Lady Beverly is counting on a strict governess to convince her daughter to marry a rich captain, and it seems to be working, but then Miss Beverly’s ship is captured en route by The Pirate King, and he has a better idea for this young woman. Things don’t look good for Beverly’s bottom, but when she runs afoul of a Swamp Hag during her escape, things go…loopy. [FF/f, M/f, M/F, implied sex]
The Swamp Hag & Beverly’s Bottom
a spanking story
by Pygmalion, Esq.
Copyright 2012
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The Swamp Hag & Beverly’s Bottom
by Pygmalion, Esq.
The cries of pain and pleas for mercy from the next room became distracting.
“Well, of course she must be punished,” sighed Lady Beverly.
She set aside her novel and stood up. She straightened her skirts as she strode toward the nursery—albeit now that her daughter was fully grown, it had been repurposed from child-rearing to the specific needs of domestic discipline. She paused briefly outside the door as she heard the sharp crack! of the rod against her daughter’s bottom, and the subsequent squeal. She opened the door.
“Now, Miss Beverly,” the governess was saying, patting the young woman’s back with the thin stick-rod. “Won’t you be brave, and take your beating like a lady?” The young woman in question was naked from the waist down, her petticoats lying in a small heap next to the long wooden horse to which she was attached at the ankles and wrists. There was just enough give in the straps for her bottom, the white now marked with red lines, to wriggle in pain and nervous anticipation. The governess wound up and brought the rod down again with a crack! and her young ward arched her back in pain.
“Please, Mrs. Nebbors,” the girl sobbed. “Isn’t it enough?”
“No,” said Lady Beverly, closing the door behind her and walking forward.
“G’day, m’lady,” said Mrs. Nebbors, holding the rod at her side.
Lady Beverly acknowledged the woman with a curt nod, then ran her hand along her daughter’s bottom, feeling the girl wince at her touch. She slapped her hand down, hard, and ignored the gasp. “Have you learned your lesson, daughter?”
“No!”
“You’ll marry Captain Trype,” said Lady Beverly, with a sigh. “There’s no use fighting it.”
“I don’t even like him!” the young woman said, trying to kick her legs in futile protest. The straps tightened around her ankles, holding her in place. The girl’s bottom quivered on the padded leather of the horse. “You can’t make me!”
“I can,” said Lady Beverly. “You’ll be on the ship before the week is out, on your way to wedded bliss, in Virginia.”
“No!”
“You are a willful and naughty young woman,” said Lady Beverly, injecting disappointment into her voice.
“Please…”
“Please yourself, young woman. You’ll not let the family down.” She nodded to Mrs. Nebbors. “Carry on.”
“Yes, m’lady,” the governess said, stepping forward with the stick held up in a muscular arm.
Lady Beverly shut the door as the beating resumed, with, she suspected, added vigor. She decided to take her tea in the garden. She had a voyage to arrange. Besides, the garden was out of earshot.
***
The HMS Dunwiddie, being an Atlantic merchantman of the finest quality, naturally had a comfortable cabin for passengers, although it only had one bed. This meant that Miss Beverly was displaced to sleep on the floor when Mrs. Nebbors took advantage of the company of the first mate himself. Beverly had objected once, but the first mate had a very heavy hand and had been invited by Mrs. Nebbors to use it liberally on the youth who was between him and his pleasure. Her bottom had convinced her of the wisdom of silence henceforth, and not being bent over the end of the bed and spanked like a small child by a drunken sailor, in case he got any further ideas. So, she lay whimpering on the floor, caressing her bruised bottom with a delicate hand, and listening to her governess stifle shrieks of nautical orgasm.
Once the first mate had staggered out, Mrs. Nebbors invited Beverly back into bed, looking a little shame-faced at her treatment. Only a little, though. “Won’t you forgive me, Miss Beverly?”
“Must I?”
Mrs. Nebbors kissed her on the forehead. “You’ll soon be a new wife. This is good training for you.”
“I don’t want to be a new wife. Not in Virginia, on a plantation.”
“Well, you should get used to the idea, young lady,” said Mrs. Nebbors, hands wandering.
“Oh,” said Beverly, accepting another kiss from her governess. “Oh, dear.”
“And he is a naval captain,” added Mrs. Nebbors, her hands running down Beverly’s curves. “With his own ship and everything.”
“I suppose.”
“It’s for your family,” continued Mrs. Nebbors, then yawned.
Beverly sighed as Mrs. Nebbors wrapped her in the embrace of sleep. “I just want something for me.”
The roar of cannons woke them up.
***
The slap! of the tawse against bare flesh echoed in Beverly’s ears. She watched Mrs. Nebbors squirm, bent across the deck cannon, and scream as the large pirate brought the tawse down again.
The two women had cowered in their cabins while the boarding action raged above them, and, when the screams had faded, two rather swarthy-looking pirates—covered in blood, with naked blades in their hands—had retrieved them and brought them, not ungently, up on deck to face their captors. It had been cleared of bodies, and even now teams of pirates were holystoning the more bloody portions.
“Soon be good as new, m’lady,” a man said, and Beverly looked up, and saw a tall, thin—not unhandsome, she noted—man, a dueling saber at his side and a large hat set upon his long blonde hair. He wore an almost flamboyantly red coat that swirled around his knees, and he was looking her over in a way no gentlemen should, but she couldn’t look away when he took her eyes in his and held them. “Please allow me to introduce myself: Admiral William Ohm.”
“The Pirate King,” gasped Mrs. Nebbors.
“Have I met you before?” the Admiral said, as if noticing the governess for the first time. He didn’t wait for a reply, instead returning his attention to Beverly. “Perhaps, m’lady, you can introduce your companion?”
“She’s Mrs.— ” Beverly began, then a rather dark smile played across her lips. “She’s my cruel governess, Admiral. Who beats me.”
“Why I never!” blustered Mrs. Nebbors.
“Can’t have that,” mused Ohm, stepping down to the main deck and looking the cowering woman over. “Can’t have that at all. If anybody is going to beat young ladies of quality, it will be me.” He shot Beverly a glance, and she felt a twinge in her bottom. “Mr. Christian!” the Admiral shouted, and several orders later, Mrs. Nebbors was stripped bare and thrown over the cannon and the tawse was having its brutal way with her.
“Oh dear,” said Beverly, watching from the quarterdeck.
“It’s the only suitable punishment, m’lady Beverly,” said The Pirate King smoothly. “You will be my guest on the MYS Fleet of Foot.”
“MYS?”
“My Ship.”
“Of course,” said Beverly, with a curtsy, trying to ignore the shrieks of pain in the background. “What will happen to me?”
“When we get to The Pirate Bay—my kingdom,” he added as an aside, and Beverly felt his hand run down her shoulder, along the curve of her hip and settle on her bottom. “We’ll see what can be done with you.”
She tried to move away, but his arm snaked around her waist and dragged her toward him in an iron grip. “You’re my property, now, m’lady.” He swept his free arm over the beating-in-progress. “And I’ll do with you as I like.”
“But—”
“Mr. Christian!”
“Yah, Admiral?” said the man, pausing in the beating.
“I have decided to give you a ship, this one. Choose a prize crew and name it what you like.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“I have also decided to give you a woman,” the Admiral continued, nodding at the squirming ex-governess. “For your voyage back to The Pirate Bay.”
“Fine by me, Admiral,” said Mr. Christian, touching his forelock and taking Mrs. Nebbors roughly by the arm. She squealed in surprise, but Beverly thought she could hear an undertone of delight and anticipation in her former governess.
“You will, of course, continue her daily beatings until you arrive.”
Mrs. Nebbors whimpered as Mr. Christian threw open the belowdecks doors.
“As you command, Admiral,” the man said, then tossed Mrs. Nebbors through and slammed the hatch behind them.
“Now,” said The Pirate King, turning back to Beverly with a satisfied look. “That’s settled. Let’s proceed to my ship and…dine.”
***
Dinner was liver, onions and hardtack. “I apologize for the lack of bread,” said William Ohm, lifting a glass of fine wine in Beverly’s direction. “But it moulders when we’re on the prowl.”
“How unfortunate,” said Beverly, nervously picking at her plate.
“You’re not eating, m’lady.”
“I’m…not hungry.”
“At least have some wine. Stolen from the finest galleon, bound for Spain,” said The Pirate King, winking. Beverly laughed nervously. “By the by,” continued the Admiral. “Where were you headed?”
“I was on my way to be married,” said Beverly. “In Virginia.”
“How fortunate, then, that I found you first.”
“Pardon?”
“Why, I’m sure you knew: as King of the Pirates, I lay claim to droit du signor.”
“The…oh!” Beverly exclaimed, shocked.
“Yes.”
“I think, Admiral…,” started Beverly cautiously. “That…that would not be the act of a gentleman.”
“I am not a gentleman. I am the King, and you are my subject. I am entitled to your first night.” William ran his eyes across her body, then looking in her eyes.
Beverly looked away and crossed her arms across her chest. “And, and if I refuse?”
Before the last word was out of her mouth the Pirate King had stood and lifted her out of her chair by her arm. She gasped and beat at his chest with her free hand, dangling half off her feet in the air. His free hand came down in a stinging slap on her skirts, flinging her forward in an arc around her wrist, still held tight in an iron grip. The next spank met her bottom returning, and the third followed her along as she cried out. He stepped forward as he smacked her bottom, moving her across the room toward a sort of couch. He dropped her on it. “That’s—” he said, and Beverly heard his breathing near her ear “—not an option.”
“Please…,” she pleaded, as her skirts were lifted out of the way. As if in answer, she heard the unlacing of breeches, then her petticoats were forcefully slipped aside. “Please!” she said, kicking. Her stomach wobbled as her ankle was caught, gently, and placed firmly on the deck. A tear rolled down her cheek, then she felt a finger enter her and a grunt of satisfaction.
“You’re ready, then?”
“No, please…m’lord,” she said, although a part of her knew differently. There was a long pause. She felt the man’s breath on her back, and tensed, holding him inside her for a moment. Then she relaxed, the finger was removed and footsteps exited the room.
She looked up as the cabin door slammed, locked, then she threw herself on the couch and sobbed with relief.
And, she discovered, disappointment.
***
She woke up the next morning with a start. The ship was at anchor. She wrapped her clothes around her as well as possible and tried the cabin door. Locked. She turned and saw that fresh clothes, of a light material suitable to the tropics, had been laid out for her. Wishing she had a bath, she quickly changed, finishing just as the door opened and the Pirate King entered.
“M’lord?” she said, attempting a curtsy.
“Did you sleep well?” he said, ushering her out on deck.
“Yes,” she said, absently. The Pirate Bay was beautiful, a sprawling community centered around a fine harbor. She saw three large caravels docked, and several merchantmen. They were all dwarfed by the Fleet of Foot. “Amazing.”
“I like to think so,” William Ohm said, ushering her to the side, where a swing-chair was ready to lower her into a small boat. “Will you accompany me to shore?”
Beverly suspected that refusal was not an option here, either, and answered by settling her bottom gingerly on the chair. While it swung out, The Pirate King clambered down the side and lifted her by the waist into the boat. The coxswain shouted the oars into position, and they moved in silence toward the docks.