Jason was still in the corner, the back of his legs smarting after the spanking he had received for turning around when told not to. and dying to be able to rub them better.
Jason heard the door to the captains cabin open and someone coming in, he didn't dare turn around again.
"Morning sir" said the chief it was the Captain.
"Good morning chief" The captain looked at the boy in the corner, the back of his legs a nice deep shade of pink where the chief had spanked him below the hem of his grey schools shorts., "I see the little scallywag has been giving you some more trouble"
"Not really sir, I'm sure he's a good boy really, aren't you boy?" all he got in way of a reply was a sniff from Jason in the corner, "I was just pointing out the finer points of good behaviour and obedience to the lad."
"Well chief, you can take a break away from your teachings, Ill call you when I'm through with him"
"Aye, aye Captain" replied John and left the cabin, glancing over at the sorry boy in the corner and smiled as he left.
Jason was still standing in the corner with his hands on his head, scared, hungry and visibly shaking.
Captain Havelock, sat behind his desk and began filling in the log of the nights events during his spell on the bridge. When he came to the moment the chief had propelled the boy through the door of the bridge he stopped and wondered whether he should make an entry into the log, he decided to leave it blank for the moment.
There was the boy, standing in the corner, and he smiled thinking back to his school days at his exclusive prep school, though his shorts had been considerable longer then, the uniform was almost identical and he remembered his countless slippering's and caning's at the hands of the head boy and the house master for wearing his uniform in much the same sloppy manner the boy was wearing his now; socks down to his ankles, cap on at an angle and generally looking like a little scamp.
The Captain was a career naval officer having been a captain of destroyers in his days in the Royal Navy, but he had been enticed away to command the Mare Nostrum by the vast amount of money he was offered by her owner. He still preferred his destroyer for the sheer exhilaration though the Mare Nostrum was at least just as fast, capable of cruising at a steady 28 Knots. But alas, there was an accident aboard his ship during some war games and he was critically injured and this put a halt to his meteoric rise in Her Majesties Royal Navy that was surely heading for flag rank. He was still highly regarded in the Navy and held a commission of commodore in the Naval Reserves, commanding a fleet of auxiliary and replenishment ships, and of course he had the privilege of being able to fly the Blue Ensign aboard any ship or yacht he commanded.
Due to his career he had never married, he was married to his ship and the sea he would say to his friends, there was no more demanding a mistress than the sea he thought and if he got married he was sure his mistress would no doubt have some nasty surprises in store for him when he next sailed on her. This led to him being in little contact with children and, to tell the truth, he felt a bit intimidated by them. A look at the quaking boy in the corner affirmed this idea in his mind. Boys this young, especially today, had no control of themselves and constantly tried ones patience, well not this one he told himself, lets see who this little scamp is.
"Come here boy and stand in front of my desk".
Jason turned around and slowly approached the Captains desk, his mouth dry and his legs weak, he was so nervous. He got to within two feet of the desk and stopped, his hands still on top of head and looking down at his feet.
"You may put your hands down boy. Well, you've had quite an eventful day young man.
Jason didn't reply, he couldn't, he felt so nervous that his mouth just wouldn't work, so he just nodded affirmatively and mouthed a silent yes sir.
"You must speak up boy, I'm not a lip reader you know, and don't start blubbing!" said the captain noticing the boys bottom lip begin to tremble.
Hmmm the Captain thought, how do I get though to this boy, he had had no experience with children. He decided to be less formal and got up and went to sit on the leather couch.
"Come here boy"
Jason turned and went over to the captain.
"Sit here and we'll have a little chat boy"
He did as he was told and sat down on the couch next to the captain, squirming slightly as the back of his red smarting legs made contact with the cool leather couch, and like a lot of little boys who knew they were in trouble fidgeted with his hands and kept his eyes down.
"That's better, and stop fidgeting, unless you want a smacked hand as well as a bottom"
Jason stop fidgeting and rested his hands on his bare thighs.
"Well, is there a name to go along with the face boy? or do you prefer to be called boy?" Captain Havelock smiled at the boy and this little gesture, finally, began to put the boy at ease.
"Jason Sir"
"Is that it? Just Jason? You must have a surname Jason"
"I ... er ... I don't know what it is sir, not my real one that is ... sniff" The Captain looked puzzled and said "What a remarkable young fellow you are, and why is that may I ask?"
"Cos I was orphaned at birth and the penguins at the home didn't know it either" Jason pouted.
"Penguins?" Inquired the Captain raising an eyebrow and trying not to laugh.
"Oh ... er ... sorry sir, I meant the Sisters ... er ... Nuns"
The Captain bellowed in laughter and Jason, totally at ease, moved closer to the captain and giggled, flashing his most incorrigible mischievous grin.
My, this boy is a looker thought the captain, he'll certainly have the ladies after him in a few years, or fellows if he is that way inclined. The captain looked kindly at the boy and carried on questioning him.
"You still haven't told me what you are doing aboard my ship"
"I ... er," Jason broke down and started crying, he really didn't want to confess to anything, "Please don't sent me back sir ... please ... sniff ... there's no place for me back there, cant I stay here, I'll be ever such a good boy, I promise ... sniff"
"I gathered that you don't want to go back, else you wouldn't be here, but you still haven't answered me Jason. You must learn to answer directly and truthfully when asked a question and not change the subject, especially when asked by an adult, understood?"
"Sorry sir, he replied again in a small voice. Jason took a deep breath and ploughed straight on. "I couldn't carry on living at my foster home sir, I thought I was going crazy, they didn't want me the fat f....", he was going to say _f_u_c_k_s but thought better of it, somehow he didn't think that the captain would approve of such language, "They would just sit there, eating themselves away in front of the telly. They never paid any attention to me or anything ... sniff"
"Is that what you want Jason, attention?"
"It wouldn't hurt sir" replied Jason, his brow furrowed and his eyes glinting, the boy was getting worked up now and was ready to explode. "I would be good and nothing, not a kind word, not a word at all for that matter, so I started doing what I wanted, going out till the early hours of the morning, nicking stuff, getting in trouble with the old bill, I was even up before the beak twice, but did they care? like _f_u_c_k_ they did! And it was no different in any other home I been in."
Jason turned away from the captain, his little fists bunched up and a tear rolled down his cheek, then another.
Captain Robert Havelock, was shocked, not only at the language, he would have to do something about that later, but at the anger in the boy. He gently touched the boys chin and turned Jason's face around to force him to look him in the eye. He saw the tears trickling down the boys face and his heart wrenched. He could see into the boys soul.
Here was a boy who only asked for two things, nothing material, just love and attention. He himself couldn't understand the feelings coursing through him. He, a man accustomed to doing manly things in a manly manner with other men, as Gen. Norman Schwartzkopf put it in his autobiography. He, who had never thought of children in any why other than nuisances and to be seen and not heard, was ... he didn't know. For the first time in his professional career he had come to a point where he didn't have a solution to a problem, where he didn't understand the feelings welling up within. He was a leader of men _d_a_m_n_ it! All his adult life he had led men, taught them how to work as a team for the greater good of the whole, and now all he saw before him was a little boy reaching out, with no direction or meaning in his life, and he once again thought back to his own childhood, the happy memories. how privileged and sheltered and loving his upbringing had been.
He looked into those bottomless, gleaming eyes. It was like looking into a bottomless blue lagoon, and he felt anger welling up inside. Anger at the boys upbringing. Anger at the thought that the child hadn't experienced the love he had, as was the boys right, Anger that a child like this would probably grow up and look back on his childhood as nothing more than a nightmare best forgotten. Those very years that were supposed to be the most wondrous, marvelous, fun filled years in a persons existence, a voyage of discovery. Those years that were supposed to be looked back on with wishful nostalgia. How many times had he wished he could relive his childhood, and how many times had he said to himself that he wouldn't have changed a thing.
But here was a boy with an empty soul and his heart wept for him. What is it about the innocence of this boy that could wake up these feeling within, what magic did this boy possess.
The captain opened his arms, "Come here son". Jason threw himself into the captains arms and buried his face in the mans chest and wept like he had never wept before, great racking silent sobs that threatened to take his breath away.
The captain cradled the boy like an infant in his lap and gently rocked him back and forth, holding his head to him with one hand and holding the boys bare thighs with the other. "Its ok now" he whispered softly into the boys ear "Its ok, I promise you nothing is going to hurt you again my boy."
Jason, still sobbing, emptied his soul to the captain and told him his life story, to the only person who had ever sat him down and actually listened to what he had to say, the only person who had shown him any affection. Jason sat on the captains lap, in his arms for what seemed to him to be hours, and for the first time in his life he felt respect for someone, and though he didn't know it yet, love for this man. He didn't ever want to get from this mans lap. The smell of him, the sheer size of him, for the first time in his short life he felt safe, protected and wanted. He put his arms around the captains neck and squeezed fiercely and clung onto the captain as though he were a life line.
When Jason eventually calmed down, the captain sat Jason up straight on his knee and holding on to the boys shoulders with his big hands said.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully Jason"
"Oh sir! pleaseeeee don't send me back" Jason inturrupted yet again and started sobbing again.
"Jason!" barked the captain forcefully. "How many times are you going to interrupt me? That is very rude. Hasn't the Chiefs spanking taught you anything, or do I have to use sterner measures? I'm not going to send you back!"
Jason gasped at this unexpected turn of events and this time tears of gratitude coursed down his pretty cheeks. "Thank you sir, thank you, I promise I'll be ever so good, you'll be proud of me, I promise, I promise" with that Jason put his arms around the Captains neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"Listen to me Jason, you can stay here with us, but understand one thing boy, your life is going to drastically change. I will not tolerate rudeness, back talk, bad manners or disobedience, is that understood? You have already committed a punishable offence, you said the F word earlier and I will not have a bad mouthed boy on this ship. I will let it slide this one time, but never again, understood?"
Jason looked gratefully at the captain and he thought his heart would burst with pride. He hadn't really taken everything the captain had said in, but he was sure and adamant to learn, so he nodded.
"You young man are going to be the very picture of a perfect little gentleman. I want you to be so well behaved that the guests aboard this ship will not object to your being here, after all I am the captain but not the owner. If Mr. Melrose, the owner, says you must go, then. Well, we'll think about that at the time. You will have 3 weeks to modify your behavior and demonstrate to Mr. Melrose that you can be trusted aboard his ship. Do you understand?"
Jason nodded and accepted everything the captain said, though he was a little worried about the prospect of meeting the owner, he knew that he was on a new journey in life and that finally he was with people that he wanted to be with and no longer a loner, the thought filled him with anticipation and excitement. It also filled him with dread because he felt that in the not to distant future he was going to learn some very painful lessons, but he didn't care at the moment, all he wanted to do was go up on deck and shout out his happiness to the seven seas.
"Now then Jason, here comes the important part of our little agreement. As I told you before I will not tolerate bad manners, disobedience or bad language and you for that matter cant afford it if you are to be accepted as part of this crew. I used to be in the Navy and everybody aboard my ship would do as ordered, do you know why?"
Jason thought hard and put his finger to his lip
"Er ... because otherwise you would spank them sir?"
Capt. Robert Havelock RN ret. almost fell off the leather couch laughing, he swept Jason into his arms and gave him a big hug. Jason giggled.
"My dear boy, there were times I certainly felt like putting a young midshipman across my knee, but seriously now. There are times aboard a serving ship, and in life too, that you will be asked to follow an order and do things that you will not understand but follow it you must, for the safety of your ship, comrades and crew. In life young man there is something that I call the greater picture. You will not always understand why you are told to do something but as I said, do it you must. Why? Because the person giving the order, the higher ups, have more knowledge of a situation than you do, they have the greater picture, and they are not only commanding you but a whole plethora of other people who when put together all work as a team. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"Er ... I think so sir" replied Jason genuinely in awe of this man.
"Well, explain what you think I mean boy"
Jason bit his bottom lip, he felt as though he were in a school exam and he desperately wanted to do well. He wanted the Captain and the Chief to be proud of him.
"That whatever I'm told to do by an adult, I should do it? without sulking? even if I dont understand why?"
"Yes, that's right my boy, I knew you would be clever" Jason had never been called clever by an adult and his chest filled with pride.
"Is that what grown ups mean by experience sir?" Jason added.
"Yes! Absolutely, and that's why you must be obedient, especially aboard a ship. The sea can be a dangerous place, even for someone you has been on her for years like me. There is a reason for every order given my boy. If we are about to hit a sand back, you cant see those, and I tell the helmsman to alter course to port or starboard, he must carry out that order immediately or else we will run aground, he cant say to himself, I'll do it later, I cant see anything out there. This on board a ship, as well as in life, is called discipline boy. Discipline must be learned and ninety percent of the time it is an unpleasant experience for one as young as you, much like why the Chief spanked you today. You were undisciplined or naughty and therefore you had to be punished, or disciplined.
"Is that why the chief smacked me then sir? cos he was only looking out for me and cos he cares?"
The captain smiled and tousled the boys hair.
"Yes that's right, but on another matter my boy. You young man will start your learning process right this instant and you will learn to speak the Queens English, you are after all an English boy. The word you are looking for is BECAUSE, cos does not exist in the English lexicon, well, except for a cos lettuce of course." The captain laughed at his own joke, "You will speak nicely at all times from now on, Ill not have that awful accent aboard this ship, understood?"
Jason was a bit taken aback by the rebuke, but feeling mischievous and not knowing that a line had been drawn between mentor and boy, replied in a mock accent, "Yes sahr, absolootly sahr, by your commahnd sahr!".
Sarcasm, the captain neither appreciated nor expected that from this scamp and swiftly grabbed Jason by the arm and upended him over his knee.
Jason knew he had done wrong as soon as the words started coming out of his mouth and so accepted that this was undoubtedly going to be one of those painful lessons he thought about earlier. He just lay there over the captains knee, now a very repentant boy.
Ill not have sarcasm from this little brat and I dread to think of the consequences if this side of the lad came out in front of VIP guests who come aboard so very often, after all this ship is just a plaything to its owner and guests, thought Captain Havelock rather disappointed with the boy, Well I'll soon sort out this attitude problem once and for all.
Captain Havelock looked down at the full round buttocks of boy encased in his short gray school shorts lying over his knee. He grabbed hold of the waist line of the shorts and pulled them up high, tightening the fabric over his bottom until it was like a second skin and also revealing a good portion of the boys lower bare bottom and the painful area around the crease. This was what his housemaster at his prep school used to do to naughty little eight and nine year old boys and he thought it would be perfect for administering this naughty little boys first serious spanking.
"You will not joke about these matters, is that understood?"
"Yes sir, honest sir" sniffed Jason
"Sarcasm is very unbecoming in a boy of your age, you naughty, naughty boy!" said the Captain, somewhat uncomfortable saying these words.
He began to spank Jason soundly
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
The captain spanked away on the same spot as the chief had done earlier, on the crease and lower part of the boys tight school shorts a dozen times, alternating from one cheek to the other.
Jason's bottom re-ignited. As he squirmed over the captains knee he couldn't believe that here he was, not more than a day aboard the Mare Nostrum, never having been spanked before today and receiving his third spanking of the day.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Jason gritted and teeth as he didn't want to blub like before, his legs started going up and down as the captain spanked his entire bottom.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
Another dozen were applied to the tops of his legs and this time Jason could not hold back. He began to yelp with each stinging slap.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
He alternated from left cheek to right to middle, high and low.
Fifteen minutes this hand spanking lasted and not once did the captain let go of the back of the boys shorts, pulling them tighter and tighter with Jason now lustily bawling like an infant.
The captain, didn't really want to spank the child this severely but he felt that the boy must learn his lesson and learn it fast. There were times during those methodical and hard 15 minutes of spanking that he wanted to stop and scoop the boy in his arms, but he knew he now had a duty to this boy and he had to make a lasting impression on him.
The captain stopped the spanking.
"Stand up Jason, and don't you dare rub your bottom"
Jason stood up slowly wailing away, his little bottom and tops of his legs on fire,
"But sir, it hurts lots ... sob ... sniff".
"Back talk?" said the captain and holding the now standing boy by the left arm delivered three very hard smacks to the now dark red legs of the boy, this time spanking exactly on the hem of the shorts.
The next thing Jason knew he was being led by the Captain back to his corner. Jason now began to think of that corner as his. But to his horror he felt the Captain reach around his waist and slowly unfasten the double fastener of his shorts, then with one quick tug, he had the boys school shorts around his ankles. The captain noticed that the boy was not wearing any briefs.
"In the future, you will wear white briefs, you naughty little boy."
Jason wailed and carried on crying. This spanking had been very different from his earlier one. For a start he felt that this was a proper spanking, like the one he witnessed at Richards house. For another, he felt that he had disappointed and let down the Captain, oh why couldn't he keep his mouth shut thought Jason to himself, he wanted so much to make the Captain proud of him and had only achieved to make him angrier.
His bottom felt like never before, it felt as though you could fry and egg on it, he so desperately wanted to rub his bottom but instead he put his hands on his head without being told to.
The boy is learning the Captain thought as he saw Jason place his hands on his head. Much as it pained him to see the boy in the corner with a scarlet bottom and sobbing away he was determined that this be an experience that would change the boys life. Just as his house master had done for him at school he would do the same for this boy, he would spank the boy to his limit and then take him beyond, until the boy was truly repentant and cleansed of soul. He had to make the boy understand that he had to change his behavior now and to think before opening his mouth or before doing some misdeed. Lines would have to be set for the lad, he thought, and he must know what will happen if he crosses over them.
The Captain went to the head (bathroom) and returned with his clothes brush. It was a very large oval shaped brush. The back of it being 8" long and 4" wide at its widest. In fact, the brush was a family heirloom and his own father had used it long and hard on his own bottom, but the boy had to learn and learn fast and he had no doubts that the clothes brush would speed up the process. Of that he was going to make sure.
He came back to the cabin and instead of taking his seat on the couch, he got a high backed chair from his personal bar and set it in the middle of the room. He sat.
"Come over here Jason.
Jason hobbled over to him with his shorts still around his ankles and saw that the Captain was now sitting in a big chair but what most grabbed his attention was the clothes brush in his right hand. Jason stopped in his tracks and bawled at the sight of it.
"Don't make me come over there and get you boy, it will only make matters worse."
Jason, already feeling bad for having made the Captain cross with him, came over as fast as he could, even though he had no doubt what was to come. He wanted so much for the captain to be proud of him, but he still didn't want to get spanked.
When Jason drew close the Captain gently took hold of the boys arm and placed him over his knee. He held the boy around the waist firmly and placed the back of the brush on the boys already red bottom. He had decided to give the boy just twelve spanks with the brush, after all this was his first real spanking and he thought that twelve should be enough on top of the sound hand spanking he had given him. Jason on the other hand, once again felt like a little boy instead of the 12 he was; it was his birthday today he remembered. He resolved now that if the Captain asked he would tell him that he was nine. He didn't want to lie to the man but then again he had had such a _s_h_i_t_ty life previously that he wanted to relive his earlier childhood again.
Like all bigger boys, and Jason was 12 after all, there seemed to be magical moment when a big boy is turned over an adults knee and spanked like an eight year old, especially if he was spanked as soundly as Jason had been and was about to get. Even more so when neither the hands nor feet were anyway near able to touch the ground. Jason regressed into an earlier state of childhood, suspended high up off the floor, bent over the knee of the only adult he had ever respected. Jason was a little boy again and this comforted him and he felt once again safe in this mans arms though he knew his ordeal was far from over.
Captain Havelock, looked down upon the flawless smooth red bottom in front of him and once again felt his resolved waning, but he knew that he had to go through with this boys lesson. He raised the clothes brush to shoulder height and brought if crashing down right on the center of the boys bottom.
CRACK
Jason wailed, he had never felt anything like it, "AHHHHHHHHHH ... please sir Ill be good Ill be good"
CRACK ... SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
Jason was frantic, that one had landed exactly on the same spot. As the Captain raised the brush again he noted how the brush would leave a white oval shape, then turn a deep deep red.
"You naughty ... CRACK ... naughty ... CRACK ... naughty ... CRACK ... BOY" punctuated the captain with each searing whack of the brush. These three he had placed on the sit upon area of the boys left check.
Jason blubbed, cried and wailed. His face was a mass of snot and tears and was just as red as his bottom, his arms and legs straight out in front of him.
CRACK ...
No sound came from the boy, he had lost his breath, his mouth was open and round in the shape of a baby crying but no sound came, then he hicked caught his breath and wailed heartily.
The captain wanted to get this over with so he landed the next three in quick succession on the boys lower right cheek.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
Jason broke!
DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY wailed Jason, PLEASEEEEEE ILL BE GOOOOOD. Jason slumped, his body went limp. As many boys had before him Jason automatically thought of the Captain as Daddy. This brought tears to the Captains eyes, here he was giving this boy the spanking of his short life and he was calling him daddy. He realized now what was missing from his own life and desperately wanted to be this boys Daddy, more than anything on earth he wanted this boy as his own.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
He landed the last three on the middle of Jason's now purple bottom each swat covering both cheeks at the same time. Jason was spent, he couldn't cry anymore or squirm or even try to cover his bottom. He threw the clothes brush on top of his desk and just held the boy in place gently rubbing the boys burning and purple buttocks. Jason hadn't even realized that the spanking was over, he was in another world. He finally realized now why Richard seemed to love his father even more after he got slippered, and now he knew that he loved this man, a man he would forever call My Captain.
Robert, gently eased the boy up and sat him carefully on his knee making sure not to hurt him any more than he already had. Jason trough blurry eyes noted the tears in the captains eyes and he clung fiercely to the captain while the captain said whispering inane nothings soothingly into his ear and rocking him back and forth.
"There, there, its over now little one."
"Thank you daddy ... I'm sorry daddy" replied Jason in a sleepy small voice and promptly fell asleep in the arms of his captain.