On the Water part 15  (BDSM)

On the Water  part 15




Okay, so Laura and I were about to go into a nude only area at a BDSM party
on a tropical island somewhere in the Caribbean.  What naked perversions
awaited us inside?
Well I'm not going to tell you, not yet anyway.
Instead I'm going to tell you what happened to Ben and Amy.
Now I found out about all this well after the fact since I wasn't there to
see it myself, but I think I got a good enough story from my various sources
to be able to give you a pretty good idea about what happened.
It all started as they boarded the launch belonging to Philip Townsend, the
owner of the large yacht called 'DreamBoat.
"Sir." said the driver. "Mr. Townsend respectfully asks that you join him
aboard his yacht for a drink."
Ben glanced at Amy who's features betrayed nothing, not surprising since
they were hidden under a latex mask.
"Could you pass on our regrets to Mr. Townsend and let him know that we are
going in for an early night!" Ben said to the driver.
"Sir, Mr. Townsend would really like to see you and he also said that if you
didn't go to him that he would bring the bottle to you."
Ben sighed. "I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt, but I want us to get changed
first. Can we do that?"
"Certainly Sir."
"Thank you." Ben replied sarcastically.  He snuggled next to Amy and the
boat sped away from the dock.
"Does this mean you're finally letting me out of this thing?"  Amy asked
breathlessly, her corset barely letting her take in enough air to talk.
"I don't know, I thought I'd just leave you chained up on deck while I head
over to Townsend's for a couple of hours." Ben said with a grin.
Amy growled but said nothing, knowing that Ben was kidding but also resigned
to doing just that if Ben was really serious.  Their relationship was such
that if Ben decided that she do something, then she WOULD do it, their trust
and love ran very deep.
Ben laughed and when they reached the 'Kajira' he helped his armless
companion aboard their boat and went inside to change.
When they came out again they looked quite different. Ben had traded in his
latex and chain mail for shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, while Amy now wore a
simple cotton dress.
The launch had waited for them and took them across the fifty feet that
separated the two boats.
The 'DreamBoat was a big craft with several decks and lots of cabins.  A
sailor in traditional garb escorted Ben and Amy inside along richly
appointed passageways. Whoever Townsend was he certainly had money.
The sailor knocked on a door and opened it, revealing an oak walled drawing
room filled with comfortable chairs, cigar smoke and several men.
One of them was Townsend, now dressed in a real suit instead of the one
drawn on his skin. The other men were also in suits or almost as casually
dressed as Ben.
Townsend stood up, as did the other men at the entrance of Ben and Amy.
"Dear boy, glad you could make it, and you brought your lovely girl with
you.  Enchanted!" said Townsend, approaching to shake Ben's hand.
"Good evening." Ben said, looking at the men that were gathered. Ben saw he
was the youngest man in the room.
Townsend shook his hand then turned to Amy. "Ah my dear, at last I get to
kiss your delicate hand, may I?"
With a smile Amy held out her hand and Townsend took it and brought it to
his lips, depositing a light but sensual kiss upon her knuckles.
Amy almost giggled.
"Such a smile, you honor us with such beauty. But alas it has to go. Ben my
boy, we're strictly stag tonight in this room but I'm sure that we can find
something aboard to entertain the lady!"
"Oh, I didn't know." Ben said, a little confused. He turned to Amy. "Perhaps
you had better go back to the boat."
"Oh that's not necessary, she can go back with you later. My wife Alicia
would be glad to entertain her while we chat." Townsend said.
Ben raised an eyebrow at Amy, who looked at him with pleading eyes.  Amy
thought that this wasn't the place to voice her willingness to stay aboard,
but that didn't stop her from trying to say it with her eyes.  She wanted to
find out more about those tattoos and relished the chance to talk to Alicia
who hadn't said a word when they were together earlier.
Ben took a deep breath and saw his pleasant and athletic evening with Amy
slipping away.  "Okay, she can stay for a little while, but we cant be out
late."
"Splendid!  Carlo, take the young lady to the school room." Townsend said to
the sailor.
"Have fun!" Ben said, giving her a quick kiss.
"You too, Sir." Amy said with a grin, and she followed the sailor down the
passageway.
Amy wondered what the school room was, but didn't think much of the name
until she got there.
Once again the sailor knocked on the door, but this time didn't open it.
Instead they waited a moment before a loud female voice yelled "COME!"
The sailor opened the door but motioned for Amy to wait outside.  Amy stood
uncomfortably alone in the passageway for a moment, conscious of the fact
that all she wore was a very thin dress that felt even lighter than it was,
since her body was still adjusting from the crushing tightness of her
pervious outfit.
Ben liked to do that a lot at home. He would make Amy spend hours in
something that wrapped and crushed her body like a vise, then just before
going out in public he would make her change into something extremely light.
Amy always felt like she was going out naked, a side affect of the 'bondage
to freedom' transition.
She still felt it now and consciously looked to see that she still had her
dress on.
"Well bring her in!" said the female voice and the sailor appeared at the
door. Without a word the sailor motioned her inside and then left, closing
the door behind him.
Amy was a little startled to find what she found.
It was indeed a school room, done in wood paneling with a large window in
one side wall, it was lit poorly and smelled of chalk and sweat.
There were nine wooden desks lined up in rows of three of which most were
occupied by young women like herself, and one young man who sat in a corner.
All were dressed in casual clothes with one or two of them in very skimpy
outfits indeed.
Standing in another corner facing the wall was yet another young woman. She
stood stock still, her back straight, her posture correct. On her head was
balanced a big book and she had her hands clasped behind her. What Amy
noticed most about her was that she held the hem of her skirt up with her
hands revealing her bare buttocks, buttocks that quite evidently showed a
very recent spanking. There were also a couple of dark lines that betrayed
the signs of something stronger having been used on her too.  Amy made a
good guess as to what that could be as she wore the same marks herself.
Last but not least was the most imposing sight in the room.
Alicia.
Dressed in a black high collared gown of plain material she stood at the
front of the class glaring at Amy, in her hands was an object that Amy was
very familiar with, a cane.
Amy wondered if the marks on the butt of the girl in the corner were made by
this cane.
"You're late child, what do you have to say for yourself!" barked Alicia.
"I'm sorry, I didn't...we just came aboard for a drink..." Amy began, a
little lost.
"A DRINK!" shouted Alicia, bringing the cane down sharply on a desk.
The sharp rap of the cane made Amy jump, and she felt her heart beating hard
in her chest.  Suddenly she was scared.
"Yes, Ma'am." she said quietly.
"Yes, Miss Alicia! Not yes ma'am!  And speak up when you're talking to me!"
said the very imposing woman at the head of the class.
"Yes, Miss Alicia."  Amy felt her pulse racing and an old familiar stirring
going on.
"Sit down child, find a seat and take out your books!" Amy was ordered.
Amy, now getting her bearings held back a smile and sat down gingerly on the
hard wooden seat at the nearest desk.  She realized that this was a fantasy
scenario. Alicia evidently had a schoolroom fetish thing going on.
Amy decided to play along, it could be fun and it would definitely be
something to tell Ben about afterward.
She found some books under her seat and lifted them to the desk top.
One was a Latin primer, one a book of 19th Century poetry and one a Bible.
She glanced about at her fellow students but none of them were looking at
her. They all faced forward and sat with a stiff backed posture, not daring
to do otherwise. Amy wondered if they were all submissives like herself and
if they all belonged to Alicia.
"Face front, child!" Alicia commanded, and Amy quickly stopped looking
around. She looked straight ahead at Alicia who seemed to dominate her end
of the room.
"I expect you to pay attention in my class."
"Yes, Miss Alicia." Amy said.
"Your posture is a disgrace, correct it!"
"Yes, Miss Alicia." Amy pulled herself up, wishing for a corset to help her
keep her back straight. This new position put more stress on her sore butt.
"I suppose you didn't complete your assignment!" Alicia said with a knowing
look.
"Assignment?"  Amy asked, falling into the trap before knowing what it was.
"I thought not.  But what can I expect from someone with such bad posture.
Stand up!" commanded Miss Alicia.
Amy stood, afraid once again and also turned on by her fear.
"Bend over your desk girl, I'll teach you to ignore one of my assignments!"
Alicia put her cane on the teachers desk at the front of the class and
pulled from a drawer a large rubber paddle.
"But I..." Amy said before clamping her mouth shut. She realized then that
Alicia was only using this as an excuse to spank her.
Amy was glad that she wasn't going to be caned again but her heart still
jumped at the sight of the paddle.  It had been an interesting game up to
now but it looked like that was about to change.
Or was it?
Amy had enjoyed pain as a part of her sexual stimulation for many years now
and the thought of that paddle being used on her was a definite turn on.
Yet she wondered if Ben would approve of what was going on here.
Her thoughts on the matter got her into deeper trouble.
"Girl! I do NOT like to repeat myself!"
"Sorry Mistress Alicia." Amy said, bending over her desk. She wondered what
she could do to get out of this and also if she really wanted to get out of
this.
"That's MISS Alicia, girl! Arms out to each side, grip the table legs."
Amy did as she was asked and Alicia moved behind her.
Amy felt her dress being lifted and she remembered that she wore nothing
under it. She was effectively nude below the waist now and visible to the
whole class.
Amy happened to be looking at the woman who occupied the desk behind her and
saw that the woman's eyes drifted over to her bare butt.
"I see that you have already been a naughty girl!" Alicia said and Amy
figured that her cane marks were the cause of that statement.  She suddenly
jumped as she felt something jab at her wounds.
Alicia had touched one of the welts on her ass.
"Only the naughtiest girls get the cane. Isn't that right Stacy!"
"Yes Miss Alicia." said the girl in the corner.
"Unfortunately I need the permission of your Guardian before I can correct
your behavior with such a...useful tool. But for now I think I can get your
attention with my paddle."
Amy swallowed, wondering what was going to be worse, being caned again or
having her old wounds brought back to life with the large paddle the woman
held.
"Everybody pay attention class, all except for you Stacy, I don't want to
see your face again until class is over!" Alicia commanded.
Without warning the paddle landed on her ass and Amy jumped. Only because of
the discipline she received at Ben's hand did she manage to hold on to the
table and not reach around to grab her suddenly red hot buns.
"Very good, Girl.  You at least have the discipline to hold still.  But you
lack the manners to thank me for your discipline. I expect a thanks after
each strike. Hear me, Girl?
"Yes, Miss Alicia. Thank you, Miss Alicia." Amy said, panting.  The pain
from that one blow had gone straight to her loins and she could feel each of
her cane marks throbbing. She wondered how many spanks she was going to get
but didn't dare ask.
The second strike came and then the third, fourth and fifth. After each Amy
thanked her tormentor and tried to deal with the pain. Her knuckles were
white as she held tightly on to the legs of her desk, but she wasn't
fighting the pain but the urge to reach between her legs.  Each strike sent
shock waves through her that were better than any vibrator.
Six came, and then seven and Amy wondered if she was dripping on the floor.
With her legs slightly spread and her ass up in the air Amy thought that
Alicia HAD to be able to see how turned on she was. She had to at least be
able to SMELL it.
Then came strike eight and Amy couldn't hold it back, not that she was
trying hard.  She began to cum, humping the desk uncontrollably as the
entire day's build up of sexual frustration let itself loose in one massive
orgasm.
Amy screamed as she came, choking down her vocalizations as soon as she was
able.
When the orgasm passed it left Amy wasted, very embarrassed and also afraid
of what Alicia might do to her for cumming in the middle of a punishment.
What Alicia did surprised Amy.
"There child." she said, running her fingers lightly over Amy's very hot
bottom. "Don't you agree that this was for your own good?"
Bewildered and relieved, Amy said yes.
She felt a finger dip briefly into her sopping wet pussy and Alicia moved
into Amy's field of vision, a finger in her mouth and a small smile on her
face.
"Very good.  Class, you may taste her."
The other students got up and Amy blushed even further as each of them, the
young man in the corner included, came over and gave her engorged labia a
quick lick.  Only the unfortunate Stacy in the corner was left out.
With a happy sigh, Amy began to smile.



Ben was immersed in a different atmosphere.
Seated in a big leather chair with a club soda in his hand he was feeling a
little under dressed, but not out of place.
Not quite.
Townsend had yet to introduce the other men in the room and as time went on
didn't look like he was going to.
Instead he played bartender while the rest of the men in the room talked
about the stock market and politics and other matters that concerned the
well financed.
Ben understood that kind of talk being well financed himself, and in spite
of his reservations was drawn into several conversations, holding his own
with these unknown men quite easily.
Ben did notice that while Townsend was hosting this little get together, he
deferred as did the rest of the group to a gray haired gentleman sitting
across the cabin from Ben.
The man watched Ben with a thoughtful expression on his face, before
interrupting the current conversation.
"So, Ben. That was a beautiful young lady you had with you tonight." he
said, silencing the others.
"Thank you.  She is a VERY beautiful woman." Ben replied cautiously.
"Has she been with you long?" he was asked by another.
"Many years." was Ben's reply.
"I suppose," said the gray haired man, "that she looks even more lovely in
tight bondage!"
Ben gritted his teeth.  He didn't like these men.
The gray haired man continued to speak.  "She certainly looked good at the
banquet this evening. We all saw her dance. A lovely body and quite
athletic.  You should be proud!"
"I am." Ben said with a closed mouth.
"And that costume you put her in afterward.  Not exactly my taste of course
but still quite stunning."
Ben said nothing.
"I assume that the girl uses that athletic ability of her's in bed to your
satisfaction?"
Ben stood up. "Excuse me, but I think it's time I left."  He was angry at
this man. Who was he to talk to him like that!
"Sit down Mr. Lane." the gray haired man said.
Ben was stunned.  He had not told anyone his last name. He turned to his
interrogator.
"Oh don't look so surprised Mr. Lane.  For people like us determining your
identification is child's play.  Benjamin Lane, born in San Francisco,
California but currently residing in London while also keeping houses in
Canada, South Africa and Australia.  A gold trader by profession although
you also dabble in other precious metals and even sometimes gems.
You're a self made man whose holdings would be a lot greater if you didn't
donate large sums of your money to children's hospitals around the globe,
anonymously of course.
You head your own company and have your finances so well settled that you
really don't have to do much real work anymore to keep your wealth
increasing.
Your only close companion is the girl you are here with tonight, Amy Nelson
who also comes from California. An ex-dancer, ex-drug addict, she performs
admirably for you as your loving submissive.  The both of you are also
alcoholics although that doesn't mean anything now days, except that your
Domination/Submission lifestyle has allowed you the focus and the support to
stop your excessive drinking and Miss Nelson's drug dependency.  Would A.A.
be that successful if they followed YOUR twelve step program!"
The other men in the room laughed softly.
Ben, still standing, glared at the gray haired man. "Can I ask who you are?"
he said.
The gray haired man leaned forward. "I'm the man that's going to make you a
proposition you can't refuse!"




Amy was standing in the corner. Like the girl in the opposite corner Amy
held her dress up behind her so that her buttocks were fully revealed, and
she had a book balanced on her head.
She had been ordered there directly after the last student licked her pussy
and on very shaky legs she struggled to comply. Now she stood listening as
Alicia worked at her lesson, teaching 19th Century poetry in between giving
out punishments for every offense she could find.
Amy kept track and felt sure that everyone felt their teachers wrath at
least once.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there, maybe close to an
hour, but suddenly a bell rang somewhere and Alicia stopped in mid sentence.
"That's the bell children.  Stand up!"
Amy heard everyone stand and wished she could see what was going on. Instead
she just had to deal with the throbbing in her butt and the urge to
masturbate to the pain.
"You are all lazy and in much need of discipline, but I love you all and
wish you and your Guardians well.  You may leave now!"
Amy waited, not knowing if she was included as she listened to the others
leave the room. Alicia appeared beside her.
"You may leave too, Amy. And you, Stacy.  Thank you for being such good
sports!"  Amy turned and dropped her dress, catching the book as it fell
from her head.  She saw Alicia smiling warmly at her.
"Thank you, Miss Alicia." Amy said, beginning to smile again.
"It's just Alicia now, Darling. The bell has rung and school's over."
Amy giggled.  "This wasn't like any school I ever went to!"
"Mores the pity.  You American girls are the least disciplined of the lot!
Now run along I have to clean up in here and your Master is waiting."
Amy felt the urge to hug this strange woman and did so quickly, catching up
with Stacy at the door.
As she left the room she looked back and paused in surprise.
Alicia was stripping off her dress but underneath there was no sign of the
body tattoo she had worn to the party.
Alicia spotted Amy at the door and smiled. "It was just body paint, Darling,
our costumes for the day!"
Amy laughed and left her teacher behind.
She caught up with Stacy and the others on deck where the men who had been
in Townsend's private sitting room were waiting.
Each man had a girl go up to him and one had two while another was met by
the young man.  All the girls were chatting about their time in the school
room and when Amy found Ben she started to do likewise.
Ben smiled and hugged her close but Amy could see that his attention wasn't
completely on her.  He kept looking across the fantail of the yacht and Amy
followed his gaze.
All she saw was Stacy and a gray haired man who was inspecting her bright
red buttocks.
Ben looked down at her. "Have a nice time did you?" he asked.
"It was a pain in the ass, but then you know how much I like that!" Amy
said, giggling.
Ben's smile didn't change, as if Amy's good mood hadn't really touched him.
"Come on, let's go."  he said, and he led her back to the launch for the
trip back to the 'Kajira'.