sea maiden

A strong, firm hand grasped your ass and you wiggled a little in excitement as her grip quickly turned punishing. You didn't even try to make out the hallways of the Moby Dick or the people you were passing, everything fading into a blur of wood and fabric as you squirmed in Marco's hands in a mock show of getting out of her grip. You couldn't just give up on your torment once you were caught, that would be too easy.

Before long, Marco stopped, pushing open a door and going inside. The familiar scent of the First Mate's room filled your nose, the excited-nervous knot in your stomach tightening.

You shivered in anticipation, after so long without relief — as Marco had forbidden you from touching yourself without her permission and while you were just fine with breaking most of her rules, it only took one time being put into the chastity belt for a week to follow that rule perfectly. So instead you pushed at the edge of the rules, trying to goad Marco's restraint into snapping so she would fuck you.

You were unceremoniously dumped onto her bed, immediately scrambling up to try and escape, but you didn't even get part way off of the bed before Marco was grabbing you again, this time, manhandling you over her lap, a strong hand pinning you in place unable to do much more than squirm.

"Stay still, yoi," Marco scolded, hand briefly digging into the fat of your ass, which was presented deliciously on her lap. Just to tick her off a bit more, in for a penny in for a pound as they say, you let out a little moan, fluttering your eyelashes in case she could see.

She sighed, an exasperated, tired sound, but you could detect the tiny traces of fondness in her voice. You grinned to yourself, loving the effect you had on the usually collected woman.

Your smile was wiped off of your face when the first smack landed on your ass, the force dampened by the clothes you still had on but that didn't mean it didn't sting. You hadn't realized you had yelped in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden hit, until Marco chuckled softly.

"So you can stay still, birdie. Good to know I won't have to restart your training from scratch." She pet at your still clothed ass, your thighs clenching together as you anticipated a strike that never came.

"Tease," You hissed, gritting your teeth together. That was totally unfair! Marco usually loved to tell you just how much punishment you had incurred before she started, letting the fear-arousal ramp up as the knowledge, so you truly weren't expecting her to start your punishment so fast.

"I'm a tease?" She asked in a tone that made it clear she wasn't really asking, "Well then what you could be when you wore no panties in the busy infirmary all day today, bending over at every opportunity to show off your pussy like a needy slut?"

"That's different," You protested, although your words lacked any conviction, she was right you just refused to give in just yet, she'd need to work more for that. You always eventually gave into her, but it was no fun if you lost the game too fast.

"Is it, yoi?" You could practically hear the amused lift of her eyebrows in her voice, but you nodded your head anyway. She hummed to herself, quickly ripping your thin transparent tights and skirt off of your body until your bottom half was completely exposed to Marco, goosebumps prickling at your skin from the cool air now sweeping across your skin.

"Well then," She mused, tapping her fingers against your bare skin, "I suppose you'll just be punished for being a whore, not a tease instead, yoi."

Your head spun, trying to figure out what that meant, if you were going to get off lightly today — though you doubted it — or if you had just made your punishment worse by mouthing off to Marco.

But before you could get lost in your own head, mulling over the options, Marco made her move. She rained down a series of slaps on your bare ass, the stinging pain leaving you breathless with your mouth parted. You panted, Marco seeming to let you catch your breath before she continued your punishment or was it to cause fearful anticipation for when she would strike next, you didn't know but both options had your lower stomach tightening.

This time when Marco struck you, she focused on one area, making sure that you would be bruised for days after your punishment. You shivered at the thought of the ache, the pain of sitting down, of having to hie your expressions at mealtimes for as long as the bruises took to heal.

Marco spread your legs a little, shoving your hands in between your thighs to swipe two fingers through your folds. It was only then that you realized you were wet, practically dripping onto Marco's thighs and the bedsheets. You bit your lip as embarrassment welled up in your chest, as much as you knew in your head that being spanked got you off, it was always embarrassing to be reminded of that fact in the middle of a punishment.

"What's this, yoi?" Marco dangled her slick fingers in front of your face, grabbing your jaw when you tried to look away, "You do know this is supposed to be a punishment, right birdie? Or are you just so depraved you'll get off on discipline?"

You opened your mouth to retort, to try and save some semblance of your dignity even though you knew it was futile, but were cut off by your own yelps and moans as Marco smacked you again, harder this time, shivers running up and down your body uncontrollably at the sensation.

This time she didn't let up for a long while, striking your ass with her bare hand until you were a whimpering, shaky, mess in her lap, voice cracking on moaned pleads for mercy, of which she'd never give.

"Are you ready to apologize now?" A comforting hand running up and down your spine, and you fought against the shaking of your body, flooded with arousal, to open your mouth.

"Mommy," You whined, begging for something but you were unsure of what that something really was. You wanted her to stop, you wanted her to continue the punishment, you wanted to cum, you just couldn't put any of it to words. You shifted your thighs, the ache intensifying pleasurably, and you were suddenly aware of how close you were to cumming, you just needed a little more, the coil of your arousal tight in your stomach.

"Yes, birdie?" Her voice was calm again now, the very picture of the First Division Commander that everyone else saw, "What do you want from Mommy?"

You struggled, hips twitching down to Marco's leg in a desperate attempt to get some friction, to maybe topple yourself over the edge without help but Marco stopped you with another slap, this time to the tops of your thighs.

"Use your words." She scolded. You could sob, and maybe you were crying you weren't really sure, it was so hard to talk, to think about what you needed.

"Please," You wailed, barely gathering together the brain power to make a coherent sentence, the ache between your legs and on your ass diverting most of your attention. You clawed at the bed in front of you, desperate for something to ground you

Finally you were able to gasp out, squirming around desperate for contact, "Mommy, I need to cum."

"Oh birdie," She patted your ass in mock sympathy, "You didn't earn the right to cum tonight, yoi." This time you were sure you were crying, sobs catching at your throat before tumbling out of your lips, burying your face in the bedsheets.

"Please," Your voice cracked, muffled even to your own ears.

"If you're a good girl tomorrow, you can cum but you better be on your best behavior." Marco talked as if she didn't hear your plea, but you knew she did, her ears some of the best in the crew.

She picked you up in her lap, settling you against her shoulder, and you curled into her, greedily soaking up the physical contact even as your neglected pussy leaked onto her lap and your ass ached painfully from the position you were sitting in.

Marco pressed a kiss to your forehead before scooping you up to carry you to the bathroom, settling you on the counter, your sore red ass a stark contrast to the cool stone you were sitting on.

Soft sniffles and whimpers still fell from your lips as you pouted up at Marco, hoping that she would feel pity and let you cum but all she did was wipe away your tears with a damp towel before beginning to wipe you clean.

She paid special attention to your pussy, careful not to provide you any of the stimulation you so craved while cleaning you up. A pitiful whine slipped out of your mouth but Marco was gracious enough to pretend to not hear it, you weren't in complete control of yourself in that head space.

Your hands twitched, curling into the soft fabric of Marco's shirt, needed it to ground you as the clashing sensations of arousal-pain-chill wracked your body. She allowed that comfort, your punishment was already over after all, and you loved to cling to her for comfort after sex.

"Come on birdie, let's go to bed yoi," She picked you back up, seeming to know that your legs were too wobbly still to support your weight before walking back to her big comfortable nest of a bed.