Taking the Lashes
Evelyn submits to the pirate
PART THREE of the Pirates of the Caribbean
Read PART ONE, Pilgrims Below Deck.
Read PART TWO, The Captive. Evelyn finished the last morsel of food.
“Boy, empty that chamber pot over the side. Then take your food tray to the galley and prepare my meal,” Captain Howell said.
Evelyn carefully picked up the chamber pot and gingerly walked out to the main deck. The ship was sailing due west with a following sea. That is, she was sailing with the direction that the waves were traveling. As the waves were no more than six feet high, the resulting motion was smooth and predictable as the ship loped over the waves. Therefore, Evelyn had no difficulty carrying the pot without spilling its contents. The port side was downwind, thus she walked to this side and tossed the pot’s contents into the sea.
Turning, she examined the men. After kidnapping her, Captain Howell dressed Evelyn as a boy to save her from the ravishes of his crew. She was now his cabin boy.
The ship was sailing lazily along, and there was no work activity. A few of the pirate crew were on the deck. Then she spotted one pirate sitting with his back against the aft mast; he was watching Evelyn. This pirate was a young, beardless man sharpening a dagger on a whetstone. He would not take his eyes away from her.
Evelyn descended the stairs to the galley. For the most part, the pirates cooked their own meat in braziers on the main deck, but she was assigned to cook for the Captain.
“What are you doing here?”
Evelyn looked up to see the young pirate who watched her on the deck. Not wanting to reveal her feminine voice, she merely grunted a response.
“Captain, says to cook this up.” He tossed the hindquarter of a hog onto the table.
With a sinister leer, the man stared at her. Evelyn felt as though he could see through her clothes — that he could see her secret.
“Boy!”
Silently, the two stared at each other. Evelyn remained rooted, expecting the man to fall upon her. She envisions where the galley knives were stored.
“Boy!”
“Did you hear that?” the young pirate asked.
“Hear what?”
“The Captain… He’s calling for you.”
“BOY!”
She brushed past the pirate and ran up the stairs to the Captain’s cabin.
“Aye, m’lord.”
“I had to call you three times.”
“It won’t happen again, My Lord.”
“Not to worry, I know how to encourage you to keep your mind on your work. Drop your trousers, and bend over the desk.”
Her mouth opened, to beg for mercy, to attempt resistance. Then she remembered his comment when he had first seen her bare bottom.
He is looking for a reason to spank me. If I resist, his men will hold me down. Making him mad will only make him spank harder.
Deciding to submit to him, she untied the rope and let her breeches drop to the deck. She bent over the desk and displayed her bare bottom for him. Standing on her tiptoes, she placed her hips on the edge of the desk, and then she bent forward until her elbows supported her. She crossed her ankles, locking her legs together to conceal her pink secrets.
“I see that this is not your first spanking.”
“My stepfather delighted in punishing me.”
Howell chuckled. “Any red-blooded man would delight in applying his hand to your beautiful bottom.”
She hoped he would hurry before someone came into the room.
Captain Howell began his punishment with a gentle caress of her smooth, alabaster skin. His hand lifted and came down hard with a resounding SMACK.
“Eeow!”
Evelyn was more surprised by his suddenness than the pain, though it was a sharp swat. He continued landing harder smacks, alternating left and right cheeks.
“You do have a nice firm ass.”
Thinking the spanking was over, she started to rise.
“We’re not done.”
A hand pinned her to the desk. He produced a leather strap.
“We call this the lash, and it is best you get introduced to it.”
Using the lash, he resumed spanking. Each stroke of the leather made her bottom sting, these swats were more severe. Whimpering, tears began to well-up in her eyes. But, like a well schooled British girl, Evelyn took her punishment silently.
“I see that you are no stranger to a whipping.” And then, he finished with two extra hard smacks to her sensitive sit-spots.
“OUCH!” she wailed and kicked her feet, her breeches flew across the room as she attempted to free herself. But, his left hand in the center of her back held her tightly in place.
“Now, go stand with your nose in the corner and your hands on your head.” Evelyn walked to the corner and assumed the humiliating position. Her tears continued to roll down her cheeks. He pulled her shirttail up and tucked it into her collar, and then he left the cabin. She prayed no one else would come into the cabin and see her blazing bottom.
Five minutes later, he returned. “Well, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” She thought it to be a rhetorical question and merely waited.
SMACK, he swatted her again.
“Aye, My Lord, I was very naughty. I was late responding to your call and it will never happen again. Please, Sir, I beg that you forgive me.”
His cool hand cupped her hot, left butt cheek. He gently squeezed it. Her womanly core reflexively clenched in response to the surprising sensuous act.
“See to it, that it doesn’t happen again. Submitting to me will not be so bad. Now, get dressed and cook my meal.”
She found her pants and pulled them on. Tucking in her shirt, she tied the rope-belt. Returning to the galley, she hoped she would not encounter the young pirate. She wiped the sweat from her brow and cut the meat he had left on the table into pieces small enough to cook. She took four plates to serve Captain Howell and three of his pirate officers in the aftcastle. The four men used the captain’s desk as a table.
Evelyn did not know the names of the other three men, but she recognized having seen one of them when she had been kidnapped. She didn’t speak to them, but one man said, “That was a fine meal, boy.” As before, she grunted her reply.
“I think he’s mute,” Captain Howell said, and they all laughed.
When the food was gone, Evelyn cleaned up the pans and plates. Then she sat on the floor of her galley; she pulled her knees up tight and cried.
Hours later, she heard, “Boy!” and she ran back to his cabin.
“Make up my bed.” Howell pointed to the bunk folded against the port side wall.
While she made his bed, she noticed that the sky was black. Her first day of captivity was done. She wondered how long it would be before he ravished her.
“You will sleep on the galley floor. I’ll want tea with my breakfast meat. See that you have it ready at first light.”
There were no windows in the galley. Evelyn had no idea how she would know when first light would be. But, she answered, “Aye, m’lord,” anyway.
Time, she discovered, could be measured with the changing shifts. The pirates kept the same watch schedule as her Uncle’s ship had, and she was awoken when the helmsmen clamored up and down the stairs at shift change. Therefore, when the eight o’clock in the morning shift came on, she lit the stove fire and prepared the captain’s breakfast. At the first call of, “Boy,” she carried the tea and fried pork up the stairs to him.
He smiled at her obedience, but said nothing.
While emptying the chamber pot, she paused on deck to exhaust her lungs of the stale air of the ship’s interior and take in some fresh air. The rising sun offered her no solace.
THE END of this part, but PART FOUR — Finding an Ally, continues the story.
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