Captain Robert Havelock looked down at the sleeping, well spanked, boy cradled in his arms, thinking haw angelic the little scamp looked. Jason's head was nestled in the crook of the Captains arm, he was breathing deeply and rhythmically and soundly asleep. The Captain smiled down at the boy and gently got up to lay him down on the Chesterfield couch. That done, he went to the Chief's quarters, which was down the corridor and knocked on his door.
"Evening Sir, come in, come in"
John stood aside from the door and the Captain let himself it,
"Evening John, I've had a long hard chat with the boy. He's asleep at the moment, you have a spare bunk here so would you mind if the little tyke sleeps here? I've had to give him a rather severe spanking and the child is spent."
John swept his hand through his hair, thinking. _d_a_m_n_, not only do I have to worry about the crew, now I got a small boy in my quarters too. He liked his Captain a lot and had a great deal of respect for him. They had been on the same ship in the Royal Navy a few years before and the Captain had saved him from a court martial when he went after and beat severely two men whom he caught trying to rape a girl while on shore leave. The Captain had hushed up the incident and nothing was ever found out. The two men didn't complain as the facts of the incident were a bit incriminating. The Captain was a man who would always look after his crew and the Chief as well as most of the men aboard the ship would blindly do anything or go anywhere the Captain requested.
"How long for Captain, is this going to be a regular thing?"
"Well, Chief, the boy does seem to look up to you and I don't really want him in the crews quarters. I'd like him to stay here for the time being, if that's ok with you?"
"Ok, Captain, whatever you think best" agreed the Chief "We have to talk about the boy and what is to be done with him, but for now he is fast asleep on my couch. I'm going to bring him here, would you be so kind as to get hold of my valet and get him to go down to the stores to see if there is any suitable clothing for the lad, all he seems to have with him is his school uniform."
"Right away sir" The Chief made for the door of his quarters
"Oh, and see if there are any pyjamas for the boy too" the Captain called out to the disappearing figure of the Chief.
Robert went back to his cabin and went over to Jason, still fast asleep on his couch. He was in a foetal position with his knees tucked up to his chest and making little whimpering noises, he must be dreaming, thought the Captain to himself and went over to the couch and gently, so as not to wake the boy, picked him up in his arms. The Captain marvelled at how light the boy was as he took him to the Chiefs quarters, now thinking that he wished he had the Chief's quarters and could have the boy sleep with him, but somehow it might be inappropriate so this is for the best after all he thought.
The Chiefs quarters were quite substantial, though not as big or luxurious as his own. There was a large desk with a PC on it for the daily grind of form filling and administrative chores, a small refrigerator well stocked up with food and a few cans of beer, TV, Video and music system and also bunk beds. He knew that the Chief slept on the top, which was just as well as he thought the boy might fall from the top, so he gently put the boy on the lower bunk, face down so as not to cause him to wake, after all he had given the boy a jolly good, long, hard spanking and he didn't want to put the boys bottom in contact with the mattress.
The Captain was brushing away the boys fair hair from his eyes when the Chief came back with the valet, He had a large collection of clothes with him and the Chief had what looked like several types of pyjamas.
"That's splendid Chief, Perkins, place those clothes on the chair will you my good chap and you may retire now for the evening."
The Captain looked at the clothes, they were all trendy sports wear usually for the children of VIP guests. There were several T shirts and jumpers, three pairs of long trousers, three pairs of shorts, Bermudas and two pair of little white tennis type shorts with blue piping, white socks, white briefs, a white long sleeved sailor top and a pair of brown leather top-siders. Hmm, thought the Captain, well the longs can definitely go, I'm not having this boy wearing long trousers aboard my ship, not until he's at least 18, if he stays that long.
"What have you there Chief?" inquired the Captain.
"PJ's Captain, one pair silk, one pair cotton and a rather cute night shirt."
The Captain chose the night shirt for the boy instantly, It was white with blue piping on the hem and collar, very nautical he thought.
Jason was laying on his side on the lower bunk. The Captain and the Chief began to undress him. The Captain gently pulled the boys grey school jumper over his head and untied the boys tie. Scamp, he thought as he saw that the tie was on halfway round his neck. He began to unbutton his grey school shirt and Jason stirred in his sleep, mumbling and turned around facing away from them. As his sore bottom came in contact with the mattress, Jason shot upright and gave a gasp as he saw the Captain and the Chief.
"Its alright my lad, we're putting you to bed, you've had a rather long day my boy" Jason laid back favouring his sore bottom, he quite liked the attention he was getting and he smiled sleepily to the two men.
"I'm ever so sorry for all the trouble I've caused sir" said Jason looking at the Chief and then at the Captain.
"Don't you worry about that my boy" said the Captain, "You've already been punished for that, so the slate is clean as it were" tousling the boys hair. "But, mind the Chief, he will not think twice in warming that bottom of yours if you disobey him ok?"
"Yes sir" replied Jason, then looking at the Chief and promised him he would be the "bestist behaved boy ever"
The Chief smiled at the boy and almost giggled at the use of the word 'bestist' well that will change in due course when he's older, thought the Chief, though he quite liked the earnest, eager to please tone of voice in the boy, and his childish manner.
As the Captain went to fetch the night shirt, the Chief was taking off the boys shoes. He slowly pulled down the boys long school socks and took them off, folding them neatly, then he unfastened the boys short grey school shorts and gently turn the boy on to his tummy and gently pulled down the shorts and off.
"That's quite a red bottom you got there boy" remarked John when he saw that the boys bottom and tops of his legs were a deep crimson, as he gently patted the boy on his still, very hot bottom.
"Sniff ... the Captain did it sir, I ... I ... was naughty" replied Jason with a small voice. He felt rotten about having disappointed the Captain and felt a knot in his throat.
"Well, you know now not to be naughty don't you lad?"
John smiled at the boy and the boy smiled back and nodded.
"Its very sore sir" pouted Jason.
"As it should be" replied the Captain from the other side of the room.
He came over and told the boy to stand up for a second so he could put the night shirt on.
"I don't want to wear a night shirt sir, its sissy" pouted Jason again
"You will wear what I tell you to wear boy, do you want me to smack your legs for you again boy?"
"Sorry sir ... sniff"
"That's better" said the Captain and he turned to hide his smile, the boy is learning fast.
The Captain handed the night shirt to the Chief and the Chief put it on for him. Jason looked very cute in his night shirt, the hem reaching down to just below mid thigh. Jason actually quite like the feel of the shirt, especially the tickling sensation on his spanked bottom as the material gently came in and out of contact with his flesh. Jason looked up at the two men and grinning mischievously gave then a twirl. The Chief and the Captain looked at each other, then at the boy and they all began chuckling.
"Off to bed with you now Jason" said the Chief and Jason quickly got into bed; on his tummy of course.
"I'll be right back to tuck you in and put something on that bottom of yours, we don't want any bruising do we." Said the Chief, as both men left Jason alone in the cabin. Jason lay on the bottom bunk on his tummy gently rubbing his own bottom, he couldn't believe that his bottom could be so hot without bursting into flames, but he know it was over now and that the Captain had forgiven him and strangely enough he felt good with himself.
Jason was drowsy and almost asleep, his eyes heavy and a warm glow radiating from his bottom when the Chief walked back in carrying a tub of diaper cream from the ships stores. He went over to the bottom buck and sat down on the bed and looked at Jason's drowsy face wondering if all children looked so sweet when almost asleep. He brushed Jason's sweaty hair away from his forehead and Jason stirred.
"It's ok Jason, I'm going to put some cream on your bottom, it will feel a lot better in a minute ok."
Jason nodded sleepily and made a purring sound like a little tiger cub as John slowly raised Jason's nightshirt revealing a very red little bottom. He opened the tub and scooping out a generous amount of the thick white cream onto his hands gently began applying it to the tops of Jason's legs. Jason moaned away happily as his body experienced a most wonderful feeling especially when the Chief gently rub the lower part of his bottom and when he felt the Chiefs fingers rub the thick cream into the crack of his bottom, gently massaging his little anus. Jason slightly raised his bottom unconsciously making the Chiefs finger enter his bottom a small way and he moaned again and purred. The Chief smiled and patted the little bottom, now white with cream.
"There, how does that feel boy"
"Mmmmmm" was the only reply he got in return.
The Chief chuckled, "I ought to put you in a diaper young man, now that your bottom is covered in nappy cream." Jason nodded sleepily not having really understood what the Chief said and promptly fell asleep, breathing deeply. With that he gently patted Jason's bottom and lowered his nightshirt and pulled up the blankets around Jason's neck, tucking him in. He got up, went over to the door of his cabin, looked back at the boy and switched off the lights as he left for the Captains cabin.
"Well Chief, what do you make of the lad now?" ask the Captain after having told him about Jason's upbringing.
"I don't really know what this world is coming to. Why these bastards bother to foster children I'll never know. Have you managed to get some background on the lad, he says he's nine years old." "Tomorrow morning I'm going to radio the Es_s_e_x_ social services, they must have some information on the boy, we'll soon find out. More to the point Chief, what's to be done with him? I don't want to have to hand him back to that kind of life."
"I know what you mean Robert, I never thought I could feel so protective towards a boy."
"Nor did I, I gave him a rather sound spanking and he threw himself in my arms when I finished, I was expecting him to through a tantrum, not that that would have done him much good. He's a good boy really. What do you think we should do with him, I want him to stay, but he'll have to make a _d_a_m_n_ good impression on Mr. Melrose."
Hmm, the Chief thought over that one. What could a boy do aboard a ship to be useful, then suddenly he smiled.
"Why not make him your cabin boy?" the Captains mouth fell open agape "no ... no ... here me out first, what actual naval or land law got rid of the position of cabin boy? Asked John.
The Captain scratched his chin trying to think back over navy regulations etc. but he couldn't come up with an answer "None that I know of" replied he and suddenly grinned "By George Chief, I think you got something there! Right that settles it then, cabin boy young master Jason shall be!"
With that the Chief got up and went to his amply stocked bar to pour two large measures of 15 year old Havana Club rum into cut crystal tumblers for the both of them and two enormous Patargas Churchill cigars. Then they started making plans for the boys education; manners as well as academic.
Jason awakes and purrs with pleasure in that magical twilight world just between sleep and wake, dreaming about the adventures his going to have. He notices that his bottom doesn't feel hot anymore and unconsciously reaches down below the covers and feels his little bottom, its only very slightly sore he notices as he gently feels the whole surface of his bare bottom under his night shirts. He quite likes the feel of the night shirt now but pouts at the thought of how easy it is to raise to have his bare bottom smacked. He gets up and walks over to the head and washes his face in cold water to wake up, then noticing the mirror above the sink, stands on the toilet seat and turning his back to the mirror raises the hem of his night shirt to inspect the damage to his bottom. He smiles, its only a light shade of pink with some darker patches where the Captains clothes brush landed repeatedly on the same spot. Oh well, he thought and went back to the cabin.
At exactly 0700 Jason heard someone outside the door and waited for the door to open as he sat on the lower bunk.
"Good morning young man, did you sleep well?" asked Captain Havelock with a smile on his face seeing the boy sitting on the lower bunk swinging his legs.
"Very, thanks sir" replied Jason beaming up at the Captain.
"Good boy. Now, I've got some clothes for you to wear, your school uniform is being laundered." With that the Captain, walked over to Jason and placed the clothes on the bed. Jason just stared at them; mouth agape. What he saw was long knee length white sock, a white long sleeved typical little boys sailors top and very small white shorts, much like tennis shorts but with a thin blue stripe down the side of each leg to match with the blue piping on the flap and sleeves of the sailor top. Jason was aghast, he instantly thought back to when he saw The Sound of Music and thought I'm not wearing that!.
"I'M NOT WEARING THAT!" shrieked Jason stamping his foot "That's what little boys wear!"
The Captain just looked down at the boy and shook his head sadly from side to side tut-tut-tutting.
"Oh dear, do we have to begin the day like this?" With that Captain picked up a hard leather soled slipper belonging to the Chief which was neatly place alongside its pair at the foot of the bunk. Jason made a run for it but the Captain was too fast and grabbed Jason by the back of his night shirt.
"You are not going anywhere young man, not until you have learnt your lesson"
Jason stopped struggling knowing that there was no use in running, where would he run to on a ship? He thought, and just stood there with his head bowed down in shame looking at his shuffling nervous feet. The Captain pulled out the Chiefs chair from under the desk and placed it in the middle of the cabin. Hmm, thought the Captain, lets see if he will humbly submit to what's coming, he must know how rude and defiant he's been.
"You my boy have just earned yourself a slippering. What did I tell you yesterday about rudeness and disobedience?" asked Robert as he sat down on the chair, the slipper firmly clasped in his right hand. Jason didn't answer, he just sniffed and wiped his nose with his hand.
"WELL ?"
"sniff ... not to sir, that I got to be good if I want to stay. And that I was to wear what you decide" replied Jason at length in a small voice.
"You have not only been rude and disobedient but also defiant, AND I WILL NOT HAVE DEFIANCE ABOARD MY SHIP! Do you understand boy?
Jason jumped at the sternness in the Captains voice, he wasn't shouting but the voice, he realised, would brook no nonsence.
"Yes sir, yes sir, I'm sorry sir, it just came out ... honist"
"Well this" replied the Captain holding up the slipper "is just going to come down hard on your bottom. I have never in all my dying days seen such a display. All you've proved to me is that you are a very silly, very naughty, bad mannered little boy. You think these clothes are only worn by little boys? Well fine that is what you are, but you will be wearing it and you will wear it with a very sore bottom. Now come over here and get that little bottom of yours over my knee"
Jason stood there sniffling with the fingers of his right hand in his mouth and a very worried look on his face.
"NOW! Or by God you wont be able to sit down for a mouth!"
Jason shuffled over to the Captain and did as he was told with no help from him. He placed himself over the Captains lap knowing that he was in for a sound slippering and also knowing that he deserved.
The Captain smiled down at the boy over his knee and gently positioned him further over his knee so that the boys feet were clear off the ground. He held Jason by the back of the neck pushing him down, and without warning, raised the slipper way over his head and brought it crashing down on the top of Jason's bottom three time, rapidly, covering both cheeks with the sole of the slipper.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
Jason shrieked, it felt a lot harder than yesterdays spanking and all he had to protect his bottom was the thin material of his night shirt, which was hardly any protection at all.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
These landed on Jason's left cheek, half a width of the slipper below the first three overlapping these. Jason legs kicked up and down and tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. He didn't want to shout out, he wanted to take these like a grown up boy, but it was hard, though he didn't really struggle.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
These landed on the right cheek opposite the three previous. Jason yelped loudly and began to wriggle and squirm. His bottom was again on fire and tears were freely running down his face.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
Jason yelled loudly at these three, and his hand shot back to protect his bottom but the Captain just pushed Jason further over his knee by the back of the neck and Jason couldn't even reach his bottom. These had landed low down on the crease of both his cheeks.
He lay there sobbing his little heart out, the Captain had stopped thought Jason, but he was wrong. That was a dozen hard sound spanks with the slipper on his poorly protected bottom. Now to get the message across thought the Captain after a thirty second wait. He had been gently rubbing Jason's bottom with the slipper.
The Captain took hold of the hem of Jason's night shirt and brought it all the way back almost to Jason's shoulders, exposing his bare back and bottom. His bottom seemed to have been spanked only four times, because the Captain had spanked in groups of three on the same spot before shifting target, he could see the sole of the slipper traced out in dark pink very distinctively on Jason bottom, from the top of his little bottom to the crease. He held Jason firmly about the waist now.
"Now boy" said the Captain and swiftly brought down the slipper again on the sit upon part of his left cheek three more times
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
"Will you do as you are told?"
Jason bawled like a little boy "Y ... Y ... Yessssss ... sob ... honistttttt"
"Good boy, I hope that's true for your sake"
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
These landed on the same place but on his right cheek.
"Will you be rude again in the future?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... hic ... hic ... sniff ... sirrr ... Promiseeee" wailed the now very repentant little boy, snot and tears covering his face.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
"Don't you ever throw a tantrum in front of me or stamp your foot again!" said the Captain having to hold on to Jason's writhing and kicking body.
"I wont I wont I wonttttttttttttttt ... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... please daddy pleaseeeeeeee, I'll be goo-oooo-ooo-oood."
The Captain smiled wistfully, ahh the promises of naughty little boys, thought the Captain, his heart bursting hearing the boy call him daddy again.
"And I will not!" ... SPANK (on the top of the left leg) ... "have a defiant!" ... SPANK (on the top of the right leg) ... "naughty little boy!" ... SPANK (right on the crown of Jason's bottom covering both cheeks) "ON MY SHIP"
Jason was spent, he couldn't struggle or cry anymore, he just hicked and sobbed his whole body trembling.
The Captain stood Jason up and put him in the corner, making Jason hold the raised night shirt so that his very, very red bottom was on display.
"I don't think I need to tell you NOT to rub your bottom do I?"
"No sir" sobbed Jason feeling very sore and embarrassed.
The Captain put the chair back in its place and shook his head in amusement, was I this incorrigible at his age he asked himself, how many times will I have to warm that bottom before he does what he's told the first time. He left him in the corner for fifteen minutes until he stopped blubbing.
"Come here Jason, its over now" said the Captain gently
Jason turned around and walked over to the Captain.
"Can I rub my bottom now sir? Pleaseee"
The Captain grinned, gave his permission and watched as Jason performed the naughty boy shuffle, jumping from foot to foot as he rubbed away.
"Now I believe its time for you to dress, don't you boy ?"
"Yes sir, anything you say sir"
"You just stand there while I dress you ok ?"
Jason opened his mouth to protest that he could dress himself but closed his mouth again and nodded. Your learning at last thought the Captain.
The Captain sat the boy gingerly down on the bottom bunk and put on the boys long knee length white socks for him turning down the tops and holding them up with blue garters like a sea-scouts. He then picked up the white briefs and Jason climbed into them and winced slightly as the Captain pulled them up his legs and around his burning bottom. Next the Captain took the brief white short trousers and pulled them up and fastened them and also fastened a blue snake belt. Jason was facing away from the Captain and he noticed that the shorts only just covered the boys crease where bottom meets leg and that anybody could see the very red spanked lower bottom and tops of his legs. The Captain smiled, there was another boy aboard the Mare Nostrum, a VIP guests son and he was 13. Jason feeling where the hem of the shorts came knew that everybody aboard will know that he had been soundly spanked and blushed furiously. Well that should teach this little scamp some humility. The Captain then pulled the sailor top on the boy and straightened out the flap at the back and the knot were it tied at the front.
"There, all done. Lets have a look at you boy."
Jason stood in front of the wardrobe mirror and once again thought of the Von Trapp children, though he had to admit he looked very smart indeed, he only wished that the shorts came down to at least mid thigh.
"very smart, well, come along boy, the Chief and I are going to have a long talk about your future, and you better listen very carefully indeed".
Jason followed the Captain to his quarters still rubbing his bottom.
(too be continued ... )
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