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CAPTAIN'S MATE PART 3
Alex was restless. She had been locked in his cabin for about
day and a night, with only Angus bringing her food and a kind
word. Captain Thunder had not made an appearance, had not made
one attempt to apologize after that-that--display on deck. "Damn
his blue eyes! Damn his strong shoulders--his hard hands...thighs..."
She lay fretting on the bunk-his bunk, she surmised, and replayed
the strapping he'd given her. Alex rubbed her bottom through her
dainty, silk pantaloons, her skirt laying forgotten over a chair.
"Still a little sting, but not much," as she stroked the sensitive
skin he'd seared. Caressing and comforting her rump, Alexandra
Hope remembered how the Rogue had scolded her as if she was a
naughty child all during her whipping. Her face burned again.
How she must have looked to all the men watching her bottom dance
under Rory's belt? ...And, how after he finished her punishment,
he'd taken her in his arms and hugged her, wiping her tears as
if he'd really cared about her? Surely, his sturdy belt had whipped
the sass from her. Then.
Now was another matter. Who was he? A thieving pirate captain.
Rory Thunder: The Rogue! An unforgiving ne'er-do-well? Handsome,
arrogant blue eyed devil! A wonderfully aggressive, passionate
kisser. A thorough disciplinarian. Angus seemed to love this complex
man like a son, and she'd come to trust Angus implicitly. He was
good and kind, and his loyalty to Thunder was unimpeachable. The
whole crew seemed devoted to their captain. Even when they laughed
at him it was all in fun, with deep respect the underlying emotion.
But why was she here? What did the Rogue want with her? Why hadn't
he released her back in Portsmouth? And why hadn't Uncle James
sent the ransom? What was going on?
Alex fell into a fitful sleep, her little hands still cupping
her pert bum. "Amazing how like an angel she looks when she's
sleeping!" Captain Thunder had dared to brave the confines of
his own cabin, risking the wrath of the termagant within. But
here she was, sleeping softly--wearing only her underwear--and
rubbing her pretty backside for good measure. "Tender, is she?
As might well she be, for that whipping was enough to quiet her
down some. And her seat would still feel the effect." Since Alex
looked so at home lying in his bunk, Rory pulled up a chair, and
the exhausted man sank down gratefully for needed rest. "How dare
you sleep here? I do not share my bedroom with a man! And not
with a kidnapping, thieving pirate at that!" The weary Rogue opened
one bloodshot eye. Angel? How could he have been so wrong? "Mistress,
I am not sharing your room. This happens to be MY room, the Captain's
cabin, and you are my 'guest.' Now, if you don't mind, I need
to sleep. Since you're up, may I use my bunk?" He rose to his
six feet two inches and stretched like a cat. Alex stared at the
handsome man with the tight fitting breeches, the familiar leather
belt secure about his waist. He shook his long golden hair, and
moved to the bunk. "You can't be in here with me. You can not
sleep here, I won't have it! Get out!" Alexandra's face stung
red-hot once again as his eyes narrowed. He stood watching her,
then sat on his bed trying to remove his boots. "I said get out!"
Alex grabbed the first thing at hand and threw it with all her
might at the startled man.
"What? What are you doing, wench? Don't! If you throw that...!"
SMASH! A pewter mug missed his head by inches, a delicate china
tea pot did not miss the floor, smashing to smithereens; clothes,
books, maps, were flying faster than a storm at sea. Rory ducked
as best he could, but Alex was a good shot in such close quarters,
and her pent-up emotions drove her on. She pelted the hapless
seaman with all the rage encased in her petite, passionate body,
then vented her frustration by kicking the captain's antique sea
chest. "OWWW!" "Serves you right, wench. I see that whipping didn't
take." Rory towered over the wincing girl, scooped her up in his
arms and carried her to the bunk. "What are you doing?" Alex quailed.
"Let me go right this minute!" Rory held her tight to his chest.
He controlled his temper with difficulty. "All I wanted was some
sleep in my own room, my own bed. Alex, I wasn't going to harm
you. Until you threw this tantrum. Now you're going over my knee
for a good spanking!" Alex landed over his lap easily, her bottom
centered and ready for him. His hand glided over her thin drawers,
gently rubbing the same full cheeks she had just comforted.
"Don't spank me! You wouldn't!" His hand slapped each round buttock
lightly. "You said that before, and you know right well, I WILL!"
Rory plucked the drawstring ribbon at the waist of her pantaloons,
and he whisked them down her kicking legs. The creamy, pink skin
invited his gentle palm once more, the young man stirring with
desire at the beautiful girl on his lap. Even if she was only
there to be punished. Spanked. He grasped her firmly, and lifted
his hand to begin. Alex roared in defiance, kicking, writhing,
fighting the spanking with all her might. But the Rogue held tight,
and spanked the bare, bare behind with every bit of slow intensity
he could manage. Dropping with exhaustion when he entered the
cabin, renewed vigor surged through his system, and fueled his
hand to tan the little wench's bottom until she wouldn't be able
to sit. If she had to nurse her pretty rump before, this spanking
would have her rubbing her backside till the Second Coming! "You
asked for this spanking, girl, as if you'd handed me an open invitation.
How do you like your reply?"
His hand slowly spanked, smacked, slapped, swatted, slid, and
stroked. Alexandra Veronica Hope wailed, whined, winced, watched
and waited. Her silvery tears would melt the hardest man, but
Rory remained steadfast in his duty to her naughty bottom. Every
time his hand rose, Alex looked back and followed its path to
her flaming fanny. Ultimately, the dam broke, and the floodgates
opened. Alex cried as if her heart would break, her body hanging
limply over Rory's knees, her hands clinging to his legs. As she
wept, her head fell closer to the floor, and her bare, apple-red
rump rose higher as if aiding him in her spanking. "Are you going
to behave yourself, Alexandra, or are we going to make spanking
you a habit?" Actually, he wouldn't mind this habit at all. "Yes
sir, I'll behave myself," Alex whimpered like a lost child. "I'll
be good." "No more tantrums. ...At least no destroying any more
of my belongings, miss?"
"No more. I--I'm sorry. I'll clean up everything." He smacked
the naked plumpness several times in a row. "Yes, you will, dear,
everything will be put in its place. Then, you will stand yourself
in that corner until I feel you've learned to control your temper.
Do we understand your orders, Alexandra Veronica Hope?" Captain
Thunder centered his palm across her chubby orbs and spanked the
fiery hills thoroughly. Mistress Hope gave in with a long wail
and surrendering sigh. The man was entirely too strong and sure
of himself for her to win this battle. And, besides, she had willfully
wrecked the place! "Brat!" Alex scolded herself tearfully, then
the lonely girl hugged Rory's legs tightly, clinging to him with
all her might. Surprised at her total capitulation, Rory finished
up her spanking, then petted her bare bottom tenderly. Thunder
massaged his tingling hand over and over her warm, crimson seat.
While she finished her cry, the stern pirate Captain of 'Raven's
Blood' surprisingly soothed and gentled the distraught girl across
his knees, albeit reveling in the heat and the softness of her
well-spanked bottom.
Rory wanted to keep her there for as long as he could. Alex instinctively
snuggled deeper onto her captor's lap, wriggling her bare rump
brazenly under his strong, encompassing palm. The cabin clean
up would wait. Her corner would wait. Anyone and everything would
wait. Except the two of them. Except here. Except now.
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