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I couldn't believe it when I finally saw her in the flesh. She was way hotter than her mom - which gave an insight into why her mom was so hot - though quite petite and she got me increasingly horny due to her slutty summer dressing. She was curvy but knew how to carry her curves and her ass was just perfect. On the Sunday morning her mom went out and she went to take a shower. I knew the door didn't lock and that now was the only chance I would get, so I seized it. I quietly walked upto the bathroom door and was pleased when I could hear the shower running. I stripped naked outside the door and played with my cock as I listened to her in the shower. Before long I had got pretty hard and it was time to go further. I quietly opened the door and went in to watch her and masturbate some more. I soon had a hard on and then she saw me. The slut looked at me quizzically but otherwise just stood there. I opened the shower door and went in grabbing hold of her ass as I did so. 'Do you. She let out a little yelp and the knots made big red marks on her rear.'Harder, cabin boy', the Captain cried.The second hit was much harder and Tara screamed in agony.'Better', the Captain called out and I brought the whip down for a third time.The final two times, I did not hit her as hard, but Tara still yelped in agony and the Captain didn't say anything else.'Let that be a lesson to you', the Captain told her.'Cabin boy, take your shorts off, and your jacket and pass the whip to Tara'I stared at her horrified for a moment, and then complied. Why was she punishing me?'I told you to take orders from me and me only, and so you have disobeyed me''Yes Captain. Sorry Captain', I told her sincerely.'You fucking will be', she uttered as I bent over the chart table.'How many lashes, Captain' Tara asked'Five', came the response and I closed my eyes. I heard some movement and then...CRACK!My backside erupted into agony as the whip sliced across my rear. I let out a yell of pain but I had.
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He often charged her for sleeping with him and his lovemaking didn’t come cheap. She’d found that out when she’d slept with him in an effort to reduce her bond and ended up owing him more instead of less.“Oh, it’s you,” she murmured, her face inches away from his. She managed to smile at him. “You’re still here.”“You mentioned that I hadn’t finished, yet,” he said, grinning into her sleepy face, “so I stayed.”“Uhh,” she replied as brightly as she could. “Still here. Good.” She twisted around and hugged him against her bare, sweaty body. They both needed a shower, now. He recalled that she had wanted to do that earlier. He wondered how many hours they’d been asleep like that.“C’mon,” he urged her up, ignoring her protests as he half-dragged, half-carried her to her shower stall. He leaned her up against the cold, stone wall and turned the water on. She yelped as the cold water splashed down on her. He watched, delighted, as her body shook and her nipples hardened. The water got warmer.

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