Sir was delighted with her fantasy and so perfectly keyed to her senses. When Cinna thought that three or four more stinging slaps was all she could stand he gave them to her, and then three more. He could read her like a book, and it was delicious the way he pushed to the edge of her limits. Then another rustling sound--leaves being shuffled brought Cinna to her senses.
“Captain--Sir. What was that?"
“Relax, Cinna. It’s just the sounds of the sea; nothing for a wench to be concerned with.”
And in her light-headedness Cinna fell back into her fantasy. She could see the faces of the crew as their fierce captain wailed away at her burning bottom.
“Stop it you scurvy bastard. You’ll all be sorry for this.”
He ripped her panties from around her knees and tried to pick up on her delirious bantering, “Quiet, Bitch. A good spanking is the only thing a little whoring wench like you is worthy of. Isn’t it mates?”
Cinna imagined she could hear the crew cheering him on. She was on fire from the humiliation and excitement of being forced and bared by these imagined heathens.
“Who is that?” Her fantasy was once again jarred by the sounds—the sounds of footsteps on the ship’s wooden decking. Was someone coming to save her?
“Its nothing, Cinna, just some kids coming up on the front porch to see if there are any treats left for them. Don’t let yourself get distracted.” He spanked her more slowly and more deliberately. The shouts of the trick or treaters outside on the street kept coming in and out of her consciousness. It only added to the naughty fervor of the scene. The stinging had become white hot now and Cinna squealed on the fourth or fifth slap.
She squirmed around on his lap and in the reflection of the glass she imagined she saw the faces of the crew in their pirate’s hats, blackened teeth, and eye patches, leering at her spectacle. Just as she settled she could have sworn a laugh seemed closer than the other street noises.
“There. What was that?”
“Hmmm, I heard that too. Maybe there is someone out there" and he began to rub her cheeks and soothe her worry. “Its alright Cinna, it will be over soon.” Just let yourself go with it. No one will recognize you and besides they all know you deserve it.”
Cinna squirmed and rotated her pelvis. “Yes, I can feel your showmanship kicking in.”
A long “ummmmm” and then a soft gasp as the slaps resumed and got stronger--he could tell she lusted after this roll play.
“Me thinks this wench doth protest too much, Mates. You really do like this, Wench. And you know, as the Captain of this ship and your master, I’ll take you over my knees here on deck and in front of my scurvy crew anytime I want, don’t you?”
An inhaled “YESSSSS” affirmed his question.
“YES?” Sir rained down two very hard slaps on her fiery red ass, “YES WHAT?”
“Yessss, CAPTAIN.”
“Alright, Wench, ten strokes to finish! Now count them for me. And if you miss a count I’ll be happy to start all over again.”
She was lost in the burning feeling and the excitement of imagining the horny sex-starved seafarers drooling over her barred ass. She could hear their snickers and see the depravity and lust in their faces projected on the windowpanes. Then she saw movement outside the windows, real movement. Cinna realized this was no fantasy; these were real faces outside leering in at her. And at that moment this realization sent her only deeper into her fantasy. Cinna hung her head and raised her ass to receive the first of his ten last blows and the thought of this humiliation made her pussy hot and very wet against his thighs. Her abandoned writhing on his lap was her only protest.
“One, two, three,” She began the ritual of counting that connected spanker and spanked. “four, five, six,” He loved to make each of these last spanks harder and harder. He thought of them as the real punishment for misbehavior. “Seven, eight,” The burn and the glow simmered through her. Cinna raised her ass brazenly to taunt him and whoever was outside on the porch. Nine and ten were outside her tolerance. She yelped at these last two swats, collapsed in sobs over his lap and felt her own saltwater roll down her forehead.
“That a girl, Cinna,” he soothed her, stroking her hair and her shoulders. “You did well.”
Then she felt his hand cup her mound again. His fingers entered her roughly. This time the sounds outside didn’t surprise or confuse her.
“They’re just trying to get a better look”, she thought.
Cinna squirmed off Sir’s lap to her hands and knees. Sir followed her lead. Stretching her arms, entangling her fingers in the thick rich carpet, she gyrated back as if to swallow his whole hand. Knowing they were out there, probably with their dicks in their hands only fueled her abandon. Another hoot—then that same cackle came from outside and Cinna’s suspicions were confirmed. Now she knew who was outside on the porch all this time but it was too late to protest.
“You little fuck.” She said a little too loudly.
“What did you say, Cinna?” But he was lost in his own moment. His thumb probed deeply inside her. He felt it with his fingertips through the thin separating membrane. Her orgasm swelled up behind her—began to lift her like a wave then buffeted her like a pounding surf.
“YESSSSS,” she screamed out as he brought her to her second feverish climax.
Cinna lay in the rich carpet, her bandana askew, mask misaligned and her stockings now slide down loose and twisted around her muscled calves as Sir caressed her—soothed her with compliments and encouragement. She acknowledged his words but only thought about Trent and his accomplice Mouse. What cruel fate had made them dress up as pirates this Halloween night? No matter now, they wouldn’t get away with invading her privacy like this. She didn’t know what she’d do exactly, but she’d think up some nasty retaliation for her two most obnoxious students by Monday.
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