Chapter 46: Book 1: Chapter 18 (Part 4 of 4)

I had an unmistakable big grin on my face as we completed our initial inspection.

We had left Jackson to get settled in his quarters. “How easy is it to make changes to the room?” I asked Anastasia.

“Depends how big a change you’re after,” she answered. “Any alterations require me to expend some of my stored energy, if you wish to save it for important uses it would be best not to blow it frivolously…sir,” she lectured dismissively.

It was high time to shock the cheeky minx a little.

“Good, I want you to add a series of pillories at the end of the bed. We also need sets of rings for securing collars and cuffs on the headboard, the posts, and the new pillories as well while you’re at it. I trust that won’t tax your reserves overmuch?” I commanded.

Anastasia gaped at my unexpected demands, speechless for the first time since I’d met her. She shook her head “um…right you are, sir,” then she blinked, the pillories and rings grew from the bed as requested.

Shana skipped over to the bed and tested out the rings by pulling them on.

“Hmmm, nice and sturdy,” she sighed wistfully and smiled widely.

I grinned and decided Ana’s lesson wasn’t done.

“Can we lock the room and ensure privacy?” I asked Anastasia.

She nodded, suddenly far less sure of herself.

“Excellent, do so,” I ordered.

While Anastasia went and closed the cabin door, I picked up a stool that had been under a dresser in the corner and plonked it down at the end of the bed and sat down and rested my back against the pillories. Shana crawled onto the silk sheets of the bed and lay behind me.

Anastasia looked back at me sitting there calmly and I crooked my finger at her. She trudged over to me reluctantly, every inch the naughty schoolgirl she looked like.

When she stopped in front of me, I left her to stand there for a full minute. When she tried to speak, I shushed her and spoke “I have been very accommodating and understanding with you Ana and need not have been. I could have treated you like a thing to be used and not a person. And how have you repaid my kindness? Why with disrespect and mockery,” I started.

Anastasia’s trepidation faded and was replaced with a cross glare at my words but when she opened her mouth to retort I tried something new. I exerted my will mentally and silenced her. The experiment worked and Anastasia was prevented from unleashing her vituperative tongue.

“Perhaps this is my fault, maybe I was too lenient with you and should have cracked the whip as soon as I stepped aboard. No matter, we shall rectify that oversight now, before the rot has a chance to take hold,” I informed her.

“Huh? Wh…What do you mean,” she stuttered worriedly when I released my mental hold on her vocal chords.

“You’ve been a naughty girl. What do you think happens to naughty girls?” I teased and raised my palm out a foot or so above my knees.

Anastasia just blinked and then looked about her wildly.

“Naughty girls get spanked,” Shana crowed in a sing-song voice from the bed, correctly interpreting my gesture.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Anastasia gasped.

I answered her with a small shake of the head and a shit-eating grin.

“Bojemoi,” she muttered.

I snapped my fingers then. “Assume the penitent position over my knees and flip your skirt up and out of the way,” I commanded and inserted the power of our bond to ensure her compliance.

Anastasia jumped at my orders and skipped over speedily, if not willingly. She lay down belly first on my lap and lifted her skirt up and onto her back as instructed. She had red silk panties on, and I grinned at her choice of underwear.

My mind raced in several erotic directions, but today’s demonstration was strictly educational and not sexual, so I resisted the temptation to caress her posterior.

“Good. Now, I assume you have some measure of control over the pain your avatar feels?” I asked carefully.

“Yes, sir,” Anastasia replied in a small, uncertain voice.

“Then, before we begin, I order you to feel every part of what happens to you fully, do you understand?” I commanded.

“Yes, sir,” she sighed with regret.

Anastasia had obviously hoped I wouldn’t be aware or think of the possibility that she could mute the discomfort from corporal punishment.

“How many do you think, Shana?” I called behind me.

“Hmmm, I think ten, on each cheek, for her first time, sir,” Shana answered after a moment’s thought.

I felt rather than heard Anastasia’s relief at her answer.

“You’ve never been spanked or disciplined in any way have you, Ana?” I spoke offhandedly to the squirming blonde in my lap.

Anastasia muttered inaudibly under her breath and shrieked loudly as my hand swept down forcefully and smacked her right cheek loudly.

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“I asked you a question, Ana,” I said sternly.

“N…No, sir. I haven’t,” she stammered miserably.

“I thought not,” I commented as my hand swept down and smacked her left butt cheek hard, which elicited a second wail of misery. “And for the record, those two smacks were for your tardiness in responding to my inquiry. You still have ten for each cheek awaiting you for your earlier disrespect. Although I think you now have a better idea that Shana’s suggestion wasn’t her going easy on you, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed slightly.

Her answer was punctuated by the sound of palm smacking flesh as I started spanking her with a steady rhythm. After the first couple, Anastasia bucked and tried to pull away. Rather than order her to stop squirming I put my other hand on the small of her back and held her in place. Based on what she had said of her life, I seriously doubted she had ever been treated in such a fashion before and Anastasia speedily descended into a full-on flood of tears and weeping.

Despite her reaction, Anastasia’s punishment detail was over quite quickly. I hadn’t spared the force of my smacks and my own palm stung smartly; no wonder people used paddles for their BDSM play.

If this didn’t modify her attitude sufficiently and was to become a regular occurrence, I’d need to get one. I lifted her from my lap and stood her up in front of me and she rubbed her reddened and sore posterior.

“You may allow that to heal naturally, but needless to say you are forbidden to speed up the process without my permission,” I told her. “Now what do you say?”

Anastasia stared at me cluelessly through her puffy tear-stained cheeks. “Erm…sorry?” she managed after a brief pause.

Shana rolled off the bed at her answer and stalked behind the short, curvy, blonde woman and smacked her butt sharply with her own open palm. Anastasia jumped at the unexpected contact and held her smarting rump with a cry.

“Ow, what the fuck was that for?” she screeched.

Shana’s actions had surprised me as much as Anastasia, but I decided to see where this went and remained stoically silent.

“You thank the captain for his discipline, girl,” Shana commanded the smaller woman imperiously. “And you thank him for his generosity.”

“His generosity!” Anastasia shouted indignantly, while still rubbing her sore behind.

“Yes, his generosity. He used his hand and not the strap that disobedient wretches deserve,” Shana punctuated her words with another smack to Anastasia’s butt. “And that he chose to make your disciplining a private affair, had it been up to me you would have been flogged publicly on the deck for all to see.”

I couldn’t help but grin evilly. Shana was really getting into the Corsair way of thinking, and I heartily approved.

Anastasia’s eyes widened at that. “You wouldn’t,” she gasped.

“He can and he will. Now, do I need to strike you again?” Shana asked with her palm raised once more.

“No,” Anastasia squeaked, and she turned to me. “Thank you, sir, for my discipline and thank you for keeping it a private affair,” she gushed quickly.

“That was barely satisfactory,” Shana remarked. “But it will do.”

I stood at that, reached out and gently took hold of Anastasia’s chin. “Ana, prepare the ship for sailing. We will join you in Navigation shortly.”

Anastasia bobbed her head and swiftly exited my quarters at the dismissal, closing the door behind her as she went.

“Well, I hadn’t expected that from you,” I commented to Shana once the door clicked closed.

“Why? Because I like a strong man to domineer me in bed? You don’t know everything about me, Torin. I’m kind of a switch, as you probably just saw,” Shana explained.

“Yes, well, just so we’re both on the same page, I’m very much not,” I clarified. “A switch that is.”

Shana laughed gaily at my clarification. “I didn’t think you were, sir,” she breathed heavily. “Besides, I only like to get bossy with other girls.”

Her pupils had dilated, and she licked her lips prettily. My eyebrows quirked at the ‘other girls’ comment. Anastasia had said something similar in the dungeon. Let’s just say I was very interested in finding out just how true those sentiments were.

But not right now, it was too soon to press Ana on that score.

However, the subject of sexy time had been broached and here we were in relative safety and privacy. Oh, and is that a huge fucking bed with black silk sheets right behind me? Why, yes, Torin, yes it is.

I stepped in close to the dark-haired woman in front of me and tsked. “Unfortunately, I don’t recall giving you permission to behave in such a forward manner.”

Shana bit her lower lip. “No, sir. You did not,” she responded meekly.

“As I thought. Well, that makes you a very naughty girl and what happens to naughty girls?” I asked, echoing my earlier question to Anastasia as I brushed her hair past her elongated ear and tickled it softly.

Shana shuddered at the soft touch and squeaked. “They…they get spanked.”

“Indeed, but for your punishment, I think we will require the additional humiliation of stripping you bare and after that, you will have to make it up to your captain,” I informed her.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, sir,” she sighed, and disrobed in front of me, much to my delight.

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