The Stowaway
Chapter 9
Jason's Mischievous Ways.
Jason awoke the next day with an angelic smile on his face. 'Wow, I've gone a whole day without getting smacked!" he thought to himself, and quickly got out of his bunk and went over to the mirror. He raised the hem of his nightshirt and looked at his smooth bottom, it was almost healed now, his bottom was once again white and soft except for a few weal's from the caning that Bishop had given him, and they were not painful anymore either.
He dressed in his crew uniform and once again looked at his rear view noticing that the backs of his legs were their normal tanned colour. During the week he had been onboard, and only being allowed to wear short trousers by order of the Captain, his legs and body had developed a healthy and beautiful tan which was accentuated when Jason looked at himself in the mirror. His legs and back were a gorgeous tan colour whilst his small pert bottom was a pale milky white, well most of the time. Jason giggled at his own joke.
Jason was feeling very good with himself and he had no duties this day, it being a Sunday, the Captain had preciously told him that Sunday's were to be a free day for him, he could do as he wished. Jason smarted himself up and scampered out of his room and went on deck, nobody was around so he laid on a sun bed and looked out to sea on this marvellous day. After a while he got bored and went on his way for something to do. He passed the Captain's cabin and knocked and opened the door.
The Captain didn't answer so without thinking Jason pushed the door gently open and peered inside the Captain's cabin. As he expected there was nobody there, he decided to go in and explore, he felt rather naughty but the adrenaline rush he felt just made him giggle .... '_d_a_m_n_ the torpedoes .... full speed ahead' he said to himself and silently giggled some more.
The Captain's cabin was very smart in an uncluttered minimalist sort of way, a place for everything and everything in its place. He went over to the Captain's desk and cheekily sat down in the Captain's large chair. Jason started spinning in the Captains chair, having fun, when he spotted a medium sized box on the Captain's sideboard. It seemed to be made of wood with brass hinges and decorative fittings, there didn't seem to be a lock either. Jason got up out of the chair and walked over to the box. Nervously he looked around the room, his subconscious telling him that he was being naughty but went ahead and opened the box anyway. There they were, a box of enormous cigars with funny names on the little rings around them, Cohibas, it said. Jason licked his lips and bit his lower lip; he took two cigars and put them down his polo shirt. He started looking at everything in the Captain's cabin, he had some really neat stuff all over the place, brass shiny things with numbers dials, he didn't know what they were, paintings of old masted ships on the bulkheads, model ships and things of that nature. Jason spied a small cupboard behind the desk and went over to it he tried the door and it was unlock, inside was a veritable treasure of drinks, grown up drinks; beers, wines, spirits, the lot. Without thinking he took two bottles of beer from the cool compartment in the cupboard and scampered out of the Captain's cabin, looking carefully through the door before leaving in a rush.
Jason went up to the sun deck where he met Richard the previous day and lo and behold there he was. He quickly ran over to Richard.
"What you doing Richard?" ask Jason all out of breath as he suspiciously looked around.
Richard looked at the smaller boy, noticing the mischievous smile on his face and noticing his arms behind his back as if hiding something.
"Nothing much, but you on the other hand look you're up to something," replied Richard with a wicked grin. He jumped out of the deckchair he was sitting on and as quick as a flash grabbed Jason by the arm and spun him around, spying the two bottles of Bud in his small fist.
"Well, well, well, aren't you the naughty one, I bet your Captain or that mountain of the Chief wont be too pleased to see you with those!" he giggled.
"Er .... well hopefully he won't find out will he? Do you want me to share then?"
Richard looked around, all though his father had never spanked him he certainly didn't want to be caught with any contraband, especially by the Captain or the Chief.
"I got a great hiding place Richard, we'll never be caught", with that Jason ran over to one of the life boat davits and carefully pulled back the tarpaulin that covered the boat. He climbed in and made room for Richard. When they were comfortable Jason replaced the tarpaulin and opened a little crack in the covering on the seaward side of the boat, that way they wouldn't be seen from the deck hopefully.
Jason dug into his polo shirt and fished out both cigars.
"Look what else I got" he beamed at the older boy.
"Bloody hell, well did you get these" "I cadged them from the Captains cabin .... giggle."
He bit off the end of the cigar and with a box of matches lit it and handed it over to Richard. In no time at all they were both laying on their tummies in the bottom of a life boat, cigar in one hand, beer in the other and both feeling rather grown up.
"Ahhh .... this is the life" said Richard and coughed as the cloud of smoke inside the boat built up into a veritable fog bank. The cigar smoke was making both boys feel rather light-headed and they got giggly and started speaking louder and louder.
At that time the Chief was walking down the deck towards the stern when he stopped dead in his tracks, he thought he heard something but there was nobody about on this deck. He took a step further down the deck, resuming his journey when a sudden burst of giggling erupted behind him. He slowly turned around and saw nothing, only a life boat. He shook his head and rubbed his chin, then against the sparkling blue see he thought he saw a cloud come up from the boat, he quietly stepped towards the boat and smelled the air. Cigar smoke, unmistakable, the Captain was the only one that smoked this brand he knew, and the Captain was most definitely not in the lifeboat.
"Hmm, what are you doing you little scamp" he thought to himself, he knew it couldn't be anyone else. Giggling, cigar smoke, more giggles; the sound of mischievous boys if he ever heard it. He gently went to the near side of the lifeboat and silently unfastened the tarpaulin, he lifted it up a crack and peered inside. There they, he smiled to himself, not one but two naughty boys lying on the stomachs facing away from him, Jason in his crew uniform and the other boy in nothing but damp Speedo's.
"OWWWWWWWWWW .... EEEK!" both boys left out a howl of pain as they suddenly felt themselves being pulled out of the boat by and ear. Once out of the boat both boys looked up and up and up into the glaring face of the Chief, cigars still in the hands and both with a grimace of pain as they stood on tip toe as their ears were stretched upward.
"Well?"
"Er .... I .... um ...." replied Jason, Richard tried to look down at his feet.
"I don't know about you boy" said the Chief to Richard, "but you young man", looking now at Jason "are in one hell of a lot of trouble"
With that the Chief marched both boys towards the bridge.
The Captain was in his bridge chair looking out to the horizon, when he heard the bridge door slam open and the high pitched yelps of pain of the two boys. He swivelled around in his chair and there before him was the Chief with two boys at the end of his massive arms. The boys were still holding onto their beer and cigar. Captain Havelock spun the chair forward facing away from the boys and fought hard not to laugh.
"And what devilment have you both been upto?"
"Er .... nothing sir, honest" replied Richard first, "we were just enjoying the beautiful and scenery when this big ape apprehended us!" Richard started struggling hard but to no avail.
"Just wait till my father hears about this!"
"Oh, he will young man, that I can guarantee you". Captain Havelock lifted up a phone attached to his chair and asked his steward to fetch the boy's father.
"Chief, please take these two little scamps to my wardroom and place them each in a corner. Stay there until I come down to deal with this, mischief."
The Chief hauled both boys away, five minutes later Richards's father was on the bridge.
"Mr. Heller, thank you very much for coming to see me, hmm, we seem to have a problem sir, I'm afraid involving my cabin boy and your son."
"Oh, and what problem is that Captain?" asked Mr. Heller with a very confused look on his face.
The Captain led him out onto the flying bridge, a little platform that abutted from the bridge outside. Out in the fresh air the captain turned to face Mr. Heller.
"Well, you see, my Chief has just caught your boy and mine up to no good I'm afraid. They were both inside a lifeboat up on deck"
"They were only playing I'm sure Captain, boys are always up to some mischief or other." said Mr. Heller with a relieved look on his face.
"Yes, I'm sure they are, but not sneakily smoking my best cigars and downing a large bottle each of beer!"
"What? Cigars? Beers? Why that bloody little tyke, I .... er .... don't know what to say Captain, I certainly do not allow my boy to smoke or drink. Where is he now?"
"Well, right now they should both be facing a different corner of my wardroom awaiting our presence."
"What are you going to do captain?" asked Mr. Heller with a worried look on his face.
"Well, I don't know about your boy, that's something for you to take care of, by my little one is going to find it rather difficult to sit down for the next few days, that I can promise you!"
"You mean you're going to beat him?"
"No sir, I don't beat young Jason, I spank him, soundly when he is naughty, and today he has been very, very naughty!"
"I don't know, I have never raised a finger to my boy" Mr. Heller stopped and rubbed his face, thinking hard. "Do you find it works, spanking that is, I was never spanked as a child, but then I didn't get up to half what my boy gets up to."
"Very much so Mr. Heller, once I've tanned Jason good, he tends to be on his best behaviour for a good long while. The boy is new here and he is still learning the limits of my patience, but so far, I haven't had to punish him for the same thing twice. I feel its better than grounding or any other punishment. Yes Jason howls like a little devil when being spanked but at least he knows I love him and a spanking is soon over and his sins forgiven as it were."
"Yes .... I see your point .... " he paced around "look Captain, could you do me a favour?"
"Anything you wish Sir, as long as you are a guest aboard the Mare Nostrum, you should know that we will do our utmost to make your stay and pleasant and memorable one."
"That's just it, I want my boy have an unpleasurable and memorable moment as it were .... listen I cant bare to do it myself, though I know I should really, but, seeing as though both boys were caught at the same it would not be exactly fair if your boy is punished soundly and mine not" He looked at the Captain.
"Ah, I think I know what you are getting at sir, but could you please explain so as to be perfectly clear?"
"I want you to deal with my boy in exactly the same way you deal with your cabin boy. It's only fair after all."
"You do realise what you are asking of me don't you sir?"
"Yes I think I do, if you are going to spank your boy soundly then I think mine should be too"
"I normally leave these matters to my Chief, lets go the wardroom and surprise our little scamps shall we?"
Both the Captain and now a happier Mr. Heller strolled towards the Captains wardroom.
Jason was nervous, he knew he was in for it, he stood in one corner of the room while Richard was in the other corner to his left. Jason's bottom was twitching and it already started to itch, he stood perfectly still and looked over to Richard from the corner of his eye. Jason was thinking how good it would be to see Richard spanked in his tight little Speedo's they were still damp from the pool, when the door flew open and there in the doorway stood the Captain and Richard's father.
"Dad! That bully almost ripped my ear off"
"RICHARD DAVID HELLER! You are in enough trouble as it is young man! I suggest you keep your mouth shut and listen for once in your life." Boomed Mr. Heller sternly at his son.
Richard was taken aback, his father had never spoken to him in that fashion before, it made him jump. He swallowed hard; he didn't like the look of this and looked from his father to the captain to the chief to Jason quietly standing in the other corner.
"But .... but .... Daaaaadddd". Richard whined and his father swiftly went over to the boys corner and gave two smart slaps on the seat of his damp Speedo's.
SPANK .... SPANK
Richard jumped from foot to foot, it was the first time his father had ever smacked him. He rubbed his bottom and looked at his father in amazement.
"You young man, have stepped over the line, do you think I don't know how the Captain here deals with his boy?" Richard looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing but before he could say anything his father carried on .... "well I do! And you are going to have a taste of it today! Cigars! Beer! I have never seen anything like it, sneaking off like that, like a naughty little boy!"
"But Dad!" .... whined Richard "I'm thirteen years old, not 10 like Jason here!" "For your information young man," interrupted Captain Havelock, "Jason here is twelve years old, not ten, though he acts more like a naughty little nine year old. If a spanking is good enough for a twelve year old, its good enough for a thirteen year old."
"That's right my boy" continued his father, "things are going to change from now on. You are NOT to old to be punished and you NOT to behave like the spoilt little brat you are. The Captain here is going to deal with Jason and since you were both up to the same mischief I don't see any reason why he shouldn't deal with you too, in ANY way he sees fit. But, understand this Richard David Heller, at home, from now on, if you act like a naughty little boy you will be punished like one and if that means me putting you over my knee everyday then so be it .... Captain, I will take my leave now, I'm a very busy man at the moment, what with my merger going through and that".
Mr. Heller shook hands with Captain Havelock and left the wardroom to take care of business.
When he left the Captain, looked over to Jason and Richard, both with a forlorn look on their faces. Should I punish both of them now or separately thought the Captain, or shall I deal with Jason while the Chief takes care of Richard. What he did know was that these two scamps were going to be punished soundly, of that he had no doubt.
"Jason, come and stand before my desk young man." Jason looked at Richard and then slowly went over to the Captain and stood before his desk.
"Those cigars, if I'm not to mistaken, are from my personal supply. The beer is also from the mini bar behind my desk. What do you have to say for yourself young man?"
"I .... er .... I was only .... sniff .... I'm sorry sir, honest I am. I just ...." Jason's voice trailed off, he really didn't have much to say, he was caught red handed. 'dick head, dick head, dick head' he thought to himself, and worst of all, he had got Richard into trouble too. Jason looked down at his feet, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"I will not have boy's of your age drinking or smoking aboard my ship! It is forbidden! Did you think that I would give my permission for you to smoke my cigars and drink my beer? Will"
"Sniff ... no sir ...."
"So you knew it was naughty when you took them?"
"Yes sir"
"So why take them then!" asked the captain glaring at the little boy in front of his desk.
"I just didn't think sir, it was a good idea at the time I suppose .... sniff .... I'm really really sorry sir, it wasn't Richards fault it was all my idea."
"The only reason you are sorry is because you have been caught, but I can guarantee both of you, you will both be very sorry little boys by the end of today. You will both never want to touch another cigar or drink by the end of today."
The Captain stood up and stood before the two boys. Without looking at the Chief he said. "Chief, bring something suitable punish these boys with." The chief left the wardroom and appeared a few minutes later with a large wooden backed hairbrush, Richard gasped at the sight of such a brush. The captain, seeing his chief choice of weapon went to his head and came out carrying another hairbrush of similar dimensions in his hand. Jason sobbed gently, he had already had a taste of the captains and the chief hairbrush and they were both the same as far as he was concerned, very painful.
"For stealing, and smoking and drinking, you will both be punished soundly" the captain told both boys. "You can both struggle and cry as much as you like, but I will not have this sort of behaviour on my ship! Just be lucky both you are not getting caned! There will be no set number of spanks, you will both be spanked until the chief and I deem that you both have been soundly punished." With that Captain Havelock nodded to the chief and both of them got up and placed two straight backed chairs facing each other in the centre of the Captains ward room. Both of the men sat down in the chairs, placing their hairbrushes on the floor.
"Jason, came here" called the Captain, then looking at Richard motioned him over to the Chief.
Jason took small nervous steps towards the Captain, as did Richard towards the Chief. They both reached their executioners at the same time and both were swiftly pulled off their feet and over their respective spankers knee. Both of the boys looked younger than their respective years, considering the size of the Captain and especially the Chief, neither boys hands or feet touched the ground and anybody looking through the port hole would have thought the boys much younger than their twelve and thirteen years.
The Captain smoothed the material of Jason tiny shorts and grabbed hold of the waist and pulled the shorts up tight exposing most of Jason's lower buttocks and the crease where the tops of his thighs met his buttocks. The material looked like a second skin and would prove hardly any protection for what was to come. The Captain rested his large palm on Jason's bottom, half his palm covering the bottom of Jason's shorts and the other half covered his sit down spot and the tops of his legs.
The Chief had Richard over his knee and had grabbed hold of the boy's right arm and placed in the small of the boy's back. He raised his right knee higher than the left and positioned Richards scantily clad damp Speedo covered bottom at the perfect angle for a spanking; He too rested his hand on the silky smooth material of Richard Speedo's.
Captain Havelock looked across at the Chief and noticing that his Chief was ready nodded to him and raised his right arm high.
SPANK, SPANK .... SPANK, SPANK.
Both the captain and the chief delivered two quick swats to the bottom of both boys buttocks, at the same time, it was as though they had rehearsed and choreographed this spanking.
Jason gasped as two quick and very firm spanks landed on the creased of his bottom and legs. Richard on the other hand, quite literally bounced on the Chiefs knee, this was his first taste of a spanking and he yelped mightily at the impact of the Chiefs massive hand. The Captains hand was large but the Chiefs hand covered Richards' buttocks completely.
Both men spanked their respective boy's soundly, with firm hard spanks on the lower part of their buttocks. Jason started yelping after about twenty swats with the Captains hand, Richard on the other hand, was shrieking and howling, kicking and squirming on after about 6 spanks, but then again, this was Richards first serious spanking.
On and on the spanking went, Jason was now crying too as his bottom was firmly spanked, still wearing his shorts. Both boys were fifteen minutes into their spankings, both promising never to drink or smoke again. The lower part of Jason's bottom, what showed below the hem of his shorts that is, was a very rosy red colour. Richards's lower bottom was also very rosy as each spank landed on the crease of his bottom. He was convinced he would never be able to sit down again. He was wrong, this was when the Captain and the Chief, simultaneously, stated spanking the tops of the boys legs, below the crease where bottom met thigh. Each boy bellowed as a newer sharper pain punished the tops of their bare legs, the handprints looking white and then turning a pink colour. They were both given a dozen spanks to the back of each leg. There would be no mistaking that these boys had been punished once they were dressed in shorts again.
The spanking stopped and both boys were helped up and taken to their corners again. Jason, without being told, put his hands on his head and he gently sobbed in his corner, desperate to rub away the pain in his bottom and the backs of legs. Richard on the hand was still crying loudly, and as he was put in the corner immediately began rubbing the back of his smarting legs. At this the chief, picked Richard up under his arm, and walked over to the chair again. Instead of sitting down the Chief placed his left foot on the chair, and turned the squealing little boy over his single knee. Richard was well above the floor and the next thing he knew the chief was smacking the backs of his legs again, hard, harder actually than before.
"You .... SPANK .... will .... SPANK .... not .... SPANK .... touch .... SPANK .... your .... SPANK .... bottom .... SPANK .... or .... SPANK .... legs .... SPANK .... until .... SPANK .... told to .... SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
The chief picked up the bigger boy under the arms and carried the howling boy back to his corner like a naughty little five-year-old. Richard looked over at Jason through tear soaked eyes and put his hands on his end like Jason. Jason was still sobbing quietly.
"You will both stay there until told otherwise, I want both of you to think of why you are being spanked before we carry on." Said the Captain.
"Carry on .... carry on ...." thought Richard, "I cant possibly take more of this" his little bottom felt like it was fire, and as for the back of his legs, he had never thought that a smack could smart so much Here he was, thirteen years old and he had just had the back of his legs smacked like a naughty little five year old. He was embarrassed.
There they were half an hour later, still in their corners, still sniffling slightly. The Captain and the Chief both had a rather fine single malt whiskey as they rested for a while then they resumed their seats in the spanking chairs.
"Boys! Come here please" said the Captain.
Jason walked slower over to the captain, tears running down his face again. Richard cried loudly and walked over to the Chief. Both were stood between each adult's legs.
"You are now both going to be spanked like no other boy has been spanked before. I just sincerely hope that we don't have to repeat this lesson in the future." The captain reached over to Jason and unfastened his short white shorts and gently pulled them down to below his knees. The Chief turned Richard around so that he was facing away from him and putting his fingers at the waist of Richard's Speedo's pulled them down to below his knee too. Picking each boy up like a little boy, they were again placed over each adult's knee, then each adult picked up the dreaded hairbrush.
SMACK .... SPANK .... SMACK .... SPANK .... SPANK .... SPANK.
Both boys were given six sharp, hard spanks to the middle of their bottoms with the backs of the hairbrush. Each boys red bare bottom displayed a momentary oval of whiteness where the hairbrush smacked down and then the white oval turn deep crimson.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..... OOOWOWOWOWOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, shrieked both boys in unison. Richard and Jason were trashing about on each adult's knee, fighting desperately to get away from the punishing hard back of the brush.
On and on and on the spanking went, each bottom looking very red indeed and shiny as the bottoms started getting the familiar feel of hard leather. Richard's mouth produced no sound now, it was just a big oval of open mouth, no sound at all, only snot and dribble and tears covering his face. He caught his breath and .....
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .... N .. N .. No moreeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...... pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Ha hic ha hic wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
SPANK .... SPANK .... SPANK .... SPANK .... SPANK .... The Chief was now concentrating on the very bottom of Richards almost purple bottom.
DA..DA..DA..DADDDYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Richard collapsed over the Chiefs knee, now only crying loudly with each searing smack of the hairbrush to his flaming bottom and back of his legs. He no longer squirmed and thrashed around trying to avoid the punished back of the brush. He just laid their crying like a soundly spanked little boy.
Jason had already reached the same stage as Richard, just another little boy being spanked soundly over his daddy's knee. The Captain realised that they were almost to the end of the spanking, both boys now very sorry little boys indeed. He started to drive the message home.
"YOU .... SPANK .... NAUGHTY .... SPANK .... NAUGHTY ....WHACK .... LITTLE .... SPANK .... BOY" said the Captain.
"YOU .... SPANK ....BAD ....SPANK .... BAD ....WHACK .... BOY .... SPANK ....VERY BAD BOY .... SPANK, SPANK, SPANK" said the Chief.
Both boy's renewed the cries of shame and pain.
"Will you ever do this again?" ..... SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, cried each boy in unison ..... HONNISSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and they both collapsed again into stillness, only the sound of the back of the hairbrush spanking the naughty little bare bottoms of both boys.
"You better not, either of you, because next time Ill start and finish with the hairbrush. As a reminder each boy received another dozen searing whacks of the hairbrush, all on the back of the legs. Each boys bottom was a deep deep red colour and almost purple on the sit down parts. Yes without a doubt both of these boys will have trouble sitting down during the next couple of days.
The spanking stopped, and each boy was picked up by their adult spanker and carried like the weeping sobbing infants they were back to Jason's cabin. There each boys was put into the same bed.
They both fell soundly asleep, hugging each other, as the Captain and the Chief brushed their sweaty hair away from their foreheads. At the door the captain looked back on the boys as Richards father turned up and saw both boys asleep.
"Ah .... Mr. Heller, we shan't be having much more trouble from those two in a while at least."
Three adults looked down at two very small looking and soundly spanked naughty little boys.