Page 64 of Paid to the Pirate

Fuck,my cock was hard from her words and from the meaning behind them I saw in her adoring eyes.

“I want you on the bed,” I ordered. “You’re to remain there until I return.”

Though Charlotte scurried to obey, her submission wasn’t complete (I doubted it would ever be) as she asked, “Where are you going?”

I grinned. “To the galley.”

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The sight of Charlotte waiting obediently, naked on my bed, sent a rush of pleasure and power to my head.

“Turn this way,” I instructed, positioning her so that her arse touched the side of the bed. “Spread your legs and bend at the knees.”

Charlotte complied without protest, revealing all of her soft, pink cunt to me.

“Arms up. Place your hands against the wall and do not move them. If you do, we’ll have to repeat the punishment.”

Her eyes widened and her lip quivered with trepidation, but she slowly raised her arms and placed her hands flat against the wood. I could see her confusion in the crease of her brow.

“What you’ve done is no minor offense and for it you will receive no minor punishment.”

“I understand,” she whispered.

“No, you don’t. Not yet. But I’m about to explain it to you,” I said, unbuckling my belt. “You acted like a naughty little cunt tonight and that is where we must punish you.”

Charlotte’s mouth fell in surprise.

“That’s right,” I said, cupping her pussy with my hand. “I’m going to belt you right between your legs. Ten strokes. Maybe fifteen.” I watched her face flush with arousal and fear as I rubbed my fingers through her slick slit. “But first we need to get you ready. Bring your clit to attention.” I rubbed in circles there, just the way I knew drove her mad with desire. “Do you know why, Lady Charlotte?”

Her eyes were half-lidded. She shook her head back and forth, dazed.

I gave her clit a soft pinch. “Because it’s going to hurt more now that you’re fully aroused.”

No sound could ever be as sweet as the whimper she gave.

“Remember, hands stay on the wall or we’ll repeat that stroke,” I announced, backing up. “Now ask me to punish you.”

“P - please punish me,” she obediently requested.

“Where?” I grinned.

“On… between my legs?”

“You know what I want to hear. Or would you like me to add more strokes?”

“No! Please punish me on my… cunt,” she said, face flaming.

“You’re blushing harder than I’d thought possible, Lady Charlotte. Let’s see if we can redden your cunt to match. Brace yourself, girl, but do not attempt to close your legs or the stroke won’t count.”

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her fingertips hard against the wall.

I brought the belt down with medium force, testing. She yelped and brought her knees together.

“Legs spread! Knees up!” I ordered. “I warned you. Do that again and we’ll repeat the stroke.”

Charlotte groaned as she obeyed, offering me the target I desired. I brought the belt down again with the same force. Charlotte cried out, throwing her head back, but she didn’t break position.

I gave her a third smack of the belt, slightly harder this time, and she whined harder, but her hips bucked with desire.

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