On the Water part 3
After a simple but good lunch prepared in the galley by our two beautiful slave
girls, Ben decided to shut off the engine and transfer to sail power.
Again Laura and I watched from the stern as Ben and Amy unpacked a sail and
hoisted it to the sky. Ben kept up a running commentary as he trimmed the sail
with various winches and he told me that next time I would be helping instead of
Amy.
That was fine by me. I was anxious to learn all I could about running this boat.
The boat felt different under sail than it did propelled by it's diesel engine.
The ride seemed smoother to me and we rocked less in the swells which had
themselves calmed down.
There was also a slight list to one side as the wind pushed hard on our bright
colored sail.
It was exhilarating.
A short while later I was enjoying myself on the fore deck, seated in one of the
deck chairs with a beer in one hand.
I was now nude, my shorts left in our cabin after lunch, and thoroughly enjoying
the warm Caribbean sun on my skin.
Not that the sun could reach all of it however. Kneeling on the deck between my
legs, her hands locked behind her, her feet cuffed to two chains that were
attached to the deck rail, was my wife. She was in no position to take in the
view for her head was buried in my crotch, her delicate tongue lapping gently at
the head of my penis, her lips moving up and down the shaft.
The feelings were exquisite!
I watched the water as we sped over it, doing a better speed with the wind than
we had with the engine. A fine salt spray would come over the bow from time to
time as we plowed through the waves, keeping us cool in the warm sun.
The combination of speed, sun, beer and Laura's unceasing attention made this a
perfect moment.
Every so often I would glance back at Ben who sat at the helm. I could just see
his head and shoulders and he looked very relaxed and in control as he piloted
his baby across the sea. From talks with him I knew that being able to sail was
his one big luxury, something he did to get away from the pressures of his
business. He was in his element.
It also didn't hurt that he had someone like Amy to keep him company. I wasn't
quite sure what their relationship actually was. They weren't married, yet in
many ways they were. I gathered that Ben had met her at a party and through
circumstances beyond their control he had ended up taking her home. She had been
there ever since, going on many years now.
I smiled. I couldn't see Amy from where I was, but I knew she was there with
Ben.
He had bent her over the transom, the back of the boat, and tied her into
position. All she could see was the water scant feet below her head rushing out
from under the rear of the boat as it sped along. But all anyone could see of
her was her wide spread legs and naked ass as it stuck up high and vulnerable.
Amy was within reach of where Ben sat and I knew that he was keeping one hand on
her ass as much as he could, stroking it and giving it little love pats. I knew
he wouldn't hit it too hard though, he would spill his drink.
Why would he spill his drink I hear you ask. Well after Ben tied Amy down he
showed me an interesting drink holder he had picked up someplace. It looked like
a regular plastic cup holder that you would buy for a car, except that the
mounting end had a large butt plug stuck to it.
Amy's position was perfect for it's use. All he had to do was grease it up and
insert it, then put his can of pop in it.
Very handy.
I don't know what Amy thought about her ass being used as a drinks holder but I
couldn't wait to try it on Laura.
And so the afternoon went.
After a while I took Laura below and we made love together in our bunk, while
Ben sat contented at the wheel.
Then later after a quick lesson from Ben I relieved him while he took Amy down,
and I got my wish to try the cup holder on Laura.
Ben didn't seem to mind my being nude, although he made no move to join the rest
of us. Amy smirked the first time she saw me.
It was an hour later when I first saw land. Ben came up at that time and took
over the helm.
"Is that our destination?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "Not yet, but close. I have a special spot in mind for us
to anchor in tonight."
"Where are we?"
"The Bahamas, there are hundreds of small islands around here."
I nodded. "Where's Amy?"
Ben grinned. "Resting."
I smiled.
I watched as Ben guided us around the island I had spotted and headed in the
direction of another. At one point he sat back and absentmindedly put his hand
on Laura's butt for she was still bound as Amy had been over the transom.
He jerked his hand away and I smiled. "Don't worry about it." I said to him.
Ben chuckled and pinched one of Laura's butt cheeks, making her squeal.
He steered us around several more islands before speaking again. "Don, can you
go below and get Amy for me, it's almost time to stow the sail."
"Sure." I said, eager to see how Amy was resting.
I found her in the Master Stateroom, hogtied nude on the bed. She was also
blindfolded and gagged with a ball gag while ropes kept her centered on the bed.
She looked delicious.
I crept up to her and ran a finger along her side. She squealed and wriggled,
doing interesting things with her body.
I laughed and began undoing the ropes that held her to the bed and her hogtie.
I took the blindfold off as well but left her gag in. She was supposed to be
able to help with the sail and I couldn't see why she had to be able to talk.
When the blindfold came off Amy seemed startled to see me and began to blush. I
guess being bound nude with a nude man who wasn't your partner would make a
woman do that.
"It's okay Amy. I'm just here to untie you, Captain's orders."
Amy grinned behind her gag and allowed me to finish untying her. Of course I
couldn't help "Accidentally" brushing a few strategic places on her body as I
did so.
We went back up on deck and Ben directed us both while he stayed at the helm.
I worked the unfamiliar rigging and helped to fold the sail into its container
on the boom. While we were stowing it away Ben fired up the engine and we
continued under diesel power.
The islands were pretty close together here and I was beginning to wonder if Ben
knew where he was going when he eventually guided us into a small bay next to an
island with sandy beach. He stopped the boat and he used not just one but two
anchors spread wide apart to hold us in place.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Ben said.
I had to agree, and I wondered what Laura thought of it. Then I remembered that
from her position all she could see was the back of the boat.
I untied her and she stood up stiffly, rubbing her back, the ends of her long
hair wet from being dragged in the water. I guess I had left her bound like that
a little too long.
She looked around and smiled though. "Very romantic!" she said.
"It's private too. The odds are against anyone else coming here tonight." Ben
said.
"Have you been here before?" I asked.
"Every year for the past five." he answered.
"Do we get to go ashore?" Laura asked him.
Amy giggled. "You tired of sea life already?"
"Oh no, I was just..." Laura looked worried, like she had said the wrong thing.
"Don't worry Laura, we'll go ashore and have a picnic tonight. In fact why don't
you girls unpack the rowboat now." Ben ordered.
"Yes Sir." said both women.
Ben winked at me. "While the ladies labor, you fancy a swim?"
"Sure!" I answered.
Ben walked to the transom and undid a catch, allowing part of it to swing down
revealing steps that led down to the water.
"Great!" I said, and I followed him into the lagoon.
The water was warm and felt great to my sweat soaked body. We swam about and
were watched jealously by our woman who struggled to lift a row boat off the
roof of the 'Kajira'.
"Shouldn't we help them?" I asked Ben.
"They'll be fine." the big man replied.
They were. Amy and Laura successfully moved the row boat from the roof to the
water without sinking it. Amy jumped into the water to push the boat around to
the rear, while Laura stood in all her naked glory on the deck, her dark wrist
and ankle cuffs in stark contrast to the rest of her skin.
"Come on in Laura, it's great!" I yelled.
Laura smiled and jumped in, and soon the four of us were swimming and splashing
and having a great time.
Afterwards Laura and I shared the deck hose for a shower while Ben and Amy used
their private shower inside. Then the ladies gathered food and drink and we all
took the row boat to shore.
Ben had removed his shorts when he showered so now he was as naked as the rest
of us. It seemed right somehow.
It was good to be on dry land again, even though the sand was hot to the touch.
As soon as we hit the beach Amy handed us a can of bug spray.
"Use lots." she told us so we did.
Ben and I then looked for fire wood while the women set up the picnic and as the
sun began to sink into the horizon we had a good fire going.
It was peaceful and miles away from the busy hotel we were at only this morning.
I loved it.
I sat next to Laura whose ankles I had locked together with a padlock before we
left the boat. Amy was similarly bound and Ben and I enjoyed the fact that our
women would not be able to go a wondering tonight.
"So how did you like your first day at sea?" Ben asked after we had eaten. He
had Amy in his arms and was caressing her breasts gently with one hand. They
looked good snuggled together.
"Words fail me." I answered with a smile.
Everyone chuckled.
"How about you Laura?" Ben asked.
"Well, I didn't get to see much of it this afternoon." she said with a grin.
"Really?" said Amy, "Me neither!"
I laughed with the others.
"Perhaps well give you both a better view tomorrow." Ben said with a grin.
"I know that look." Amy said, playfully punching Ben.
"What?" Ben asked innocently.
"You have something planned don't you." she asked him.
"Would it be any fun if I didn't?"
Amy smiled and looked a little guilty. "No." she said.
"Are you going to tell us now or wait until later." I asked.
"Oh, it's better to wait." Ben said.
Laura groaned. "What is it with you guys and your surprises!" she said.
"Don't you like our surprises?" I asked her, squeezing a nipple.
"Ow!...well...yeah, but still!" she said almost giggling.
"Then you'll find out later."
Laura stuck out her tongue at me.
Ben looked at his watch, it was the only thing he wore.
"It's time Amy." he said.
Amy's smile faded.
I was puzzled for a moment until I remembered part of what I had learned about
their relationship.
It was punishment time.
Ben had coached me about how to deal with punishment if ever the need arose. He
was a believer in strict discipline and the cane and it seemed he was not afraid
to use it when he thought it necessary. He and Amy had established a punishment
routine that Laura and I were talking about using for ourselves. At a certain
time each day punishment would be given out if anything had happened during the
day to warrant it.
I wondered what Amy could have done today to warrant being punished for.
Ben lifted her off him and she got to her knees on the sand.
"Sir...?" Amy said, glancing at us.
Ben looked at Laura and me for a moment. "I think they should watch this Amy.
Considering how they are thinking of going the same route we did it will be good
for them."
Amy didn't look so sure. Online Amy and I had talked a lot about her
punishments, and while she had always been enthusiastic about their
effectiveness she had never said anything good about the act itself. Neither
had Ben.
"If she likes it then it isn't a punishment." he had told me often enough.
Amy finally nodded and bent low, placing her head on the sand and grasping her
knees. She faced away from us, her butt up high.
"This morning at the pier I asked you to do two simple things, show Laura her
cabin and then finish cleaning up. You took it upon yourself to ignore or delay
my second order. Think about that while I go get the cane." Ben told her. He
left the light of the camp fire and went to the row boat.
I looked at Laura who had a worried expression on her face.
"Are you okay, Amy?" Laura asked.
"Hush Laura." I whispered.
Ben came back, a rattan cane in his hand with a curved handle.
"Turn your head, Amy." he said to her.
Amy turned to face us. Laura took my hand.
"Amy. Anything to say?" he asked her.
Amy shook her head.
"Two strokes." he told her.
He took a stance and the cane fell.
Amy cried out, but didn't loose her grip on her knees. Her face was screwed up
in pain.
Laura gripped me tightly but didn't take her eyes of Amy's face. We both watched
in mute fascination as Ben struck again.
The sound the cane made as it went through the air was sharp, like a cartoon
sound effect, but there was nothing cartoony about how Amy cried out. She
didn't break position though and she sobbed gently in her butt up position.
Laura moved as if to go to her.
"Stop." Ben said. "Laura, you may go to her but don't touch her or cause her to
break position. I'll leave you my watch. She has to stay this way for fifteen
minutes, understand? Then you can touch her."
Laura nodded, but I could see she wasn't happy about it. I knew the
compassionate woman I married was just aching to comfort someone who she saw was
in pain. Just sitting idly by would be hard on her.
Ben took off his watch and handed it to her.
"Don, let's go for a walk." he said.
I got up and we left the fire behind.
For a few seconds I felt odd going for a nude stroll in the dark with another
man who was also nude. But the thought was quickly pushed out of my head by what
I had just witnessed.
After all the talk of punishment we had gone through online, the reality of it
was a bit of a shock.
"You okay?" Ben asked.
"I'm fine."
"You seemed a little white."
"I'm fine, but I have an important question to ask you." I said, it was true
there was something I really needed to know.
"Ask away."
"Was what happened really necessary or was that just for our benefit? I mean it
seemed like such a minor offense."
"Are you asking me if I'm the kind of guy that would whip a woman just to show
off?" Ben said evenly.
I thought about that for a moment. "No, I don't think you would." I said.
Ben sighed. "Amy has a habit of occasionally picking and choosing which tasks
out of the ones I give her she wants to do. Every once and a while I have to
punish something pretty minor in order to remind her that even the small things
are important. Now for a while at least she'll pay attention to what I tell her
to do, and she'll know that even the small tasks can mean as much to me as the
big ones."
We walked in silence for a bit.
"You do understand don't you?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I do. It's just applying it to Laura I'm having a hard time coming to
terms with."
"I know." said Ben. "That's what's been troubling you for a while."
"It's different now that I've seen it." I said.
"I know. Just wait until you try it yourself."
"What?" I asked, looking up.
"Amy and I have been talking about this, and so I gather have the girls. One of
the things we have planned to accomplish on this trip is deciding once and for
all if caning will work for the two of you."
"What do you mean, we?"
"We, as in Amy, Laura and myself."
I stopped walking and turned to Ben. "Are you telling me that the three of you
have been talking about this behind my back?"
"Hey, calm down. Laura knows how difficult this is for you, and you cant tell
me that you haven't noticed how much of a masochist she is. She's more ready
than you are to take this step."
"I don't know about that, she seemed pretty shaken up by it just now." I told
him.
Ben paused. "Where you watching her hands, when I was striking Amy?" he asked
me.
I shook my head. "No, but she was holding on to me."
"With one hand yes." Ben agreed. "But I noticed in the fire light that her other
hand was tucked between her legs."
We walked the whole way around the tiny island, not saying much after that. At
least I didn't. Ben used the walk to reveal the master plan that they had put
together.
When Laura and I were ready, Ben was going to hand me his cane and teach me
personally how to use it. I would use it on Laura, who Ben said felt she needed
to find out how it truly felt, and I would use it on Amy, the next time she
screwed up. In fact all caning for the rest of the trip would be done by me
unless I choose to refuse. But to refuse here meant not going back to it at all.
If I couldn't bring myself to whip Laura or Amy here under the best of
conditions then it was best that I left that side of BDSM alone.
As we walked I asked myself the question that had been bothering me for a year
now. Why was I so nervous about this?
There was no clear answer.
We finally arrived back at the fire and found Amy and Laura sitting together.
Amy was actually on her knees, I expected her butt was too sore to sit on.
Ben went directly to Amy and helped her to her feet. He bent low and hugged her
to him.
Laura and I watched quietly as Ben and Amy whispered together, an intimate
moment that touched us both. It was then that I saw just how deeply in love Ben
and Amy were with each other, as they healed any possible resentment over the
caning with that brief but powerful embrace.
I hoped that Laura and I had that kind of love.
We gathered our things and loaded the row boat, Ben and I carrying our women to
the boat as we had earlier carried them from it.
Ben rowed us back and I sat staring at Laura in the dark. Was she really that
eager to taste the cane?
As we snuggled in our bunk a little while later I asked her.
"You're not mad are you?" she asked me.
"A little. You know I don't like things done behind my back. But I want to hear
the truth from you now. Do you want us to use the cane as your punishment from
now on?"
"I want us to try, I want to see how it feels. It has to be better than your
brooding and the way you ignore me when you're mad at me."
"So you want a BETTER punishment?" I asked.
"You know what I mean. I want something quick, something that will be over with
quickly instead of the way things drag on right now."
I held my wife against me, her soft bare skin warm against my own.
"Okay, we'll try it. But like it or not, I'm the one that chooses whether or not
we keep doing it!"
"Yes...Master." she said with a shudder.
I held her tightly and we fell asleep.
End of Part 3
