Untamed Seas 05

As Kate was lying there naked and with her bare bottom hanging over the edge of the barrel, she had to wonder if she shouldn't have tried to stow away on another ship instead.
She did not have enough money to afford the passage, so she had decided to be sneaky and simply spend the week long journey in the cargo hold.
Sadly for her though, a sailor had found her in the night when she was sleeping.
Apparently she did snore and did so rather loudly.
The captain was a young man and a handsome devil, Kate thought impressed. If not for the unlucky circumstances she might have tried to flirt with him.
However in her current position, being cheeky was a bad idea she figured.

'Should we throw her overboard captain?' a sailor asked.
'No, we can't do something so barbaric.' the captain answered.

Kate was glad to hear she would not go overboard, a punishment that was not unusual for stowaways.
However the captain seemed unwilling to let the matter go without punishment.

'We can't throw her into the sea, but we can make sure you won't be able to sit comfortable for the rest of the journey.'

And so the sailors had stripped her naked and tied her to a hastily prepared barrel.
With both of her arms and legs secured this way, she could move little to nothing.
Her bottom hung over the edge, making a great, round target for the captain and the instrument of corporal punishment in his hands.
The strap's black leather made it look quite menacing and Kate was unable to keep the worried look off her face.

'Prepare yourself milady, because I won't stop until your bottom is glowing deeply scarlet.' the captain said in a rumbling voice and with a smirk that made his face look even more attractive.
The bastard.

Though before long most conscious thought had fled from her mind as the strap started to impact on her vulnerable and exposed buttocks.
The pain was intense, the captain did not seem to hold back much, if at all.
Soon Kate was struggling helplessly against her bonds with tears running down her face and with each swat of the leather another shout escaped from her lips.
In the beginning she could hear the sailors comments and laughter, but now her world had been reduced to little more than her own exposed and painfully burning rear hanging over the barrel's edge and the leather descending on it.

Captain Taylor, who was meanwhile so expertly reddening her backside, wondered if there was any chance the lady might accept to be comforted by the very man that had inflicted such pains on her rather attractive posterior.
He was a gentleman of course, so he would not force the issue.
However this young woman was a beautiful sight to behold, even completely naked, in a humiliating position and crying like this.
She seemed to be an adventurous spirit and she was taking the strapping well, all things considered.
Taylor was impressed and a little intrigued.
In short, he would not at all mind to rub some lotion on those glorious buttocks later on in his quarters, if the lady allowed it.
No, he would not mind.