Chapter Fourteen
Repercussions
When Dinesh came to check on me a bit later, I had mopped and dusted and was about to begin polishing the wood furniture, which I enjoyed, to be honest. The end result was so lovely, and the act of rubbing curvy pieces of wood with a soft rag might have been reminiscent of other things that gave me pleasure—a thought that made me laugh out loud.
If I couldn’t spend my time stroking Dinesh’s fine example of a cock, then I’d rub the posts of his bed to a sexy shine.
He came into our rooms and saw me using a cloth on the legs of the table that held the map and boats.
“Keeping busy, I see,” he said.
“Aye,” I said, straightening up and blowing a stray hair out of the way.
I smiled at him, but my smile soon faded as I took in his worried expression.
“Is…everything all right?”
He shook his head and strode over to the windows. He glanced back at me, as if he wanted to scold me for something, then shook his head and gazed out at the blue waters.
“Oh God, Dinesh. What’s the matter?” I asked.
I wanted to go to him, but he looked so cross I didn’t dare.
He then turned to me with an expression of disbelief.
“Is everything all right?” he said, repeating my question. “No, everything is not bloody all right.”
“Oh,” I said, my voice small. Normally I enjoyed when Captain Martin made me feel less-than, but not this time.
“You could have been killed,” he continued.
“I… What?”
“Last night. Wandering the deck in the dark, the boards and the rail were slick with rain…” He took a sharp breath. “You’ll sleep with the tether from now on. Either attached to the post or to me. Keeping you secure is the only way I’ll be able to… I’ll be able to…stand this situation.”
“All right.”
“Pardon?”
“That sounds…reasonable,” I said.
I had no issues with his solution. Tying me down would keep me safe, and I’d be lying if I said that the idea of Captain Martin tethering my wrist to keep me under control didn’t give me a strange, excited feeling.
“Reasonable?” he echoed, lifting his arms in the air, palms turned up. “None of this is fucking reasonable!”
His shout made me jump. My eyes went wide. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him this angry. He was normally so calm and steady.
I hastened to agree. “I know. I know. You’re right, and I’m sorry.”
He stared at me, his expression going from fierce to forlorn as his arms dropped to his sides.
“This circumstance is not your fault.”
“This is my fault,” I said.
“Rooster. Stop.”
“No, I won’t. Your life was uncomplicated and free and full of adventure before I came aboard your ship. And now it’s—” My voice cracked as I struggled to hold back intense emotion.
I hated to see him this way, and I did feel responsible.
He came toward me and I stiffened, wanting to be hard and factual and say out loud all the things I was thinking, about my stupid powers and the curse that was my existence. But before I could continue he had enveloped me in his arms and was squeezing me as if he’d never let go.
“You have made my life…so much richer,” he said with such strong feeling I couldn’t help but believe him.
“I don’t know…”
“I do know, Simon Bartholomew White. I do know, and I should punish you for doubting my convictions.”
I nodded against his chest, remembering what Domingo had said.
“Domingo said you should put me over your knee.”
Dinesh halted the soothing circles he was rubbing on my back.
I continued, my voice muffled against his shoulder. “Well, he said he would bring me here and make you give me a good hiding.”
The captain stepped back and held me at arm’s length, giving me a concerned look. “Whatever for?”
I shrugged, gazing at his boots, then shyly glanced at him. “Well, he said that a spanking might do us both a lot of good.”
Dinesh’s expression finally relaxed, and he looked more like himself again.
“He did, did he?”
“Aye. You haven’t done the deed in some time, but if I remember correctly, we’re both much more relaxed after.”
“Yes, I seem to recall that as well. Hmm.”
I shoved my thumbs in the waist of my trousers and scuffed the toe of my shoe on the floor. “Perhaps a good hiding will give us somewhere for our worries to go. For now.”
“I can see the sense of that, yes.” He reached out and touched my hair, smoothing the russet locks against my scalp and resting his palm against my cheek. “What shall I punish you for?”
I shrugged again, because I really didn’t care. I only wanted his strong hand on my backside, pushing all the scary feelings away and forcing me to focus on that one thing.
“For doubting your admittedly ill-placed devotion to me, Captain?” I asked, with the hint of a smile.
“Rooster. If anyone’s devotion is ill-placed, it’s yours.”
“Then punish me for that.”
“Punish you for giving me everything?”
“Aye. I’ve stolen your heart and given you mine, and now we’re caught in a tangle of fear and worry because we…we care so much for each other.”
“That does sound grave.”
“Aye.”
“All right then. Although I do feel the guilt for that is shared between us, I will do as you request, because I know how much you enjoy a hiding, particularly if I make you hold off finishing.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my nether regions filling at those words, even after all the emotional turmoil of our conversation. “Yes.”
“Perhaps you—and Domingo—are right, and this is exactly what we need.”
“Aye. We certainly shouldn’t discount the idea.”
“It would be rude to do so.”
“Aye.”
“Get the chair, and put it at the end of the bed.”
“Aye, Captain.”
I did as he’d ordered and placed the wooden straight chair where he’d indicated.
“Good boy,” he said, his voice gone deep and gravelly as he strode over and took off his jacket, handing the garment to me. “Put this on the armchair and take off your shoes and trousers.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Leave your shirt on.”
I nodded, doing as I was told, and removing my other garments. Being half-dressed made me feel more naked and vulnerable than if I’d been completely unclothed. I couldn’t explain why.
“Come here.”
He gazed at me with stern decision and the look of him, so focused on the task at hand, made my desire rise. My prick, which had been at a half stand with the prospect of a decent spanking on offer, filled even more.
I walked over to stand before him, the half-unbuttoned white shirt hitting me at mid-thigh, with my standing cock making a tent of the fabric in front.
Dinesh glanced at me and shook his head.
“Always inflamed by the thought of a good hiding. You were made for me, Rooster.”
“Seems so,” I agreed, giving him a half smile.
The familiar feeling of excitement, mixed with dread, mixed with a need great enough to topple me over, made my chest tighten and my palms sweat. In terms of a distraction, this was the best of them.
I expected him to either order me over his lap, or place me there. Instead, he parted his thighs and took me by the hips, pulling me to stand between them. I took a deep, steadying breath as I gazed down at him and placed my hands on his shoulders.
“Captain…”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been…I’ve been very naughty, you see…” My breath caught at the look he gave me.
“Yes. You have, my dear, sweet Rooster. And, as you know, my duty as your husband and as your disciplinarian, is to mete out an appropriate punishment.”
“Aye. I know,” I said, my fingers squeezing and relaxing on his shoulders, feeling their strength beneath the cloth of his shirt.
He gripped my hips with a firmness that thrilled me, keeping me in place between his thighs, as his blown pupils conveyed the intensity of his lust.
“But first…” he murmured, his right hand sliding down to slip beneath the hem of my shirt.
His wandering fingers spread over my arse, squeezing the plump flesh and sliding into my crack.
I gasped. “Fuck.”
He hummed, making no pretence of subterfuge, and stroked his finger over my hole, back and forth, then pressed until the tip slipped inside.
I groaned and closed my eyes, lightning sparking my nerves, the humiliation and submission of the indecent act a powerful tonic that made me flush and tremble.
“Do you love me?” he asked, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes.
I nodded, my breaths coming fast, his finger sinking deeper.
“Aye. Aye.”
My lips parted as he sank the digit all the way and touched that part of me that made my cock leak.
“Oh,” I sighed.
He stroked me in that secret place as I stood there, captive to his will, prepared to submit to anything he might want from me.
“This will make you hard and inflamed and prepare you for the hiding you’re about to receive.”
“Aye, Captain.”
So very practical.
“And will make holding off that much more of a challenge, don’t you think?”
“I do, yes. Thank you, Captain,” I said.
“What a good, good lad you are for me.”
“I only want to be good for you, Captain. Please, won’t you put me over your lap now?” I begged, fluttering my lashes and panting with the want of being arse up across his thighs.
He slithered his finger out of my arse, causing me to whimper at the pleasant sensation. He used the tails of my shirt to wipe it, and then he placed his hand flat against my belly, pushing me back so he could bring his knees together.
“Over we go, then,” he said, guiding me into place with a tug on my wrist and a shove at my back.
I landed on his lap, grunting as my shirt rucked up, and struggled for balance. He steadied me with an arm around my torso, whilst he used his other hand to push my shirt tails right up to my waist and expose me. My toes touched the wooden floorboards so I wasn’t completely adrift.
“Give me your right hand.”
I did so, wrapping my left hand around his ankle as a way to stay connected. We had gone too long without a spanking like this, and I hadn’t realized how I’d craved the indignity.
He took my right wrist in a firm grip, bending my arm at the elbow and pinning my wrist between my shoulder blades.
“Christ,” I murmured, my cock leaking.