Page 2 of Fierce Seas


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“Number one, I don’t want anything to happen to you, and number two, rules are in place for a reason. They need to be followed—and enforced if necessary.”

“Hey, I hired you. You work for me.”

“Not anymore, I quit. When we reach the marina you can take your stuff and leave, but I’m going to make sure you arrive in one piece. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He suddenly bolted toward her, but anticipating his move, she was already racing toward the cabins.

“Dammit,” he growled, racing after her. “I’m going to spank you so hard…”

“Promises, promises,” she quipped, laughing out loud as she ducked into her cabin, but as she was about to slam the door shut, he pushed his foot across the threshold.

“Have you ever been spanked, Beth, and I mean, properly?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“I didn’t think so,” he muttered. “This is long overdue.”

Before she could respond, he was inside and grabbing her arm. Bustling her back into the salon, he dropped onto the padded bench lining the wall and jerked her over his lap.

“Count yourself lucky,” he exclaimed as he began slapping her backside, moving his hand from cheek to cheek.

“Lucky? Are you crazy?” she protested, squirming on his thighs.

“I could’ve just let you fall into the water. In fact, I might just throw you in when I’m done. Will that get the message across?”

“Let me go,” she wailed. “What fucking message? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What I should’ve done two days ago,” he snapped, landing a volley of rapid-fire swats across her bikini’d backside.

“Stop, ow, stop, ow, ow, let me go.”

“I’ll decide when I’m going to stop,” he exclaimed, blasting his hand from cheek to cheek, “just like I decide everything else on my boat. Getting back to shore with little or no engine will be tough enough, especially if the weather worsens, and I don’t need to deal with your bullshit as well. From now on you’ll do what I say, when I say. That’s the message! Got it?”

“Yes, fuck, ow, ow, you’re hurting me.”

“This is what happens to brats,” he scolded, yanking her bikini bottom into the cleft of her cheeks and continuing to wallop her reddening skin.

“I’ll behave, I will, I swear.”

He paused, staring at her scarlet bottom as her whimpered words moved gratifyingly through his dominant soul, then yanking her off his lap, he jumped to his feet.

“Put this on,” he ordered, snatching up the lifejacket she’d left on the table and thrusting it into her chest.

“Okay, okay.”

“Yes, Captain,” he said sternly, though stifling a grin. Her face was blushing as red as her punished backside. “That’s how you’ll refer to me until you’re off my boat. It will remind you who’s in charge. Let me hear it.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Give me any more trouble and I’ll whip your ass so hard you won’t sit comfortably for a couple of days. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Captain, I’ll be good,” she promised, sounding like a sorry little girl as she slid into the bright orange vest.

“Stay here, and don’t do anything without me telling you. Got it?”

“Yes, Captain.”

For the past three days, sailing across the tranquil seas, Beth had purposely provoked the ruggedly handsome, sandy-haired captain. His milk chocolate eyes, chiseled features, and tanned, muscled body were enough to turn any girl’s head. But it was his subtle, confident authority and the wicked twinkle in his eye that titillated her.

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