Birthday Gift Synopsis

ÒHey, sheÕs not the same Polly that you used to knock off years ago, is she? DidnÕt she marry your brother?Ó

ÒSure did, and now heÕs given her back to me.Ó

# Birthday Gift

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by obohobo

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

MF Rom Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2010

Wednesday 14th April 2010

ÒHappy 30th little brother. The big three-O deserves a present that is rather different to our usual gifts. I know that traditionally we exchange presents that are pretty useless, presents that make us smile, sometimes they even bring forth a burst of laughter, but within a day or two, are discarded. Occasionally a gift is so stupidly humorous, we keep it for a few months to show our friends but even then, it is thrown away long before the next birthday. I wonder how long you will keep my present this time and if you will laugh, smile or groan?Ó he paused for a long while. I stood slightly behind him and nervously waited and watched for his brotherÕs reaction, not at all sure I liked the idea but IÕd agreed to it. ÒRory, this is my gift to you this year.Ó Taking my hand he led me to his brother, ÒRory, my wife Polly.Ó Abruptly he turned, walked to the car and drove off, leaving me on the quayside and my two suitcases sitting on the tarmac in the car park.

Neither of us anticipated LeonardÕs swift departure and for a short time, Rory stood dumbfounded and I felt tears forming in my eyes in case he rejected me. I neednÕt have worried. He quickly got over the shock and his arms clasped me in a hug and his lips found mine. ÒThis is a more welcome present than his usual ones,Ó he laughed, ÒLet me put your cases in the launch and then weÕll go into the cafŽ out of the wind, and have a mug of tea and you can explain what brought this about.Ó

Effortlessly he carried my belongings down the stone steps and deposited them in the little motor boat that would take me to the old barge moored half a mile or so down river, the boat that has been his home for many years.

ÒTwo teas please, Betty, and meet Polly. SheÕs likely to be in here with me for a while.Ó

ÒYeah, like a week, or maybe two if sheÕs like all the others.Ó Betty had a huge grin on her face. ÒHey, sheÕs not the same Polly that you used to knock off years ago, is she? DidnÕt she marry your brother?Ó

ÒSure did, and now heÕs given her back to me.Ó

My blushes would have lit up a dark room but fortunately a crowd of workmen came in wanting meals and Betty left us in peace. The noise level in the small room rose so we couldnÕt hold a conversation and I drank my tea and thought back to my teenage years whilst Rory kept his hand on my knee.

IÕd had other boyfriends before meeting Rory but he became my first serious boyfriend, serious for me but not for him. While I kept to him exclusively, he dated other girls. It came to a head one weekend when IÕd arranged to meet him at his house before going to the cinema, only to find Leo alone there. ÒSorry, Polly, Susan came round and he went out with her,Ó he apologised. I wasnÕt even late. When I burst into tears, Leo offered to take me out.

The two brothers are totally different in character. Rory is dominant, forceful, sexually exciting and demanding and always wants to Ôplay the fieldÕ. Leo is quiet, reserved and unimaginative when it comes to sex. Boring. Nevertheless heÕs a gentleman and always behaved correctly towards me. I wanted Rory though and kept seeing him as my steady and he did indeed have fewer girls on the side, but when, near the end of our time at university, I mentioned marriage, he forthrightly and unambiguously told me, ÒNo. One girl isnÕt enough for me at least for the foreseeable future.Ó On the rebound, I turned my attentions to Leo and dated him through my last months at university.

Rory lived with his parents at the time but had the use of his grandfatherÕs 85 ft. Thames sailing barge, the ÔAnna MayÕ, long ago converted into a houseboat but now bereft of its sails and spars, still able to move at a stately 10 knots under its the power of its twin diesel engines. As well as this he had his own little sailing dinghy which I went out in several times. At university he studied Marine Biology and afterwards obtained a post with the Society for the Protection of the Marine Environment (SPOME). His grandfather died and left the barge and an allowance for its maintenance to Rory and heÕs lived on it ever since. Although old, the interior is well furnished and nicely equipped with most modern conveniences.

I obtained a degree in accountancy but only worked for nine months before marrying Leo. What a mistake. I soon found out that he wasnÕt the dominant male that I needed, in fact he was an utter wimp, a gentleman but a wimp. We didnÕt go anywhere, we rarely had sex; we were more like an elderly stay-at-home couple. As I became more and more bored and frustrated I frequently, disparagingly, compared him with his brother. Leo apologised but said I knew the sort of person he was when we married and he couldnÕt be the demanding man I thought I wanted. Despite this I remained faithful to him and now, sitting in the cafŽ, I wondered why. I recalled the argument weÕd had a week previously about our lives, or at least, I argued and he sat back and largely said nothing until I again unfavourably compared him to Rory. ÒI ought to have married him, at least IÕd have some excitement in my life.Ó

After a long silence he looked at me with sadness and said, ÒWell if thatÕs how you feel, IÕll give you to him.Ó He left it there and refused to answer any of my questions as to what he meant but I couldnÕt get the remark out of my mind, although he never mentioned it again until he woke me early on the birthday morning. ÒGet up and pack what youÕll need to live with Rory for a while. WeÕre meeting him on Bleston Quay at ten oÕclock. ItÕs his birthday and you will be his present. WeÕll see how long he keeps it this year.Ó Of course I knew of the tradition of useless gifts and until now, heÕd culled joke shops and Internet sites specialising in absurd presents, but I couldnÕt believe heÕd put me in that category. For almost the first time since our marriage he acted forcibly and thrust aside my arguments that he couldnÕt do that to me with, ÒThatÕs what you wanted and if he discards you after a few days, you can come back here and live a normal life.Ó He thought our life normal!

On the drive to Bleston, I looked forward to seeing and being with Rory again but I also worried as to the reception IÕd receive and more particularly, did Rory already have a woman living with him? If so, would I have to play second fiddle to her? How would he treat me? Would I be his slave? WeÕd played master and slave games when weÕd been together but only for an hour or two and for fun, now I might have to live a slaveÕs life 24/7. Could I stand it or would I want to return to Leo and his so-called normal life?

ÒTime to go. We canÕt talk here.Ó Rory interrupted my thoughts.

ÒHey, Rory, I just remembered,Ó Betty yelled above the noise, ÒHappy birthday, how old are you? Forty-five? Was she your present?Ó

The clamour ceased and all the workmen turned in our direction and I wanted quietly disappear but Rory took it in his stride, ÒYou could say that.Ó

ÒYou going to unwrap her here?Ó one of the men shouted.

ÒNot with you lot around! See you Betty.Ó With that we headed for the launch.

We paused at the top of the steps and as I watched the waves of the river Blest lap against the stonework, I again wondered if IÕd, made the right decision. Rory sensed this. ÒYou do realise, Poll, that once you get into my boat, you are mine until I wish to get rid of you. You will be my personal harem slave. I wonÕt maim you but there will be times when I shall punish your misbehaviour or refusal to do my bidding. If you cannot accept that, say so now and IÕll phone Leo to pick you up and you can resume your life with him.Ó

Zipping my coat tightly against the chill April wind and clutching the handrail, I made my way down the slippery steps.

ÒThis is my cabin with the nice large bed which IÕm sure you remember from all those years ago. YouÕll sleep in here unless I have another woman with me then you may either sleep with us or in the cabin next door depending on our mood. You can store all your stuff in the other cabin because you wonÕt be wearing much when youÕre with me and you can throw your bras and knickers away because you wonÕt be wearing them.Ó His speech and other comments he made whilst giving me a tour of the barge, made it clear that there would indeed be times when heÕd treat me as his harem slave and he further reinforced this when IÕd put my clothes away, by ordering me into the saloon. ÒTime for me to unwrap my present. DonÕt I get the ÔHappy BirthdayÕ song from you?Ó and we laughed at my effort at singing.

Slowly he undressed me and as each area of flesh became exposed he kissed or massaged it until I became very aroused and would have willingly opened my legs and allowed him to fuck me. Instead he wanted a blowjob. I suppose that is a slaveÕs life; itÕs not what I want that matters but at least I had more sexual excitement in an hour than IÕd had for the last few years. With the generator humming in the background and the electric heater on low, I didnÕt need clothing and enjoyed him playing with my tits and squeezing my nipples. Wondering what he would do if I refused but at this stage not wishing to find out, I knelt between his legs, opened his flies and fished out his already hard prick. For a short while I gently massaged its meaty length and mentally compared it with my husbandÕs smaller one but a touch on the back of my head reminded me to open my mouth and take it in. In my boredom at home, IÕd often resorted to watching porn on the Internet, seeing actresses seemingly sucking men with great enthusiasm, and I tried to imitate them. I sucked and rubbed his prick and either his balls were already on a hair trigger or my performance was better than I thought, for he quickly shot his spunk into my mouth.

ÒThat was pretty good for an untrained slave,Ó Rory grinned and sat me on his lap without giving me any chance to spit it out. I knew he expected me to swallow it and I did.

His face then took on a serious expression. ÒFirst Polly, I want to know how and why this came about. Why did my brother even consider giving you to me? He surely realises that he could lose you forever? Even if you donÕt stay with me, I canÕt see you going back to a man who gave you to another for sex.Ó I explained as well as I could, my deteriorating relationship with Leo and the boredom of my life and how I doubted if our marriage would have lasted much longer.

ÒI canÕt see you being bored here or not getting enough sex but I should make your position clear. You were given to me as a present and so, in my mind, I own you, sort of like a slave; a sex slave, but unlike in the stories IÕve no doubt youÕve read, I darenÕt whip you or flog you until you bleed. I wouldnÕt want to do that either. I want you for sex and will want to do it in a variety of ways and probably will introduce others as well and some of these things you may well object to. Nevertheless you will do them and I will punish you if you donÕt, by hand spanking or with a strap. You will certainly feel very sore afterwards but the soreness will go after a couple of days. I donÕt expect to have to do that very often but will, as and when necessary. IÕm the master; youÕre the slave. Understood?Ó

ÒYes, Sir.Ó The threat of a spanking with a strap worried me but IÕd gone over that in my mind on the journey and IÕd certainly wanted a more forceful man than wimp, Leo.

ÒBesides being a slave, youÕll also act as my wife and partner and assist with the cooking and cleaning of this boat, including the upkeep of the paintwork, so youÕll have a variety of work to do, some clean but others can be very mucky but I wonÕt expect you to do any work I wouldnÕt do myself. WeÕll also take time off to go out in this tub or the ÔEsmeraldaÕ my 25 ft. day sailer. YouÕll need to learn to handle the launch and probably the fishing boat too so it wonÕt be all work and no play. I also have work to do for SPOME but you may find that of interest too. They hire a little fishing boat I go out on and take water samples and report on the wild life in and along the river.Ó He waited for my reaction but went on, ÒIÕm not going to ask how you feel about it because, as a slave, you donÕt have any choice.Ó He grinned widely and gave me a hug.

Certainly I would have a much fuller lifestyle with him and it wouldnÕt all be orgiastic parties, in fact, I noted that he didnÕt mention parties at all.

ÒOkay, get off your arse and start making lunch.Ó He gently pushed me off his lap and headed for the galley.

The boat trip

I wanted more excitement in my life and I certainly had more than I expected that first afternoon. ÒGet dressed when youÕve put the dishes away, weÕre getting low on water so weÕll take this old tub to the quay and fill up and top up the fuel tanks and then take her for a run down river. ItÕs time you learnt how to handle the ÔAnna MayÕ.Ó Soon I heard and felt the throb of the two diesel engines and looked forward to my first trip out on her. Not only that but he made me stand behind the big, brass bound, wooden steering wheel and guide her for part of the way. She seemed awfully big and the bow a long way from where I stood at the wheel.

As we neared the quayside, as per his instructions I threw a light line with a heavy knot on the end to a man on the quay and he pulled a heavier rope across and slid the bight over a bollard to moor us. Half-an-hour later, the diesels throbbed again and slowly we headed through the anchorage towards the sea. Again he left me in charge while he tidied up the ropes and walked the length of the barge and back.

ÒIÕll make some tea, you keep her on this heading and yell down the hatch if anything comes too close. Those little boats should keep clear of us,Ó he instructed.

Well one of them didnÕt. A tiny sailing dinghy with two girls as crew, zipped along on the fresh breeze heading straight for us. The crew girl leant as far out as the trapeze would allow in order to keep the craft upright. I wasnÕt too worried because I knew they could turn on a pinhead. Too late I realised they intended to cross our bows and thereÕd be little room to spare. Almost instinctively I closed the throttles to the engines but you donÕt slow a boat that size down in a hurry. RoryÕs head appeared above the hatch and seeing the situation quickly came on deck and rushed forward. The girls must have eased off their course slightly to avoid collision but they still sped along at high speed until they came into the lee of the ÔAnna MayÕ. The high sides of the barge took their wind and with both girls leaning well out to keep the boat upright, the sudden lack of force in the sails caught them by surprise and they and the dinghy toppled over backwards and capsized. The girls ended up in the cold water but were kitted out with wet suits and life jackets and were in no immediate danger and the boat didnÕt completely capsize because the top of the mast caught in the bargeÕs rail.

ÒHold on to it,Ó Rory yelled to me and went to a deck locker, retrieved a rope ladder, which he hung over the side for the girls to climb aboard. As far as we could tell, their boat was undamaged except the halyard holding the mainsail up had broken. With Rory in charge we freed the boat and used the davits normally used to hoist the motor launch, to lift the boat on deck.

By then the wind had swung the barge across the river and Rory ordered me into the wheelhouse and to resume our course. It pleased me that he had confidence in my ability to handle her after such a short time, while he and the girls took the sails down and sorted out the dinghy. I certainly enjoyed being in charge of the, to me, huge boat and quickly learned how she responded to my movements of the wheel. Presently they joined me in the wheelhouse, the girls now shivering from being out in the cool breeze. ÒThis is Polly my new slave,Ó he introduced me and after theyÕd stopped giggling he introduced Sandra the older girl and whom heÕd obviously known intimately, and she named the other girl as Ron, short for Veronica.

ÒSheÕs a virgin Rory,Ó Sandra informed us.

ÒThatÕs sad, but maybe another time we can do something about that. Not today though, I want to enjoy my slave later. Take them down the fore hatch and get their wet things off, Poll, and then show them into the saloon where itÕs warmer and find some towels and dry them off.Ó

ÒWe can manage on our own and I know the way,Ó Sandra piped up.

ÒI know you do but I need to train Polly to follow instructions. Make sure she does a good job and dries everywhere.Ó I too stuttered a protest but Rory only reinforced his orders with specific instructions. Ron looked worried and shocked but Sandra grinned and suggested that Rory would do a better job of drying her.

ÒHow long have you been his slave?Ó Sandra asked when I helped peel off her wet suit in the fore berth.

ÒAll of six hours now. ItÕs his birthday and IÕm his present.Ó

I found towels in the bathroom and suggested the naked girls rinsed the salt off in the shower before I took them into the saloon. Ron tried to cover her tits with her arms but Sandra openly displayed herself and several times thrust her tits in my face. Being clothed, I felt slightly superior but my mind flashed back to the times my roommate and I had little lesbian flings and I began to get a little horny around these two late teenagers. At first I clinically dried their backs and hair but Sandra soon indicated she wanted her tits and cunt dried properly and I knew she wanted to play. Ron tried to look the other way but when I attacked her with a dry towel, she too began to respond, at least her nipples hardened.

ÒIs this slavery a short term thing? Sandra asked.

ÒDepends on how long he wants it to last. My husband gave me to him so it could be for keeps.Ó Then began the questions. Would I be forced to have sex? Would I be spanked? Tied to the mast and flogged? Would I take it up the bum? Even Ron joined in but by now they were dry and sitting in the warm saloon and no doubt wondering how they would get ashore and if they would have to put their wet, wet-suits on again. IÕd hung them up but theyÕd take hours to dry and at the time, I didnÕt know about the fan heater.

ÒPoll, on deck with you!Ó I saw we were approaching the anchorage. ÒWeÕve to go passed the launch, turn round and head slowly back against the tide. You man the wheel and watch for my signals.Ó He gave more instructions as to what the signals meant and stood beside me while I spun the wheel and used the two engines as well as the rudder to turn the ÔAnna MayÕ in a tight circle in the confined area. As we slowly approached the launch, he ran to the bow, grabbed a boathook and directed me with hand signals. To my relief it all went to plan and he soon hooked the mooring buoy and made us fast.

I expected to hear shouts of indignation as Rory led the way below but Ron only picked a cushion and held it against her body. ÒMake a pot of tea, Poll, and thereÕs a packet of biscuits in the left hand cupboard, IÕve a few words to say to this pair.Ó From the conversation that drifted through to me, I gather Rory took Sandra to task for her poor seamanship and for putting her life and that of her friend at risk. The girls looked much chastened when I entered with the tea. But Rory hadnÕt finished. ÒSo Sandra, either you come and lay across my lap and take a spanking as punishment or I put the pair of you in your little boat and you can paddle your way to shore wearing only a life jacket.Ó

ÒYou wouldnÕt dare.Ó

ÒTry me! You have until IÕve drunk my tea to make up your mind.Ó

They argued, or at least Sandra tried to, Ron remained quiet but looked very apprehensive. ÒAnd youÕll find us some clothes and take us in the launch if I do it?Ó Sandra capitulated.

ÒYes, I said that,Ó Rory confirmed.

Slowly she went and laid herself across his lap and I felt a tingle of excitement, partly because I wasnÕt overly keen on the rather brash Sandra and wanted to see her bum reddened, and partly because it could foretell the punishment that I might get if I disobeyed him. RonÕs eyes showed her excitement too.

Rory didnÕt spare her and alternately walloped each of her bottom cheeks with his hard hand until they were deep red and she blubbered and pleaded for him to stop. He did, of course, and then ordered me to find them something suitable to wear for the trip to the quay. I hesitated. Where would I find clothes for them? ÒYouÕve got clothes in your room that will fit them better than anything I have. Go and find something. YouÕre my property now so your clothes are mine too.Ó Not wishing a spanking like IÕd just witnessed, at least not in front of the girls, I went and found jeans and sweaters. They were rather too big for Ron but small for Sandra. She had to leave the top button of the jeans undone and rely on a belt to hold them up.

We deposited them at the quay, helped get their boat on its trailer and pulled it into the sailing clubhouse park. ÒWeÕre going to the supermarket now and if the launch is here when youÕve changed into your own clothes, leave PollyÕs in the launch, if not leave them with Betty at the cafŽ. SheÕll want the story though.Ó To my great relief, they were in the launch when we returned.

In the launch on the way back to the barge, Rory made me sit on the thwart with my legs wide apart and steer with the wheel on the side. He couldnÕt see anything because of my trousers but I guessed he mentally took them off, and my other clothes too. ÒNo doubt theyÕll come off for real when we get back,Ó I mused and then wondered at him making me learn how to handle, first the barge and then the launch. ÒIs he doing it because he intends to keep me for a while? For good? Surely he wouldnÕt bother to train me for just a few days stay? Not if I my role was only to be his harem slave.Ó When I fluffed the approach to the ÔAnna MayÕ and had to make a second attempt, he grinned and said, ÒTen spanks for incompetence,Ó and I wondered if my training would be an excuse for punishments.

He never mentioned it whilst we cooked and ate dinner and my sitting with my blouse undone and revealing my tits, the only sexual happening until after IÕd cleared the dishes. ÒTime for me to play with my harem slave,Ó he announced, ÒDo a strip tease act for me.Ó The only music, the rhythmic sound of waves slapping against the hull in the freshening wind, didnÕt inspire me but I made an effort to undress in a sexy way and then undress him. I hadnÕt seen him naked for nearly ten years and in that time heÕd filled out and his muscles had hardened from the physical work he did. Again I compared him to the flabby Leo and decided to do my best to stay. His erect prick stood out firmly and I grabbed and started to massage it. ÒNot yet, Polly girl, thereÕs a little matter of your punishment to rectify first.Ó

I pleaded that IÕd never driven the launch before and the wind had blown it off course when I shut the engine down but he didnÕt accept my pleas, indeed, he threatened to add extras if I continued. I shut up and lay myself across his bare thighs, his prick nestled against my left side and I fully expected a spanking like SandraÕs. ÒYouÕve a nice arse Polly,Ó he commented as he rubbed his hands over my cheeks, squeezed them and then ran his fingers between my thighs. Not what I expected.

Smack! Without any warning he struck my right cheek quite hard, causing me to yelp. ÒSlaves must learn to take their punishments quietly otherwise they get extra,Ó he warned but I could hear the laughter in his voice. I gritted my teeth while he continued to Ôwarm my bumÕ as he put it. The smacking stung, but he certainly didnÕt hit with the force heÕd used on Sandra, and when he finished, his hands once again roamed over my bottom and then forced my legs apart so he could rub my mound. Quickly my juices flowed and I prayed that this time heÕd fuck me properly. I didnÕt have to wait long.

Scooping me in his arms he carried me to the main berth, tossed me unceremoniously on the bed and forced my legs well apart and then on to his shoulders. I groaned with pleasure as, for the first time for many years, I felt a prick delightfully filling and stretching my vagina. Moaning and mewing with pleasure, when he thrust into me I thrust back and soon climaxed. He came shortly after and collapsed on top of me. Pulling his face close to mine, I kissed him and forced my tongue in his mouth and he in mine. For a while we lay like real lovers, kissing, cuddling and nibbling at each otherÕs bodies. For me the fucking was great but I wondered if he compared me to all the other girls heÕd had. I didnÕt dare ask.

We fucked again before going to sleep. Standard missionary position under the duvet but nonetheless, very enjoyable and I had another orgasm. Two in one day, that must be a record! Rory fell asleep soon after but I lay awake for a long while, listening to the strange noises a boat makes when it is afloat and to the water splashing against the steel hull and looking back to my first day of slavery. I realised not all days would hold the same excitement, but I looked forward to spending time with my brother-in-law.

A working day

ÒTodayÕs a working day. Dave will bring his fishing boat at eight and weÕll follow the river down a bit further than we went yesterday and take water samples. On the way back, near low water time, weÕll collect mud and sand samples. TheyÕll all be sent to the Fisheries Lab for analysis but I usually bring some extras back for my own interest. Dave, will want to put in his trawl too and IÕll stream a couple of plankton nets. Did you pack any wellies?Ó

ÒOnly little short ones I had for gardening. I donÕt have proper ones. Sorry.Ó I wondered if my failure to have them would result in another spanking but he replied, ÒWeÕll get you a pair at the weekend if we donÕt go ashore today.Ó

ÒMornÕn Dave, meet Polly, my birthday present. SheÕll be coming with us and learning the ropes.Ó Dave, a stereotyped fisherman, with a bearded, weather beaten face, and wearing a sailorÕs cap and a smock, looked about 60, but he greeted me cheerfully enough.

ÒI never get a birthday present like that,Ó he smiled, ÒWelcome aboard, Miss.Ó

ÒYour wife would murder you if you brought a young girl home,Ó Rory replied. I had time to look around while the men discussed the weather and plans for the day. The blue-hulled, 30 ft vessel, ÔMisty MornÕ, had a wide stern and nets were neatly stacked on the aft deck and marker buoys lashed to the rigging. I could smell the mix of fish and salt in the air, a smell that I didnÕt find unpleasant and added to the working atmosphere of the fishing boat. Gulls circled and squawked overhead, watching for any morsel we might discard, making me feel alive and part of the world and already IÕd forgotten the spanking. At home IÕd probably be vacuuming an already clean floor.

ÒGet into the wheelhouse with Dave and heÕll show you what to do. YouÕll need to be able to control her without help soon and Dave is kinder to newcomers than I am.Ó My thoughts once more turned to my ÔslaveryÕ. ÒIf Rory expects him to train me to help him, he must expect me to stay. Does Leo expect an early return though?Ó

ÒWe donÕt have to keep our speed down now weÕre through the moorings so when weÕre clear of things here, you can open her to nearly full power. I like to keep a bit in reserve for emergencies and it keeps the fuel consumption down.Ó We started quite slowly from the barge and then Dave gave the order, ÒOpen her up now.Ó I pushed the throttle and felt the boat lift slightly and saw the bow wave increase as we surged forward much faster than the ÔAnna MayÕ. Dave stood alongside me and when he saw I could control the vessel, started with his questions. ÒHowdÕya meet Rory? He didnÕt say anything about you cominÕ.Ó

ÒHeÕs my brother-in-law and I knew him from years ago.Ó That didnÕt satisfy Dave and he, abetted by Rory, learned the story.

It gave me a great sense of power to be in charge of such a powerful beast, but it wasnÕt long before I had to shut the engine down to idle while they checked the GPS co-ordinates and took a water sample. By the sixth time we were out of the river and into the open sea close to an island. The mainland I could see in the distant haze.

We headed back and a short while later Dave ordered, ÒClose her down to just ticking over, keep in the wheelhouse out of the way and watch for my signals. I donÕt want you tangled up in the net. We hardly seemed to move and in fact, if it hadnÕt been for bits of weed in the water, I would not have believed we moved at all. Rory streamed a couple of small nets which he said would catch tiny creatures that swam in the sea and then made tea and we ate our sandwiches.

They hauled the nets half-an-hour later. Rory put the contents of his in plastic containers and the contents of the trawl they dumped into a large plastic tray. I saw several fish and lots of crabs but in general, I kept out of the way. We shot the trawl again and this time they launched a rubber dinghy with a small outboard motor. ÒWeÕre going to take some samples from the shore, keep her on the same course until we get back. If you get into trouble or have a problem, use the mobile to contact us.Ó He gave me a phone and told me the speedkey number.

I must admit I let my mind wander and had a quick look at the contents of the tray. All the crabs had been thrown over the side, a couple of the fish flapped about but most lay still. During my looking at the fish, we drifted off course a little but I recovered and hoped they wouldnÕt notice. Fortunately they didnÕt or at least they didnÕt remark on it and we had a better catch of fish when they hauled the net so that put me in their good books.

Arriving back on the barge about teatime, we cooked the fish Dave gave us with some frozen chips and, as the previous night, I had to show my tits while we ate and discussed the dayÕs trip. IÕd certainly enjoyed my day out and looked forward to it happening again. ÒItÕs far removed from my idea of a harem slaveÕs life,Ó I mentioned to Rory and asked about the samples and later he showed magnified images of them on a computer screen. Amazing.

ÒTime for a shower, Slave, and we need to be economical with water so weÕll shower together.Ó I knew that wasnÕt the real reason but hoped it would be fun. Unlike Leo, Rory didnÕt worry about being in the bathroom while I used the toilet and he used it in front of me and I noticed his already semi-hard prick and rightly guessed heÕd use it in the shower. IÕd hardly had time to soap myself before he pushed me against the wall and shoved his prick into my cunt. Bang, bang, bang, he slammed into me and I actually felt the tenderness from the spanking when my bum hit the wall. I tried to thrust back but found the position awkward and the floor slippery but I still came before he did. He turned the water off and withdrew. ÒGive it a gentle suck,Ó he demanded. It took my mind a few seconds to register the request and in that time, Rory gripped my right nipple and started to force me down.

I almost slipped but saved myself by clasping his legs and then started sucking his juice coated prick. He only wanted me to do it for a minute or so before he stood me on my feet and knelt and licked my cunt. ÒLeo would never do that, heÕd say it was disgusting and unclean.Ó

ÒDid you find it disgusting and unclean?Ó Rory queried.

ÒNot really and I liked the feel of your tongue on my clit. I expect you liked my mouth around your prick.Ó

We didnÕt fuck again until the next morning when heavy rain on the skylight woke us. IÕd slept like a log after a day at sea and having slept poorly the previous night. He decided weÕd do it doggy style and I wondered if heÕd want to do it in my bum. ÒNot today, probably when you have a period. Have you done it that way?Ó

ÒNot since you did it on this barge when I was nineteen and I cried out then.Ó

I spent most of the day in housewife mode, cleaning and cooking but he demanded a blowjob at lunchtime, fortunately after weÕd eaten. He spent time preserving his samples and doing other necessary boat chores.

Ronnie loses her virginity

Typical April weather; Friday wet, Saturday dawned bright and sunny. ÒLetÕs go ashore and get your wellies and youÕd better have a smock too because before long, youÕll be sorting the catch with Dave. WeÕll get something to eat, an early lunch, at BettyÕs and then go for a sail in ÒEsmeraldaÓ. How does that suit you?Ó

ÒSounds great.Ó A mere slave being consulted? IÕd begun to notice this strange dichotomy; one minute IÕd be a housewife, the next a slave with almost no indication of the change being imminent.

Betty, in between customers, jokingly asked to see my whip marks. ÒI heard Sandra Lenoune isnÕt sitting too well at the moment.Ó Rory asked how she knew but she only remarked, ÒHeard it on the grapevine.Ó We guessed from a customer.

We heard the same comment about Sandra when we walked along the quay to the launch. Veronica greeted us and in the course of a short conversation I said we were going sailing. ÒCan I come too please? SandraÕs not going out today because she canÕt sit too well and itÕs her boat I go out in.Ó Ronnie grinned and we did too. We made arrangements to meet her on the quay in a short while so she could put on her wet suit and an extra sweater and a get her lifejacket.

I piloted the launch all the time now, although Rory still gave me instructions, and did it without a hitch for I didnÕt want a spanking in front of Ronnie (I preferred the more feminine name and used it when I spoke to her) but I noticed she blushed when she saw me looking at her and I knew she remembered my drying her intimate places.

Actually, she knew far more about sailing than I did and the boat seemed to go faster when she had a turn at the helm; IÕd only been out in sailing dinghies a few times in my teen years and I knew the rudiments but there is far more to sailing than steering a power boat. Rory took the tiller until weÕd sailed through the anchorage and then, under his instruction, I took over for a while. Once more I enjoyed my time on the water. Three hours later we returned to the mooring and Rory invited Ronnie to sample my cooking, ÒAnd perhaps we can do something about your sad problem,Ó he added with a little grin.

She looked nervous but suddenly made up her mind. ÒSandra said I should.Ó

Jealousy flashed across my mind although Rory had made it clear from the start that he would have other girls and have them in my presence. ÒItÕs what you want, not Sandra,Ó I butted in getting a scowl from Rory, ÒOnce you lose your virginity you can never get it back, so itÕs your decision, yours to give, not someone elseÕs.Ó Rory frowned again and I wondered if IÕd be in for another spanking later but to try and redeem my situation, I went on, ÒBut if you decide you would like to start enjoying sex, Rory is experienced and knows how to give you a good time.Ó

Later I found out that sheÕd deliberately watched the river to see when we came ashore in the hope of meeting us although at the time, still uncertain as to whether or not she would go the whole way. On the boat she had no choice but to make the decision.

I cooked while Ronnie and Rory sat in the saloon and talked in low voices but from the snippet I heard when I took the cutlery in, I gathered Sandra had a monetary hold over Ronnie and used her for lesbian sex. My jealousy kept rising to the fore but I tried to keep it in check and concentrated on cooking until I called out, ÒDinner in five minutes, and they trooped into the galley, Rory to open a bottle of wine and Ronnie to help with the plates.

ÒTops off.Ó

I knew what the order meant I removed my sweater and prompted Ronnie to do the same and to remove her bra. She blushed profusely and I reminded her that Rory would see all of her later and that I seen everything a few days before.

ÒBe proud of what you have, Ron, theyÕre not huge but theyÕre firm and nicely formed,Ó Rory commented as he stretched out his hand to feel them, causing even more blushing and a squeal when he pinched her nipples.

My hope that heÕd take Ronnie into the bedroom while I did the dishes, were quickly dashed. ÒTake her into the bedroom and get her ready for me. Get yourself undressed and ready too, while I check on my samples. IÕll expect her well aroused when I come in and IÕm sure you know how to do that,Ó he ordered, wanting to see me in a lesbian situation with her and checking samples, just an excuse. From what IÕd heard, I doubted Ronnie would object and from the way he spoke, I knew we were in a master/slave situation again and I didnÕt dare disobey or protest.

ÒYou know what he expects, Ronnie?Ó She nodded and watched as I started to undress. ÒYou donÕt have to do it, you know. ItÕs rape if he forces you.Ó

ÒI know, but I want to, itÕs just that IÕm a bit nervous. I always thought IÕd lose my virginity to someone I loved rather than to experience sex. IÕm going to lose it one way or the other because when I told Sandra of my trip out with you, she threatened to use her strap-on on me if I didnÕt get fucked. SheÕs wanted to use it for a while and IÕve always refused.Ó

By then IÕd removed all my clothing and gave her a hug. ÒOkay, letÕs get you naked too.Ó

Although I hadnÕt done it with a girl for a good few years, I still knew what to do and used my mouth first to suckle her nipples to hardness and then diverted down her belly to her mound and laved her slit and tormented her clit with my tongue until Rory came in and I undressed him.

ÒYouÕd better suck this and get it nice and wet, Ron, then weÕll be ready to make you a woman.Ó Rory offered his prick to her lips and she hesitatingly took it in. ÒPut plenty of spit on it,Ó he instructed.

I skipped to the bathroom and got a towel and when they were ready, placed it under her arse. ÒPut all the pillows under her head too, so she can see it go in. She should witness the moment when the MasterÕs prick deflowers her.Ó Soon as IÕd everything ready to his satisfaction, Rory lined his prick with her opening, entered a little way and gave a few short thrusts until she became used to it being at her entrance. ÒThe time has come, Ron, for you to lose your childhood,Ó he exclaimed as he thrust forward and burst through her membrane. Ronnie gave a cry but didnÕt plead with him to stop but Rory paused until the pain diminished, as far as he could tell, and then proceeded to fuck her, slowly at first and then with increasing rapidity. I slipped my hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit so that she came long before Rory and I think she was well on the way to another orgasm when he sent his sperm into her.

To my relief he didnÕt ask either of us to suck it afterwards because she bled freely and his prick looked revolting. Without being asked I went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth and cleaned them both. We spent the evening cuddling and playing on the bed until the light began to fade and I had to take her back to the quay. The river conditions were good with little wind, ÒTake her back yourself, Poll, just watch the strong tide when you get to the steps. IÕll have your arse if you dent the paintwork.Ó

IÕd grown confident in the handling of the launch but IÕd never been in it alone and by the time I started back, the light had almost gone and the boats were mere ghostly shadows. I kept to the main channel although the tide there was strongest, but the risk of hitting another vessel was less. From a distance I could easily pick out the ÔAnna MayÕ because she always showed an anchor light and IÕd no problem in finding her. Rory came on deck when he heard me approach to take the line. No damage to the paintwork as far as I could tell.

On the return journey I had time to think about my Master fucking another girl. I know at first, as I expected, I had flashes of jealousy that the prick that should belong to me, poked another girlÕs cunt, more especially as I became turned on watching and wouldnÕt have any fulfilment, but later I gained some enjoyment from watching the delight on RonnieÕs face as she orgasmed. ÒMaybe IÕll be fucked tonight to make up for it. At least IÕve already had more sex on the ÔAnna MayÕ than IÕve had for many months past,Ó I reasoned as I made my approach alongside.

Negligence severely punished

The sea air and the physical effort of sailing a boat had worn me out and I wasnÕt sorry when Rory decided to delay fucking me until the morning. As usual we cuddled and kissed and talked about the events of the day and speculated on SandraÕs reaction to Ronnie no longer having her virginity to preserve, but in the end we spooned together and drifted into sleep. I woke with a hard prick poking between my thighs and shortly I knelt on my hands and knees on the mattress while he fucked me doggie style. I hadnÕt done it that way since college.

ÒRory, itÕs Leo on the phone, can I talk to him, Master?Ó I yelled down the hatch loud enough for Leo to hear and hoping my request would be refused. It wasnÕt, but Rory came on deck and heard my side of the conversation.

ÒWhat are you doing? Sounds like youÕre outside in the wind.Ó

ÒYes, IÕm on deck, barefoot and with my trousers turned up like a slave, washing the deck and cleaning the grot from the scuppers.Ó

ÒDoesnÕt sound as though you are enjoying yourself too much, Polly, is my brother ready to give you up?Ó I could tell from his voice that he regretted giving me away.

ÒOh, youÕre quite wrong, Leo, IÕm enjoying myself immensely and IÕve only just started my slave and other training. I think IÕll be here for a long while if not for ever.Ó

ÒMaybe heÕll get tired of you or youÕll get tired of the slavery thing?Ó I guessed he didnÕt want to plead for my return because his honour was at stake.

I tried to discourage him from thinking that way. ÒIÕm doing my best to keep in his good books and to keep him interested and IÕm quite enjoying the slavery thing. IÕve been spanked once and fucked in different positions every day, but thereÕs been a lot of excitement too, so much more than with you. Why donÕt you go to church and find a respectable woman?Ó

He shut his phone off without saying good-bye.

ÒPerhaps I should send you back, after all you are married to him,Ó Rory had a serious expression on his face and when I looked horrified, he burst into laughter, ÒBut I donÕt think I will. He gave you to me and IÕm keeping you for a while, maybe a long while.Ó

For the next few days, things went along very well. We went out with Dave twice, each time he brought ÔMisty MornÕ alongside the barge and I had to bring her alongside when we returned. We collected samples and fished and, because of my typing skills, I began assisting Rory with the recording of the information and the writing of reports. It took several sessions before I became familiar with the long scientific names of the peculiar creatures I saw live on the computer screen. We went sailing once, without Ronnie because she is back in college, and I began to get the hang of it and even sailed it back to the mooring. With all the great sex and largely being treated as a housewife, I became complacent and certainly paid for it on the Friday of my third week. Yes, it was my fault, negligence, he said, but IÕll not forget the price I paid, not for a very long while. Yet an hour later, just when I felt like running away or making my escape in the launch, he cradled me in his arms and cuddled me on the bed.

It started out as a routine Friday morning trip to town for me to do the weekend shopping. Rory stayed behind to try and get a report done. It wasnÕt the nicest weather; overcast sky, fresh wind with rain forecast for later in the morning. I tied up at the quay at high water, spent an hour shopping and started back with a strong ebb tide under me. No problem, IÕd get back quicker and before the rain. Part way back, the engine coughed and spluttered a couple of times and then stopped. A glance at the fuel gauge and I knew the problem. With the wind behind me and the strong tide, IÕd soon be swept way down the river but having missed several, I managed to grab the last mooring buoy in that row of the anchorage but in doing so several waves splashed over the gunwale and one arm went under the cold water. Miserable, cold and wet, I sat down and debated my best course of action, but in fact, I only had one option, phone Rory, knowing he would be most annoyed, furious more like.

ÒHelp, Rory, please. IÕve run out of petrol.Ó

ÒThereÕs a can in the rear locker.Ó

ÒI used that on Monday.Ó

ÒWHAT! You didnÕt refill it?Ó I knew I should have but it slipped my mind. Rory didnÕt say anything for several moments and then asked, ÒWhere are you?Ó

ÒTied to ÔOrionÕsÕ buoy.Ó

ÒYou left it late enough to catch a mooring.Ó

ÒI thought IÕd have to put the anchor down.Ó I could almost see Rory nodding.

Another pause. ÒWell I cannot do much from here. Even if I launch the little dinghy from the cabin top, with rowing against the wind and tide, IÕd not make it to you. IÕll try and find out where Dave is fishing. Stay where you are for the time being.Ó As though I could go anywhere! Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang. ÒDaveÕs shot the trawl for the last time today but heÕs well outside the river and says it will be a couple of hours before he gets to you. Sit tight until he comes.Ó The expected tirade and discourse on my stupidity, didnÕt come, but I rightly suspected IÕd get it when I returned.

So I sat there, shivering with the cold wind and my wet clothes and to cap it all, we had one of those heavy showers where the raindrops hurtle down like stair rods for ten minutes and then stop. All I could do was to sit miserably with my back to it and pray that Dave would come soon. Intermittently I bailed out the water that accumulated but otherwise I sat huddled up on the thwart.

At least Dave and his son, Bob, came earlier than he said and showed some sympathy for my plight. They towed the launch to his mooring, helped me in the cabin and gave me a mug of tea. ÒBob will go and fill the can for you, while you dry out and get a bit of warmth into your body.Ó While Dave and I sat in the cabin awaiting BobÕs return, I had to explain what happened. Afterwards he looked grave. ÒYouÕre in trouble lass and if I know Rory, you wonÕt sit comfortably for a while.Ó IÕd already guessed that. ÒYou put your life and the launch at risk and caused others to go out of their way to help. Not that we minded but thereÕs a sort of unwritten law that you are now obliged to us and we can expect something in return.Ó

ÒI thought your wife...Ó

ÒNo, not that love, and Bob would have trouble keeping it from his too. No, how about taking us, and our wives, for a meal at ÔThe MarinerÕs ArmsÕ? Better not be tonight... they get pretty full on a Friday.Ó I knew he intended to say that I wouldnÕt sit too well tonight. ÒHow about Tuesday if Rory agrees?Ó

Luckily they waited until I filled the petrol tank and tried the engine. It wouldnÕt start. ÒProbably an air lock,Ó Bob muttered and brought some spanners to disconnect the fuel pipe. ÒYeah, that was it,Ó he grinned as petrol came through, and when he connected it and I pressed the starter, the engine burst into life. I gave them both a hug and thanked them profusely.

I kept the speed down because I had no wish to face RoryÕs wrath and several times debated whether to turn tail and head back to the quay and phone Leo. ÒBut what sort of life will that be?Ó I asked myself, ÒIn the three weeks youÕve been with Rory, youÕve had a very good life and if taking a hard spanking because you put your life and others at risk, like Sandra did, then youÕll just have to take it. You canÕt go back to existing with Leo instead of living with Rory.Ó

IÕd hardly put the groceries away when he ordered me to undress completely and I had to stand in front of him like some naughty schoolgirl while he sat in an easy chair. ÒThe lecture went on for ages and I apologised over and over but it didnÕt make any difference. ÒPolly, I see nothing less than a dose of the strap for your behaviour today. It will remind you to always to check the fuel before you start out and to make sure there is some in the spare petrol can.Ó

ÒThe strap! Oh no, Rory, not the strap, I wonÕt need that as a reminder. Sandra put her boat and crew at risk and she only had a spanking. DonÕt you think I suffered out there in the open boat, freezing in the rain and the wet?Ó

ÒSandra took a calculated risk that didnÕt quite come off, you were negligent. You knew to either fill the can on Monday or tell me it was empty and I would have reminded you. You did neither. You didnÕt even check the fuel gauge on the engine before starting back. Again negligence. Now let us get this over with.Ó

To my surprise he led me to a forward part of the barge to an area under where the mast used to stand when she had sails, now largely used as a store area. Above deck only a stump of the original mast remains and now carries lights and antennae in a tabernacle to allow it to be lowered. Below deck, the massive 12" square support post, keeps the main deck beam in place, as it has done since they built the barge but today it had a more sinister purpose. IÕd seen the post many times but IÕd not noticed the length of cord fastened to it just under the deck. I struggled when I realised what he intended to do but his superior strength combined with threats of extra punishment for insubordination, I finally allowed him to fasten my wrists. My mind flashed to a picture IÕd seen at college of ÔA Girl at the Whipping PostÕ; today I was that girl for real, not some fictitious, imaginary girl.

The 2 ft. long leather strap with the end 6 inches shaped into a handle, always hung behind the wardrobe door in the main berth and IÕd seen and handled it several times but IÕd never felt its sting. Sting? The hellish brand of fire it produced and Rory laid it on pretty hard. Starting at my thighs he worked upwards, across my arse where he seemed to hit the hardest, across my back until he reached my shoulders. By then I screamed with the pain, I begged for mercy, I made promises I couldnÕt keep, I threatened court action, I threatened to get the police to raid the boat, all to no avail. He didnÕt pause. I suppose in a way, it would have been worse had he waited between strokes but I didnÕt think so at the time. IÕve no idea how many strokes I had, neither of us counted but he stopped when the welts reached my shoulders and left me tied to the post for ten minutes before releasing me. ÒHowever did I get to be with this madman?Ó I asked myself many times during that ten minutes, but I knew why. Did I want to stay though? Could I escape? Where would I go?

Later, when I reflected on the ferocity of his actions, I realised that he took some of his own guilt out on me because heÕd never mentioned checking the fuel gauge. Like on a car, it was there, prominent, and you automatically checked it, or should. I think also the worry of what might have happened if IÕd been swept out to sea and lost, played on his mind while waiting for my return. I didnÕt really forgive him for that.

I tried to push away from him when he released me but he said quietly, ÒPoll, your punishment is over, now let me do what I can to ease your suffering. YouÕll hurt for a while, but I can make it easier for you. Shower first.Ó Despite having a full erection, he carefully rubbed shower gel into my body, rinsed off the dirt and salt from my skin and hair before drying my front but only lightly patting the worst of the moisture from my back. The skin felt like it might burst open but IÕd taken a quick look in the mirror and couldnÕt see any blood, only deep red stripes. He assisted me to lie face down on the bed. ÒIÕll make some tea and get you a couple of pain-killers and when your back has dried, IÕll put some cream on. If by next weekend, you decide you want to go back to Leo, IÕll let you go, but until then you will stay. If you go now, youÕll remember this one bad thing and not all the good times. I may have been harsh with you but you could have been in a far worse plight and you might not have survived.Ó I didnÕt bother to question his statement; my body hurt too much to consider arguing.

Actually he did all he could to ease my pain; the pain heÕd created, but for me, it was too little, too late and I seriously considered doing a runner, not back to Leo but getting a place of my own and looking for a job. I had some money but that wouldnÕt last long.

He didnÕt attempt to fuck me that night and I resisted his efforts to placate me, but next morning he bent me over the bed and took me doggie fashion, Òto minimise my discomfort,Ó he said. Actually it wasnÕt too bad but I didnÕt tell him that and deliberately didnÕt show any enthusiasm. ÒLet him do it and get the hell out of here as soon as you can, Polly,Ó I told myself. The pain had eased when I lay still but the least movement sent stabs of fire coursing through my body. My stiff back, arse and thighs, screamed when I turned over or went to the bathroom and it shocked me when, immediately after the before breakfast fuck, he ordered me to put my loose tracksuit on and to follow him on deck. ÒDo it, it is for your own good,Ó he ordered when I protested. Again it proved him right. A walk around the deck in the early morning sun, eased my muscles and cheered me. I hadnÕt given up on leaving though and noted the launch in its usual place but on my return to the kitchen, I saw the keys to the engine were not on the hook. Without them I remained a prisoner. ÒI could phone the police but that will cause more trouble than enough and I doubt IÕll be hurt again. Although he wonÕt admit it, IÕm sure Rory knows he went too far.Ó

Revenge?

For most of the next two days, I sat and sulked and only spoke when necessary, but Rory treated me more or less as usual and continued his demands on my body but fucked me more carefully than normal. He cuddled and fondled me in bed but I tried, not always successfully, to remain passive and not respond.

Tuesday dawned bright and sunny but very windy. Fluffy clouds raced across the sky. Dave phoned to see if Rory wished to postpone our trip in the fishing boat but he decided to go Ôto get out of the gloom on the bargeÕ. ÒIt shouldnÕt be too bad until high water and the tide starts to flow against the wind, then the waves will rise but we should be back in the river again by then.Ó I pleaded to be left behind and promised not to attempt to escape but he curtly refused. ÒBeing out on the ÔMisty MornÕ is something you enjoy so perhaps it will lift your spirits a little to be in charge of her. SheÕll be a handful for you today so your mind will be occupied and you wonÕt have time to worry about your aches and pains.Ó I resented the way he trivialised them.

Even the heavy ÔAnna MayÕ rocked and pitched and we put extra fenders out when Dave and Bob came alongside. Bob didnÕt usually come with us but he had a day off from working in the docks and thought his dad might use some help. I think he was also keen to find out how I fared. My entry on the fishing boat wasnÕt exactly as I planned, in fact it was almost a disaster. As I jumped to the deck so the boat rose to meet me and I landed harder than I anticipated and fell on my face, jarring my back, and causing me to cry out but only Dave, being close by, heard it. He led me to the wheelhouse as usual, ÒYou okay Polly?Ó he asked and gave me a hug. I cried out again. He looked surprised and sad, ÒHe hit your back too?Ó

ÒFrom my knees to my neck, still sore all over but he ordered me to come.Ó

ÒIÕll do what I can to help but this wonÕt be the best day for a trip with a sore body. Keep her well inshore under the lee of the land until we get to the open sea and then weÕll hope to get the Seal Island bit done and back before the tide runs too hard and the waves pile up.Ó

Actually, once I became familiar with the movement of the boat to the waves, I enjoyed the experience especially when we met a large wave and I ploughed head on into it and sent it crashing over our bows. I had to concentrate not only on the waves and using the engine controls, but on the echo sounder which showed the depth of water under us and being close to the shore, there wasnÕt more than a few metres. The fun began, at least for me, when we cleared the mouth of the river and had the three-mile dash across the open sea to gain the shelter of Seal Island. Because of cross currents between the island and mainland, the waves were very confused but Dave stood by my side and directed my steering and use of the throttle to ride them in the most comfortable way. I puffed my chest out (not literally) when he praised the way I picked up the technique and juggled the helm and throttle without being told. Not that we werenÕt thrown about, but I never sensed any danger to the boat. Rory and Bob sat at the rear of the wheelhouse but I almost didnÕt know they were there.

When we slowed down to take the water samples and tow a plankton net for a short way, I had more trouble in controlling the vessel but for most of the time, Dave stood alongside me occasionally murmuring an instruction or touching the wheel or nudging the throttle.

ÒI think we ought to head back now and forget the last sample station. ItÕs taken us longer to get here than normal,Ó Dave yelled above the wind and engine noise.

ÒItÕs only another mile and weÕve come this far,Ó Rory pointed out, and after a short argument, his view prevailed. I felt he did this more to keep me working than for the necessity of getting the samples.

Dave shrugged when I looked questioningly at him. ÒHis firm pays for the boat hire so he calls the tune unless I think it too dangerous. ItÕll get very uncomfortable but IÕve been out in worse and he wonÕt like it either. HeÕs not the best of sailors.Ó I noticed he grinned in a knowing way.

Again the trip took longer than expected partly because I couldnÕt push the speed too hard in the rough conditions, and they spilled the first sample and had to get a second. By then the wind had risen and the waves crashed over the bow every time. ÒYouÕll have to go close inshore to get a little shelter before turning round, Polly, we could get swamped if weÕre caught broadside on in this lot.Ó His weather beaten face showed some concern but he gave another grin. ÒWeÕll have the wind behind us going back even though the tide is against us but weÕll jump about a bit. You still okay?Ó

ÒYes, at least while youÕre the pilot.Ó

ÔJump about a bitÕ, what an understatement. We headed back and I opened the throttle and slammed the boat into each wave until Dave suggested I ease the power, ÒYou donÕt want your master to get sick in the cabin, do you?Ó

ÒHow much faster can I go?Ó I laughed but eased the throttle back. What a helter-skelter trip. Exhilarating. Scary. Yes, but I felt alive, which is more than Rory did. He wasnÕt actually sick but he looked pretty green when he came into the wheelhouse and stood by an open window. I inwardly felt very pleased and thought of it as my revenge.

We tied the ÔMisty MornÕ alongside the barge and invited Dave and Bob on board for something to eat and drink; weÕd not been able to make a drink on the boat this trip and IÕd hardly let go of the wheel for the whole time. I needed to pee and dashed to the bathroom and also changed into my sweats. My welts itched and I could feel the muscles becoming stiff again, more so because my arms felt like lead from the strain of controlling the boat. Maybe they would have without the thrashing but I blamed my unjust punishment. By the time I returned, Rory had the kettle boiled and the bread sliced.

ÒWhat should we do with a skipper who deliberately tries to make her crew sick?Ó IÕm not sure if Rory intended it as a joke but it raised my hackles.

ÒWhat should we do with a boss that puts the lives of his crew at risk by his lack of proper judgment and failure to take the advice of a more experienced crew member? Should he not be tied to the post and flogged like this?Ó I turned my back to them and lifted my sweatshirt for a few moments and then briefly lowered my pants. I knew from looking in the bathroom mirror and seeing the chafing that occurred on the trip, that my welts, looked far worse than when I left.

Neither Dave nor Bob spoke at first then came out with, ÒJesus Christ Rory...Ó ÒBloody hell, did you need to hit her that hard for a simple error?Ó Both looked shocked and disgusted at the extent of my punishment, Rory even showed some remorse but never apologised. After an embarrassing silence, finally Dave spoke, ÒIÕm not going to say anything about the rights and wrongs of your punishment Polly, to do so would only lead to making enemies of one or the other, but I will say this, you handled the ÔMisty MornÕ like a professional seaman and I congratulate you on that. Yes, I stood beside you but only to offer advice, once you had a feel for it, you used your senses to ride the waves as smoothly as was possible in those conditions. I couldnÕt have done better. You did great, Polly and by way of thanks, I will pay for my own and my wifeÕs meal tonight.Ó

ÒNo, Dave, I said IÕd pay and I will. I enjoyed today far more than I expected and learned a great deal, so the meal is my thanks to you for today as well as my rescue.Ó

I know they discussed my punishment while I did the dishes because I heard the anger in Dave and BobÕs voices but they closed the door and I couldnÕt hear the words. They gave me a gentle hug when they left and Bob whispered, ÒWeÕre buying the drinks tonight, no arguments.Ó

Rory, his face looking very worried, turned away from me when we returned to the saloon and went to the lab room to sort his samples. They were still unopened on his desk when I went in later. In front of them lay the infamous strap. Fearing IÕd overstepped the mark by showing my welts and embarrassing him in front of his friends, I fled to the deck where anyone could see me and maybe I could summon help. Standing on the cabin top, I looked around but only a few boats were in sight and none close. ÒDonÕt give in this time Polly, put up a fight.Ó The wind blew my hair and irrelevantly I noticed it had calmed down a little. I looked for a weapon. Almost everything usable was fastened down. I grabbed a hank of rope that served as a washing line. Not the most effect weapon but I could wield it and slash at him and perhaps stave off the inevitable thrashing for long enough to be rescued. A sailing boat, tacked across the anchorage but that would take some time to get near; a motorboat steamed up the channel but again, a long way off.

Rory came out of the hatchway.

I took a defensive stance on the cabin top but he stopped when some distance away. His hands came up in a peace gesture. Wondering if he had some trick up his sleeve, I remained, ready to fight and even swung the rope a few times to show him I would use it. ÒOkay, Poll, IÕm not going to hurt you. The strap is for me. For you to use on me.Ó He repeated the statement several times before I really comprehended it. Gradually he approached and then sat on the cabin top near me. Still wary I kept well out of his reach and didnÕt put the rope down.

ÒYou said I deserved the same punishment for putting others at risk and if it will bring a return to our former relationship, I will take it. IÕll take whatever you want to give me.Ó

Slowly the implications of his words sank in. ÒGo below and undress and come back here wearing only a pair of sweatpants. I can pull them down easily and up again if anyone comes close.Ó Realising his punishment would be outside and semi-public, he hesitated but I ordered, ÒDo it, otherwise IÕm gone.Ó Five minutes later I ordered him to clasp the mast while I tied his hands with the clothesline. I held Rory prisoner and he knew it.

For a while I sat in the saloon, fingering the strap and debating what to do, leaving Rory to shiver in the cool wind on deck. My first reaction was to flog him hard, like heÕd whipped me, but slowly I altered my tactic and went on deck. The yacht tacked across the bargeÕs stern and I knew they could see Rory hugging the mast. I waited until they were further away before yanking his trousers down to his knees. He didnÕt even have an erection.

ÒRory Sturman, you no doubt, are expecting a thrashing similar to mine and probably you deserve it about as much as I did, but that is not going to happen. Strapping will only provide more excuses for you to thrash me harder for some trumped up reason in future and would negate our master and slave relationship, a relationship that worked pretty well up to the time you abused your power. Fundamentally, a slave shouldnÕt punish her master even if he is wrong. What you did with this strap,Ó I dangled it in front of his face, ÒMight have been acceptable in the plantation days but not now. You could have been in serious trouble if IÕd gone to the authorities or if IÕd been injured when I fell on the deck this morning or while out today and taken to hospital and neither of us wants that. A smacking is one thing, even one as hard as SandraÕs if there is real justification, but the use of the strap is out. Therefore, to save you the temptation of using it and in the hope that we can return to the pre-Friday relationship, instead of welting your body with it, IÕm going to...Ó I walked to the side of the barge and held the strap at armÕs length over the water and allowed it to flap in the breeze, ÒIÕm going to consign it to the water where it will not cause any more harm.Ó The wind blew it further from the boat before it quickly disappeared beneath the waves.

We sat in the saloon for a while without talking and I surmised Rory went over my action in his mind and I hoped heÕd taken in some of what IÕd said, but he gave no indication of it until he stood and ordered, ÒInto the bedroom with you slave. I want you naked and with your feet by your ears. IÕm ready to take charge of you again and to give you the fucking you deserve and I need. He certainly did and in spite of my stiff muscles, I did my best to respond.

We had a pleasant, no enjoyable, evening with Dave and his wife Peggy, and Bob with Sarah, a bubbly, stocky little girl who didnÕt stop talking and giggling. ÒYouÕll have to call round when you come ashore to do your shopping,Ó she invited, ÒI live in one of the side streets off the main road so IÕm close to the quay and the supermarket.Ó

ÒOnly if my master allows it.Ó

ÒAre you staying then?Ó Peggy asked. Obviously their husbands had mentioned my welts.

ÒYes, but Neptune is now using the strap on the mermaids.Ó

The birdwatchers

The marks of my thrashing disappeared after a little more than a week and we returned to a good master/slave relationship. I had a ÔplayÕ spanking three weeks later but I provoked it by being unduly cheeky and he reddened my bum without putting any great force behind the smacks. Afterwards, because of my period bleeding, he fucked my bottom but he did lubricate it first and heÕd already done it there earlier in the day so I could take it without too much trouble.

Mostly living with Rory became routine as far as life on the water can be. The changing weather conditions make every trip different and weÕve continued to go out with Dave twice a week and we actually took the ÔAnna MayÕ for trip with a party of bird watchers from SPOME. That made an unusual weekend.

Ten of them turned up on a Saturday morning in May, and, as we needed fuel and water, I took the barge to the quay and loaded them aboard there. Six women and four men, all middle aged or older. We planned to take the barge to the sandy, muddy shore off Seal Island and beach her for the remainder of the ebb tide and until she floated again on the flood. WeÕd then move to another site and when the tide ebbed sufficiently, weÕd beach her again. A few days previously we reconnoitred both places to make sure there werenÕt any obstacles and this all went to plan and the weather cooperated too. With an awning around the guardrails, they could sit and watch the birds through windows in the canvas and, provided no movement or noise, the birds would come right up to the boat. They did more than watch; they counted, checked, identified and tried to determine feeding patterns. During that time we had to be quiet and, being high and dry, we couldnÕt run the engines or the generator for several hours.

We didnÕt have accommodation for them all so they were told to bring sleeping bags and that didnÕt seem to he a problem. As I slowly edged the large vessel to the quay, I saw them waiting with their bags, cameras and binoculars and I think they were a little surprised that I, a young woman, piloted her. Fortunately, IÕd now done the trip to the quay several times and berthed her without a problem. We had three cabins they could use and I put two elderly women in mine, as I hadnÕt slept in it since my arrival. ÒIÕm sorry youÕll have to share the bed but that will be more comfortable than the floor or a couch,Ó I apologised and I think they were a bit shocked when they saw the slightly larger than single size bed. ÒYou can use the duvet or your sleeping bags but I would think the duvet will be more comfortable.Ó Then one shrugged and laughed, ÒWell itÕs only for one night and it will make a change to sleep with someone again. HavenÕt done that since my husband died.Ó The other woman voiced a similar thought. I put the two couples in the other two berths leaving two men and two women to share the saloon. ThatÕs when the fun started.

Two could have the built-in couches and two would sleep on the floor. I assumed the two women would have the couches and the men the floor but one of the men objected and vociferously complained of back problems to such an extent that Geraldine, Gerry, said, ÒWe were all told that we might have to sleep on the floor, in fact we thought weÕd all be lying down here, so it is lucky we had any choice at all. If it will make you happier Fredrick, IÕll take the floor.Ó

ÒIÕve brought a foam sleeping mat big enough for two, you can share it if you wish Gerry.Ó

ÒThank you, Ken, thatÕs most kind. IÕm sure it will be softer than the floor.Ó

ÒEverything okay, Poll?Ó Rory questioned when he came down, ÒWeÕre all fuelled up and ready to go. Gerry, youÕve been before and know the routine, would you like to get the kettle on and organise some help making the tea, please. Poll and I will be busy for a little while.Ó

When clear of the anchorage, the men erected the awnings and the ladies produced mugs of tea and biscuits. Gerry brought mine into the wheelhouse and stayed with me. In near ideal weather we moved steadily down river, at a slower speed than normal because we didnÕt wish to get to the beaching place too early on the tide and have to wait until late evening before we floated again.

ÒRory had an older man with him last time,Ó Gerry remarked, ÒYou been here long? You seem to handle the boat well.Ó In a friendly way she wheedled the story from me. ÒWow, that would make a novel,Ó she grinned, ÒAnd I guess you wonÕt object if I persuade Ken to move his mat to another part of the boat.Ó

ÒAvoid the galley because people get up for a drink or something in the night. I suggest you go to fore bulkhead and put the mat by the whipping post.Ó The term came out without thinking but IÕm sure she guessed IÕd suffered its use. ÒYou may have to move a coil of rope or two to get enough floor space.Ó

It fell to my lot to tell the passengers that they needed to use the toilets before we beached, ÒFor about six hours, until we float again, we wonÕt have electricity, or water to flush the loos or run the generator. We can heat the old kettle on the gas ring so we can have a hot drink and make sandwiches but otherwise, youÕll have to rough it. I think you we told this before you came.Ó

We beached without a problem and settled on the bottom with a slight tilt but these old barges were designed to sit on mud flats and sandy shores with a full cargo of grain or wood. It was then, Ôkeep out of sightÕ, time. For a while I watched the ÔtwitchersÕ, although I didnÕt dare use the term to serious birdwatchers, peer at the receding water and the birds that flew in to feed on the shore as it became exposed. I also noticed that Fredrick had little problem with his back when on the hard deck looking through his telescope. I heard many excited whispered comments on the birds they saw but I think they were all glad when the water returned and the birds left our area and they could stand and stretch their legs again.

I motored the barge to a safe anchorage for a few hours and Rory dropped the anchor. ÒYou have about five hours before we beach her again so I suggest you try and get some sleep. Tomorrow you may see seals as well as birds,Ó Rory informed them but I expect they knew that.

We had chores to do to make things tidy and shipshape and ready for the very early departure before we could go below. Deliberately I went down the fore hatch and along the passage by the whipping post and sure enough, Gerry and Ken were on the floor there, both sleeping bags zipped together and in an embrace that left me in no doubt, Ken had his prick inside her.Ó I quietly said, ÒGoodnight,Ó and carried on.

More surprising was the kissing sounds emanating from my berth. The two older ladies had gone down before we floated and I expected them to be fast asleep but IÕm sure they were fondling each other although I didnÕt dare look in. Rory wanted a quick fuck so IÕm guess they heard me cry out in the throws of my orgasm.

Gerry stood beside me in the wheelhouse on the way home after theyÕd had another session on the beach. ÒYou enjoyed yourself last night?Ó I asked with a smile.

ÒOnly one problem, the night was too short.Ó

ÒIf you want a little more time together, stay on the barge when I take the first group ashore. IÕm only allowed to take eight in the launch. Use any of the berthÕs except the main one and Rory will keep out of the way.Ó

Lady Penny

A week later I returned to the launch after a shopping trip and visiting Sarah, probably staying longer than I intended. ÒWho are you?Ó a tall, casually but expensively dressed woman demanded as I stowed the groceries in the locker.

I took an instant dislike to the dominating woman with the aristocratic accent. ÒPolly.Ó I didnÕt offer any further information.

ÒWhereÕs Mr. Sturman?Ó

ÒOn the barge.Ó

ÒI presume you work for him then, or are one of his regular whores.Ó I didnÕt answer but started the engine and checked the fuel. ÒYou will take me to him, girl. I assume you are competent to handle that boat.Ó

ÒHi, Master,Ó I phoned and thought IÕd better be in slave mode in case the woman was someone special, ÒI have a woman on the quay wanting to see you.Ó

ÒWho is it?Ó

ÒWho are you?Ó I asked the woman.

ÒJust say, Penny.Ó

He ordered me to bring her but didnÕt sound too pleased. With a moderate breeze there were a few waves and some minor splashing occurred but until a powerboat overtook us at high speed and created a huge wash, I didnÕt have a chance to give her a soaking but when the wave came, I made sure we hit it at the right angle to throw water right over her. ÒSorry, Penny, MaÕam, those powerboats shouldnÕt go as fast in the anchorage.Ó I tried to make the apology sound sincere.

ÒYou incompetent bitch,Ó she yelled, ÒIÕll make sure Rory sacks you for this.Ó He didnÕt and we laughed over the incident when she left. ÒAs you saw, sheÕs a bossy woman, has servants and people working under her and a rich boyfriend but his tame sex doesnÕt satisfy her so she calls on me once in a while. I donÕt think she found the sex tame today and I bet she squirmed on the hard seat in the launch on the way back.Ó

I thought it strange that Rory didnÕt come on deck to greet her and to take the launchÕs painter, but IÕm well used to mooring her myself. ÒGet your fingers inside the boat,Ó I yelled at her because she clutched the gunwale and they could have been trapped against the bargeÕs hull. She looked at me as though IÕd no right to speak to her like that and only at the last moment did she realise the implications of my order. Without acknowledging her, I took the groceries from the locker, placed them on deck and leaped over the bulwark. ÒDo you need the ladder?Ó I enquired with an air of superiority. If looks could kill, IÕd have been stabbed many times.

Leaving her standing in the saloon, I went to Rory in his office and said loud enough for hear, ÒMaster, Miss Penny is here.Ó

ÒHeÕll be out when heÕs finished a paragraph of his report,Ó I told her and asked, ÒWould you like tea or coffee?Ó

ÒSomething stronger and warming would be more welcome.Ó

ÒThe master will have to deal with that MaÕam.Ó I left to put the groceries away in the galley.

Ò... you ought to dismiss an incompetent woman like her Rory. SheÕs slovenly and deliberately soaked me. My clothes are saturated. How did you find such a useless creature?Ó I heard the woman complain through the open door.

ÒPolly is my harem slave and serves my sexual needs, that she is incompetent and useless, is far from the truth. In bed, she is great and there are few on this river that can handle the launch or this barge as well as her. She brought you here safely and IÕve no doubt there were reasons why you got wet. IÕm sure she would have found you a plastic cape if she thought youÕd condescend to wear it.Ó He turned to me, ÒHelp her off with her wet things and hang them to dry while I get her a shot of rum.Ó

ÒI can do it myself...Ó

ÒBest let me MaÕam. DonÕt need to annoy the master.Ó

IÕd soaked her better than I thought. The water had gone through her light jacket and blouse and soaked the waistband area of her trousers. Rory placed her drink on a table and watched as I undressed her and hung each item of clothing over a chair as I removed it. A slow strip tease. I soon had her naked from the waist up and her full tits on show. ÒPlease sit, MaÕam, while I remove your shoes.Ó

After removing her trousers, I started to slide her knickers down. ÒTheyÕre not wet,Ó she objected but I said theyÕd be coming off shortly anyway. IÕm sure her objections were more due to the fact that a servant undressed her than for showing her mound. Her line of shaved dark pubic hair contrasted with the light blonde of her head hair and I wondered if she shaved it herself or had her hairdresser do it. ÒI ought to get a towel, Master, to dry her back.Ó Rory nodded and smiled when I rubbed her vigorously all over. At least her womanhood became wet.

ÒTake her in the main berth and get her ready, Polly.Ó

ÒI donÕt want her there as well.Ó

ÒOn this boat you do as you are told otherwise you know what happens.Ó

ÒYou wouldnÕt, not in front of a servant!Ó

Hardly had the words left her mouth and she found herself over RoryÕs lap and when she started kicking, I held her legs on either side of my body to openly display her sex. Rory gave her a ÔSandra spankingÕ that brought tears to her eyes and I wondered if sheÕd been spanked before. ÒNow take her in the main berth and get her ready, Polly and if she gives you any trouble, IÕll give her another dose. You prepare yourself too.Ó I knew from when Ronnie came, what he expected of me.

Quickly shedding my own clothes, I kissed her tears and then fully on the mouth. She didnÕt start to respond until I sucked her nipples and massaged her tits but when I finally arrived at her cunt, her juices flowed and she showed signs of enjoying my ministrations. By then Rory had arrived and stood naked by the berth and I gave his prick a quick suck, ÒSheÕs ready for your big prick, Sir,Ó I said crudely.

Rory fucked her hard and roughly but heÕd fucked me earlier so it took a while before he came, meanwhile, with the help of my fingers, she had two orgasms.

ÒMy slave needs some satisfaction too,Ó Rory announced when he withdrew, ÒGet on top of her, Poll, sixty-nine position and let her suck you off while you clean her up.Ó In her euphoric state after her climaxes, Penny didnÕt object and when I came and collapsed on her body, she didnÕt push me away.

ÔSmack,Õ RoryÕs hand landed on my bum, ÒOrganise some lunch slave.Ó Back to earth.

Bank Holiday weekend

A few days before the Spring Bank holiday at the end of May, Ronnie phoned and asked Rory if she could stay with us over the weekend. ÒSandra is away and sheÕd like to go sailing if the weatherÕs good and sheÕs willing to be a slave like you,Ó he told me after heÕd agreed. IÕm only a slave, after all and canÕt expect to have a say when her master wants to take in another woman, but I didnÕt really mind except that my period was due and I felt a bit squeamish about Ronnie watching while I got fucked in the arse.

She arrived late on Friday, darkness had almost descended on the flat calm water and as the boat pushed its way through the water, we threw up showers of phosphorescence. Magical. Myriads of tiny creatures cause this and I tried to explain the phenomena to Ronnie having seen the miniscule round globules under the microscope. I thought it boded well for the weekend.

Indeed, Saturday was glorious. Ronnie slept in our bed Friday night and Rory, of course, fucked her but I wasnÕt left out and Ronnie used her lesbian talents on me. We took the ÔEsmeraldaÕ out in light winds and sailed further up the river than IÕd been before. I enjoyed the sail but prefer to have an engine underneath me and to be in full control of where I wish to go. On the other hand, Ronnie likes the vagaries of the wind and harnessing them to make the boat move.

As IÕd predicted, my period came that day but Rory left me alone and concentrated on fucking Ronnie. My hopes that he would continue to use her were dashed next morning. ÒBend over the bed,Ó he ordered and when he left my Tampon in, I knew Ronnie would witness my bum being fucked. Not only witness it, but assisting.

ÒHold her arse cheeks apart, Slave Ronnie,Ó he ordered and applied a liberal dose of Vaseline to my hole and his prick. It still caused too much pain to do it dry but with lubrication, I could take it with only a little discomfort.

ÒWill it really go in?Ó Ronnie questioned. She found out shortly as he slowly forced his prick passed the entrance.

ÒThatÕs the worst part,Ó I told her, ÒOnce itÕs in, then it can get quite pleasurable.Ó She watched as he started slowly and then, when my own lubrication began to help, fucked me at a normal pace until he sent his sperm into my bowels.

ÒI donÕt think IÕm ready to try that yet,Ó she commented, ÒIÕve only had it in my vagina a few times and at college, I have a roommate that is more into women and that suits me. I donÕt know what will happen if or when I get a proper boyfriend.Ó I remembered my college roommate.

WeÕd planned to refuel the barge on the Sunday before going sailing again because we were getting low on water and diesel for the generators, and had cast off from the mooring when I had a phone call from Leo. With many more boats on moorings in the anchorage now and with a fleet of sailing dinghies and wind surfers darting about, I had to concentrate on navigation and couldnÕt answer. I saw who called and passed the phone to Ronnie who answered, ÒIÕm sorry, Polly cannot answer your call at the moment, sheÕs driving, but if you care to leave a message IÕll relay it to her when we dock.Ó

ÒHeÕs on his way to see you, Polly and heÕs already at Stensted so heÕll be here shortly.Ó

ÒTell Rory, please.Ó

With crowds of tourists on the quay and small boats trying to cross my bows, I didnÕt see Leo until weÕd tied up and had the hoses filling the tanks. ÒGood morning Mrs. Sturman,Ó he greeted and I knew he wanted to emphasise our relationship.

ÒJump aboard Leo, weÕll be leaving again shortly. Stay up in the bows out of the way for now – the front end,Ó I added although he should have known that. I had chance to introduce Ronnie but I knew heÕd come to try and persuade me to return and deliberately avoided all reference to our marriage.

On the way back to the mooring, with all the activity on the water, I didnÕt have time to talk with him and also decided to show him a little of my lifestyle by taking him sailing. ÒWould you mind making a few more sandwiches, please, Ronnie? ThereÕs no need to miss a dayÕs sailing and with the wind today it should be more exciting. Tell Rory.Ó She looked at me with some surprise and then at Leo and gave a knowing smile.

Ronnie had all the food and drink in the Coolbox on deck as we came to the mooring and weÕd hardly made the barge fast, when she transferred it to the launch. I shut down the engines, locked the hatches and pulled lifejackets from the deck locker. Somewhat bewildered, Leo hardly realised what was happening, especially when the young and attractive Ronnie in her form fitting wetsuit, helped him with his lifejacket and into the launch. I kept out of his way as far as possible. Only when part way to the ÔEsmeraldaÕ did I inform him of my plan to show him some of my life.

ÒNice breeze,Ó Ronnie commented, ÒWe should have a good sail today.Ó I knew she liked it when the boat heeled over and sped through the water but Leo looked worried. HeÕd only planned on a quayside, or an on barge, discussion and in his suit and polished black shoes, he wasnÕt dressed for sailing and the lifejacket made his attire look even more incongruous.

I noticed Rory didnÕt tie the launch to the buoy and just held her to the sailing boat and when weÕd transferred he pushed the launch away with, ÒHave a good sail, keep in the river. Phone when you get back.Ó A cunning move on his part to keep out of any discussion and leave the decision making up to me.

ÒYou sod!Ó I swore and laughed. Rory gave a two-finger salute.

With the wind slightly on the starboard quarter, we sped along with the spinnaker set and, with the boat on a fairly even keel, Leo relaxed. I took the helm while Ronnie kept the spinnaker drawing well. The water rushed by and I knew it would be a different story when we had to tack our way back up the river.

ÒLetÕs go up SolomonÕs Creek a little way and anchor for lunch, itÕll be calmer there and a bit sheltered from the wind.Ó The creek, a tributary near the mouth of the Blest, had a wide bay with rolling hills on either side.

ÒGood idea,Ó Ronnie agreed and started to gather the spinnaker. I noticed how Leo kept his eye on her lithe form and watched her every move. We tacked to a spot close to other boats and dropped the anchor.

ÒI can see what you are trying to do, Polly, but I think any discussion on our marriage would be better done with Rory present,Ó LeoÕs comment stifled anything I planned to say, for which I was thankful. I didnÕt wish to spoil a nice day out for Ronnie and me.

ÒWell, he is my owner so he has the final say,Ó I answered, knowing that wasnÕt wholly true.

We did talk a little about my life but more about Ronnie and her work at college but her reasons for staying with us on the barge came into it too. Some of our doings obviously shocked LeoÕs sensibilities and once we noticed this, we deliberately said things that would shock him more and by the time we packed the food away, IÕm pretty sure heÕd decided I wouldnÕt be returning with him.

ÒCan I take her back?Ó Ronnie asked. I agreed knowing she liked the tacking against the wind better than I did and would drive the boat harder. Leo would not sit comfortably during the return journey. He certainly didnÕt, and his suit became soaked with the spray as we bounced through the choppy water although Ronnie didnÕt deliberately try to wet him. The ÔEsmeraldaÕ isnÕt a racing boat but she has a good turn of speed in the right conditions but even so, against the wind and tide, the trip back took far longer than the outward one.

I controlled the jib and sat out as far as I could to keep the boat up and eventually Leo got the hang of ducking under the boom and moving to the other side when Ronnie called ÔLee-oh!Ó My clothes got pretty wet too but with all the work, I kept warm and laughed at the exhilaration of being part of a living machine. Ronnie laughed happily too and in her wet suit didnÕt worry about the spray, Leo, though, sat miserably through it without a hint of enjoyment. His mood wasnÕt helped when Rory picked us up and asked, ÒWhat? Did you have to throw him overboard?Ó

As usual we went down the fore hatch to an area where we removed our wet clothes and hung them to dry and set the fan heater going. Ronnie helped Leo untangle the straps of his lifejacket while I stripped off and grabbed a towel to dry my hair. Leo turned his head away. Seeing this, Ronnie winked and started unbuttoning his jacket and continued to ignore his protests as she removed the rest of his clothes. He didnÕt have an erection but it started to firm up a little and he tried to cover himself from her gaze. ÒYouÕll need to help with her wet suit now Leo,Ó I told him, ÒItÕs a sod to get off and I think she bought a size too small. IÕll go and find a dressing gown for you.Ó HeÕd just got as far as peeling it down her legs when I returned and he blushed because his face almost touched her crotch. What a pathetic man.

We opened a bottle of wine to have with the dinner and Rory caused his brother further embarrassment by demanding, ÒTops off, slaves,Ó and Ronnie and I had to sit in front of him showing our tits. I began to wonder about RonnieÕs motives when she shook hers almost in his face. Did she fancy him? I doubted it, seeing he was almost twice her age. Probably she just showed off her new found freedom. Leo drank more than I ever remembered and at the end of the meal gave a little speech saying that he now recognised that we were incompatible and he would start proceedings to annul our marriage. That lifted a weight from my mind. His terms were pretty generous too and he suggested that we try and remain friends and he would like to visit his brother from time to time, Òwithout getting soaked.Ó He asked me to clear the remainder of my stuff from his house as soon as practical so he could try and make a fresh start.

When afterwards he asked if his clothes were dry enough to wear so he could go home, Rory bluntly told him, ÒIf you want to get to the quay, youÕll have to swim. Maybe that will sober you up sufficiently to drive.Ó

We gave him my cabin and arranged to get away early the next day. Ronnie wished to get one more dayÕs sailing in before she had to return to college and Leo just wanted to get away and return to his staid, uneventful life. I knew he heard Rory plugging my bum and when we quietened down, heard him whimpering. No doubt the trauma of the day and the loss of me being confirmed, combined with the alcohol, overcame him. ÒSomeone ought to go to him,Ó Rory whispered.

ÒI canÕt, otherwise heÕd believe there was a possibility of reconciliation.Ó

ÒOkay, I can take a hint,Ó Ronnie grinned and didnÕt seem unwilling. She walked through the door, naked and we heard her tell Leo to move over before the door closed.

As usual I got up first and made tea and put the coffee machine on for Leo. Ronnie walked in. ÒHowÕd it go?Ó I asked.

ÒIt took a little while but in the end he got it up but he hardly put it in before he shot his load and withdrew again. I certainly didnÕt get any satisfaction but I also think he worried and felt guilty about his adultery even though you were doing it with his brother.Ó

ÒWould you like to take his coffee in and say weÕll have breakfast at BettyÕs in half an hour. WeÕd better get dressed too so we can go direct to the ÔEsmeraldaÕ when weÕve had breakfast.

Of course it took longer than that, especially when Leo wanted to press his trousers. My efforts were never good enough when I lived with him but we did get away fairly early and put up with BettyÕs interrogation when she served our meals. Dave and Bob came in and seeing us sitting there, came and pulled chairs up. ÒWhatÕs my favourite skipper doing today?Ó he asked and when I said we intended to go sailing he suggested we went fishing instead. ÒWe can take that mermaid too,Ó he joked indicating Ronnie. She agreed it would be something different and we went but not before he regaled Leo with stories of some of the things weÕd done especially on the trip where Rory had almost been sick.

We had a good day out and came back with enough fish for dinner. Leo left with a hug and kiss from Ronnie and me and I promised weÕd visit the following weekend to collect my stuff.

ItÕs now the second week into June and the weather is warming up, even on the water the temperature makes bulky sweaters unnecessary. So thatÕs the situation at this time. RoryÕs in his office checking samples, IÕm in the galley cooking dinner, naked except for an apron, and going through in my mind all that has happened and the changes in my life since being given as a birthday present on April 14th, only a few weeks ago but which made such a major change in my life.

Finis