Page 136 of Fierce Seas


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“Uh, ho, I haven’t.”

“Perhaps you need to.”

“If you, uh, think so.”

“Try again,” he ordered sternly.

“Ooh, yes, please, Sir.”

“Close your eyes and don’t move.”

Her heart racing, Elizabeth heard Scott step from the stall and quickly return. Holding her breath, she waited for the hard, wooden brush to crack against her skin, but a soft, foamy sponge began slithering across her body. As he smoothed it over her puckered nipples and around her breasts, she moaned softly, but when he moved it back and forth against her pussy, she let out a plaintive cry.

“Close your legs and don’t let it drop.”

His murmured instruction took her by surprise, but she shuffled her feet together. A moment later, the back of the brush rested on her backside.

“Three on each cheek, but if you let the sponge fall, you’ll get three more. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered breathlessly, the butterflies in her stomach exploding to life.

The hard, flat wood tapped, then landed with a fierce sting. Though she yelped loudly, she was able to stop herself from wriggling,

“Here comes the second,” he warned, swatting the same spot.

Letting out a squeal, she wanted to kick out, but she knew if she did she’d lose the sponge.

“One more.”

The brush touched her sit spot…then smacked down with a fiery kiss.

Hissing through her teeth, she couldn’t help but squirm from the searing pain, and barely managed to keep her legs together.

“Now the other side, and this time stay completely still.”

“Yes, Sir,” she panted, though she wasn’t sure she’d be able to.

The brush slid over her wet skin, then slapped down three times in quick succession, the last hitting the sensitive area at the top of her thighs. As she closed her fingers into fists and let out a yowl, he quickly dropped the brush, removed the sponge from between her legs and pulled her into his arms.

“If I ever threaten to punish you with the bath brush you know what to expect,” he murmured, “but you’ll get more than six swats.”

Sinking against his hard, muscled body, she let out a heavy breath, moaning softly as his hand caressed away the hot sting.

“I have to clean you,” he whispered, sliding the sponge into the cleft between her cheeks.

Though her face flamed, and she buried her head in his shoulder, erotic excitement pulsed through her body.

“There, now my wench is ready for me.”

“Ooh, you called me a wench.”

“You know you’re my wench,” he growled, turning her around and clutching her hips, “and I’m going to give my wench what she needs.”

His rock hard member was suddenly plunging inside her pussy, thrusting with quick, strong strokes. The hot water stung her spanked skin, and his thighs slapped against her hot, prickling sit spot, but the stimulating torment fed her growing arousal. Arching her back and crying out his name, she caught her breath as he abruptly withdrew and prodded her back hole.

“Submit to me, wench. Give yourself up.”

“Yes, Captain, take me,” she panted. “Take all of me.”

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