Instead, he just grabs me - flipping me over and across his lap. I gasp loudly as he pins me down – no less effortlessly than Vinicus had done. One of his hands presses into the small of my back. The other brushes lightly across my red, burning ass cheeks – the touch as gentle as a kiss.
Oh, fuck – I curse my pussy for throbbing at the brush of his skin.
Then, Captain Aelon lifts his hand into the air and I brace myself – deeply regretting having challenged him in front of his crew. There’s the swish of air, and Aelon’s hand comes cracking down so hard across my ass that I gasp out loud.
In fact, I can’t stop the moan of pain from leaving my lips. Captain Aelon isn’t going to go easy on me – even less so than Vinicus.
I tense myself as best I can, knowing I’m due another ninety spanks – and that I’m in for a long, grueling punishment that will test the very limits of what I can handle.
Beneath my belly, Aelon’s cock is a hard rod of steel – prodding deep against my bare stomach, as if it has a mind of its own. The thought of how turned on Aelon is – and how massive the outline of his cock was – turns me on wildly, even while the pain flares across my red, brutalized cheeks. I never really cared about size of a man before, as long as he knew how to use it and wasn’t a selfish lover. I never met Aleon.
Pain, shame and lust are all mixing inside my mind – into a dark and intoxicating cocktail.
Aelon spanks me ten times in a quick staccato – crack after crack after crack.
It’s too much. My body goes limp, the fight utterly leaving me. I can’t handle it anymore.
I try to think of Theme, and how the twenty lashes he’d been sentenced to would have ended the poor boy’s life. In fact, I try to think of anything but the fact that I’m not even halfway done with this painful, humiliating punishment – and I’m about to break if Aelon doesn’t have mercy on me.
“Please,” I whisper. “I can’t handle much more…”
I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t beg for mercy. I’d told myself that no matter how hard it got, I’d stay strong. If my humiliation wasn’t complete enough, I’m not humiliated at how desperately I want to break my own promise to myself.
I’m about to be completely broken – and so I plead desperately to the Aurelian.
“Please…”
Captain Aelon hears my begging and pauses for a second, his breath harsh and ragged. He’s even more turned on that Vinicus was – and approaching the same point of no return.
I pray to the Gods for mercy… But, instead, his hand comes cracking down across my ass again.
The crack of flesh on flesh rings out – but somehow, the pain isn’t as brutal as it was before. It’s as if Aelon pulled back at the last second, so instead of an overwhelming surge of pain there’s just a light sting across my already red cheeks.
He’s going easy on me.
“Make this look real,” Aelon hisses to me, his voice so low that only I can hear it.
I sob with gratitude, and flop across the captain’s lap.
Spank after spank comes down again across my ass, but this time – instead of the harsh, overwhelming crack of pain – there’s only a light sting. It’s like his palm is kissing my cheeks.
I let myself go completely, sobbing in relief as I’m spared more of this brutal punishment. I let the tears flood from my eyes and roll down my cheeks, dropping to the floor. I writhe, struggle, and scream in Aelon’s lap – yelling and begging as loudly as I can, pleading for the Aurelian to stop – but I know now that we’ve reached a clandestine agreement; and we’re both now putting on a show.
To the crew watching, I’m really being punished – and I’ve been completely and utterly broken. They have no idea that Aelon is only lightly spanking me now. They still think I’m being brutalized and humiliated – and their cheering and jeering intensifies as they watch.
But in reality, I’m sobbing in gratitude. I’m gasping in relief. I have no idea why Captain Aelon had mercy on me – I certainly didn’t expect it – but I don’t question his decision.
Finally, it’s over.
“One hundred spanks!”
Captain Aelon makes the loud announcement to the crew, who cheer and jeer. Some sound disappointed that the spectacle is over, but others seem to have thoroughly enjoyed it.
I find it almost impossible to believe that my punishment is over. My body isn’t just on fire with pain – I’ve also never been so turned on in my life. My nipples are like hard, desperate buds. I know my trembling pussy is sopping wet – and, even worse, I know that Aelon can sense my arousal. He can taste it – the scent of my quivering pussy as appetizing and ripe to him as the scent of melons on the eve of harvest.
With a groan, Captain Aelon finally stands, sliding off the chair and propping me up on my unsteady feet. They give out from under me, and I instantly fall to the deck.
Vinicus takes a quick step forward and catches me before my bare knees make contact with the hard, metal deck. I barely have the energy to reach down and grab my pants, still lying on the floor where I’d kicked them.
Strength returns – but barely. I’m still nearly falling as I lean against the chair, my legs not working like they’re supposed to. There’s no way I could pull my pants back on right now – and even if I could, I couldn’t stand the thought of the rough, unwashed material of my overall pants against the
