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: First
Shipwreck
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
It was a dark and stormy night. It was always a dark and stormy night. It was never other than a dark and stormy night.
His mind went back to when it started. The mate was dead and he had charge of the starboard watch. The wind was hard and steady from the east and the ship was making good progress through the Strait of Magellan when the wind changed. A violent storm roared in from the west. By two bells westward progress was but a dream. By four bells the masts had snapped. By six bells even the hope of returning east was gone as the huge waves drove them helplessly to the rocky shore. As eight bells was being struck, the ship splintered on Tierra del Fuego. He fell into the raging sea to drown and feed the sharks.
He knew not where he was now. It was even worse than on the worse ship he had known -- something he did not think was possible. It was always a dark and stormy night. He was always wet, cold and hungry. It always started at eight bells. He was before the Captain. The very angry captain and sentenced to be strapped through the watch. They led him to the deck and stripped him. He was strapped over the cannon. The bos'n was laughing as he played with the strap. A heavy piece of leather a hand wide and half a fathom long.
At one bell, he got one stroke in unison with the ship's bell. At two, two more. Even though the ship was in trouble, he remained strapped over the cannon when the bos'n matched the bongs of the ship's bell again. The bos'n did not care that the mast snapped as he counted four. Or five. The rocky shore was of no interest as six bells was struck both on the bell and his ass. Or seven.
At eight the bos'n was just as eager. As they fell into the water the bos'n got the eight strokes on target before everything went dark as he sank in the raging sea -- for the zillionth midnight.
Then he was before the captain again. Not quite like the preacher had predicted but close enough: this was really Tierra del Fuego.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. July 9, 2001
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Reviews
Louiza <louiza(at)home(dot)com>
Great beginning paragraph and use of the First Line, not just to start the story off, but as part of the theme. Not your ordinary punishment story, this dark tale is concise and well told.
Molly B <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Enjoyed the premise of this M/M story. These seafarers sure are tough.