Unwilling Tutor

Synopsis

When Kathy's father finds his daughter is a whore and failing all her exams, he gives her to an ungainly, tall, genius boy to tutor her for the summer.

Unwilling Tutor

by obohobo

Warning

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC Spank Rom

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Obohobo © 2006 Revised 2009

Chapter 1. Caught

"Harder, harder!" Kathy McPherson yelled at the burly rugby player ramming his cock into her young cunt. His wasn't the first cock that night to find its way into her body, nor would it be the last. Lying naked on the bed, her mind in an alcohol and cannabis induced haze, she tried to thrust back as the boy plunged his cock in, but her coordination and timing didn’t always match his. Already that evening, she’d serviced three of the team inside her vagina and sucked two of them off. Three more stood alongside the bed, watching and waiting their turn and encouraging the others to give her what she wanted or at least, what she asked for. Although no stranger to gang-bangs she preferred to be the only female in the room at the time and thus the centre of attention. Attention she craved, but never received at home.

The morning after and indeed, the following days, were always a bitch. Kathy could cope with the soreness in her cunt but her throbbing head and the sick, nauseous feeling in her stomach from the booze and the drugs, often made her regret the night's enjoyment but by the next weekend or the following one, she’d be ready and willing to do it all again. To her, sex was akin in its effect to an addictive drug, the more she had, the more she needed. By now her craving had reached overdose proportions. She realised this and on numerous occasions swore never to do it again but, weak willed and afraid she’d lose out to another whore, always when an invitation to a party came she decided it just couldn't be turned down. In her world, the word party was synonymous with sex orgy.

Only a week previously Kathy lay on her bed, jackhammer noises battering the inside of her skull and the smell of vomit pervading the room where she had thrown up into the wastepaper basket and hadn't the energy to empty it down the toilet and questioned herself. "Why do I do this?" she asked repeatedly, "Why do I accept these invitations? Why do I drink so much? Why do I toke those ciggies? Why do I allow so many boys to fuck me? Why? Why? Why?" She knew the answer or thought she did. "It gives me friends. It gives me status. I feel wanted and liked. But is it for the right reasons? Would I have friends if I didn't let the boys fuck me? I enjoy some of the fucking. It gives me a buzz especially when I'm high on the smokes but after the first one or two, it gets into a routine. There's a sameness about it all unless one of them actually tries something different, but that's not very often. All I have is the soreness and these terrible after effects." Once more she resolved to give up going to the parties, a resolution she broke the following weekend.

Her descent into degradation started soon after her thirteenth birthday. Her woman's body developed rapidly, her breasts sprouted and she began flirting with boys. And she had money to spend. Her wealthy father, whom she saw sometimes at weekends and more rarely late in the evening, gave her an overly generous allowance but was miserly in the time and affection he accorded her. For some years after her mother died, a succession of maids and babysitters looked after her but when she turned fifteen, she rebelled against being watched over and more or less fended for herself. Her generous allowance allowed her to almost buy friendships and frequently she would pay for everyone's drinks at McDonalds or whatever joint they decided to visit after school. It bought her the attention she sorely missed at home.

"We're going to watch one of my dad's video's after school, you wanna come?" Mary Flately asked. "Mum's out till late and dad's away again so I'm having a few boys and Jeanie round too. The videos show real fucking, not like the sex education muck they show us at school. You wanna see the real stuff?" Mary, two years older than Kathy and already sexually experienced with several boyfriends, thought the developing girl a likely addition to her group. Kathy decided she'd nothing better to do and having heard about proper sex videos but never having seen one, agreed to watch it with them. "We'll probably do more than watch," Mary laughed.

They certainly did more than watch. In the middle of a raunchy scene where a young girl knelt sucking at two cocks while a third fucked her cunt, Mary hit the pause button and announced, "Okay, time for some action here too. Everyone strip off. Let's see those cocks boys." Kathy hesitated but when the others started removing their clothing, she decided she would as well if she wanted to be 'in' with this older group and from the way they all undressed quickly, Kathy realised they had done this before. None showed any embarrassment at revealing their naked bodies and the boys sported erections they proudly displayed to the girls.

She’d hardly tossed her last item of clothing on a chair when one boy picked her up, cuddled her on his lap and sucked her tits and fingered her cunt, a cunt already wet from watching the video and becoming wetter now the film had been restarted. "You're tight," the boy commented, "You done it before?" Blushing, Kathy shook her head. "Well you will have by the time you go home," he grinned.

"Make sure you use a condom Pete," Mary ordered and tossed him a foil packet from a box by her side, "She won't be on the pill and we don't want her getting preggers and causing us problems. Play with her and let her watch Jeanie and me for a bit." Already Jeanie lay on her back on the rug, her knees pulled close to her chin, while Ron fucked her vigorously.

For a while the TV screen and the two girls fucking shared Kathy’s attention but Pete quickly added to the distraction by nibbling her tits and fingering her cunt, until he wanted some of the action and put her hand on his hard prick. "Suck it like that girl." Pete nodded to the TV where the girl had the boy's cock halfway down her throat, or so it seemed. Well aroused now, Kathy slid to the floor and started sucking the boy’s hard prick. "It's about time you put this on I think Kathy," Pete suggested and handed her the condom. Unused to them and in her excitement, she fumbled with the packet and eventually managed to roll the rubber over his erection. “Lie down on the settee, Kathy.” Eagerly she complied and allowed Pete to open her legs. Needing no further encouragement, he slid his cock in a little way, pulled back and then thrust home. "Virgin no more!" he laughed, “My first cherry popped!”

Kathy felt the stab of pain but it wasn't of much import and the full feeling and sensations coming from Pete's fucking were far nicer than she had with her fingers. "Ummm! That's nice," she groaned. The others stopped and watched as Pete took her maidenhead and now praised her. Elated, Kathy thrust back like she had seen the other two girls do.

"Suck this," the other boy, whose name she didn't even know, offered his cock and for the second time in her life she took a boy’s prick in her mouth, although she had a job keeping it there with Pete banging into her vagina.

Three of the four boys fucked her before she went home later that evening and possibly her desire for multiple fucks stemmed from that first time. Afterwards Mary helped her get the contraceptive pill without her father knowing and thereafter, her desire for sex seemed insatiable.

"Oh shit!" Kathy cried out in alarm waking both boys snuggled alongside her. "It's 6:30. Dad will probably be up when I get home. Another fucking row I suppose. Oh shit, my head hurts. My throat’s parched and I need a piss. Fuck, what shit did they put in those smokes last night? Better get home otherwise there’ll be a hellava row." Unsteadily she climbed out of the bed and quickly dressed, leaving off the unessential items like her bra and underclothes and stuffing them in a bag. The remains of the party were scattered everywhere. Bottles, crisp packets and full ashtrays littered all the rooms and other partygoers slept in various states of undress anywhere they could find a comfortable spot. Kathy hurried past them and out into the chilly early morning air, cool air that made her head spin as she tottered homewards. "Not much life on the street yet. Perhaps he won't be up. Shit! Why does every passing car and lorry make so much noise? Fuck, my head thumps. I do hope dad's not up yet. Can't face a lecture from him at the moment." She tottered up the long drive to the house, quietly went in through the back door and, slipping off her shoes, crept through the kitchen and along the hallway. "Nobody about. Got to have a bit of luck sometimes," she muttered carefully easing the door to her bedroom open.

"Good morning Kathleen." Her father sat on the bed, waiting, his face grim.

“Daddy called me Kathleen so I guess I’m in deep shit trouble,” Kathy thought when he called her. "Not now Daddy, I don't feel up to a lecture now," she answered and went to move passed him but he blocked her path.

"No, I suppose you don't. First though, go and have a shower. You smell like a sewer. I presume you have something for your hangover in the bathroom."

Kathy, surprised that he hadn't launched into a tirade of abuse at her behaviour, suspected he had something else up his sleeve, something she wouldn't like. Eventually, after taking as long as she dared in the shower, she emerged wearing a thin robe. The Anadin's were beginning to kick in and the Alka-Seltzer had eased her stomach a little but she still felt extremely tired and very uneasy. "Take your robe off and stand in front of the mirror Kathleen," her father ordered.

"What, so you can see me naked? I don't think so. You perverted or something?"

"No Kathleen, it is you I want to look at your own naked body. Have a good look at it. Look at it closely. Look at the colour of your skin now that it isn't covered with make-up. Is it the clear fresh skin of a seventeen year old or that of a woman twice your age? Do those love-bites and bruises on your breasts enhance your appearance?" Kathy didn't answer but burst into tears. "Okay, cover yourself up again and come and look at these pictures."

Sullenly Kathy peered at the laptop her father fired up. On the screen came a picture of her at the party last week, naked and being screwed by two boys. He father clicked to the next picture and the next. Picture after picture of her having sex with various boys at last week's party. He clicked again, "I haven't had chance to enhance these yet so they're still a bit on the dark side but you can see the pictures clear enough for now," he informed her and on the screen appeared pictures of her with the rugby boys last night, pictures Kathy could hardly see through her tears. Totally humiliated, she wanted to hide but her father didn’t give her the chance.

"How? How did you…?" she asked.

"That doesn't matter and that is only part of what we need to talk about. How well do you think you've done in your exams so far?"

"Oh shit, no!" Kathy quickly realised the school had phoned her father. She knew she would fail everything. She hadn't bothered to answer most of the questions and on the science paper she'd only managed to put her name on before she fell asleep at the desk. "Well they shouldn't have had it first thing on a Monday morning. I hadn't recovered from the weekend." She wasn't worried; she didn't need to work. Daddy would keep her. "What are you going to do?" she asked trying to sound nonchalant.

For an answer he emptied the contents of her purse on to the bed, picked out all the credit cards and put them in his pocket. "From today, you will not have any credit. From today, you will be given £2 a day to get a lunch at school and no more. From today, you will be confined to the house unless I take you out and on schooldays for the few weeks left of this term, you will come straight home. A driver will pick you up. Over the summer holidays, you will make up for all the schoolwork you have missed."

"You can't! I won't! I can't believe you are doing this to your own daughter. Your only daughter. You can't make me do this!"

"I can and I will Kathy. I know some of this is my fault. I should have kept a closer eye on you for years but I let my work come first. Now you have got yourself into such a mess that it is going to take drastic measures to get you out of it."

"But all my friends will…"

"You haven't any real friends Kathy, only people who want you for what you can give them, whether it is money or your body. I know how difficult it is to distinguish between true friends and those who are just scroungers. I know. Having money makes things difficult as well as easy. It gets you material things but not true friends. I know, I really know," he mused and after a pause went on, "Now I suggest you go to bed and sleep off some of the excesses of last night and think about what I have said."

Chapter 2. Appointed tutor

"What can they want me for?" Puzzled David Miles looked at the letter again. The embossed heading stated that it came from McPherson Associates, a big stockbrokers and insurance firm in town employing several hundred people. After a little preamble, the letter said, "I have a proposition I wish to put to you and would be pleased if you would arrange an appointment…" It was signed Graham McPherson, Managing Director. David read it again, "It says, 'I have a proposition...' not we have a proposition so it seems to come from him personally. He's signed it; it isn't a pp signature from his secretary. What can he want? I have no interest in the brokering or even the insurance business, none at all."

"My word you are a bean-pole and no mistake," the young receptionist grinned as David shambled to her desk in the foyer of the plush office block of McPherson Associates, "You must be seven feet tall." Her smile nullified any offence the remark might have caused. "Another student looking for a summer job, I suppose," she thought but said nothing.

"Not quite. Six foot eleven." David straightened himself to his full height.

"Wow! I'm five ten but I have to look up to you. And you're so slim with it."

"Yeah, tell me about it," laughed David, "And I wear a larger size hat than most people, when I wear a hat at all."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I hope you're not offended," the girl apologised. "What can I do for you? Looking for a summer job?" By his untidy, shabby clothes, she'd correctly labelled him as a student but had wrongly guessed his reasons for being there.

"No miss, I came to see Mr. McPherson."

"You'll need an appointment to see him. He's the boss and normally only the more important clients get to visit him…"

"I have an appointment. He asked me to see him and I phoned yesterday. Talked to his secretary, Tracy." David cut into the spiel the girl had used many times.

The receptionist looked up in surprise. "Perhaps he is more than a student. Perhaps if he really has an appointment with the boss, he will report me and get me sacked. Better be nice to him." Out loud she went on, "I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have assumed…Your name sir, please."

"That's okay Lisa, I'm David Miles," David read the name on her badge, "And I don't know why I'm here either. It's not the sort of place I would want to work in."

Lisa became a little more concerned when she phoned through to Mr. McPherson's personal assistant and was told to escort him to her immediately. "This way please sir," she said after putting the phone down. She again worried that she'd committed a faux pas especially as she only escorted the most important clients to the top floor office. The boy seemed unaware of the privilege and she gave a little smile when he automatically ducked on entering the lift although the door was probably high enough even for him. Moments later he sat nervously in a plush chair in front of the boss's desk.

"David," Graham McPherson started after the usual introductions, "I wish to offer you a special position for your summer vacation…"

"I don't need a job, sir. I have other work I wish to do. Father left me well provided for and I am continuing the research he started and will use that for my Open University degree thesis. I'm having to do that through the OU because I'm too young to go to a main university."

"I know about that David and you'll largely be able to continue with you own work as well. They say you are going to be another genius like your father. It was a sad loss when he drowned." Graham paused and then asked, "Do you know my daughter, Kathleen McPherson?"

The question took David by surprise. "Yes sir, she's in my form but I don't see much of her. Normally I would have similar classes to her but I did all the exam work they're doing two years ago and now I spend most of my school time with the upper sixth or doing the OU work."

"You don't know her socially?"

"Sir, I don't know where this is leading. I hardly know your daughter. I'm not into girls. My size makes that awkward and girls shy away from me, and me from them for that matter. She’s in a completely different social class to me and we've hardly spoken since junior school." David looked worried. Was he being accused of having a relationship with Kathy? If so, what was the 'position' they wanted to offer him?"

*****

Kathy lay on her bed, still pissed off with her father. It had been two weeks since his ultimatum and not once had she been allowed out on her own. Each night a car collected her from school and brought her home where an elderly ex policewoman, supervised her and, under strict orders from her father, ensured she behaved. Of course Kathy kicked against the regime whenever she could and stubbornly refused to do any schoolwork, and indeed, for the final two exams, didn't even put a name on her paper. Twice she'd managed to escape but each time, the security firm Graham McPherson employed to watch her, brought her home. Each time she'd been locked in a small, almost bare guestroom without TV, radio or her music centre. Only her school books. Now, with exams officially over, she should have been free for the summer but her father still refused to release her. She cajoled, she pleaded, she swore, all to no avail. Having no money of her own, didn't help either. For the first two days, she threw the £2 back at her father and went without lunch except what she scrounged from her friends but after two weeks, these friends drifted away and her bad moods and temper, brought on by her frustration, didn't encourage them to stay.

"We have a guest for dinner tonight Kathleen. Dress nicely but casually, its not a formal affair," her father informed her.

"Sod off! Look after your own fucking guests!"

"Do it or I will send the two J's to bring you down, however you are dressed."

The two J's were Jake and John, the men who watched over her. She knew they would do whatever they were told and her efforts to seduce them had so far been unsuccessful. In protest she wore her jeans with the knees worn through, a check shirt knotted around her waist and her hair held in a ponytail with elastic bands. "I'm not going to bother with make-up either, then he can see just how badly I'm treated," she told her reflection in the mirror. "Sod him. Perhaps we'll have some wine tonight and I can sneak an extra glass or two."

A knock at the bedroom door and the voice of the maid announced, "Dinner in ten minutes Miss."

"Maybe there'll be drinks before hand, I'd better go down and see." She made her way downstairs and bounced in an unladylike way into the dining room. She stopped in mid-step. "Streaky! What are you doing here? Daddy, you surely didn't expect me to dress for this long length of piss? I don't believe it."

"No Kathleen, I didn't expect you to dress for any guest of mine and by the look of you, I was right. Now Miss, I advise you to watch your words because David here is going to be in full charge of you for the next few weeks. He's your summer school tutor."

"You've got to be fucking joking!"

"Sorry, I am perfectly serious and I have given David clear instructions to use whatever methods he deems appropriate to see that you get enough work done to pass your exams when they come up again in November. I've also given him permission to punish you in the good old fashioned way if you do not do as you are told."

"So I'm going to be imprisoned in my room for the whole summer while Mr. Bighead Brainbox tries to teach me things I don't want to know and have no intention of learning. No way!"

"I'm sorry to hear that Miss," David butted in, "But no, you won't be imprisoned here. I have studying to do as well and I can only do that on the water so you will be living with me on my old trawler moored on the River Sturt. We get to it from Brightwell Quay and it's about a mile from there out towards the sea. It's got most of the usual conveniences although some may seem a little primitive by the standards here."

"I'm not going! I'm not living with you on a bloody pokey little boat."

"You aren't being given a choice dear," her father pointed out. "You see, while the two J's had you under surveillance, they also found evidence of your using drugs and noted who the dealers were and we've photographic evidence of that as well as the sexual things you did. You wouldn't be very popular with your erstwhile friends if that evidence should fall into the hands of the police. In fact, their bosses could get very nasty towards you."

"You're blackmailing me?"

"Yes, if that's the way you see it. Now shall we eat? I know David wants to get away quickly so he can get to the boat before dark."

"You bastard! As a father you're crap!" She turned to leave but Jake stood in the doorway. "Fuck you!" she snarled at him and returned to the table. The meal was taken in an uneasy silence. Kathy managed to get three glasses of wine before hr father removed the bottle from her reach. David didn't touch it because he had to drive. He'd only had his license a few months and had no wish to lose it.

Chapter 3. Prison ship

Shivering in the cool late evening air, Kathy clung to the safety ropes on the rubber dinghy as it bounced and bucked through the slightly choppy water. David steered it deftly and speedily through the moored boats causing them to rock shortly after they passed. "You'd best put on a jacket or warm sweater," David advised before they left but she'd disregarded his advice.

"Sod and bugger the fucking boy, why does he have to be right. Hope it's not far to the boat thing he lives on. God, how did I get myself into this mess? How am I going to get myself out of it? Not much hope of escape unless I learn to drive this thing or we go ashore and I'm not being spied on." On the journey to the quay she sat alongside him in the car, never once speaking but her thoughts concentrated on why she was in the mess and how she could get out of it. The half-hour drive with the two J's following, gave her little chance of escape and they helped her into the boat and loaded her suitcases and even waved as the boat sped away. Knowing her father, they would be watching somewhere.

When they rounded a bend in the river, with the wind now more to one side, spray flew over the boat and began to soak Kathy. Ignoring her complaints and orders to turn back, David slowed the outboard a little, removed his jacket and, without a word, wrapped it around her. Kathy tried not to acknowledge his kindness but found herself giving him a slight nod, hardy noticeable with her shivering. It was all the thanks he was likely to get. With the light fading fast they arrived at the trawler and David quietly brought the dinghy alongside. All Kathy really noticed was the numbers painted on the bow BL143 and the fact that it didn't look all that big. "Sit still for a moment," David ordered. Kathy immediately tried to stand, the boat wobbled and she fell back again. "For once in your life, do as you're told. I've no wish to search for you in the water in this blackness or call out the lifeboat." His voice, though still quiet, full of menace, and for once Kathy complied. Her falling prevented David tying the dinghy to the trawler and it drifted astern in the strong current and he had to restart the outboard and motor back. This time he successfully moored the dinghy and transferred Kathy and her stuff to the deck and escorted her below.

"It stinks of bloody fish! You don't expect me to live in this smell do you Streaky?" Kathy complained as soon as she entered the saloon, but David took no notice. The fish smell was not strong and he’d become used to it.

Half an hour later they sat silently opposite each other in the saloon drinking mugs of chocolate. Kathy wanted something stronger but David didn’t keep any booze on the boat, so she glared at him to try and show her fury at her treatment; David just looked at her and wondered if he would really get to fuck her. He'd given her a quick tour of the boat but still she refused to speak to him except simple yes or no answers to straightforward questions. She had to smile at the way he automatically ducked at every door and the main beams that ran across the boat at intervals. It seemed so incongruous that someone as tall as David should wish to live on a pokey little boat with limited headroom.

She'd seen the small cabin with the extra long but none too wide bunk bed. The mattress looked hard and she wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. So far he’d not make any sexual move. "I wonder what he will try and do to me tonight? Will he try some of the old-fashioned discipline daddy mentioned? Will he tie me down? Make me recite my times tables? Give me a lecture on Einstein's theory? Will he fuck me? Will he make me walk the plank? I could use a beer or two and there’s on board this tub." Suddenly it all seemed too much for Kathy. Tears sprang to her eyes. "What are you really going to do with me you lanky fucker? How much did Daddy pay you to take me off his hands? This tutoring stuff is all a scam isn't it? Are you going to beat me? Throw me overboard out at sea?" Kathy spat the words at him.

"Kathleen," David spoke in his usual quiet way, "Firstly, your father did offer me a lot of money to tutor you. He also showed me the pictures of you at the parties and said I would be able to have sex with you without any problems. I refused the money and refused the job but he can be very persuasive and upped the stakes a few times. I said that if I took money it would be like paying for sex and you'd be a prostitute and he would be a pimp. As you might guess he didn't like that remark, but he went on to say that I would be in full charge of you and your education. As he's already told you, I could use any of the old fashioned methods of correction I wished and there would be no come back from him. When I asked what exactly he meant by the term, he said I could spank you or use a cane or whatever else I thought necessary. Still I refused but I thought it over. I've never considered tutoring as a career and I still don't fancy it, but I've helped a few students with their work in the past but they always asked for my help."

"So why am I here with you now on this prison ship?"

"Look at me Kathleen." David stood up under the skylight where there was more headroom. "Where am I going to find a girl that's somewhere near suitable in size? One that has a mind that can think? Or is at least a little intellectual? One that would go out with me voluntarily?" David sat down again and waited but Kathy never answered. "Kathleen, I've never had a girl except in my imagination. Your father offered me you and while you don't fulfil any of the criteria I thought important, at least you are a girl, and a very attractive one at that."

Kathy, a little flattered that he thought he attractive even though he'd never seen her properly made up, exclaimed vehemently, "You just wanted me as a sex toy. A girl to fuck! A fucktoy!"

"That's all you were to those boys in the rugby team. Did any of them love you or have anything except animal feelings for you? But no, there is more to it than that. I asked the teachers about you at school and their comments were pretty dismal. Yet I can remember you as being quite a bright little girl in junior school. I decided it would be a challenge to see if I could help to get you through the re-take exams in November. Yes, I do want to fuck you and I guess you'll have to be my tutor in that subject but I also want to help you with your schoolwork."

"I don't intend to teach you anything fucking thing, nor learn anything either. It will be a huge bloody challenge for you and one you'll fucking fail."

"Then your arse will often be sore."

Kathy looked up in shock, "You wouldn't…not really…" Before she could complete the sentence, David's long arms wrapped themselves around her body and she found herself over his lap. Her kicking, swearing and struggles were ineffective; David was far stronger than he looked and his long arms and legs held her like ropes.

Ignoring her verbal abuse, David minimised her kicking by trapping her legs between his and Kathy knew she was helpless and when he lowered her jeans and knickers, realised he actually intended to hit her. Without pausing he laid heavy spanks on her unprotected arse. After about twenty, her cheeks were well reddened and she was crying pitifully, more from the shock than actual pain, he let her get up. "Bastard!" she sobbed, "Bloody sadistic bastard!" but he let that go and told her to get undressed and ready for bed. Kathy's mind said to refuse but her bottom thought otherwise and she rightly guessed he might give her another dose if she disobeyed him. David watched from the doorway as she undressed in the dim light and for the first time in his life, saw a girl naked and close to him. Quickly pulling the bedclothes over her, she faced the bulkhead furious at what he forced her to do, but also curious to know if his prick was in proportion to the rest of his body.

For a while David contentedly held her spoon-like against his body and rubbed his hands gently over her breasts and combed his fingers through her pubic hair. Slowly her sobbing eased but her mind still seethed with anger, not so much at the pain, more because of the humiliation of having been chastised like a child by a boy only a few months older than her and for being sentenced by her bastard of a father to this prison where served as a fucktoy to the boy. “Why should I be taken from my home and put on this smelly piece of crap? Why should he be allowed to thrash me and fuck me if I don’t want to? How the hell do I get away? Kick him in the balls and tie him up? Why the hell is he just playing with me? Gradually his massaging changed her thoughts. "When is he going to fuck me? I can feel his prick hard against my bum. Feels quite large. Why is he making me so wet and doing nothing about it? Is he really a virgin? I'll just let him do it if he wants but I won't give him any help." After a while David turned her over and cuddled her to his chest, his hard prick now tight against her stomach. "I'm not teaching you any fucking thing," she repeated her earlier words but with less venom, "Not after what you did to me." However, it felt strangely nice to be held with her head against his chest.

"Kathleen…"

"Kathy! If I'm to be your whore, at least you can call me by a name I like. Kathleen is for when I'm in trouble."

"Okay Kathy, I can easily agree to that. I just wanted to say, sorry. We seem to have got off to a bad start. Perhaps we can try and do better in the morning. Goodnight, I hope the noises don't keep you awake for too long. I know they are strange at first." He continued to clasp her to his chest and they lay awake for a long while, each wondering in different ways, how things would pan out.

"Damn the bloody boy. Damn you Streaky. Why didn't you just fuck me? You work me up with all your fondling and then do nothing. Bastard!" At first she fumed at him, her father, the two J’s, her teachers, in fact anyone who’d a little authority over her, but slowly she derived a little comfort from his closeness. A closeness she tried to ignore.

Chapter 4. A day at sea

Kathy woke. Weak, early morning daylight illuminated the cabin. David lay alongside her. “Sometime in the night we must have separated. Guess it’s very early, sun's not up. Wonder if it will make him mad if I disturb him to piss? Bloody water always running makes me want to go. Seems a bit chilly. Must go and try to work that stupid toilet." Her movements woke David. "Just going for a piss. Or do I need your permission for that?"

"No of course not. Remember to turn the seacock on first and turn if off when you've pumped out your stuff."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember." She intended to spend a little time away from him but the chill air soon raised goosebumps on her skin causing her to shiver as she climbed over him and back under the blanket. David cuddled her again and she could feel his early morning hardness against her stomach. "It feels big. I wonder if he'll put it in me now? It's been a while since the last party. I'll protest but I really would like a good fuck now. Will he be a good fuck? How can I arrange it without appearing willing? Pretend it is rape?" She kept her body pressed closely to his even though he didn't hold her tightly.

David lay silent for a long while, wondering if he should make the first move. "I know she expects to be my fucktoy as she put it, but should I force her? I really don't want to, but my prick's so hard and the way she's pressing against me, perhaps I should make the first move. I'd rather she wanted it but I've read that many girls like to play hard to get. Well it was one of the reasons I agreed to take her on. I'll start playing with her and see if she responds. Probably she'll swear at me, but what's new?" Pushing Kathy on to her back he pushed her thighs apart and massaged her slit.

"Don't think I am going to teach you anything," Kathy snapped, "I know I can't stop you fucking me but I'll just lie still and let you do it. I shan't enjoy it."

"Of course not Kathy. I did access some sites on the net when I knew this was to happen and found out what I should do but we'll have to see how that works out in practice." David's photographic memory recalled every detail of one particular site that went through the foreplay in great detail. Before long, Kathy unwillingly writhed under his fingers and he could feel her wetness. "Time now for you to take my virginity," he said as he pushed her legs further apart and inserted his prick. It took a couple of attempts the find the right entry point but then he pushed it in almost to its full length.

"Aaagh! Remember you thrashed me last night and my arse is sore." Actually it was only a little tender but his prick was longer, if not thicker than any she'd had previously. It felt nice but she wasn't about to admit it.

"I only spanked you. I didn't use a belt or a cane or whip you, like I could have done, so don't be such a fusspot Kathy."

David started humping, enjoying the sensations he'd never experienced; Kathy tried to keep still but it was a unusual experience for her too. Not only did his prick reach places no other had reached, her mouth, instead of being close to her partner's was almost level with his nipples. "Maybe I should nip them with my teeth. Perhaps not. Don't need another spanking. His prick feels nice but I can't let him know that." Despite not wanting to, her body responded and soon she gently thrust back at him. "Sod him. Why is he so good at everything?" After he'd climaxed inside her, he pulled her higher in the bed and cuddled and then kissed her. However, she managed to resist the temptation to kiss him back.

"Time to get up, I want to be under way at seven. You wash first and I'll start breakfast. Don't waste the water; it won't be very warm because I haven't run the generator this morning. You'll need to wear warm clothes to start with today." He bundled Kathy out of bed and into the small washroom as the brass clock in the saloon chimed six. Kathy wanted to know what he meant by 'being under way', but decided not to bother asking.

"What lessons are you going to try and teach me today Professor Streaky?" Kathy asked truculently as they ate breakfast in the wheelhouse in the early morning sunshine. "I want to know what I'm not going to learn. Have you drawn up a timetable of lessons for me not to follow?"

"Today is an induction day. No lessons, just familiarisation with the environment."

"Familiarise me with your prick more like!" David noticed a slight smile on her face.

"That too," he grinned, "First today, we go to Brightwell Quay and fill up with fuel and water and then we head out to sea for a bit of my research. Before that I have to put this anklet tag on you." David showed her what looked like a plastic band with a bulge at one point. Half expecting a comment or a refusal, David grabbed her foot, pushed her jeans up a little way and wrapped the band tightly around her ankle then, dipping his hands in water, he held them around the plastic. A chemical reaction caused it to shrink slightly and harden.

Too late, Kathy cried out, "What the hell are you doing? Take it off. Now!" She started kicking at him but he just laughed.

"Calm down Kathy. It is nothing that is going to hurt you and I cannot now take it off. Maybe you've heard of the tagging system they use when they release some prisoners. This is a more refined version. It sends a signal to a satellite and that signal can be tracked on computer or mobile phone. If you try and run away, we can easily find you. It needs a special diamond saw to cut it off."

"You sodding bastard! They had more chance of escaping from Colditz than from this 'Beryl May' boat or you." Tears sprang to her eyes again.

David went towards her intent on giving her a cuddle but she sprang to her feet and almost made it to the deck before his arms encircled her and held her close. She tried to hit him but being held the punches were ineffective and eventually she gave up. "Kathy, the band doesn't hurt and you'll hardly notice it is there, in fact I'm sure you'll forget about it before the end of the day. Now there is one other item you must wear whenever you go on deck and that is a lifejacket." He pulled one from a locker. "This really is for your safety. I daresay you can swim but the water at sea is cold and without it you could succumb before we could find you. It's not very bulky but it inflates in the water and it sends out a signal that we can pick up on the radio. It really is foolhardy not to wear one at sea and had he been wearing one, my father might still be alive. Failure to wear one will be a definite caning offence. You might get away with refusing to do lessons but you will not refuse to wear a lifejacket. Understood?"

"Okay Captain Streaky." She stood and saluted and then put her fingers to her nose.

They cleared the breakfast things away, and with both of them wearing the bright red lifejackets he showed her how to cast off from the buoy. “At least she seems interested in working the boat,” David mused. By 8:30 they had refuelled and were heading back down river with the early morning sun shining brightly on the calm water, glinting the waves in jewelled splendour; an ideal day for a boat trip. When they'd cleared the moored boats, David opened the twin throttles to the two diesel engines and the 'Beryl May' surged forward. "See that green buoy, keep the boat headed to the right of it and let me know if any other boats appear. I'll make us some coffee." Somewhat bewildered Kathy clutched the wheel half-afraid to do anything with it. He'd left her in charge and she'd never been on a boat before last night. Tentatively she moved the spokes first one way and then the other and saw how the boat responded. Gradually she relaxed and with it came the feeling of power and the knowledge that she could control the large vessel churning its way through the water just by turning the wheel a little.

"You okay with it?" David asked when he brought the mugs to the wheelhouse. Kathy nodded. "What about that tiny sailing boat?"

"We have to keep clear of it. Steer just astern of it and when we get close slow down so our wash doesn't swamp them." Soon they were out of the river and on the open sea and the 'Beryl May' pushed her way through the slight swell with hardly any rocking. "You might think that with all this water, we could go anywhere but there are sandbanks and shoals all over the place so we need to keep to the channels. There are a few buoys but with the sun bringing the mist up from the water, we'll need to watch the compass course and keep and eye on the radar and the echo sounder. We're heading to a narrow trench between the Cod and the Purfleet sands that's about twenty miles out to sea but we can't go in a straight line so it will take about two and a half hours." He showed her the instruments and the place where they were heading on the chart although that was meaningless to her, and then just kept more or less out of her way. Kathy wouldn't admit it but she'd begun to enjoy the day.

Two hours later, David went below and brought up a small wreath. Kathy looked puzzled when she saw it and then when he throttled the engines back to a very slow speed, she guessed. David looked downcast and bowed his head for a minute or so and then tossed the wreath on to the water. When he returned to the wheelhouse, Kathy murmured, "Your father?"

David nodded, "Two years ago yesterday. A line flipped him overboard and the sea was rough. Mother saw it but by the time she'd got the dredge up and the boat turned round, there was no sign of him. His body washed up two weeks later, ten miles down the coast. It was an awful sight." Almost instinctively Kathy put her arm around his waist then, a few minutes later, when she realised what she had done, sharply removed it.

"We're at our destination now. I'm going to put out the small beam trawl and a little dredge and trawl them very slowly over the sand and while we are trawling there’s not much to do, so we can have some lunch. The dredge will only be down for a short while but the trawl will be down much longer," David informed her. Kathy kept in the wheelhouse out of the way, when, in a flurry of activity, David swung the derricks out and lowered the nets into the water. Finally it calmed down and to Kathy they seemed not to be moving at all but David pointed to the water flowing slowly passed them. "Do you think you can get the stove to work and the kettle on? I'll cut some bread and we can have something to eat."

Kathy felt ravenous. "It must be the sea air," she smiled to herself and David caught the look.

They sat eating in the wheelhouse. "What if a sailing boat comes?" Kathy asked, "We can't get out of its way."

Surprised at her even thinking of it, David answered, "That’s why I pulled that old basket up the mast. It tells everyone were fishing and to keep clear of us. Not much comes through this channel anyway, which is why we're researching the life under it. I'm going to haul the dredge now. Stay in here please, I don't want you caught up in the warps." Kathy watched as the steel basket came to the surface and the contents, which seemed mostly shells to her, David emptied into a large white plastic tray filled with seawater and covered to keep the sun off. "We'll leave that for a while to settle and then we can look at what creatures are in there. Time for a half-hour siesta - or a half-hour with my fucktoy."

Kathy, of course, put up a token resistance but in the end gave in to his mock threat of tying her to the mast and whipping her with a thick rope. She knew it was a joke from the way he said it. David removed her lower clothes and she did the same for him and for the first time she saw his prick close to. It wasn't fully hard so, without thinking, she put her lips around it a massaged the shaft. "No wonder I could feel it ramming my cervix or whatever is at the bottom of my vagina," she thought as she studied its length. "It's no fatter than normal, but it's certainly longer than any other I've seen. How's he going to fuck me in here or does he just want me to suck him off?"

Her thoughts were answered when he cleared the chart table and sat her on the edge with her cunt now at just the right height for him to enter. "Hey, I thought I was supposed to be tutoring you in this subject but I've never been fucked in this position before."

"I hope it won't be the last time though," David grinned.

She climaxed well before he did and almost reached a second orgasm when he withdrew. "Put it back, I'm almost there," she cried out but it had quickly softened. Seeing her predicament, David knelt and tongued her slit and sucked her clit until she came again. "Thanks," she muttered as she slid off the table and found her knickers.

David dressed and hauled the net a few minutes later. This time they'd caught a small skate, some prawns and a load of crabs that frightened Kathy a little when they stood up on their legs facing her with claws outstretched. David casually picked up each one and turned it over. "I'm looking for those that are parasitized," he told her. While I sort this lot, can you take her back to where we started trawling and we'll have a haul along the other side of the channel. Watch the echo sounder and shout if it gets down to about two metres. You can see the channel now that the sand banks are uncovered."

"Is your mother still alive?" Kathy asked when they again towed the net and made very slow progress along the edge of the sand.

"Yes. You'll probably meet her. She has a cottage a couple of miles from Brightwell and I stay there when it's too rough to get on the boat or I just want a night ashore and a proper cooked meal. She won't come on the boat though. Brings back too many memories."

"And how will you introduce me to her? Mother, this is my new fucktoy?"

"Perhaps by then you'll actually be a student!"

“In your dreams!”

It was late evening before they arrived back at the mooring. Kathy controlled the boat most of the way and because of the low water level, for part of the time, the course was tortuous and the speed had to be reduced until they came to the main shipping channel. He even allowed her to coast the boat up to the mooring buoy, directing her with hand signals. They picked up the mooring first time. "Well done," he praised her when he cut the engines and they made their way below. "There should be enough hot water for a shower if we share. The engines have been running all day so the batteries will be fully charged."

Kathy didn't even balk at sharing the shower. She knew that day had been a day to remember and that something had changed between them. However when she dried her legs and saw her plastic anklet, she recalled her status and remembered her status as a prisoner, but the day had been too exhausting and tiring to worry about it.

Chapter 5. Escape

“What am I really doing here?" Kathy asked herself as she lay awake. David lay asleep alongside her. She'd been on the boat for five days and found it increasingly irksome to be confined to the same small space, although he'd promised they would go ashore in the morning and spend a day or two with his mother. "What am I really doing here? Why did daddy give me to him? I'm certainly not being tutored in my schoolwork stuff. He made me get my books out this morning but didn't bother overmuch when I left them and went to watch those creatures he brings up from the sand. Weird things. Quite amusing really. Why hasn't daddy phoned? Doesn't he care? I suppose it's not too bad here, but it's not like I'm free to come and go as I please. I suppose I've changed a bit too. The fucking's nice and he seems to care for me and tries to make sure I come before he does. Odd sensation to be fucked by a boy who looks over your head when he does it. He's weird though. The way he just reels off the names of those things; the way he reads a book and knows it all. He must have a bigger brain inside that big head of his. Don't know whether I want to spend the whole summer on this boat. He knows I like it when we're 'under way', for fuck's sake I'm even using his terms. I like the feeling of being in control especially yesterday when the wind was quite strong and that squall came and the waves kept shooting all over us. That was fun. But he controls me too. I have to obey his rules, like wearing the lifejacket and the way we have to give way to some craft and not others. He doesn't really demand sex now and I guess I want it as much as he does but I would like to get away for a bit. Not much chance from here though. Wonder if this tag thing on my ankle is real or a pretend thing. Probably real, he's into all that sort of technology. Perhaps I'll get a chance to slip away when we stay at his mother's. Wonder what she'll be like? A genius like him… An old bitch?…" Eventually she drifted into a disturbed sleep.

Grace Miles, David's mother may not have been a genius but she was sharp and perceptive. A tall woman too. At 5' 11" she looked down on most women and many men but she gave Kathy a warm hug and welcomed her in when David introduced her. "Hi, mum, this is my new girlfriend. She's staying on the boat with me for the summer. Kathy this is Grace, Grace – Kathy."

"Call me Gracie, everyone does," the older woman smiled. "I can see you've been in the fresh air. Your cheeks have that nice rosy look to them."

Kathy smiled to herself and wondered if David had told his mother about her other cheeks being made rosy but she just greeted the woman formally.

"I didn't know he had a girlfriend until he phoned this morning and it came as a bit of a shock but I hope you get on well together. Make yourself at home. Dinner's in the oven and will be ready in half an hour. I know David, he times it so he spends all day on that boat and gets here just before the meal is ready. We'll have to gossip afterwards." As it worked out, Janice, one of Gracie's friends called round that evening so they didn't get much chance to gossip and David took her to the local pub. She had a couple glasses of wine while he stuck with orange juice even though they'd walked to the pub.

For the second night running Kathy couldn't sleep. Gracie insisted she had her own room. "What you do together on the boat is your business, but in my house you'll sleep in separate rooms, and maybe you'll even enjoy having a bit of space to yourself after the cramped conditions on the Beryl May," she'd told her firmly. Thinking that perhaps it would be nice to have a bed to herself again, Kathy didn't protest. She'd slept for a while and now with dawn just breaking her thoughts again questioned why she was with David and, more prominently in her mind, could she escape? Did she want too? "Perhaps it would be a good idea to test this ankle thing. If I walk out and hide somewhere locally, when they find me I can say I went for a walk. I won't get far anyway. I've no money and I'd have to walk the two miles to Brightwell to get to the main road and get a lift. Then where would I go? I daren't go home, Daddy would send me back or the two J's would bring me." She dressed quickly and carried her shoes and a small bag and quietly went down the stairs.

"Trying to escape?" Gracie's quiet voice startled her. The woman emerged from the kitchen carrying a mug of coffee. Kathy broke down and sobbed. "Come into my office and I'll get you a coffee and you can tell me all about it. I had a feeling something was wrong yesterday but with Janice spending the evening here, I didn't get a chance to talk to you." Eventually she wormed the whole story out of her. At the end of it, Gracie commented, "Kathy I think what your father has done to you is appalling even if he had the soundest of reasons. I suspect you only told me part of what you got up to before he sent you away so perhaps he had more reasons than I know about. However, whatever you had done, there was no reason for him to give you to David for sex in the guise of tutoring you. I'm pretty sure though, that David likes you but I'm not so sure yet if it is for the right reasons. I wasn't able to talk with him much yesterday either. Let's actually go for that walk you were planning and perhaps we can come up with a plan like I would for one of my novels." Kathy had already noticed a couple of paperbacks on the desk with Gracie Miles on the covers.

Kathy sat on the veranda of the block of holiday homes that overlooked the sea at Long Stanton. It was hers until the weekend. Five days to herself if Gracie's idea to disable the anklet actually worked, if not the two J's or David would be here soon. The plan seemed to have gone well. Grace gave her an old video and suggested she bind the magnetic tape over the top of the anklet in the hope that it would nullify the signal. She then drove her to Brightwell station and bought her a return ticket to Long Stanton, gave her £100 to spend and passed her the key to Janice's holiday home. Janice wouldn't need it until the weekend.

"They'll definitely have missed me by now. The train journey with the change of trains took two hours and it was an hour ago I arrived. Wonder what they're up to."

"You seen Kathy mum?" David asked when he came down for breakfast a bit later than usual.

"No," his mother lied, "Perhaps she went for a stroll while I was getting a paper."

David logged on to his laptop. "There's no signal! She can't have taken it off! It's either that or she's underground somewhere."

"Taken what off dear," Gracie asked innocently.

"The tag…" David started.

"You used one of your high tech devices to keep your girlfriend. David I can't believe you did that. How could you? I supposed you drugged her or something and got her on the boat and then she was your prisoner."

"Not quite mother. I have to find her. She's got no money and no transport. I've got to find her. She could get into serious trouble again." He ran to his car and drove to Brightwell expecting she might have tried to walk there. Not seeing her on the road, he went to the quay in case she had tried to get to the Beryl May but the rubber dinghy was still where he'd left it and the store with the outboard was locked. He phoned his mother to see if she'd returned and when she hadn't he'd an unwelcome feeling that she had escaped. He couldn't figure out how but there was no other alternative. "I guess if I was in her place I would have walked to Brightwell and then hitched a lift on the main road. Dangerous for a young female but I guess she wouldn't mind opening her legs for a few truckers. Is she that desperate to get away from me? I thought we were beginning to get on. Damn mother for making us sleep in separate rooms. I'll have to phone her father now. He won't be pleased. Maybe the two J's can pick up a signal from where they are."

Throughout the day he drove around the local roads in the hope she'd been out walking and got lost but that didn't explain why he didn't get a signal. "She can't have taken the anklet off not without help from someone who has specialist equipment," he reasoned, "Perhaps she managed to hit it and break something in it. Not likely as it is all solid stated circuitry and she would break her ankle before she broke it."

Graham McPherson was not pleased, not pleased at all. Neither he nor the security men had been informed of her shore visit and believed she was imprisoned on the boat. The two J's couldn't get a signal either so she could be anywhere in the country or even at a police station complaining of her father's treatment. Still if she had done that, he'd probably had a visit from them by now.

Towards the end of the afternoon, David returned from another abortive search of the local area frantic with worry, so much so, that his mother almost told him the truth but she decided to let him stew for a while longer and to give Kathy the time she promised to try and sort things out in her mind. She knew her son was at least a little guilty of holding the girl against her will, but it seemed that in the end she hadn't resented it over much and even enjoyed her trips out on the boat. The real culprit was her father. Did he do it for the best motives or did he just want the girl off his hands for a while? Wouldn’t imprisoning a girl and forcing education down her throat, only lead to resentment and hatred? The responsibility for that lay with her father, he arranged it all, he paid the security people and tried to pay her son. Picking up the phone she dialled McPhersons Associates, "Mr. McPherson's secretary please." When the girl answered, Grace said, "This is Mrs. Miles, David Miles' mother. Please tell Mr. McPherson to stay in his office until I get there in about half an hour. I wish to talk with him about his daughter." She hung up before the girl could reply.

Thirty-five minutes later she walked into his office and locked the door behind her. "Is the intercom turned off?" she asked, "Your secretary doesn't need to hear what I am about to say." He nodded. "Good. Kathy is safe but out of harms way for the moment. I had a long and frank talk with her yesterday and managed to worm out of her, all that had happened in the past few weeks. She told me about her sexual excesses and her refusal to do her schoolwork so that is no secret from me. She admitted she did it partly to annoy you and partly to gain some attention, attention she never had at home. Graham, instead of giving her that attention yourself, you decided to pay my son to take her, not for money, although you tried that, but for sex. You made her his prisoner and told him to use her as he wished and to punish her in any way he wanted. In return he had to educate her in order to pass some exams later in the year. The motive behind the idea might seem to be reasonable but the methods you employed are despicable."

"You don't understand Mrs. Miles…"

"It's Gracie. I'm not standing on ceremony with you. I'll use your first name and you can use mine."

"I'm calling security..."

"Not if you wish this kept out of the papers. Can't you see the splash headlines, 'Stockbroker boss sells his daughter for slavery'. You know how they exaggerate things. Now stop interrupting and listen. Fortunately my son seems to have restrained himself over the punishment side of things. Your daughter has only had one spanking and she seems to have found some enjoyment on the boat and has probably learned more than she has at school in the last few months although little of it will help pass those exams you deem to be so precious. As I see it, you wanted her punished in the old fashioned way for something I see the root cause of, as being your fault. Had you given her a little more of your time in the past, this situation might never have come about."

"I had to make enough money to keep…"

"I told you not to interrupt!" Gracie snapped. "I can guess at your feeble excuses. If you wish to see your daughter again and perhaps get to know her as a real father. You will do exactly as I say. You wanted Kathy to be punished 'in the old fashioned way' now you are to be punished in that way while she listens to it happening. She is safely out of the way for the moment."

"You want to spank me? You're joking."

"No, I'm very serious. The punishment would be worse than a spanking. I would take your belt to your bare bottom."

"You must be joking!"

"I told you, I'm not. The choice is up to you. You can stay here and do nothing and not see your daughter again. She hates what you did to her so even if you do take a belting, she may not decide to speak to you again. In a few months when she is eighteen, I understand she gets some sort of legacy so won't be beholding to you for money and I am prepared to support her until then. The second choice is to throw me out and then it all goes to the press. I would be reluctant to take that step because of my son's involvement but he need's to be taught a lesson too. Thirdly, and again the choice is yours, you will pack up here and come back to my house and when I can get Kathy on the phone, I will tie you down to the bed and lay into your bum with your own belt. You choose. I'll wait five minutes in the outer office while you make up your mind, Graham."

He tried to argue but Gracie unlocked the door and from the open doorway reiterated her ultimatum, "Five minutes and I'll be back. If you lock the door, I will take it that the second choice applies." The secretary looked up in askance when she heard the words. "I'm to go back in, in five minutes unless he asks for me earlier. I shouldn't bother him for the moment Tracy, because he has a big decision to make."

Tracy buzzed him anyway and was angrily told to stop all calls and to leave him alone. Four minutes later, Graham came out of his office. "Let's go Gracie. I'm not available to anyone and the mobile's turned off," he added to the surprised Tracy.

Kathy returned from the local pub where she'd had a meal and a couple of glasses of wine. She'd thought of trying to pick up one or two of the men at the bar but her mind was full of all that had happened during the previous week, and the decisions she now had to make concerning her future. “If I pick up any men, how will I explain the videotape around my ankle? I daren't remove it otherwise they will be on to me in no time. It obviously works otherwise they would be here already. I miss him though." Sitting on the bed, she felt very alone and half regretted not picking up the men even with the risk of them finding the tape but the other half of her wanted 'that long streak of piss'. He was the first person for a long while that tried to help her. He’d let her be herself, even if it was for shortish periods of time. She tried to order things in her mind. "I didn't like the spanks but he didn’t do it all that hard; I did like his cock; I hated being ordered around; I did like taking control of the boat; I didn't like being told to do schoolwork even though I didn’t do it; I did like being cuddled…" The phone rang. "Only Gracie and Janice know I'm here unless others have found out."

"Good evening," Kathy growled, trying to hide her voice.

"It's okay Kathy, it's Gracie. Now don't get worried when I tell you I have your father here. He has no idea where you are and I'm not about to tell him. Say hello to Kathy, Graham." surprising Kathy by her use her father’s first name.

"Hello Kathy," he groaned into the phone, "Sorry I can't talk properly, the bitch has me tied up."

"Not only is he tied up on my bed Kathy, he is naked and his bum is going to get nicely warm in a few moments." She went on to explain the offer she'd made to Graham and what was about to happen. "I've sent David to the pub and told him not to return until I call his mobile. He's been a total wreck all day. He's looked everywhere for you and is completely at a loss. I told him an hour ago that you were safe. I'm going to give him a similar treatment when he gets back, unless you wish to do it. Yes, I think perhaps it would be better if you did, that's if you decide to come back. You don't have to make up your mind now."

"I think perhaps I would like to have him helpless for a little while and give him a sore bum," Kathy laughed. "Are you really going to belt daddy?"

"Just you listen. I'm putting the phone on the bedside table."

"Swish SLAAPP!!" "Aaarhh! Christ woman not so bloody hard."

"Swish SLAAPP!!" "Aaarhh! Oh my God. No more!" Twelve strokes later and he was a sobbing, crying wreck. No longer was he the boss of a large corporation; Gracie had reduced him to a howling child.

"Hi Kathy. You hear that okay. I've belted him fourteen times now."

"Bloody hell, it sounded as if you were murdering him. Good job your cottage is detached."

"Do you think he's had enough Kathy? He's lying on the bed wetting my sheets with his tears. His bottom is blotched with most of the colours of a rainbow and it's a bit swollen. I'll give him a few more if you wish. Perhaps I'll get him to say a few words to you. Here Graham, talk to your daughter."

"Kathy, please tell her to stop. I'll get you released. I won't make you take the exams if you don't wish to. I'll try and be a better father to you. I'll…"

"Stop whining daddy. Ask Gracie to talk to me." Gracie took the phone. "Give him a couple more. Make sure he knows I ordered them. For once in my life I am in control of him. Look after him afterwards please. Tell David to sleep on the boat tonight and I'll phone him in the morning with my instructions."

Gracie smiled and the wording, 'with my instructions'. They implied that she was thinking of returning. She turned to Graham, "Kathy says to give you two more specially for her and then I'm to look after you."

Chapter 6. Reunited

David spent a restless night on the boat wondering whether or not Kathy would phone. For most of the night he sat in the wheelhouse looking out over the dark water to the village lights on shore, and trying to analyse the events. “Where is Kathy hiding? How had she got away even with mother’s help? Will she come back to me? On what terms?” All questions he couldn’t answer. “What is mother up to? She looked strangely excited when I spoke to her in the kitchen and I heard moans from behind her bedroom door but all she said was, "I've just punished Kathy's father for his part in this affair. Now I have to look after him for a bit. Kathy knows what I did to him but it doesn't concern you at the moment. She said she is going to make up her mind tonight on whether she wishes to return to your care and will phone you on the boat in the morning with her instructions for you. I guess she would want to punish you for what you did to her before agreeing to come back." Mother wouldn’t say more although I asked. What will Kathy’s instructions be? Will my punishment be a spanking from her?” Eventually he went to his cabin.

He tossed and turned in the bunk. Having slept alone in it many times, it now seemed so empty and she'd only been with him a few days, yet it seemed forever. Looking back over what he'd done to her, there was little he really regretted. "Yes, I sort of imprisoned her but we would never had met otherwise. I spanked her but it was only a spanking. I virtually raped her the first few times but she seemed to like it and didn’t make any real effort to stop me, certainly she enjoyed our fucking for the last few days. I know she enjoyed the boat trips. Perhaps it was a mistake to set her schoolwork. I didn't force her to do it and she didn't.

"Is that any easier Graham?" Gracie had bathed his arse with cool water and put some cold cream on. He'd had a couple of painkillers but she’d kept him tied to the bed.

"A little Grace. Still bloody painful."

"You don't swear is this house Graham."

"When are you going to untie me please?"

"When I think it is safe to do so. Maybe before I come to bed, maybe not. Would you like to phone your home to let them know you won't be back tonight?" He did with Gracie holding the phone for him.

"Gracie? Has this thrashing wiped my slate clean? Do you think I can start again with Kathy?"

"As far as I am concerned it has but I cannot speak for your daughter. She may have far more grudges against you than I have knowledge of. That will be between you and her but I would think it has at least partially wiped it clean. Much depends on how you keep the promises you made on the phone last night. As yet I don't even know if she will come back to you or us. I will do all I can to keep her safe but, as you know, she makes up her own mind." David's return cut short the conversation and it was nearly an hour later that she returned to the bedroom.

"Graham, You seem calm enough for me to untie you so I'm going to do that. Then I'll help you to the toilet and put you to bed for the night. My guess is that you'll have to call in sick in the morning." He assumed he would sleep in David's bed and was surprised when she brought him back to hers and then prepared herself for bed. As she climbed in beside him she whispered, "If you can use punishment to make a woman go to bed with a man, then I can do the same." Her hand slid down his body and clasped the prick she seen several times that evening and tried to ignore. "I know you're a bit sore so we'll just play a little for now.

"I'm more than a little sore after what you did! Still I won't mind playing a little. It's been a long time."

David anxiously watched the clock. 9 a.m. 10 a.m. 11 a.m. He wanted to phone his mother but didn't want the phone to be engaged if Kathy called. 11:15 it rang and it was in his hand almost before the end of the first ring. "Hi. Is that Captain Streaky?"

"Hi Kathy. Are you okay? You’re not hurt or anything? Where are you?"

"Hey, one question at a time. I'm fine. Where I am doesn't matter for the moment. The real question is whether or not I should come back to you. Do you want me to come back?"

"Oh yes Kathy, please come back. I know I've done some things I regret but I'll try and make it up to you."

"Do you regret taking me prisoner Streaky?"

"No," he answered vehemently, "If I hadn't done that, we would never have met."

"At least you're honest. I don't regret that either but I do think you ought to be punished like I was for going along with my father's plans. Punished in the way I think appropriate."

"If that's what it takes, then I'll go along with it. I want you back Kathy. Please where are you?"

"Let me unwind this videotape from around the anklet…"

"A magnetic shield. Of course. Brilliant idea Kathy…"

"It was your mother's. I couldn't have escaped without outside help."

"You're at mother's now. Can I come and pick you up?" David felt excited and elated now and didn't want to do anything to offend her and send her away again.

"Of course, provided you still agree to my getting my own back on your arse tomorrow."

"Why not today?"

"You'll find out tomorrow. Your mother says that it will be lunchtime soon so come and eat with us. Daddy may have to stand and maybe you'll have to too for tomorrow night's meal."

Entering the house, David immediately lifted her until her feet were well off the floor and kissed her hard and long until she cried out. "Put me down you long streak of piss!"

"I told your father earlier, we don't allow swearing in this house Kathy so please mind what you say," Gracie chided the girl.

"Sorry Mummy."

"And don't be cheeky either," Gracie laughed although she felt rather pleased that Kathy had called her that."

Later, on the boat and cuddling in the bunk after a gentle fuck, Kathy whispered, "Did you know your mother slept with my father last night?" David looked surprised. "Well they did. And you ought to see the state of dad's arse. Gracie hit him real hard. Sixteen times. I heard it on the phone but thought it didn't sound too hard and that Daddy was being a wimp and yelling his head off. This morning I insisted on seeing if she'd punished him properly and his arse is all purple and blue and red. Terrible sight. I wouldn't want to cross your mum even though she helped me to get out of your clutches."

"Well your in them again now," David laughed clasped her tight.

Kathy giggled and tried to free herself. "I'll get my own back on you tomorrow you beast."

"Have we enough fuel to get to that place where we trawled on the first day out?"

"Plenty. Is that where you want to go? There's more wind today."

The overcast sky dampened their mood and the wind rocked the boat as they slowly forged ahead of the tide towing the trawl. Smiling again, Kathy looked round, "There's no other boats close by. Take your trousers off Streaky but you'd better keep your lifejacket on, we don't want to breach safety regulations do we? Up on deck with you. Time for your punishment captain."

David had an inkling of what she intended to do and wondered just how far she would go. However far it was, he was going to have to take it if he was to keep her. He made his way to the mast. "I'm going to tie your hands with this halyard and pull them up the mast. Oddly David noticed she'd used the correct term for the rope, more than what she was doing. The cool breeze chilled his bum but he guessed she'd soon be warming it and wondered just how painful it would be. A rope left welts that would show for a long while. Her spanking marks lasted two days at the most. He'd have to go through with it though. In any case, with his hands tied and above his head, he had little option.

Kathy came up from the cockpit with a length of rope. "You ready for your flogging now Streaky?"

"Yes, ma'am." He didn't plead or make excuses. Kathy swung the rope. It caught him low down. The boat's rocking spoiled her aim and the rope left a painful red line across the top of both legs. She shortened the rope and didn't swing so hard for the remainder of his punishment.

"I'm giving you a dozen because that's a nice round number and I think you should be able to take that many and still be able to fuck me on the chart table afterwards." David knew she was being more lenient with him than his mother was to Graham but still his sore arse would make it painful to sit for a few days but he considered it a small price to pay for the girl her loved. For the next ten minutes, fishing was forgotten while he fucked her as she had asked. Her sitting on the chart table with her legs wrapped around his tender arse, while he plunged his prick into her warm cunt.

Finis