Captain woman? Nonsense, they told me. Despite everything, I always fought for my own and tried to climb the ranks of the seafaring career. Now I sail in huge ships full of containers, managing a crew of all men.
I always try to be a professional, but the captain also has needs, especially when you are at sea. This time I wanted to have fun really hard. I called the boatswain to my place to find the seaman who was the worst at performing his duties. I felt like punishing someone.
The boy looked maximum 25. He looked a bit emaciated, he had to be fattened a bit for the future. After all, I want to punish him, but I’m not heartless. He was standing there, ready to be warned. I sent the Bosman to guard the door on the other side.
“Mr. Martinez,” I stood up, frowning menacingly. I was wearing a pencil skirt that touched my wider hips and my shirt was unbuttoned so that he could see exactly between the groove of my breasts – the Bosman is complaining about you that you are not working well.
“II really,” he stuttered, “I don’t know what’s going on.” I try to keep the deck clean …
“Exactly,” I nodded and shook my finger at him. “You’re trying, but how do you do it?” You’re screwing up, I say firmly. I felt that he, too, froze, as if he was afraid to hear something more – There is no place for screwing on my ship, Mr. Martinez.
“Yes, Captain,” he muttered casually, so I walked around him. I raised my hand high and lowered it quickly. I slapped his ass with a bang. It was surprisingly firm and hard.
– That’s what you say to your captain? I asked, tightening my fingers tightly around his butt.
– You know what, Mr. Martinez? – first I grabbed one of his hands and leaned it on the desk top – In the past, insubordination on the ship was punished with the highest corporal punishment – I grabbed the other and also pressed it to the desk – Bosman took a long whip or rope and washed it until the meat started to peel off the bones – I went into a locker that was usually padlocked.
“Captain…” he said indistinctly.
“Be silent, Martinez,” I said, looking at the other torture devices that were there. I bent a whip that I bought in one marketplace in Shanghai. I looked closely at the harness with a large artificial phallus I had bought during the Tokyo fair. I already knew what I wanted.
“You must be punished, too,” I walked up behind him and gagged him. He did not break away and run away. Cerberus in the guise of the boatswain on the other side of the door wouldn’t let him go out, and he knew it. Just as he knew what was said about me among the crew. I fastened the black, soft ball tightly over his mouth. I ripped his pants off him and felt his bare ass showing.
– You spend a lot of time exercising, Mr. Martinez – I was rubbing his ass a lot, parting it a bit, then clenching it again. He mumbled something, but it was hard to understand. I went to the cupboard and grabbed the whip. I tore up his T-shirt and slapped him right over the back. The red streak bloomed within seconds, and he bowed painfully. I watched with fascination as darker droplets appeared in some places on the red line. I ran my tongue over them.
– You will learn how to fulfil your duties – a scuffle of stiffly laced thongs in the air. Crash. A hiss of pain and the young men back painfully arched. Another red line I ran my finger on. It was clearly shaped.
I reached my hand between his ass. I grabbed his testicles and started massaging them, pressing hard. They were full. We haven’t been to the port for a long time, and the boy is clearly not a fan of needlework.
I put down my whip. I grabbed the harness he had been staring at for a long time with some horror. A double-sided dildo, one part of which was inside me. I fastened the straps around my hips, feeling the gel toy fill me up. I spat between his bum cheeks and grabbed him by the neck like a kitten, pressing him against the table. He was helpless, especially when I was driving his ass.
I wasn’t delicate. His neglect is not only about the cleanliness of the deck. Dirt could have made it slippery, someone falling overboard. The boy needed a lesson. Holding him by the hair on the back of his head, I dominated him, and he didn’t even object for a moment. I saw him close his eyes. He was fine, although he was certainly not used to such games. He had to get used to it. I was going to make him my new sex toy.