We opened the watertight door that led to a wrought iron platform that hovered a few feet above the sparkling clear water.  The captain had slowed the ship to allow us to tie off the small boat, but a froth of white foam could still be seen as it trailed away from the ship.  We would stop for our guests and then, when the four had left, we would continue our trek towards Tahiti.  How long had it been since we had decided to head to the South Pacific?  Just a few days?  So much had happened that the days had melted away seemingly brief.  I scColletted the sea and watched as the stern of the small boat appeared. 

    A horn rang out as the small craft motored towards us.  "Can you grab the line?"  A tall man with a muscled chest called out.  He was wearing dark blue shorts and a pair of sunglasses that appeared to be little more than a swath of plastic. 

    "I've got it," I said and together the dark haired man with the strong stomach and I tied the small boat to the fantail. 

    I helped the four people aboard the ship, holding a hand to each of them.  "Welcome aboard," I announced.

    "Thankyou," the man said, introducing himself as William Chantine.  "This is my wife Dana and our friends, Damon and his girlfriend Louisa.  I have to say that is an interesting decoration you have at the bow of your ship."

    "A pleasure," I said, shaking his proffered hand.  "This is Mistress Collette and this is her ship.  Her word is law, here.  My name is Dennis."

    The six of us greeted each other with handshakes and faux kisses against imaginary cheeks.  I stepped aside as our guests entered the ship with Collette leading the way.  I followed behind and secured the hatch that led onto the fantail.  Their boat was safely tethered, but I picked up a phone and called the bridge to have a crew come down to verify that nothing untoward would happen to our passenger's vessel. 

    "Aye, sir," the gentleman who answered the phone acknowledged.  "I'll see too it."

    "Thank you."

    Hanging up the phone I hurried along and caught up to the entourage that Collette was leading.  She was giving a guided tour, pride evident in her voice.  She had reason to be proud, it was a wonderful ship that was well maintained by the crew. 

    The two women laughed as a naked man walked by.  "Mistress," he said as he hurried along to whatever job he was doing.

    "Does anybody wear clothes on this ship?"

    Collette was naked as I was and they had seen Charlotte, of course.  "When needed, I allow it," Collette replied. 

    "Allow it?"  William asked.

    "This is my ship and I set the rules.  All the men and women aboard are both well-qualified to be here as well as being my slave.  They will do what I tell them without question."

    "Really?"

    Collette nodded. 

    "Anything?" William asked.

    "Dennis," Collette said to me, "prove it to him, will you.  Give him a blow job."

    Without hesitation I stood before William, dropped to my knees and reached for the snap of his blue shorts.  His hands came down to stop me, "Okay. Okay, I believe you."

    "Why'd you stop him?" his wife asked.  "I wouldn't have."

    "Dennis."

    I understood her implication and inched over to Dana.  I brought my hands up her thighs to the waistband of her small bikini bottoms.  I began to inch them lower when William said, "honey?"

    Dana raised an eyebrow at William and snapped, "fine."  Ignoring me she looked over at Collette and queried, "later?"

    "Of course," Collette said.  Then she laughed, a heartfelt burst of merriment, "come," she said between burst of laughter, "let me introduce you to my masthead."

    We continued making our way to the pool deck, Collette pointing out the carpeting, the lighting, the splendor and the luxury that her ship embodied.  It was a beautiful ship and now, nearly a month after leaving the United States, it was still in immaculate condition.  Her crew kept her ship spotless and she was obviously as proud of the crew as much as she was of her ship. 

    I smiled at her, even as she led the tour and couldn't see.  Her exuberance was contagious and the four new visitors were laughing and pointing out things that they noticed and asked questions as the popped into their minds. 

    Collette enjoyed the attention, answering the questions with ease.

    We emerged onto the pool deck.  Roger was still masturbating though the amount of time he actually spent rubbing his cock was minimal.  He was ready to come, needing only a few seconds of stroking before he once again reached the brink of orgasm.  Jacques was still enjoying the sun and the three women that had each eaten Collette to orgasm were frolicking in the pool, laughing giddily like school girls.  They looked at Collette as she emerged, making sure she did not wish their attention, before turning back to their revelry.

    "Is he masturbating?" Dana asked of Roger.

    "Yes," Collette nodded.  "Has been for a few hours now I guess."

    "This ship is absolutely decadent.  I love it."

    Collette beamed.  She led the four new guests to the bow and called down to Charlotte.  "How are you doing, Charlotte?"

    "Cold, mistress," Charlotte admitted. 

    "Do you need to come up?"

    "Not yet, mistress. I'm fine." 

    Collette could hear her teeth chattering.  "Bring her up, Dennis."

    I crossed to my right and untied the rope binding Charlotte's right ankle and the crossed over and repeated the actions for her left leg.  Her legs fell straight.  I reached down and slowly drew Charlotte higher.  I had to strain to bring her up to me but was able to finally get her back onto the pool deck.  Goose pimples covered her wet skin and her lips had a slightly blue tint.  She was shivering.

    I quickly darted across the pool deck and grabbed three towels.  Returning to Charlotte's side I handed her two towels and walked behind her to drape the third over her shoulders.  She thanked me and dried her body with the towels she had taken from me. 

    "Are you okay?"

    "Yes, mistress," Charlottes chattered.

    Collette gave me a look and I nodded in understanding.  "Excuse me," I said to our guests.  "Would you like anything to drink"

    I took the drink orders and made my way into the ship.

    Following Collette's unspoken command I made my way to the infirmary.  I opened the dark wooden door and entered what appeared to be a doctor's waiting room replete with magazines and countless copies of Readers Digest.  "Doc?" I called out.

    A voice rang out, "can I help you?"

    "Hi, doc," I said as I made my way to the voice.  The doctor was walking towards me.  "We need you up by the pool.  Charlotte," and I knew he had no idea who I meant, but he said nothing, "has been exposed to some cold water and she seems to be a little chilled.  Mistress Collette would like you to look at her.  A precautionary measure."

    With all seriousness he said, "of course."  He grabbed the cursory doctor's bag and together the two of us left the infirmary.

    I made my way to the galley and fetched the drink order of our guests.  A guy I had not met, a handsome man with wire glasses and a thick head of black hair made the drinks.  He said he was a bartender and could "whip up most anything if it contains alcohol."  With the drinks in hand I left the galley and returned to Collette's side.

    The doctor was examining Charlotte when I returned.  He was taking her blood pressure and she had a thermometer in her mouth.  I gave the drinks to our guests and they each thanked me in turn.  I nodded to each of them and asked Mistress Collette, "how is she?"

    "She's fine," Collette said, reporting on what the doctor had already determined.  "He is just being overly thorough."

    "You don't get that in the real world."

    "No.  No you don't," Collette agreed with a chuckle.  "Then again this isn't a volume business we have here."

    We watched as the doctor finished his examination of Charlotte.  He nodded to Collette and reported, "yes.  She will be fine.  I recommend that she just gets some sun," he said as he looked up at the sky.  "The weather is perfect and should warm her up promptly."

    "Thank you..." the words hung in the air.

    "Keith," the doctor said, answering the silent question, "Keith Bruchard."

    "Thank you, Keith," Collette said.  She indicated the pool and Roger and her guests and Jacques sunning himself, "please, join us."

    "Thank you, mistress."

    "Thank you.  Why don't you go ask Roger over there," she pointed to Roger as he continued to masturbate, "what you should do first."

    "I shall."  Keith made his way over to Roger.  He looked back at Collette and then returned to Collette's side. 

    "What did he say?"

    He looked slightly perplexed as he said, "he said I should eat you until you have an orgasm."

    Collette laughed, "oh, he did, did he?  Well, I guess we should indulge him, don't you?"

    "Yes, mistress," Keith agreed.  He stepped to his left and lay down on an empty lounge chair with his head at the foot end of the chair and hanging just over the edge.  "Ready, mistress?"

    "Oh, yes," Collette said.  She stepped to her side and straddled Keith's face.  She spread her legs and lowered her pussy to his waiting face. 

    Keith lifted his head and pressed his tongue against Collette's sex.  He began to lap at her pussy with abandon.  His tongue parted the gentle folds and slipped into the moist cavity of her pussy.  

    Above him, Collette purred.

    "Decadent," Dana said, shaking her head.  "Simply decadent."

    "Yes," Collette agreed with a throaty purr.  "Join in."

    "I'd love to," Dana said.  She looked at her husband who shook his head and shrugged.  She took that as a sign of acquiescence.  She reached into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pulled them off of her body.  Her top followed suit immediately and she stood naked on the pool deck just a few feet from Collette who was moaning delightfully as Keith continued to lap heartily at her pussy.

    "Come on," Dana said as she grabbed my hand.  "I told you it'd be later," she said as she pulled me to an empty lawn chair.

    Shaking his head, William said, "when in Rome."

    Louisa and Damon looked at each other, each of them wearing a look of shock on their faces.  They seemed amazed that the ship seemed to be nothing more than an orgy on waves.  Louisa stepped towards the pool and then quickly dove under the sparking water. 

    Damon just shook his head as he looked around at the opulence. 

    Louisa seemed to be as free spirited as her friend Dana.  She stripped her clothes off as she splashed around in the cool water of  the pool.  The two women joined the three that were already swimming and soon shrieks of pleasure could be heard among the splashing water. 

    Damon crossed over to William and spoke to him, barely a whisper. 

    William looked at Damon quizzically and then jumped into the pool with the five naked women.

    To my right, Collette screamed, "now, Roger."

    Roger came with a squeal, his moans joining in with Collette's. 

    Damon disappeared into the ship.

    Collette sat up after her orgasm and looked over at Roger.  He had a look of elation on his face, obviously happy that he had come.  She crossed over to him and asked, "how was that?"

    "Wow," was all he could say.

    Collette looked at the spilled semen on the pool deck and commanded, "clean up, will you.  Use your tongue."

    Collette watched as Roger obeyed.  Roger dropped his head and lapped at his cold come as it congealed on the hard pool deck.  He licked and coughed and licked again until nothing remained.  "Very good, Roger," Collette said.  "You may come as many times as you'd like for the rest of the day."

    "Thank you, mistress," Roger said with sincerity.

    From the pool squeals of delight rang out.  We all watched at the five women and William frolicked and played and splashed.  They were obviously having fun and when William swam next to Dana they embraced and were soon kissing with an audience watching the couple.  Dana pulled William to the shallow end of the pull and pushed his head lower until, oblivious to his surroundings, he began to pleasure his wife.  He had opened well and I was certain would not stop a blowjob again on the ship. 

    From the pool Louisa, looking jealous, searched for Damon.  She looked around and called, "have you seen Damon?"

    I shook my head and watched as Collette did the same.  Collette looked at me and nodded; I would find him.  I left the pool deck and made my way into the ship, hearing Collette as I left, "Dennis will find him.  He probably went to find a bathroom." 

    I disagreed; he would have asked.

    I climbed the stairs and made my way to the bridge.  I informed the captain of our missing guest and he promised that if he heard where he was he would have him escorted back to the pool deck.  I thanked him and began to search the ship; starting high and slowly sinking lower and lower.  I would find him.  Each time I passed a crewman or woman I would enquire if they had seen any sign of Damon.  None of them had.

    Where did he go? I wondered.  And why?

    I made my way to the fantail and found Damon on his boat.  He looked...guilty, that was the term I wanted; like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.  "Damon," I called to him, "what are you doing out here.  Come on, join the party."

    "I'll be right there," he said.  "Had to use the bathroom and then wanted to grab some suntan lotion."  He held up a brown bottle of sunscreen.

    "I'll wait."  I knew he was lying; but I couldn't prove it.  It was his tone, a contrived outburst.  I would report to Collette and let her decide the proper course of action.

    I stood silently and waited for Damon to finish aboard his vessel.  I led Damon back to the pool deck and watched as he joined the fun in the pool.  I made my way to Collette's side and said, "got a moment?"

    "Sure," she said.

    The two of us made our way to the bow of the ship when I filled Collette in on where I had found Damon and how guilty he had seemed when I had found him.   I informed her that I felt he was up to something but that I could not guess what. 

    "Thank you," Collette said thin-lipped.  "I'll take care of it." 

    Collette made her way to the bridge while I remained behind and kept my eye on Damon.

    Damon and Louisa and William and Dana frolicked in the pool.  I watched as they played while waiting for Collette to return.  After about fifteen minutes, she returned to my side.  "You were right," she said.  "He is a thief.  We found some stolen items in his boat.  He was hiding them when you found him and so didn't get to hide them well."

    "What are you going to do?"

    "Watch." No sooner had the words left her mouth when the door leading into the ship opened and eighteen men came out.  Collette stepped to the edge of the pool and pointed to Damon, "get the fuck out of my pool."

    The pool deck went silent.

    William swam to the edge of the pool, "what's wrong?"

    Collette dropped her eyes to William and said, "this does not need concern you; this is between Damon and I.  Now," her eyes went back to Damon, "get the hell out of my pool."

    Belligerently he said, "I didn't do anything."  

    "No?"  She turned towards the men that had appeared, "bring them out." 

    One of the men spun around and left the pool deck and returned a moment later with his hands full.  "Mistress," he said as he placed the items on the deck. 

    "Then why were these on your boat?"

    "Those were on my boat?" William asked incredulously.

    Collette's head dropped to William, said, "yes," and then once again returned her attention to Damon as he said, "I don't know."

    "Get out of my pool."

    "Damon?" William queried.  William then turned his attention to Collette and said, "I'm sorry."

    Louisa said, "not again."

    "Shut up, bitch," Damon snapped at Louisa.

    "Again," William said.  "Louisa, what did you mean by that?"

    Damon began swimming towards the edge of the pool.

    Louisa sounded embarrassed as she replied to William, "Damon spent a year in prison for theft but he promised he didn't steal anymore.  He promised," the last word was almost a cry.

    Damon hissed at Louisa, "I said 'shut up.'"

    Collette looked down at Damon.  "You have a choice, sir.  I will have my crew literally throw you off my ship and it is quite the fall to the water.  Or, you can submit to my punishment.  Either way, you will never steal from me again."

    "You can't force me to do anything," Damon snapped as he climbed out of the water.

    Collette looked around, at me, at the crew that had gathered and raised an eyebrow, "I can't?"

    Damon stood next to Collette, his face in hers and shouted, "fuck you!"

    Collette stood there defiantly.  "Choose."  Her voice was cold. 

    "Fuck you.  Throw me off your ship."

    Collette shook her head.  "No. You didn't have a choice.  You are going to submit to my punishment and then you can leave."  She turned around and commanded, "grab him."

    Four men came forward and wrestled with Damon.  They groped his limbs and though Damon fought, swinging wildly, he was quickly subdued and held immobile.

    "William," Collette said, "Louisa, Dana.  This man has stolen from me.  I am going to punish him.  You three can either watch or go to your boat and I will bring him to you when I am done.  You have done nothing wrong and I have no problem with you staying.  Damon, here, will be leaving when I am done with him.  Your choice."

    In unison, "I'm staying."

    "Very well." She turned to the men holding Damon, "strip him."

    Damon's clothes were ripped from his body, torn apart, until he was standing, arms and legs held immobile, naked and exposed.

    "Very nice, Damon," Collette commented.  "You have a nice, hard body.  How well does it respond to pain?"  She turned and asked for a paddle to be delivered to her waiting hand.  Immediately one of the men obeyed.  "Bend him over," Collette commanded.

    Damon was forced to bend at the waist, leaving his naked ass exposed and unprotected. His hands were held away from his body and his legs held wide spread.   

    "Now," Collette said.  "Count for me, Damon.  I will stop when we reach fifty.  That fifty could end up being a lot more than fifty if you do not cooperate.  If you don't count, it don't count.  If you miscount, it don't count.  Count them and thank me.  If you don't thank me, it don't count.  I hope you understand, because I don't like to repeat myself."  Collette took up position behind Damon and swung the paddle.

   Damon gasped but stoically said nothing.

    Collette swung the paddle again.  The paddle landed with a dull thump against Damon's naked and unprotected ass.  He gasped, sucking in a breath of wet breath.  He said nothing.

    Collette swung the paddle a third time, a fourth, a fifth.  Still Damon said nothing.  Collette had to smile; he thought he was being brave, not realizing that Collette would not remind him to count nor would she reduce the sentence she had imposed of fifty "official" swats of the paddle.  The paddle fell a sixth time, a seventh.  Each time Damon gritted his teeth and said nothing. 

    Eight, nine, ten, eleven.  Still he said nothing.

    "She will keep going until you start counting," I reminded Damon.  "She wasn't kidding."

    Twelve.  Thirteen.  Fourteen.

    At fifteen Damon said, "fifteen."

    Collette continued to swing the paddle and Damon continued to count, "sixteen."  A grunt.  "Seventeen," a groan.  "Eighteen."  And still the paddle fell.

    I shook my head as Damon continued counting and when he said "twenty-nine" I finally spoke, "you didn't listen.  You have to start at one.  They haven't counted yet."

    "Shit," he gasped, obviously in pain.  The paddle fell again and Damon hissed, "one."

    Still the paddle fell.  Over and over Collette swung the paddle, striking Damon's unprotected ass with bulls-eye precision.  "Ten.  Eleven.  Twelve."

    "Damon," I said, his name punctuated by another slap with the paddle.  "You have to thank her or they don't count.  This is not that hard."

    The paddle fell again and Damon gasped, "one, thank you." 

    More and more blows fell and when he reached eleven I finally spoke again, "she said to thank her.  You haven't thanked her yet.  Thank 'Mistress Collette.'"

    Still the paddle fell.

    "One. Thank you, mistress Collette," Damon squeaked.

    I applauded him lightly.  A golf clap.

   Collette continued to swing the paddle, administrating Damon's punishment for the theft from her ship.

   "Two, thank you, mistress Collette." His voice was weak and cracked on the last word.

    And still Collette swatted him with the heavy, wooden paddle.  She would see the punishment though til then end. 

    Finally, mercifully, Damon choked out, "fifty, thank you, mistress Collette."

    And setting the paddle down, Collette said, "you're welcome."

    Damon was straining against the men that held him and Collette nodded.  The men released him and Damon fell to his knees with a groan and began rubbing his red and bruised ass with his now free hands.  He slowly rocked on his knees as tears filled his eyes over the pain and burning in his ass. 

    Collette looked at William who was looking doe-eyed at Damon and said, "he won't steal from me again."

    William stood wide-mouthed and stammered, "no.  No, he won't."  He laughed, a forced laughed.

    "You are welcome here as are Louisa and Dana.  I will be escorting Damon off my ship.  I will have him guarded.  He will not come back aboard.  If you opt to leave, you three are welcome back.  Understood?"

    "Yes, ma'am," he said with reverence. 

    With that Collette turned and said, "get him off my ship."

     With that, Damon was pulled, kicking and cursing off of the pool deck.  Collette looked at me and nodded.  I understood and followed along as Damon was escorted forcefully to the boat he had arrived on.  He was released at the fantail and when he was aboard his ship I said, "you are not allowed onboard.  These men will see to that.  Your friends are free to come and go as they see fit.  Good day, sir."  My tone was curt.

    "Don't let him leave."

    The four men that had escorted Damon to the boat all nodded their understanding.  "Yes, sir," they said one after the next.

    Collette's will was done.  Damon had been taken care of and would no longer steal from her or anybody aboard her ship.

    I returned to Collette's side.  "He is aboard his vessel and under guard.  He won't be back."

    Collette nodded. She approached the edge of the pool and looked down at William, Dana, and Louisa, "you are free to leave if you wish, of course."

    Dana stared open-mouthed.  Louisa said, "you really let him have it."

    "Yes."

    "I wish his mother had done that to him when he was a kid.  He wouldn't be who he is now, I suppose, but he wouldn't have done jail time for theft either."  Her voice simply faded.  "Can I stay?" she squeaked at last.

    Collette nodded.

    From off the starboard side of a ship a bull horn sounded, "fuck you! Fuck you all."

    Looking more annoyed than surprised, Collette and I and a few of the men standing naked on the pool deck made our way to the edge of the ship.  About thirty feet away was Damon, a bullhorn pressed to his lips, riding in William's boat, slicing through the waves next to us. 

    "Fuck you," the bullhorn roared.  "Who wants to ride on your fucking boat anyway?"

    Collette spun around and beckoned William to her side.  She then looked at me and said, "get a bullhorn."

    "Yes, mistress."

    William climbed from the pool and made it to Collette's side.  "That's my boat," he shouted, thought it was doubtful that Damon heard.  William turned to Collette, "he took my boat."

    Collette nodded, "yes.  Do you want me to get it back?"

    "Yeah!" He didn't even realize he had shouted.

    I returned to Collette's side with the bullhorn and handed it to her.  She took it and leaned in and whispered in my ear. 

    "Yes, mistress." 

    And I made my way to the bridge.

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