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knowing it felt right. She sighed
with pleasure and submission, as he stroked her head.
    “Nice,” he said, in an almost-Jud voice. “I think you’ve
learned your place!” That was back to Captain Jack. “Captives belong on their
knees. You just stay there while I finish my grog.” His boots moved out of her
line of vision but he was still close. If he’d left the room she’d have known.
His presence filled the room and her mind.
    A strange peace filled her as she waited. She bent lower,
until her forehead touched the cool tile of the floor. What was he doing?
Finishing his coffee? She rather regretted her half-finished mug, but captives
didn’t get coffee or grog, they… A gentle tap on her ass caught her attention.
“Get up, prisoner!”
    She did, and turned to face him. “Who told you to look at
me?”
    “No one, Captain.”
    “Then turn back!”
    She did but not before she noticed him reach for the pile of
scarves. “Seems I need to chastise you a little more. Lay you across the table
and let you taste the end of a rope’s end.”
    Her throat went dry. One spanking was enough. Time for Lady
Katherine to kick in the traces. “No!” she yelled, and spun to face him. “I’m
not afraid of you! You’re nothing but a common criminal!” He’d wanted a
reaction. He had one. Black Jack scowled.
    “Just wait til you feel…” She didn’t wait to hear what he
intended her to feel. Her heart racing, blood pounding in her ears. Cunt
throbbing with fear and excitement, she ran as he reached out to grab her and
raced up the stairs.

Chapter Nine
     
    He was so close behind she could feel his boots on the
stairs. As she dashed into her bedroom, he grabbed her by the waist and threw
her face-down on the mattress, and landed on top of her. His weight pressed her
into the mattress. His cock felt harder than before, and he made a point of grinding
his erection into the crease of her ass. “Seems I may have to subdue you
completely,” he growled in her ear. “A cock up your insolent ass would keep you
in your place.”
    “No!” It came out as a panicked wail. He was playing, right?
He'd promised. “Please, Captain please, no. I beg you!”
    He didn’t move except to stroke her head and ease it down
into the pillow. “Since you begged. I won’t bugger you, Lady Katherine, but I
will chastise you. You need a lesson in obedience.”
    Before she could even think what ‘chastisement’ involved, he
pulled her hands over her head, and tied them to the bed. He never said a word
as he twisted the silk scarves though the ornate headboard she’d thought so
stylish and interesting. He tested the knots, easing his finger under the
scarves to gauge how tight her bonds. She wasn’t uncomfortable, just incredibly
undignified…and excited.
    His hand cupped her ass and kneaded her flesh. “Didn’t learn
the first time I spanked you, did you?”
    “No, Sir, I need another one!” What the hell had made her
say that? Stupidity? Or the wonderful sensation between her legs at the thought
of his hand smacking down and warming her butt.
    She got what she asked for, hard on one side. “That’s for
not remembering to call me ‘Captain’!” Before she could correct herself, or
apologize, another landed, hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m sorry, Captain,”
she cried, the warmth spreading across her cheeks, until cool air brushed her
heated ass as he parted her skirt.
    “So!” he roared. “You purported to be a decent woman. Only
whores from the dockside walk around without pantaloons. His hand stroked her
ass. “I can see you need severe attention.” She sensed his eyes gloating over
her lower back, and legs. “Open your legs!”
    She debated disobeying, for a second, but thought better of
it. Legs spread wide, she lay there waiting, and hoping, for whatever came
next.
    “Seems you can learn. Good! I left my flogger downstairs.
Don’t go anywhere until I get back!”
    It wasn’t just the sound of his boots on