This short story is an entry in the 2011 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
Flotsam
Irene hit the headlines on Thursday. "Huge Hurricane in the Caribbean / Will Travel up the East Coast" followed by dire warning of flooding from storm surges in low lying areas especially barrier islands and power outages. Governor after governor, mayor after mayor had news conferences. Mandatory evacuation orders were issued.
But, there were those who would not believe; those who thought they were invincible; those who were so arrogant that they thought they could defy Mother Nature when she was having a tantrum.
So they stayed and partied.
But the storm came with high winds and waves way above normal high tide. The power lines were downed by flying trees. The frail beach house was washed off its inadequate foundations and swept out to sea.
And with it, the foolish pair.
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A day later, hungry and dehydrated, clinging to a wooden table, a small sailing ship heaved to and hauled them aboard in a fishing net. They proudly told their story. The Captain was astounded by their foolishness. He was positively angry at their demands to be returned home. They were fed and allowed to sleep in hammocks.
In the morning, they learnt their choices. Go swimming or signon as crew subject to strict discipline according to the law of the sea. They protested but that did not last long for the Captain ordered them flogged. They were shocked. They were quickly seized and dragged over a bulkhead and tied down. The tattered remnants of their clothing were cut away leaving them naked.
The ship sailed on for the Captain gave orders and the crew followed them. It was midday before the Captain returned to deal with them. He carried a heavy leather strap – a hand wide and half fathom long. "You shall have a boy's punishment since you are certainly not men." They did not know what that meant but thought it would be less than a man's punishment. As spoiled brats, they did not know what to expect.
The Captain raised the strap and brought it down on the first ass – hard. There was a yell that surely could have been heard a league away. A wide stripe appeared on the target. The boy howled. Five more times the strap was raised and lowered. The boy was screaming like a banshee and his ass was bright red and swollen. The second boy got the same strapping with similar results. They were left tied up for several more hours to contemplate their situation.
When asked again, they quickly agreed to join the crew with lowest possible ranking. The strap was most effective in teaching them that the Captain was a law unto himself and must be obeyed without question.
It was some ten months later that they sailed into an east coast port. They were bound and handed over to the Captain of the Coast Guard Cutter that checked the ship papers as they were undocumented.
Their families did not recognize them when they were rejoined.
The End
© Copyright 2011 A.I.L.
Reviews
Lydia Carrol
I like the fact that this story captures the apocalyptic theme, which is current and relevant to the world now. Perhaps a little more description and emotional development instead of straightforward, matter-of-fact narration could capture the psychological growth of the characters better.