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THE SPANKING CRUISE

by Carly Burton


Harry was happily sifting through the nominations for his 'special' all expenses paid award of a week's cruise on his pride and joy, Reconicort. His eyes widened in excitement when he spotted the photograph of the extraordinarily pretty Michaela, a thirty-two-year-old lady of significant proportions. She was delightfully curvy, a UK size eighteen, he guessed, and undoubtedly a very satisfying handful. She looked as if she had everything he loved in a woman: a pretty face with laughter in her seductive eyes, yet a cheeky face, and a full figure with curves in all his favourite places. He was rather disappointed that he didn't have a rear view of her (no doubt) delectable bottom, his absolute favourite part of female anatomy.

His palms began to itch, became sweaty and his pulse rate increased at the mere thought of meeting her and including her on his next cruise. He imagined having her... He skimmed the rest of her details, then put her at the top of the pile of possibilities.

The next few nominations were of little note, until he came across Verity, a twenty-eight-year-old model-type; blonde, slim, and superior in her whole demeanour. She evoked a completely different reaction in him... he wanted so badly to wipe that superior expression from her face and have her...

He placed her details with Michaela's, dismissing the rest, and printed off his standard letter offering each of them a free, all expenses paid week's holiday on his cruiser. He enclosed a small glossy brochure showing off his beloved cruiser and all the facilities on offer. He also included the terms and conditions letter that they were to read and sign, consenting to join the cruise and all it entailed. He smiled deliciously to himself as he knew full well that they were highly unlikely to read all the conditions and would sign anyway, having no idea what they were agreeing to. On the off chance they did read everything, well, that would be unlikely, but, they were free to decline his offer.

He sat back in his chair, grinning like an idiot as he contemplated his next cruise if these two very different ladies accepted his offer to join him. He could hardly wait for their replies, with the usual deadline of a week upon receipt, to accept or lose the opportunity. He reached for his file of applications for the fee-paying guests and carefully chose those he wanted to invite on his next venture. There were a few regulars, a few first timers, and all willing to pay significant fees to join his secret yet extremely sought after 'special' cruises. Now all he had to do was send these invitations and wait.


Michaela squealed in delight as she opened her letter, discovering she had won a free week's cruise, all expenses paid, next month. She had been really low recently, having just broken up with her boyfriend and this was exactly what she needed. She scanned the glossy brochure showing a photograph of a sleek cruiser with Captain Harry at the helm, a handsome man, she instantly noted, and the prospect beckoned to her immediately. She briefly read the conditions, skipping most of the small print, signed and sent her acceptance with little more thought. Her excitement was palpable and her spirits were lifted as she imagined soaking up the sun on deck and drinking cocktails in the moonlight. She simply couldn't wait.

Verity frowned as she read her letter; this was too good to be true, surely? She too was tempted by the sleek cruiser and read the brochure and accompanying letter searching for a catch. She didn't find one, as she merely skimmed the small print just as Michaela had. She was irritated at the way her life had turned out recently. Her friends had drifted away from her one by one, fed up with her superior attitude and impossible standards. She could do with a break like this, new people to charm. Finally, she sighed and thought about the prospect of a week on the water, drinking cocktails and possibly finding a little excitement. She signed and sent her acceptance letter off immediately.

Harry was thrilled to receive both acceptance letters only three days after sending out the offers. He had both ladies in his sights, for different reasons, and smiled to himself as he thought they both deserved a good spanking for signing without knowing exactly what they're agreeing to. He chuckled to himself as he imagined doing just that.

He rang his crew to finalise the details, confirmed the cruise with all the other guests and had to contain his excitement for three more weeks before the departure date. He had an especially good feeling about this trip; he was particularly anticipating Michaela. He hadn't felt this degree of excitement previously, although every trip of this type he had run before had been successful. This one promised to be even more exciting, gratifying, thrilling, satisfying... he had to control his over-exuberance or he would blow a fuse before the cruise even took place.


Captain Harry stood proudly on the deck of Reconicort as he greeted his guests. The first returning couple were Tim and Julia who strode confidently towards him, eager to shake his hand. They were in their mid-forties, a handsome couple and old friends, both a picture of health and he knew from past experience that they were fun loving and adventurous.

A new, younger couple who he didn't know well climbed on board looking slightly uncomfortable, holding hands tightly. Dan and Gaynor were new to his 'special' cruise experience but had come recommended by a friend. They had met previously, although briefly, to assess their suitability to join the cruise. Dan responded warmly to Harry's welcome, but Gaynor held back slightly before Dan firmly urged her forward. Harry recognised her hesitancy as embarrassment and knew they were not very experienced, however, he hoped they would blossom under his tutoring.

Nigel and Paul were next; a couple of friends in their early twenties who were usually up for anything. Trustworthy, frequent guests of his, they always provided endless entertainment with their exuberance for activities that Harry instigated on his cruises.

A stout older lady of indeterminate years strode purposefully aboard, grinning broadly. She was called May, but was affectionately known as Matron for her imposing demeanour; she was also a frequent visitor on board. She had a very special place in Harry's affections for her strength of character and pioneering spirit.

Veronica, or Ronnie as she preferred to be addressed, was next to board, a captivating smile covering her face as she was greeted by Harry. She was not a girly type of girl, but athletic, not exactly feminine or attractive either; she had no airs and graces, and was more like one of the lads. This was her first trip with Harry, but he knew her by reputation from friends as a good sport.

The crew had been on board for a while, Cookie (the cook) was busy preparing food in the Galley, and Billy (the cabin boy) had prepared and allocated the cabins for the guests. The co-pilot, Sebastian, an old friend and business partner was busy making all the technical checks necessary prior to the boat departing from the port.

Each guest was directed to their cabin to store their limited amount of luggage and invited to join the captain for drinks shortly.

Finally, the 'special' guests were due to arrive, invited to board a little later than the fare-paying guests to allow the rest to settle in and be assembled on deck to greet them. Exactly on time, two taxis arrived to deliver Michaela and Verity. Harry watched in a flurry of excited anticipation as Michaela climbed out of the car, not attempting to stifle his gasp of appreciation as he beheld her magnificent plus-size figure. He gave only brief attention to Verity at this point. It was an effort to stop himself from staring longingly at Michaela, and he had to firmly tell himself to keep his interest in check.

There was a sense of wonder in the eyes of both ladies as they scanned the stylish cruiser, impressed that this was to be their home for the next week. Captain Harry welcomed them aboard with warm smiles and a relaxed manner, introducing them to the rest of the passengers with his usual flair. Michaela had a similar reaction to Captain Harry as he had to her - she had thought him handsome in the glossy brochure, but in reality, he was something else. His appearance was imposing, the ultimate mature man; his slightly greying hair added an air of sophistication to his strong features. His eyes were... devilish, she decided, inviting... something she couldn't quite fathom. A definite spark was obvious between them, from the outset. There would be time to pursue this later, but not yet.

There were smiles all round as the two latest guests were welcomed, nods of approval and secret smiles shared when their backs were turned. They had no idea what they had got themselves into.

Harry showed the ladies to their cabins, frowning slightly as he noted the amount of luggage both had brought, when he had expressly told them not to bring much. The confines of a cabin did not allow for much storage and he had informed them that they would be given suitable complimentary clothing in addition to their own.

Harry opened the doors to two cabins and urged a lady inside each one, explaining that they had separate, but identical cabins next door to each other. They were both delighted with the design and high class, luxury furnishings. He pointed to a package on each bed and explained it was the special complimentary gift of clothing he had mentioned. He made them both aware that he expected them to wear the clothes when instructed, but they could wear their own any other time. Both ladies looked slightly perplexed at his instructions, but simply shrugged and gave it no more thought.

"Take a little time to unpack, then come up on deck for drinks before we cast off, ok?" Harry told them both, smiled and left them to it, grinning all the way back on deck.

Michaela raised her eyebrows and shrugged at Verity.

"Shall we get unpacked then, so we can get a drink?" she asked, her friendly manner endearing to most people, but not necessarily to Verity who was rather cool in response; she barely smiled in return, but agreed with a nod of her head, then closed the door. Her superior demeanour was very much in evidence.

Michaela was so eager to join the others for drinks that she quickly unpacked and didn't bother to investigate the clothing gift. She knocked on Verity's door, and found her just about to open her package.

"Are you ready?" Michaela enquired.

"I was just about to look at the clothes we were given," Verity answered, but she saw the disappointment on Michaela's face, and relented. "But I can do that later. Ok, I'm coming." She left the package unopened and followed Michaela up on deck.

They were just about to cast off and leave port, which was quite thrilling to both girls who had never been to sea before on a small cruiser. They watched in fascination as the ropes were untied, Billy jumping back on board, his lithe young body landing safely and efficiently. Captain Harry was at the helm, guiding Reconicort safely out of the harbour. The excitement was shared by the other passengers who were all on deck. They were off on an adventure and even Matron's stern expression relaxed as they sailed off to sea.

Verity was eyeing Billy with interest as he coiled the ropes and went about his duties. She was not usually interested in someone as lowly as a cabin boy, although he was hardly a boy, she surmised.



© Carly Burton
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