climax.
In this regard, Ginny considered Jack to be the most considerate and
talented lover that she had ever slept with. It had even surpassed the
vision of her fantasy lover. Ginny would tell herself that she had more
than anyone could possibly hope for and that she should be satisfied.
But for some strange reason, Ginny wanted something more.
For days, Ginny thought about what that something more was. Sex
with Jack was great, Ginny had to admit, but thoughts that really stuck
in her mind were the times they had sex after a punishment. None of the
other orgasms measured up to the ones she had when her buttocks were on
fire. But more than just the orgasm, there was an overall sense of
pleasure and contentment that would linger with her.
Ginny tried to reason out why these were so special to her. Each one
was different, and full of surprise.
There was also something common, something that Ginny was just
starting to realize for what it was. Each event centered around Ginny's
total submission to Jack. She had no control over the situation, no
choice in the matter. After it was over, she felt no remorse, no pangs
of guilt that followed her around. Instead, the aftermath left her
satisfied, content, and with a general feeling of euphoria that lasted
for days.
Even the punishment, Ginny realized. Twice, Ginny had been punished
for genuine misdeeds, and once as a result of heavy play. After the
punishments were over, Jack had been very kind to her, and the matter
was over. That's when Ginny remembered that Jack had never finished the
punishment at the mast, and that she still had 20 more lashes coming.
That thought stuck in Ginny's mind for the next couple of days. She
remembered the incredible orgasm that she had during the last one, and
the incredible tingle that her skin had for a full day afterward.
Somehow the pain was not a part of the memory. She wanted to experience
that again, but wasn't sure how to arrange it.
For the next two days, Ginny tried to 'push a few buttons' to get
Jack to punish her again. She burned their mid-day meal. She neglected
her daily chores, left her personal belongings laying about, and left an
unnecessary light burning for hours. She even dropped the Sir or
Captain in her addresses to Jack. Finally, while at the resort bar, she
'accidentally' spilled Jack's drink into his lap with a move that was
obviously blatant.
"We're going back to the boat," Jack commanded.
At first, Ginny was thrilled. Surely Jack would punished her now,
and she was getting excited at the thought of it.
As soon as they boarded the Parlance, Ginny dropped to her knees and
begged before Jack "I'm sorry, oh so sorry," Ginny started. "I have
been bad and you have every right to punish me."
Jack stood silent above Ginny, pondering the situation. This actually
frightened Ginny, as Jack had responded instantly in previous occasion.
Ginny then realized that she may have made a mistake. The 'accident'
had been observed by most of the patrons of the bar, and Jack had
probably been rather embarrassed. Ginny was afraid that Jack might
truly be angry.
"I think that is what you want," Jack said after what seem to Ginny
to be an eternity. "For the last two days, you have been doing
everything wrong. Tonight you just made a fool of me in front of dozens
of people. Tell me, why?" Jack asked.
Ginny looked up at Jack, and burst into genuine tears. She had not
intended to actually make Jack mad at her, only to create a reason to
get punished.
"I just, I didn't, I just don't know!" sobbed Ginny. "I wanted you
to spank me again, like you did when we sailed over here from Papeete,"
Ginny managed to say.
The words were hers, but they still sounded strange. That was
perhaps the first time that Ginny fully accepted the fact that she did
want to be punished by Jack. Jack pulled her to her feet, and simply
said, "I'm not going to deal with this now. Let's go to bed."
Ginny could not fall asleep that night. She never regretted anything
more than she did that night. She was sure that Jack was furious with
her, and was afraid that he might send her away. It wasn't until early
in the morning that Ginny managed to fall asleep, and when she awoke,
Jack was gone.
Discovering Jack's absence made Ginny even more afraid. They hadn't
been apart in over 6 weeks, and now he left without saying where he was
going. Ginny fretted about the boat most of the day, until she spotted
Jack making his way back towards the Parlance in the dinghy.
"Please forgive me Sir, I will never do that again," Ginny stated as
soon as Jack had come aboard.
"I know you wont," Jack said. "And I have come up with a way to make
sure."
"Where did you go?" asked Ginny.
"I took the ferry across to Papeete to get a few things," Jack
replied.
Jack then stepped into the cabin, and emptied the contents of the bag
he was carrying. Ginny followed behind him, stripping off her pareu as
she entered. What she saw strewn about the table confused her. There
were three dog collars made of leather, each about an inch wide.
Several stainless steel carabiners (a marine snap hook), a length of
nylon webbing, a small fishing pole, and a Ping-Pong paddle. Ginny
guessed what the intended use of the paddle was, but had no clue about
the other items.
Turning to Ginny, Jack said, "I am going to prepare a few things, and
need your cooperation."
"Yes, Sir," Ginny replied meekly. She was glad that Jack had
returned, and that he seemed to be preparing some form of punishment.
But now Ginny was not getting sexually aroused. She hated herself for
what she had done, and wanted nothing more than to make it up to Jack.
Jack started with the dog collars. The first went around Ginny's
neck, and didn't require any modifications. The other two were trial
fitted around Ginny's wrists, but were much to long. Jack cut their
length in half and punched new holes for the buckle, then fastened them
in place.
As Jack worked, he would position Ginny as he wanted her, turning her
this way and that, placing her hands and arms where they were in easy
reach. Ginny stood in silence, holding whatever position Jack put her
in last. All the time she kept her head bent, eyes directed at the
floor.
Using a sail makers needle and waxed thread, Jack sewed one end of
the nylon webbing to the eye of a carabiner. He connected this to
Ginny's collar, then positioned her arms behind her back, just high
enough to be mildly uncomfortable. Measuring down from the collar, Jack
marked and cut the spot on the webbing, released Ginny's arms and
fastened another carabiner to the webbing.
Two more carabiners were fastened to short lengths of webbing, which
were then sewn in place on the overhead hand rail, near the
companionway. Ginny thought that they did not look out of place on a
boat, and could even come in handy when setting the spinnaker, but she
knew their real purpose.
It was the fishing pole that made Ginny shudder. Jack cut the length
down to about 3 feet, then stripped off the remaining eyelets. A
perfect whip, thought Ginny.
When Jack had finished, he removed Ginny's collar and wrist cuffs,
put away his tools, and cleaned up the debris left over from his work.
Ginny was confused now. She had been expecting to be tied and beaten
with the new objects. Even though she was not sexually aroused, Ginny
was anxious for the punishment to be dealt with, but she dreaded the new
implements of punishment. Once beaten, she new it would be over, that
Jack would forgive her, and that all would be wonderful again. But the
delay was torture to her, and only served to deepen her regrets.
"OK, done for now," Jack finally said. "Let's get supper on." It
was now late in the afternoon, and their daily meal was hours late.
However, these words were like a blow to Ginny, and served to further
inflict pain. "Why can't he just punish me and get it over with?"
thought Ginny.
Ginny hurried to prepare a meal, and in a half hours time had a
reasonable dinner prepared for the two of them. She called to Jack, who
had been sitting in the cockpit silently, and they sat down to eat.
Throughout the meal, neither one said a word, and Ginny avoided looking
at Jack's face. But Ginny's appetite had vanished, and she only poked
at her food. After a while, Ginny was too distraught to even attempt to
eat. Rising quickly from the table, she rushed outside, buried her face
into a cockpit seat cushion and started to cry.
Jack pushed his plate aside and went out to join Ginny. Women's
emotions confused him in general, and Ginny's emotions seemed to be more
confusing than most.
"What's wrong?" Jack asked as he pulled at Ginny's shoulders and
turned her to face him.
"I'm so sorry," sobbed Ginny. "Please don't be angry with me."
"I'm not angry with you," Jack assured her. "But I do need to
address your recent misconduct."
"The first two punishments you received aboard the Parlance were for
unintentional mistakes or failures on your part," Jack explained. "The
damage you did, the danger you created, effected both of us and this
boat. The punishment served as a reminder not to let it happen again."
"Last night, and indeed for the last two days, you have made
intentional assaults to this boat and to my personal dignity," Jack
continued. "While I find it unacceptable, it is not exactly life
threatening."
"It appears that a spanking is what you want. Therefore, it is
obvious that such a 'punishment' would not be a punishment at all. So
we have two issues now. One, how to prevent any future occurrences of
this, and two, how to properly punish you for this one."
Jack had finished speaking, and Ginny knew that he was waiting for a
reply. Ginny tried to speak, but the words just would not come. She
knew that Jack was right, but could not offer a solution to either
issue.
"You obviously have masochistic tendencies, and need to be punished
regularly," Jack said at last. "But we can't have you going around
causing trouble to get what you need. Therefore, I have come up with
the following solution."
Picking up the collars, he continued. "When you feel like you need to
be punished, for any reason, you are to put these on. You will then
fasten the rings to the hooks I have installed on the overhead hand
rail. You are allowed to fasten them anytime you wish, but only I am
allowed to release them. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand," Ginny replied. Jack's voice was soothing,
and just the fact that something was happening provided Ginny with a
wave of relief.
"Now, as far as that little scene in the bar," said Jack. "I
forgive you, and I don't think that a beating is in order. In fact, I
won't give you that spanking you wanted until you are ready to forgive
yourself."
"Yes, Sir," Ginny replied. It certainly made sense to her, as she
did feel awful about it, and could see that getting a spanking, which
she had wanted in the first place, was not appropriate. But she felt
that she had to do something to make up for her actions. Something that
would please her captain, something special.
One thought crossed her mind. It disgusted her, and she wasn't even
sure she could do it. But she was desperate for something, and this
seemed like the best she could do. Gathering her courage, she knelt
before him, unbuttoned and pulled his shorts down to his knees.
Taking his penis into his mouth, she gently started to lick. Jack
remained motionless, allowing Ginny to take it at her own speed. Ginny
would occasionally shudder as repulsive thoughts welled up inside her.
But she fought them off and continued, forcing herself to take his penis
deeper into her mouth.
The gag reflex was harder to overcome, but Ginny was relentless in
her attempts. Ginny lost track of the time, concentrating all her
thoughts to the task at hand. Slowly, bit by bit, Ginny was able to
take most of Jack's length into her mouth, the tip of his penis pressing
at the back of her throat.
For Jack, the initial phase of the blow job was not exactly
inspiring. But he was certainly willing to let her continue, and
leaned up against the table with his legs spread wide. After a while,
Jack noticed a significant improvement. Ginny was taking more of his
penis into her mouth, and was starting to suck with greater enthusiasm.
Ginny started to fondle his testicles as she worked on his penis, and
Jack began to feel the start of an orgasm building up inside.
Ginny was starting to relax and be comfortable with her task. She
decided that the taste was not all that bad. In fact, it the semi-
sweet, slightly salty taste was actually rather pleasant. Her
commitment to make amends allowed her to accept the fact that this was
necessary, and therefore not shameful or disgusting. She pushed any
further thoughts about it out of her mind before any contradicting
thoughts could enter.
Ginny could feel Jack's entire body tense as his orgasm peaked. When
his semen shot into her throat, Ginny's gag reflex got the better of her
and she had to pull away for a moment to avoid vomiting. As soon as she
regained control, she started licking up the semen that had dribbled
down Jack's penis and onto his scrotum. She continued to lick,
occasionally taking his penis into her mouth, until Jack touched her
head and lifted her chin.
"That's enough," Jack said. Ginny looked back, meeting his gaze,
staring deep into his eyes. She could see the tenderness, the caring,
and the love that made Jack so special in those eyes. Jack finally
broke the stillness by saying "Come on, let's go to bed."
Jack and Ginny lay on their sides in the forward berth, with Ginny's
back pressed into Jack chest. Jack casually caressed her breasts as he
faded off to sleep. Ginny continued to be amazed at this man. The
confilct was over, the matter was settled, and Jack no longer dwelled
upon it. His shoulders were big, but there simply was no room for a
chip to rest. Ginny faded off to sleep, happy and content that all was
well in her world once again.
For the next two days, Ginny thought about the collars, the snaps,
and what Jack had said. She still wanted the spanking, but felt that it
was inappropriate to have one so soon. Jack had forgiven her, but
perhaps Ginny had not forgiven herself.
On the third day, Ginny could stand it no longer. She awoke earlier
than usual and carefully slipped out of bed so as to not disturb Jack.
After preparing a morning snack for Jack, Ginny fastened the collars in
place and snapped herself in place on the hand rails. Ginny now had to
wait for Jack to wake up. She stood there for a little over an hour,
the thoughts of the belt and wooden spoon racing through her head, as
well as some fear and apprehension about the yet unused whip and paddle.
Once, she considered letting herself down, but she remember Jack's
instructions that only he could release her. She was committed now, it
was beyond her control.
When Jack awoke, he was pleased to see that his prize had finally
taken the bait. He started by tickling her armpits, and soon had Ginny
begging for mercy. He grabbed her nipples, giving them a twist, and
pulling them up and down, together and apart. Jack slapped at the
inside of Ginny's thighs, getting her to spread her legs wide, which
forced her to hang from her wrists. As Jack fingered her clitoris,
Ginny tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and just moaned in
response.
"Has Ginny been a bad girl?" Jack asked.
"Yes, master," Ginny replied.
"Does Ginny need a whipping?"
"Yes, oh, yes master," Ginny cooed out, as Jack continued to finger
her clitoris. "I need the 20 lashes of the belt that are still
outstanding."
"I think that you need more than just that. What about my hand, the
spoon, the paddle, and the whip. Shouldn't we let them get an equal
share as well?"
Ginny was much to aroused to consider the implications of what was
being said. The attention her clitoris was getting blocked out any
capability to reason. She could only reply, "yes master, whatever you
say."
Ginny's juices were flowing freely down her legs, and her entire
pubic area was wet. Jack, holding his penis in his hand, rubbed the
head against her labia a few times, then thrust it into her vagina.
Ginny wrapped her legs around Jack's waist, allowing Jack to carry some
of her weight, the remainder of which was supported by the straps
clipped to her wrist cuffs. Jack grabbed Ginny's nipples, twisting and
pulling as he pumped his penis in and out of Ginny's vagina.
Suddenly, Jack stopped and pulled away. "Oh no, not so fast," he
said. "For what I am going to do to you, we need a place a little more
private."
After making a few preparations, Jack started the boat's engine, then
released Ginny from the overhead rails. "Go raise the anchor," Jack
commanded.
Ginny started to reach for her pareu, but Jack slapped her ass and
told her "No, just as you are." Ginny paused for a moment, but hurried
out when Jack grabbed the wooden spoon and started smacking her ass as
she went. It was still rather early, and Ginny hoped that no one would
be up and about that could see her.
As soon as the anchor was up, Jack swung the Parlance around and
headed for the channel through the outer reef. As soon as they were in
the open ocean, Jack set the auto pilot, grabbed a few lines and led
Ginny forward to the bow pulpit, an extension of the boat that overhangs
the front. He tied Ginny's waist to the forward most portion of the
rail, her hands to the rail two feet back, and her feet to the bow
cleat, and proclaimed "I have always wanted a maidenhead, and now I have
one."
Ginny's position forced her to lean over the bow of the boat, resting
her weight on the rail. With her arms pulled back, her breasts jutted
out in front, and she did indeed look like a maidenhead from a majestic
sailing ship.
As soon as they were clear of the reef, Jack raised the sails and
killed the engine. In the open ocean, under full sail, the Parlance was
once again in her element, driving through the wind blown swells with
enthusiasm. Sailing close to the wind, the bow would rise with each
passing wave, and then crash down in a spray of white water as the wave
passed under the stern. From the cockpit, the ride was pleasant and
dry. But the motion on the bow pulpit was amplified, and Ginny was
getting quite a ride.
As the bow descended into each trough, Ginny would brace herself for
the soft blow and shower that followed. Although the air was rather
warm and the sun was hot, the constant spray and wind gave her a chill,
which caused her breasts to be a little perkier than usual and the
nipples to stand erect. Ginny no longer cared if anyone should see her
in this position. In fact, Ginny actually was hoping that another boat
would pass close by so that Jack could show off his 'ornament'.
The islands of Tahiti are volcanic in origin and the reef is actually
the rim of an ancient volcano, with the island in the center the remains
of the lava flow. In many places, this reef/rim rises above the
surface, creating a ring of tiny islands (call motus) around the main
island, but two or three miles out. Too small to support animal life,
they are uninhabited, but can be lush with vegetation.
Halfway around the island, Jack found what he was looking for. A
good sized motu, out of sight from any land dwellings and protected from
the wind. Carefully picking a route through the reef, Jack pulled the
Parlance in the shelter of the motu. Jack teased Ginny, who was still
tied over the top of the bow, while he dropped the anchor.
It had taken three hours for the Parlance to make the trip. Given
time to think, Ginny realized that she had agreed to strokes of the
hand, spoon, belt, paddle and whip that totaled to 100. She realized
that was more than she had bargained for, and was now concerned. Now
that the Parlance sat quietly at anchor, Ginny's thoughts were on her
impending punishment. The thought gave Ginny a simultaneous sense of
dread and anxious anticipation, fear and joy, hope and doom.
After the anchor was set, the sails wrapped, and the boat secure,
Jack turned his attentions to Ginny. He tormented her some, twisting
her nipples, pinching her buttocks, teasing her clitoris, then untied
her and led her back to the cockpit. Jack set a bag of goodies and
several lines into the dinghy, which had been towed along behind them
from Cook's Bay.
Once Jack and Ginny had climbed into the dinghy, Ginny's hands were
secured behind her using the strap he had made for the purpose. Jack
fastened clothespins to each of Ginny's nipples, then drove the dinghy
to the nearby motu. Once they reached the shore, Jack helped Ginny out
and secured the dinghy.
The first item that Jack removed from the bag was a blindfold, which
went over Ginny's eyes. She was free to move about, but without the use
of her hands or eyes, she decided it was better to just sit down. As
she waited, she could hear Jack moving around and some thrashing around
in the bushes. She started to dread the impending beating. Her stomach
tightened into a knot, and her buttocks cringed in memory of the
previous punishments. But at the same time, her vagina and entire
genital area was wet with her juices, sending a familiar but mixed set
of messages to her brain.
Jack returned and led Ginny through the brush to an area he had
prepared and removed her blindfold. He had made a small clearing in the
underbrush, underneath a grove of papaya trees. The trees crossed each
other about 15 feet above the ground, and Jack had tied ropes where they
were five feet apart and ten feet off the ground. He unclipped Ginny's
hands from behind her back, and refastened them to the overhead ropes,
pulling her up on tiptoe. Two other ropes were attached near the base of
the trees, and Jack tied Ginny's legs about three feet apart, forcing
Ginny's feet off the ground.
Jack picked up two large coconuts and placed them underneath Ginny's
feet. They wobbled as Ginny tried to stand on them, but she was able to
balance and relieve the pull on her arms. Satisfied with the
arrangement, Jack said "tootle loo," and turned to leave. From Ginny's
position, she could not see the beach, nor the Parlance, and grew
worried when she heard the tiny outboard start up and fade off into the
distance. "Surely he isn't going to just leave me here?" thought Ginny,
fighting back a wave of panic.
Ginny started to struggle, but all her efforts accomplished was to
lose her balance causing her to fall off the coconuts. Hanging from the
ropes, it took several tries to get the coconut back in place and regain
her footing. As the wind blew, the swaying of the trees would tug at
her arms, and the gusts would occasionally lift her off her perch,
causing her to scramble to regain her footing.
Ginny was getting desperate for Jack to return. The clothespins had
been on for what must have been an hour, and her nipples were screaming
for release. Ginny cried out for Jack, and when she get no response,
and she started to cry.
Ginny was startled by a stinging smack on her buttocks, and let out a
shriek that was more surprise than pain. Jack had managed to sneak up
behind her and had caught her off guard. Wrapping his arms around her,
Jack grabbed Ginny's breasts and squeezed them hard. Relieved that Jack
had returned, Ginny moaned with pleasure at the attention.
Jack displayed some of the items he had brought back with him.
Besides the various paddles and whips, he spread out a blanket, opened a
bottle of wine, and proceeded to have a picnic directly in front of poor
Ginny.
Ginny watched as Jack consumed his meal. She had not eaten that
morning, and now it was past time for the main meal of the day. Her
hunger was only part of the torture, as Jack was devouring her favorite
treats. The last of the grapes, dry salami, crackers, and other hard to
obtain foods that were rationed, and growing increasingly more in short
supply. The coup de grace was when Jack opened a chocolate bar. "Where
had he been hiding that?" thought Ginny. She was dying for American
chocolate.
Out of frustration, Ginny started to whimper and dance about on top
of the coconuts. As she did, her breasts bounced up and down, causing
the clothespins to tug at her nipples. The sudden pain made her stop
short. Jack had been watching intently, and said "Do that some more, I
want to see you shake those boobs of yours."
"I can't!" Ginny exclaimed "The nipples hurt too much!"
Jack stopped eating his picnic, stood up and slowly walked over to
Ginny. Grabbing her right breast firmly in one hand, Jack released the
clothespin and immediately started to suck on the nipple. Ginny yelled,
screamed, kicked and jerked at the assault on her sore nipple. As the
blood flow returned, and Jack's attention to her nipple became
tolerable, Ginny eventually settled down and stopped thrashing about.
Jack repeated the process on the other nipple.
Once Ginny had calmed down again, Jack picked up the wooden spoon and
approached Ginny. "Shall we begin?" Jack asked.
"Yes, Sir," Ginny replied "May I please have the first?"
Jack obliged, sending the first blow onto her left ass cheek. "Thank
you sir, that was one. May I please have the next?"
It took several seconds before Ginny stopped reacting to the sting in
her breast, and instead responded to the caresses on her labia. Ginny
closed her eyes preparing herself for another blow to her breasts, and
said "Thank you Sir, that was thirteen. May I have the next?"
Instead, it landed on her buttocks, as did the next few swats. Ginny
had just decided that the swat to her left breast was not to be repeated
when Jack targeted her right breast. Again Ginny reeled, while Jack
rubbed her labia to hasten her recovery.
When the count reached twenty, Jack put down the spoon, picked a
medium sized papaya from the tree, and started to assault her sex with
it. Jack would press it into her vagina until its width prevented
further penetration, rotate it some, then pull it out. Sliding it along
her labia, he pressed it against her clitoris, then returned it to the
vagina.
At first Ginny was horrified at this. She never had a vibrator or
dildo, and had never used any foreign object on herself. But she
couldn't deny the pleasure she was getting from it, the smooth cool skin
of the fruit pressing against her genital area. Ginny finally concluded
that because it was out of her control, it was OK, and closed her eyes
to concentrate on the feeling. She quickly approached orgasm, but Jack
stopped as soon as her orgasm started, cutting it short.
As Ginny recovered from her orgasm, Jack smacked her buttocks with
his hand. "Count them!" Jack commanded when Ginny didn't respond.
"Thank you Sir, that's one," Ginny replied "May I please have the
next?"
Using his hand, Jack aimed for the lowest part of the buttocks,
letting his fingers reach around to the genital area. After each blow,
Jack would leave his hand in place, squeezing the area that had just
been hit. Some of the blows would hit Ginny's labia, which would cause
her to squeal and then squirm as Jack squeezed, letting his fingers
penetrate between her labia.
The twentieth blow was delivered while standing in front, and landed
in her pubic area directly over the clitoris. Ginny jumped, falling off
her perch, and hung motionless as Jack continued to squeeze the area.
The squeeze turned into a caress, which turned into rubbing of the labia
and clitoris, with an occasional dip into the vagina.
Ginny was soon excited to the point of another orgasm, but again Jack
stopped, cutting it short. Ginny regained her footing as Jack picked up
the belt, and she asked for the next swat.
The belts main target was Ginny's back. One blow was sent between
her legs, striking her at her labia. Two other wrapped around under her
armpits, striking the breasts. Ginny would scream with these and would
require a few moments to recover, during which time Jack would wrap the
belt between her legs, pulling it up like a sling and slid it back and
forth across her crotch.
By now Ginny was getting lost in the sensations. Most of the blows
didn't seem to really hurt anymore, at least not in a way that was bad.
The blows to the more sensitive areas stung more, which caused her brain
to register intense pain. But it was as if the sensory input to her
brain was being overloaded with pleasure, and the pain was quickly
dismissed in favor of the sexual stimulus.
When the belt count reached twenty, Jack continued with the rubbing
action of the belt against her crotch. Ginny squirmed in her bonds,
trying to adjust the angle to get maximum pleasure from the belt. As
her climax approached, Ginny tried to hold perfectly still in order to
hide it, hoping to sustain a complete orgasm.
Jack, however, noticed the abrupt change in Ginny's squirming and
stopped his rubbing, leaving Ginny short of even a minor climax. Ginny
groaned in frustration, begging for more, but Jack only dropped the belt
and picked up the Ping-Pong paddle.
When the first swat of the paddle landed on Ginny's buttocks, she
realized that this was a turn for the worse. The spoon was very light,
and only resulted in a sting in a small area. The bare hand was never
severe, and even the belt didn't have the smack that the paddle had.
Covering a large area all at once, each blow made her ass burn. Ginny
wasn't sure how she made it through these twenty. When Jack had
finished, Ginny was trembling, and barely able to keep her balance on
top of the coconuts.
This time Jack teased her with the handle of the paddle. Inserting
it into her vagina, working it around, then pulling it out to rub
against her labia and clitoris. Again Ginny nearly reached orgasm, only
to have Jack stop once he sensed her vaginal contractions, cheating her
of a full climax.
The moment Ginny dreaded the most was now upon her. Jack picked up
the fishing pole/whip, and swished it in front of her a few times.
Ginny couldn't bring herself to ask for the first blow. As Jack grew
impatient, he started flicking the tip at Ginny's nipples. At first
Ginny tried to avoid the whip, which only made Jack try harder, and
increase the strength of the blows that managed to find their mark.
Finally Ginny gave in, and asked for the first blow.
The first swat caught Ginny across both ass cheeks. Ginny howled
with pain, jerking and pulling at her bonds. When Ginny didn't request
the second, Jack returned to flicking her nipples. Reluctantly, Ginny
requested the second.
Jack positioned himself behind Ginny, grabbed the tip of the whip and
bent it back onto itself. Positioning it over the crack in her ass, he
let go.
Ginny could only manage gutter sounds after the tip of the whip
landed on her anus. Her arms and legs pulled tight as she pulled her
buttocks away from this pain on an area that had never before been
struck. Her breathing rate increased, and she found that she was
hyperventilating. Having fallen off her perch, she hung from her
wrists.
Ginny couldn't respond to the swat, and squirmed about for many
seconds. Just eighteen more to go, thought Ginny. If I can just hurry
through these, it will be over. I can do this, Ginny had to tell
herself.
When Ginny didn't respond, Jack considered that the whip was too
harsh. "You don't need to take the rest," Jack said, "Let's call -"
"NO!" Ginny interrupted. As bad as the whip hurt, the idea of
failing to meet Jack's expectations was even worse. She had to do this,
no matter how much it hurt.
Finally, Ginny responded "Thank you master, that was 2. May I please
have the rest?"
Jack considered the request for a moment, then starting whipping her
in rapid strokes. Up and down the back, the buttocks, and the back of
the legs all were marked by the end of the twenty blows. With each
swat, Ginny would jerk at her bonds and cry out. She made no attempt to
regain her footing, as her thrashing about from one blow would not have
ended before the next one landed.
When it was over, Ginny continued to thrash about for a while, her
muscles still in a state of adrenaline induced spasms. At last, her
thrashing stopped, and Ginny hung limp, too weak to stand up. She was
crying freely, and her body shook with trembles. Jack waited until her
most violent trembling had stopped, and started fingering her clitoris.
Ginny responded instantly, still crying, but her sobs turning into
moans.
Jack kneeled before her, separated her labia, and thrust his tongue
against Ginny's clitoris. The fingers of each hand held her sex open
wide, while his thumbs rubbed around the vagina, over the urethra, and
all around the lower labia. His tongue, meanwhile, lapped at her
clitoris, occasionally stopping to nibble on the folds of skin with his
teeth.
It took a short while for the pleasure to regain control of Ginny's
body, but when it did her orgasm was incredible. As she climaxed, her
clitoris became hypersensitive, and Jack's licking was almost
unbearable. If she had use of her hands she could have pushed Jack
away, or is she were standing she could have stepped away or crossed her
legs, but in her position all she could do is beg for Jack to stop.
But Jack didn't stop. As the contractions tightened Ginny's vagina,
Jack inserted three fingers from one hand, while fingering her clitoris
with the other. Wave after wave of spasms ravaged her body. Earlier,
Ginny had been experiencing pleasure from pain. Now she was
experiencing pain from too much pleasure. Ginny's mind was too confused
to sort the two sensations out, and she collapsed into a state of
euphoria.
When Ginny stopped responding, Jack immediately became concerned and
released her. Unable to stand, he carried her over to the blanket and
laid her down. She still trembled occasionally, and her breathing was
interrupted by frequent sobs, but otherwise she seemed OK. Jack laid
with her on the blanket, holding her tight.
It was several hours before Ginny came down off her high. Her body
ached from the beating, her crotch ached from over stimulation, but she
considered herself the luckiest woman alive. They spent the night on
the motu, the first night off the Parlance since they had left San
Francisco. It was wonderful to lay there in Jack's arms, watching the
stars, feeling the aftermath of such a sensual punishment.
The weeks and months that followed were the happiest times of Ginny's
life. Ginny hadn't a care in the world, and didn't want to be anywhere
else than where ever they were at the moment. Sailing from one island
to the next, Jack and Ginny explored the lands, the waters, and their
own sexuality.
Ginny would often find herself bent across Jack's knee, a position
she found most comfortable and pleasurable. She also spent many hours
tied to the hand rails just inside the companionway, or tied to the bow
rail as the maidenhead. Occasionally Jack would 'suggest' that she
needed punishment, but Ginny was always the one to place herself in
bondage.
A scene as intense as the one on the motu was repeated only rarely,
and Ginny would relish the marks she carried for days or weeks
afterwards. As their trip progressed, Jack would add implements to his
arsenal of punishment weapons, and would vary the severity of the
sessions as fit his mood. Ginny was content with accepting whatever
Jack provided.
It was not that Ginny had become a total submissive, nor that her
life style had completely changed. When she placed the collar around
her neck, she transformed herself into Jack's slave and sex toy.
Otherwise, she was his first mate and close friend. Ginny couldn't
imagine it being any other way, and hoped it would continue forever.