This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Roll Out the Twenty-pounder
By
Lupercal <severus_lupercalis@yahoo.co.uk>
Every man on board knew Pip, the ship's 'prentice, was a girl, but not one said a word. Not, that is, until, ten days out, a roaring gale blew in from the northwest and washed poor Will Jenkins clean off the rigging. Next morning an angry delegation met the Captain as he walked the forward deck.
"'Tis bad luck to keep a woman 'board ship," the men grumbled, but Captain Haines would not budge. "Feed 'er to the sharks!" they shouted, till the chorus grew to a raucous din and mutiny was in the air. "Enough!" cried the Captain, and for a few moments the crew fell silent. But the mood was foul and the men itched for blood. "Keelhaul her!" the Bosun, Rob Mackenzie, growled. Captain Haines moved closer. "I shall not be party to murder," he warned. "But, if I must, as seems I must, then I shall flog her. Roll out the twenty-pounder!"
"Aye!" Mackenzie roared. "Let the slut who plays at being a boy be punished as a boy!" A great cheer went up and a number of the crew hurried aft to fetch the girl, so that justice might be done and the wrath of the tempest hopefully assuaged.
Pip cursed and pleaded as she was dragged out onto the deck, but no voice was raised in her defence. "Secure her," the Captain ordered, and, though she fought with all her strength, she was soon bent over and bound fast to the downturned barrel of the big gun. Then a man stepped up carrying a stout, four-thonged lash which he placed in a bucket by the rail. Mackenzie smiled grimly and, turning to the Captain, said, "Ready, Sir!"
"Very well," Haines replied. "Take down her breeches."
There was, as could be plainly seen, nothing of the boy about her. Indeed, her slim downy thighs and pert, delicately rounded little bottom seemed more designed for loving kisses than for the fiery ministrations of the avenging 'cat'. Nonetheless, the Captain ordered, "Sixty lashes!"
The Bosun grinned slyly. "Aye," he said, and, retrieving the fearsome weapon from its briny receptacle, took up his position.
The lash descended with a sharp, percussive slap that made the whole of the woman's shapely, upturned posterior buck and tremble as if stricken in every nerve. A great howl of anguish exploded from her lips and, with her toes scrabbling for purchase on the slimy deck, she writhed and twisted like a worm squirming on a baited hook. "For the love of CHRIST!" she wailed. "Have MERCY!!!" but the Captain merely nodded and the Bosun lashed down again with every ounce of strength he could muster.
On and on the flogging went, till Pip's bottom and thighs were a scalding red latticework of stinging welts and raw, ragged abrasions. Then, mercifully, Haines ordered, "Stop!" and, forgiving her the remainder of her punishment, said, "She is but a slip of a lass. Take her to my cabin and we'll hear no more of this."
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001 by Lupercal
Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This is VERY well written, but it makes me think it's part of something larger. What happened that the captain forgave her punishment? And how did he continue to punish her once they got to his cabin? Tell more, please!
RCG <rcg1574(at)yahoo(dot)com>
An interesting story which is actually quite brutal if you think about it.
It seems this could be very interesting if developed further.