The Ship

Part 2 of 7


After several minutes of tormenting me with anxiety the first lash came down. I couldn’t rightly tell what

it was at first. It was hard, felt like a piece of wood. I figured it had to be the other part of the paddle

he had broken off to use as a cane earlier. It was the paddle side. I was so tense that the strikes were

extremely painful; I tried to hold my tears in. It was only after the first strike and the Captain’s words

before I remembered I was to be counting.

“Ain’t ya forgetting something!” ordered the captain.

“Yes Captain, Im sorry, one-“ I started to count with each strike, “Two, Three..Four, Five!” The fifth

strike was very hard. After which he varied the impact strength with each strike. Some strikes were so hard

I could not even get myself to say the next number. I counted up to twenty five before he stopped.

“Now Penny, how many was it ya missed again?” he said.

“I- I think it was…” I said trying to think.

“How many!”

“F -Four Captain.” I replied.

“So, that be meaning ya get eight more.”

“Eight!” I said, “I only missed four!”

“Ten now!”

“But-“

“Twelve!” he shouted. He was adding two extra to each time I objected, and twice as many as I missed. I was

about to object more, or groan in disgust, but I decided it be best if I didn’t. I restrained myself to keep

my mouth shut. My big mouth had always gotten me into more trouble; it was as if it were some sort of curse,

and at times uncontrollable. The next twelve strikes came down fast, almost faster than I could count, but

thankfully I had missed none of them.

“What be yer next letter choice?” he said evilly.

It took me a moment to remember what letter I had chosen. My ass was numb and the thought of what would be

next was a horrible feeling.

“D.” I said as bravely as I could in hope that the rule about the order didn’t mean any sort of order, but

just one right after the other order. I figured he would torment me some more and leave enough time for my ass

to lose its numbness so I could feel the sting even more. He did just that, after several minutes he began

again. I also had to count for this one. The first strike made a very loud noise. It was a cane, but not that

oar part cane. He had a real cane, a rattan cane. Where the hell did he get one of those? I thought to myself

as each strike came faster and faster. That had to be by far one of the worst implements to use. It was

flexible and extremely thin and whippy. The captain did not say a thing as he slammed that cane down on my

bare ass. I know he was making sure I was counting. If I hadn’t said the number loud enough the next strike

was harder, much harder. I counted to twenty-five again, before he stopped.

“Yer listening skills are improving, it’s about time. Next letter!” the captain said.

“C,” I said quietly.

“What was that? Was that a C?”

“A, Captain!” I said quickly realizing I screwed up.

“No, no I think ya said C and C is what yer gona get!”

“It was A, Captain!”

“Ya said C, and ya get five extra for screwing up the order, and ten for lying!”

Damn it! Fuck, I thought to myself. I really hoped it was not going to be something too bad. Wishful

thinking at that, I heard him pick up one thing, and then put it back and switch it with another. I knew as

soon as he struck me that it was the whip that was used on me earlier. The captain stood at least five feet

from me as he struck me. Each lash was aimed perfectly on my ass, at one point the captain even whipped right

across my sex. I hollered out in pain and the tears dripped down my face. Twenty-five lashings plus fifteen

more was more than I could take from that whip. I begged him to stop but he wouldn’t cease.

“Please Captain! I can’t take it anymore!” I cried out.

“Yer not finished yet missy!”

“No more! Please!” I cried even more.

The captain did not stop but he did lessen the strength of the strikes. After which he gave about ten

minutes to rest before he went for the last set. The last set he used the belt on me. Thankfully only half

were with it. The other half were very quick with his hand, which I did not have to count.

The captain untied my arms and legs and all I could do was fall flat to the bed. I could not move. My legs

and arms and my whole body was achy and the new welts continued to sting.

“Have ya learned yer lesson yet Penny?”

“Yes Captain,” I sobbed.

“Ya ain’t ever gona do something like that again, do ya understand!”

“Yes Captain, I’m sorry.”

“Do ya have any idea exactly what ya did-“

“Yes Captain, please I am sorry!”

“Them portraits ain’t fixable!”

“I know! I’m sorry Captain, please believe me!”

He said nothing more, he sat there in silence. I could not bring myself to make eye contact with him. I

could feel him staring at me though. After a moment he guided his hands down my back and over my welted ass

and upper thighs, and continued to move them around.

“Captain, please no more,” I begged with all that was left of my pride, the tiny little bit.

“Spread your legs Penny,” he commanded. I didn’t want to I could barely move.

“Captain, not to argue, but I really cannot move, otherwise I would,” I said quickly and hopeful he would

not strike me again. He did not strike me again but he carefully moved me to the edge of the bed so my legs

were hanging off and touching the ground and I was more comfortably bent over. I still did not wish to be in

such a vulnerable position, but I still could not move, and had no energy to fight. My legs were then

carefully spread slightly apart and his fingers were massaging my sex.

“Be still now Penny, no moving, ya understand?”

“Yes sir- Captain.” I replied agreeably even though I couldn’t move anyway.

The captain continued to massage my sex with an occasional bit of massaging my ass. I was getting wet. The

pain before had been too u bearable to be turned on in any way. Once I was wetter he slipped what felt like

one finger into me, and then followed by another. The captain wasn’t going hard or painful; he was actually

being quite gentle inside me. Each time he softly massaged my ass, I could feel myself becoming both

physically and mentally turned on. He began to move his fingers a bit quicker but still gentle. While one

hand was gently massaging my ass, the other fingers on the other hand were inside of me, while his thumb

rubbed my clitoris. I began to reach a point of coming, and he slowed. I wished he would let me come. Each

time I felt myself about to come he would slow or stop altogether. I wanted to beg but I did not think it best

to say a word, while he was after all, actually, pleasuring me. He must have seen me show some sort of sign

saying that I wished he would let me come.

“Tell me, young lady, tell me what ya want,” he asked.

“I- I want you to let me come, Captain. Please let me come, I beg of you, pleas-“ he cut me off.

“Ain’t a need to go on and on now. How much do ya want it Penny?”

“A lot!”

“How much is a lot?”

“Captain, please-“ he asked me this as he was still fingering me.

“What will ya do if I let you come?”

“I’ll…” I could not think of what I wanted to say.

“Ya will what?”

“I’ll..I’ll behave and…”

“And what?”

“Um...I’ll”

“Come on now Penny ya know ya can say it.”

Oh I really did not want to say it, I did not want to give in, I wanted some pride back, but it was truly

lost. “I’ll listen to everything you say, and do everything you tell me to do, and…without an ounce of

complaining!” I finally replied resignedly.

“Is that a promise?” he asked knowing I did not really want to agree to that. I did not respond right away.

His fingers moved faster, he rubbed against my clitoris, inside of me, and lightly on my ass. “Ye-Ye-“ I was

having a hard time speaking I was so close to coming. “What?” he asked. “Yes I will Captain!” I replied right

as I was just about to come. “Really?” he asked. “Yes yes, holy shit yes!” I shouted as he finally let me

come. “Are ya sure?” he asked again. Now I knew he was just playing a game. “Oh ye- YES YES, THANKYYOU!!” I

responded as I came again. The captain was having far too much fun with it all. He kept asking me the same

question he knew I already responded to, just so he could get a very ambitious “Yes” response. He kept moving

his fingers, faster and faster and I climaxed and came three more times, right after the other, so quickly I

could barely breath.

“Ya must be enjoying this,” he said almost humorously.

“Yes of course I am! Keep going please!”

He went a little more, sometime during it he flipped me over without me realizing it. He was now focusing

mostly on my clit. It felt so good that I nearly forgot about the pain I was in, that was until I had come one

last time and begged the captain to stop for I was about to pass out. When he finished I lay there feeling

nearly lifeless on his bed. About a minute later I began to feel the welts on my ass again and flipped to my

side. I opened my eyes and saw the captain staring at me. It was not a horrible dark and evil stare it was

almost affectionate. I could not have been more relaxed since before I stepped foot on that ship.

“Do you have anything to say missy?”

“Um...Thank you Captain?” I was not really sure what answer he was looking for.

“Now try that without it being a question.

“Thank you Captain.” I said again. I was thankful for him finally getting me some pleasure but I was

certainly not thankful for what he did to me before that. For that I hated him, for pleasuring me, I felt like

I loved him. The Captain was not turning out to be quite as cruel as he started out as, that I was thankful

for. I was also glad he finally decided to use my name more consistently. However my emotions were in a

clutter.

“Good. Now put your tunic back on.”

“Yes, Captain.” I did just that, then I went to put my breeches back on, but he stopped me.

“No, not just your tunic, you will remain without your breeches until I say otherwise-.”

“But-“

“Penny!” he said in a warning tone.

“Yer punishment not be done yet. Ya will remain without yer breeches and ya will sit down on that chair at

the table and not move.”

“But Captain-“ he grabbed my arm and brought me over to the chair and bent me over it.

“Do ya see this chair?”

“Yes Captain, I see the chair.” I responded, trying not to sound sarcastic.

“Good.” He slapped me hard across the ass. “Now yer gona remember the promise ya made. What was it Penny!”

He slapped me again.

“That I would behave and listen and do whatever you wished without an ounce of complaining,” I replied. He

slapped me hard one last time, “That spankin’ was a warnin’, so ya best start remembering what ya promised,

now sit!” he demanded as he pulled the chair out and sat me in it somewhat harshly.

“I be back in a minute. Do not move!” he commanded as he walked out of the cabin. I did not move, I was

worried he might turn around and see me move even the slightest bit. Once I knew he was out of the cabin I

carefully lifted my ass off the chair somewhat, just for a bit a relief. The captain had beaten me enough that

I would not be able to sit comfortable, for a very long time. I kept myself lifted off the seat as long as I

could. When I heard the captain coming back into the cabin I sat back down, and tried to ignore the

excruciating pain. The captain came back in followed by some of his crewman who set the table with some plates

and food. Last time I went to eat at that table I ended up leaned over the table. I had no intention of ending

up that way again. The captain sat, the crewman left and we ate.

“Penny, ya listen to me right now. I am gona give ya something to do.” I listened carefully and looked him

straight in the eye. “I’m listening Captain.” I responded.

“Good girl. Now beginning tomorrow ya gona be part of the crew again,” I nodded in a sort of relief way. “I

ain’t finished, listen,” he said. “Yes Captain.”

“Ya gona be part of the crew tomorrow, under the close watch of both the Quartermaster and myself. Ya gona

do exactly what ya being told to do, and ya ain’t to complain, nor speak outta turn. Ya ain’t to start no

trouble with the crew neither. If ya do, ya gona deal with me!” he said dangerously.

“May I speak Captain?” I asked.

“Speak,” he replied.

“What if the crew starts trouble with me Captain?”

“They ain’t gona.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I’m the Captain! No listen!” he said angrily, causing me to tense up.

“I’m listening Captain.”

“Everything ya do or say is gona be watched, yer every movement, ya don’t get no freedom here, ya got that?”

I nodded. “At the end of yer shift ya gona be escorted to my cabin door by the quartermaster. If ya done

anything wrong and broken any of them rules, the quartermaster is gona tell me, if I hadn’t already seen it,

and ya gona be punished for it. And ya gona take it willingly, and thank me for it when its through.

Understand!” “Yes I understand Captain,” I answered quickly. “Oh and ya gona be sleeping here in this

cabin…no complainin’. Is that clear Penny?” he asked.

I responded with a nod and did not like one bit of it, but said nothing. “Now finish yer eatin’ gona be an

early mornin’ for ya!” said the captain. I continued to eat, in pain, and without saying anything.

Hi All I know your probably waiting for another chapter, no worries I have not abandoned the story I just have not had the proper program to write the story, but I promise as soon as I possibly can I will put up more chapters, as soon as things start working for me. :-)