So, have you finished your taxes yet? I know I have.
This Saturday’s excerpt is from The Counterfeit Confederate. Emily is a Union spy during the Civil War and she has been dispatched to London to determine the nature of a secret weapon being developed. Needless to say, this task does have is ouchy moments.
Here, Emily has been caught sneaking off with a fellow passenger, David. They have amorous intentions, but Lieutenant Anderson has other ideas…
However, we only get half a dozen paces along the corridor when a mate grabs my arm. “Sorry bloke,” he says to David as he pulls me away from him, “you picked the wrong bird.” Then turning to me as David scampers away, the mate says, “Lieutenant Anderson has asked to speak with you in the Purser’s Office.” Without releasing my arm he leads me to Lieutenant Anderson and then stands in the open doorway watching our exchange.
“Miss Tidwell, I thought I had made my position clear,” the lieutenant snarls.
“Yes sir, but I thought I was allowed in the mess hall,” I reply defiantly.
“But you weren’t in the mess hall, were you?”
I glance to the grinning mate standing at parade rest in the doorway and then respond in a vastly subdued, meek tone, “No sir.”
Lieutenant Anderson clears some papers from the table and gestures toward it as he coolly says, “Don’t make a fuss and I will use as much discretion as I am allowed. If the captain gets involved, he will insist upon a proper punishment.” I move towards the table preparing to accept whatever discretion he is intending, when I pause and look to the mate, and then with pleading eyes I look into Lieutenant Anderson eyes. He nods to me and then commands the mate, “This is not for your entertainment. About face.” Grudgingly the mate spins around to face outward into the empty corridor.
As I had done before, I lay across the table with my feet dangling above the floor.
This time, as it was my second offense, Lieutenant Anderson lifts the hem of my skirt up to my back. Thankfully, I had put on drawers! While he must be able to see some of my alabaster fanny through the slit, he does not untie the ribbon to open them. He does however pull the thin linen material taut over my right bottom cheek and then he begins to smack me HARD.
“EEOOWW,” I screech along with the first two smacks before I get my teeth clenched. Once I settle myself down he gives me five more hard smacks on the right cheek and then pulls my drawers tight against my left butt cheek before administering five more hard smacks to even my blush. When he finishes, as he had done before, he grips my left cheek, but this time he maintains his hold – he does not let go and his finger press into my cheek’s underside ever so close to my cunny’s folds.
“I do hope, Miss Tidwell,” he quietly says while holding firmly onto my bottom, “that we don’t have to experience this again. Next time I will not depart from the required proper punishment. Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes sir, but if I may pray to ask,” I gasp for a breath, “so that I may have a full understanding.” I gasp again, “Why is it that these rules only appear to apply to me?”
“They apply to all the unmarried females; however you are the only one with no escort. Thus, you are the only one under my supervision.” His fingers twitch slightly enhancing his meaning. “And the captain insists that I perform my duty. Second,” and he pauses for a relaxing breath and his hand gives my bottom a gentle squeeze. My buns reflexively squeeze tight about his fingers and I pray that the dampness produced by my body has not become apparent. “I have a personal interest in ensuring that your honor is preserved,” he finishes.
Personal interest! My honor!
With that he releases my bottom cheek and pulls my skirt back down to its proper place before assisting me down from the table. I am again a bit dizzy and stumble against him whereupon I discover that he is indeed aroused. Holding my elbow he leads me back to the door and says to the mate, “See to it that she gets back safely.” The mate starts to grip my arm, but I shake him off.
Damn the torpedoes – Full Speed Ahead!
Did you ever wonder where Admiral Farragut got those words? They were not a random cheer, they directed a carefully planned strategy. Reading The Counterfeit Confederate you will learn, with some drama added, what those words meant.
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