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Ginny's Bondage (Mdom-F, bond)
by Anon NixPixer (c) 1993
*
Ginny was bored with her life. Small, drab apartment, dull job,
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, Ginny 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 fantasy kept invading her
conscious thoughts.
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, and started a process that would 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 a 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.
11%
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 s
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 150 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.
*********
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 for 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 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 La Paz, and spent three days
replenishing supplies before heading west.
The next leg of the journey was not quite as nice. It had been
over a week since Ginny had even seen land, let alone 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 rails, 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
alternate days standing watch from watch from 10PM to 6 AM. 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 a
week of the routine, Ginny's mood began to sour. Her internal clock
simply would not adjust to the rotating shifts, and the lack of
sceanery was starting to become tedious. This was not the adventure
that she had hoped for.
Then one day, Ginny was manning the watch from 10 PM to 8AM.
Ginny normally liked the night watch. There was nothing to see in
the daytime except the ocean, and it was much nicer to be out on
deck when the sun was down. The auto pilot steered the boat, and
Ginny just had to scan the horizon looking for lights of other boats
and preventing the possibility of a collision. Tonight, however, it
was overcast and thre were not 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.
"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 light
remained on all day, consuming valuable battery power.
With Ginny's reply, Jacks face flushed red in anger. He could
tolerate the loss of battery power, but he hadn't cared for Ginny's
tone of voice at all. 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 Jacks 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.
<WHACK> "Watch me" Jack replied with a matter of fact tone.
<WHACK> "In fact, I can do most anything I want. <WHACK> We are in
international waters out here, <WHACK> no longer under the
jurisdiction of the USA. <WHACK> In some of the places we are
going, this is an accepted treatment of women who don't know how to
behave". <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
By now Ginny's protests had faded into pleas of mercy. <WHACK>
"Owww, OK, OK, I'm sorry, I.. <WHACK> Owwwwwwwww I'll do anything
you say <WHACK> Owwwwww please just stop!" sobbed Ginny.
<WHACK> " You will do as I say <WHACK> and you will start
treating me with the proper respect <WHACK>". Jack replied. "First
off " Jack continued <WHACK> " I am the master of this vessel.
<WHACK> The proper title is CAPTAIN <WHACK>, or SIR <WHACK>, or
MASTER <WHACK>. You will do your chores <WHACK> and address me in
the proper manner, <WHACK> do you understand?" <WHACK> <WHACK>
<WHACK> <WHACK>
"YES, OH YES!!" screamed Ginny.
<WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK>
"Yes what?!" demanded Jack. <WHACK>
" 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 and her vagina.
Ginny, suddenly aware of Jacks 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. She quickly realized that there
was little she could do. In any direction, they were at least a
weeks sail to land. There was no one to call, 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 vagina,
then parting her sex she started rubbing her clit.
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 cunt, then withdraw them and rub her clit 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 base. 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 clit, and
when she finally realized that she was starting to get very aroused,
felt even more embarrassed and humiliated.
For the rest of the day, Ginny tried her best to avoid Jack, and
tended her duties with an enthusiasm and attention to detial 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.
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 5 days off. All was right in their little
world, and Ginny was ready to put the spanking incident out of her
mind.
The following night was once again Ginny's turn for the night
watch, and 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 clit. 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 ships
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 was 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, it's 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 respons
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 few weeks ago she
would have had no idea what a spinnaker halyard was. Then the
realization of it's 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. It's 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 turnwed to face Jack with her,
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." 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 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 it's 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 lande
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 each of her nipples,
then threaded the fishing line first through one, then around the
backside of the mast and through the other. 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 did not hurt
that much when they were first put on, the pain increased as time
passed. Any attempts to relieve the pain 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 more motivated
by the minutute.
It was twenty minutes before Jack returned to the mast. "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 vagina, 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 experience .
"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?"
"Your 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 Jacks actions did was make it feel better.
Ginny screeched, jerked back, and tried her best to escape Jacks
fingers. But the restraints held her in place, and Jack continued
his 'massage' of her nipple.
"Are you ready to continue?" Jack asked.
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 land
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?" 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 was pressing
up against her crotch, pressing roughly against her clitoris. As her
body shook in response to each blow, the motion would rub her clit
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 hard-on. 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?".
"I believe that you have had enough for today". stated Jack. "If
you will allow me to give you the remaining twenty at any time of my
choosing, I will grant you a temporary reprieve".
Ginny didn't have to think twice. Sitting on her backside on the
hard deck was very painful, and she didn't relish the idea of it
getting worse. She agreed, and Jack untied her, picked her up and
carried her below.
THE END