The Clausen family had been one of the most prestigious families in the Hanseatic city for generations. The address was a venerable villa in the classic Wilhelminian style, which signaled at first glance that this was an old money aristocracy. An electric gate and a man-high wall clearly signaled that not everyone was welcome here. The remarkably well-kept park surrounding the estate was characterized by old trees and stretched down to the river. A Mercedes convertible was parked in front of the entrance. However, a separate building with a wide garage entrance suggested that there were several vehicles here.
A seaworthy motor yacht lay protected from prying eyes in the boathouse down by the river. On sunny days, you could be out in the bay in half an hour from here. Sometimes the family would set off together to relax on the sea on a Sunday afternoon. Or a male trio would meet up in casual maritime attire to set off on a well-groomed gentlemen’s outing. At least that’s what the neighbors observed, although otherwise they knew very little about the family and their habits.
It was better that way, because what happened on board during these nights was definitely not intended for the public. The whole thing was handled with corresponding discretion. The people involved were all of mature age. You could tell that, in addition to their work, they obviously still had enough time to regularly steel themselves with fitness and get a tan in the solarium and on the golf course, which a normal employee only has a chance to get on vacation at best.
It was another one of those summer nights that seemed made for a stimulating gentlemen’s evening. There was largely no wind. The sea would therefore be smooth and make for a very relaxed outing. In view of what they were planning out there in the bay, they had of course left the family at home, including the somewhat aged wife. When men really want to have fun, family ties are just a nuisance. Above all, because a real men’s night out is of course unthinkable without female company, but men at this age are mainly interested in young women with whom they can really let off steam.
As befitted a man over fifty, each of the three naturally kept a secret lover of an interesting age. One served her master as an assistant or secretary during the day and lived in the naive hope of one day being allowed to bear his name. The other two belonged to the type of woman who deliberately approached wealthy men in order to get as much of their glamor and wealth as possible. They were all mentally quite shallow and a real man could have little interest in them apart from the occasional fuck. In the vocabulary that men used among themselves, mistresses like them therefore ranked roughly on the same level as any common hooker. Except that you had her exclusively at your disposal and didn’t have to share her with hundreds of suitors.
The three of them had known each other since their college days and this Saturday afternoon was not the first time their female appendages had seen each other. They had dressed up especially nicely today and were waiting down at the harbor as agreed. Of course, they knew how the rest of the day would go and what expectations they had to fulfill. Perhaps some of them were embarrassed to be among their peers as the mistress of a rich man. Nevertheless, they all joined in because, as a modern woman, she didn’t want to be seen as a prude.
The mistress of a well-known man knows that she has to behave extremely discreetly in public. That’s why the three of them did everything they could to appear as inconspicuous as possible. They did not stand together as a group, but kept discreet eye contact with each other. Although this time there were only two of them and they were still waiting for the third. A circumstance that was already causing a certain amount of anxiety, as the agreed date was approaching ominously.
Then the yacht came into view. She headed towards the berth reserved for guests with the slowness required in the harbor area. It was quite a stately yacht, the likes of which were rarely seen in the small harbor. It had the obligatory ladder at the back, which could be used to get into the sea and swim far off the coast, away from the usual bathers at the small seaside resort. There was a spacious lounge at the stern, which continued inwards into an all-round glazed living area. There were three bedrooms below deck. Two of them were so small that they actually only consisted of a bed for two. The fourth was in the bow area of the yacht and was probably what Americans call a master bedroom.
In other words, the yacht offered ideal conditions for a discreet love nest with a maritime flair and the advantage of absolute seclusion.
The two young women moved, seemingly at random, towards the already familiar spot where the boat would dock. They were still trying to act like normal tourists who had just come for a relaxed afternoon stroll along the promenade of the former fishing village. There was still no sign of the third party. Instead, there was a young girl with long blonde hair who seemed to be standing nearby, unconcerned.
The fact that she was also part of the group was only revealed when the boat docked.
Two of the men took care of mooring the boat, while the third remained at the helm and managed the mooring process. Three women took a big step over to the yacht. The two men jumped in after them and the boat started moving again with a sonorous bubbling engine noise. The adventure could begin.
So, at the last minute, they had become complete after all. However, it was not a familiar face that had joined the two young women, but a strikingly pretty girl who made them feel uncomfortable, if only because she was probably a good ten years younger and therefore almost forbiddenly young. The skipper and owner of the yacht introduced her as his new companion and tried everything to give the clearly insecure girl a sense of belonging. He hugged her tightly and kissed her as lavishly as you would kiss a lover, thereby documenting his claim to ownership. After a slightly awkward silence, the other women joined in the ritual and also hugged their respective men tightly.
This made it clear what had changed and who belonged to whom.
As always, we sailed far out of the bay until the coastline could only just be made out above the horizon. We anchored in a spot that was marked as shallow on the nautical chart and was therefore avoided by the large cargo ships and ferries. Here they could remain undisturbed and everyone involved knew that the boat would not move until Sunday afternoon.
The women did what women always do when they are on a boat and the cloudless sky promises a glorious summer’s day: they undressed immediately and let the sun shine on them. And as they were far away from prying eyes, they naturally undressed completely and moved around in all their natural nudity from then on. The new girl among them had been reluctant for a moment to take off all her clothes, but then followed the example of the others. The men had also taken everything off as a matter of course. They were hungry, of course, so three ready meals found their way into the microwave and the men gathered in the lounge, where a lively conversation soon ensued.
Meanwhile, the women had stretched out in several places on the boat, pursuing the instinctive female need to perfect their full-body tan. For the men’s eyes that occasionally wandered around, they formed a stimulating backdrop of larger and smaller breasts, blonde, brown and black hair, pubic mounds with or without neatly trimmed frizzy hair, taut thighs and gently rounded buttocks ranging from a hefty woman’s ass to a girlishly small bottom. Every now and then, a carefully shaved cunt came into view when one of the three changed position and didn’t take it too seriously in terms of modesty.
The men clearly enjoyed the thought that all this female flesh was not only within their grasp, but also easily available at any time. But at the moment they were still too preoccupied with themselves to worry about it. After all, men always have a lot to tell each other – about successful businesses, ambitious plans, general world affairs and, of course, about the women they have fun with and those they are married to. There would be plenty of time for the seductive flesh on board. After all, the young cunts couldn’t run away.
However, the seemingly dull women had mixed feelings. The men they had become involved with were not just the loving, tender kind who knew how to make a woman happy. They were all men who had made a name for themselves and had defeated numerous rivals on their way to the top and eliminated annoying adversaries. Such men can not only be imaginative lovers. They also have what it takes to get their way. And they can get really rough if you oppose them.
Everyone here, except for the youngest, knew exactly what was expected of them on board. Real friends stick together and are prepared to share joys and sorrows and support each other. Touching someone else’s wife is an absolute taboo. But it was completely different with a mistress. A mistress was not a woman you invested emotions in. She was a woman you put up with and from whom you expected sex and pleasure in return. Not only could she be replaced at any time if she became boring. You could also make her available to your friends if they developed an interest in her. And you could reprimand her like a little girl if she didn’t perform.
However, as at least two of those waiting for the rest of the evening had already felt on their own bodies, there were not only strong male hands on board that did not hesitate to make female buttocks glow in case of rebelliousness. There was also a short strap whip that could be really painful.
„I think I’ll go for your Karin today,“ Ole Clausen whispered in his friend’s ear, while his eyes lustfully scanned the object of his slowly awakening desire. The man just grinned and said: „Don’t force yourself. I’m also in the mood for a little change. So there’s nothing wrong with a little pussy swap. It’s always been a good way to combat boredom.“ His name was Peter Matthiesen. He made himself useful in his parents‘ shipping company, which he would probably take over sooner or later as the only heir in the family.
The third member of the group leaned back and relaxed. „I can’t say that I’m sick of my new cunt yet,“ but the girl is sometimes a little too self-confident for me. She thinks she’s the most beautiful on earth and thinks a lot of it. She’s shown herself to be very willing so far and has been eager to get down to business. But I’m of the opinion that there’s nothing she needs more than a good spanking. After all, I don’t want her to spread her legs for me because I pay her to, but because I want her to.“ He was known in the region as Rainer Wohld and was the owner of a large bakery with branches practically all over the north.
„So what do you suggest? Should we take them on?“
„I want to see her cry tonight. And I want her ass to burn. She’ll probably put up a fight, but I’ll teach her what I expect from a woman I’ve taken possession of.“
The prospect of a particularly eventful night had already had an effect on Ole. He had developed an unmistakable hard-on and knew that he needed immediate relief. Karin was just about to get up from her prone position. She squatted down, seemingly unconsciously revealing the sight of her womanhood to him, which got his cock in the mood even more. But Ole was too much of a man to react to such a crude come-on. The beast thought she was irresistible, he thought, and realized in the corner of his eye that Peter had not missed the situation either. So he could take her on, knowing that she would be called to account for her improper behavior today.
She went into the kitchen, which formed the transition between the lounge outside and the glassed-in salon, to make herself another drink. He followed her, stepped behind her and snuggled up to her so that she could feel his stiff manhood and he could feel her firm ass. She glanced questioningly in Peter’s direction, but he had already come to terms with Ole’s companion and stroked the inside of her thigh with possessive abandon.
Ole caressed Karin’s breasts, which were just the right size to nestle softly in his curved hands. His lips traced her shoulders, moistened her neck with small kisses and finally moved to her earlobes. He knew that she was particularly sensitive here and continued his touch until her body was visibly restless. She breathed in deeply and tilted her head back with a comforting coo. He gently turned her towards him, which she allowed to happen willingly, and sucked greedily on her lips while his hands gripped her buttocks possessively. He slowly took one step at a time until he reached the small, steep staircase that led to the lower part of the boat. He carefully descended one step at a time until his mouth reached the level of her belly button. His gaze focused on the point where her thighs came together and the full splendor of her labia became visible for a brief moment with each step down. He pulled her into the nearest cubicle and proceeded to the actual act without much ado.
Peter had been following the action, not without excitement, while he was busy getting his friend’s secretary, lover and playmate in the mood. She went by the name of Miriam and had a distinctly athletic appearance with slender contours and strikingly long legs. Ole had picked her up at the Hanseatic rowing club, where there were always pretty young women vying for the attention of the mostly older, but exceptionally well-heeled male members. Miriam was one of those women who believe they can manipulate any man by flirting with their natural charms. For example, to get another pair of shoes or some chic rag from one of the trendy boutiques in the city. Ole was of course familiar with this game, but he played it with a smile on his lips, because he knew that his playmate, who played it cool and unapproachable, always returned the favor with a particularly hot night of sex. But he had also made it clear to her that his mistress had to dance to his tune and that he could become extremely unpleasant if she overstepped the boundaries he had set for her.
Now Miriam was lying on the cushions with her legs bent and her head draped over Peter’s lap. Her long blonde hair mingled with his black pubic hair and he was sure she could feel his swollen cock throbbing against the back of her head with burgeoning desire. Unlike the others, she was completely shaved. She had embalmed herself from head to toe with sun cream and her pubic mound glistened provocatively in the late afternoon sun. Every now and then she gave him a deeper look, inevitably making him lust after the part of her body that he would no doubt soon be looking at more closely. Ole was busy with his wife today and he would treat himself to this slender gazelle for a change.
Last night he had knelt behind his Karin to drive a cock into her with violent pumping movements while he got excited at the sight of her magnificent ass. Today she had to give herself to Ole, but it seemed the horny slut had no problem with it. He had given her permission by his passive behavior alone. But he would still punish her for her shamelessness. Compared to the lovers of his friends, she was probably the most whorish woman and he enjoyed punishing her from time to time just for that fact.
The future shipowner was sure that she would do anything to continue playing his second wife, even if he sometimes treated her quite roughly. He knew that she secretly speculated that one day she would be able to take on the role of his wife. But he also knew that a low-level bitch like her would definitely be denied this ultimate goal. Nevertheless, he appreciated her uninhibited nature and had already given her her third pay rise in a short space of time as a reward for maintaining her dependency. Nevertheless, she had to learn from time to time that he was not only her boss and lover, but also her master. And as such, he claimed the right to have complete control over her life and determine what she could and could not do.
By now, Ole was doing what one does with a sly woman who plays the diligent secretary in a strict business outfit during the day and plays the born slut who has no inhibitions in the evening. She knew that she had a body that would turn any man’s head. But she also knew that her lover and his two friends were the kind of men who were only interested in immaculately beautiful women anyway and were therefore unimpressed. He went through the full program with her. First she had to use her mouth because it made him horny to watch her. Then he worked intensively on the perfectly formed folds between her thighs and then took her violently and persistently from behind until she had come for everyone to hear and he could no longer help but pour himself into her in violent spasms.
When he had finished with her, he went back upstairs and plunged into the warm and refreshing summery waters of the Baltic Sea.
By now, it had gradually become evening. The sun had noticeably lost its strength and the light onshore breeze was probably a little too fresh for the three ladies to stay outside completely undressed. Karin had followed Ole’s example and also got into the water for a quick dip. She didn’t care that the love juices from the fuck she had just finished were clearly running down her legs. The others had noticed that she had been doing it with Ole anyway and a swim in the sea was always a better way to get clean than the tiny shower on board. It was one of those moments when she doubted whether it had really been a good idea to approach her boss and become his concubine with high expectations in her head. If she had known beforehand that he would beat her as a matter of course whenever she disobeyed, as he called it, she might have refrained from the idea. But now it was too late and she didn’t even dare to think about what he would do to her if she had the idea of breaking up with him. Besides, she had just bought this fancy little condominium and couldn’t afford to lose him as a lover and therefore her overpaid job.
When she had climbed back on board and was rubbing her desirable body dry with a large bath towel, Peter suddenly stood behind her. He looked at her sternly, took her by the hand without a word and pulled her into the large saloon, which could be seen from all sides. With an energetic movement, he pushed her onto the soft upholstered seating, causing her breasts to move vigorously as the bath towel came off her body and she presented herself to him as naked as she had just been swimming in the sea. He bent over her, grabbed the back of her knees with his left arm and pushed both her legs back until she stretched her firm bottom obscenely into the air. Then he began to fill the room with a loud clapping sound and spank her with the flat of his right hand. She squirmed under his iron grip and let out a soft whimper, but he didn’t let that stop him. Only when the first tears appeared in her eyes, showing that he had achieved the desired effect, did he let go of her again and looked down at her with satisfaction.
„You can fornicate with other men, Karin. But you know our agreement and you also know that I will inevitably punish you if I find out about it. It doesn’t change the fact that you did it with my consent and that you did it to my best friend. Now go and make yourself useful. I think we’re all hungry and need something to eat.“
„Why is he hitting her?“ asked Sibylle, who in the meantime had sought the closeness of her newfound friend and patron and snuggled up close to Rainer. „He could have stopped them from making out earlier.“ Sibylle studied business administration at the university in the Hanseatic city. She came from a less well-off family and would have had to rely on state support to finance her studies. But then a local company offered her not only a generous scholarship, but also a nice little apartment near the university.
One day, she was approached on campus by an older gentleman who was probably a guest lecturer here and identified himself as the generous benefactor to whom she owed her unexpected good fortune. She only realized later that there was a price to pay. She was shocked that the handsome man expected something in return, but by then she had become too accustomed to the idea of not having to worry about finances during her studies and finally agreed to the deal. So he became her sugar daddy and she became his secret lover. They usually met every week or so in her tastefully furnished apartment. Sometimes, however, he took her with him on business trips, where she would play the role of his daughter at the reception desk of a hotel and sweeten his nights in the room upstairs.
„Why does he beat her? Because she belongs to him and he has the right to do so. A woman who gets involved with one of us has to expect the occasional beating. Just so she doesn’t get too cocky.“
Sibille couldn’t believe her ears, but she preferred not to respond to the words of the man to whom she owed a life that was almost paradisiacal for a young student. She already knew that he could be a very energetic lover and had no doubt that she too would have to be careful not to be punished like a little girl one day. His fingers played with her nipples and she was secretly annoyed that her body was once again reacting automatically and the first signs of lust were already showing between her legs.
In the meantime, Ole had mixed a few drinks and invited his guests to a small evening cocktail party in the front part of the lounge. In the meantime, Karin had put on some clothes and dutifully carried out the order to take care of the evening meal for the group. The others were no longer naked either, even though it was still midsummer in the sheltered salon. Sibylle was wearing a light, girly summer dress that was just enough to cover her small ass. Miriam had put on a pair of white shorts with a simple, sun-yellow blouse, under which her small, pointed breasts were visible.
The men wore summery Bermuda shorts and open shirts as they toasted each other, gradually getting into the mood that was the prerequisite for an exuberant evening.
Dinner consisted of a buffet of a thousand delicacies that a caterer specializing in catering for yachts had brought on board the evening before. There was a sparkling white wine from the Rheingau, which was just the right temperature and was enjoyed by men and women alike. The atmosphere was relaxed and even Karin seemed to have forgotten her little thrashing. Ole and Peter continued with the partner swap they had decided on for the evening and casually explored the soft curves and moist nether regions of the lady they were planning to spend the evening with.
Ole had already had his first fuck, but he didn’t give the impression that it was the end of the matter for him. On the contrary, his left hand was already back inside Karin, while his right hand alternately reached for the glass and stroked Miriam’s invitingly open thighs as if it were a matter of course. She in turn was making out with Peter, who at some point had opened her blouse and was busy with her tits.
For Sybille, the youngest of the bunch, all of this was of course still new and quite unfamiliar. She was a child of her generation and had grown up with the ever-present cell phone, which she had also used to get her first taste of porn. But she was actually quite happy that she only had to deal with Rainer’s constantly wandering hands in this round, which sometimes gently stroked her pussy and then moved tentatively up to her breasts again. A dress was still the ideal piece of clothing for a woman. At least from the man’s point of view, who had pretty much unrestricted access to everything that was offered to him underneath.
It was already past ten when Rainer interrupted the increasingly lascivious mood and spoke over the general small talk. By now, everyone had consumed plenty of alcohol and at least those who were not here on board for the first time knew that the evening was just about to get going.
„Dear friends, I think it’s time I introduced you to my new life companion.“ He had stood up and draped Sybille in front of him, proudly presenting her as his latest possession. She really was still young and everyone present knew that she was probably only just of age. Rainer had a pronounced weakness for very young girls, whom he recruited mainly from the city’s army of female students. And since female students were only ever in the city for a certain amount of time, a new one would turn up after three years at the latest, giving his libido a fresh boost and adding new attractions to the summer nights here on the yacht.
„She goes by the name of Sybille,“ he continued, while the others gradually stood up to give him their full attention. The two women giggled at the last remark. „The only thing missing is for him to put a collar on her,“ Karin hissed in Miriam’s direction and promptly caught a reproving look.
„Sybille is currently studying business administration. I noticed her in one of my lectures and felt the need to look after her.“ His two friends grinned knowingly at each other. Of course, they knew the reality behind these words: he was financing her studies and she had to spread her legs whenever he felt like it.
„As this is her first time with us, we should of course familiarize her with our customs. Because of course I want her to get to know my best friends. And that she becomes part of our small, secretive circle.“ With that, he leaned down to her, pushed her long blonde hair to one side and gave her a friendly kiss on the temple.
„You’ve already been able to examine Sybille extensively and know that she’s a really desirable and pretty girl. But of course you also know that I won’t keep this piece of jewelry from you. After all, really good friends share everything that’s fun and the secret lovers they have alongside their highly official wives are of course part of that.“
That was the moment when she felt the first signs of alarm and wondered where this was all heading. It was also the moment when she realized that she was on a boat far out on the open sea and didn’t have the slightest chance of simply leaving if something happened that she didn’t want. In other words, she had become involved with a man from the world of the rich and beautiful and now she had no choice but to play his game.
„Ole, you’re the captain on board and, as you know, we really appreciate being guests on your yacht every summer. Our small parties on board are always a highlight for all the senses and today should be no different. You should therefore have the privilege of being the first to welcome the new member to our group and take what our pretty Sybille has to offer.“
The man addressed responded with a broad grin. He assumed a more comfortable position and hung wide-legged in the cushions while he lecherously eyed the young girl, who was clearly anything but comfortable in her own skin. And that was exactly the case. Sybille felt an instinctive feeling of fear spreading through her, constricting her throat and making her wish she had more on than this flimsy dress that barely covered her nakedness. Her gaze wandered over to Ole, who was literally undressing her with his eyes and gave the impression of a wild animal circling its prey expectantly.
„Sybille, you’re the youngest among us and I know you’re still pretty inexperienced in love. But tonight you will be the queen and absolutely the center of attention. You will not only be loved by me, but also by my two friends, with whom I share pretty much everything that real friends share.“
This was obviously the point at which she could take no more. She turned to the side in horror and looked up at him. „No, Rainer, you can’t ask me to do that. I’m not a slut. I don’t want to sleep with just anyone who has the hots for me. I’m a grown woman and I can take control of myself. I …“
„… You keep your mouth shut now. You’re a tramp, of course. You let me buy you for money and you’ll do what I ask of you. Because if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s rebellious girls who don’t want to conform and think they’re something very special.“
Sybille tore herself away from him. Her whole body expressed determination. She stormed out of the salon, her thin summer dress bobbing up and down teasingly and exposing her small, round bottom with every step. The others laughed with amusement, including the women, who had probably already learned a few lessons in life and were aware that a woman had little chance in life if she didn’t use her body to get a slice of the big cake.
By the time she reached the railing of the white yacht, the angry girl realized that she was trapped. She could protest indignantly and demonstratively leave the room. But a real escape was out of the question. She was trapped here, so to speak. She had not only put herself at the mercy of one man whom she had to serve, but also three men who all claimed the same right over her. She was no longer the beautiful, unapproachable girl that everyone wanted but no one could have. She was exactly what she didn’t want to admit: a simple tramp who had sold herself for money. A mean slut that anyone could fuck. A plaything in the hands of men she couldn’t escape. Not now and probably not later either.
Rainer hadn’t bothered to run after her. He knew that her ridiculous attempt to escape would be over after just a few steps. So he calmly approached her and let her feel his closeness. But this time she didn’t get a kiss. Now she was energetically grabbed by the arm and taken back to where she had tried to escape from. She was greeted with tense silence. Through the veil of her tears, she could see four pairs of eyes fixed on her expectantly, apparently knowing exactly what was about to happen.
„So our sweet little girl is being prickly. She thinks she can decide for herself who has fun with her and who doesn’t. That changes the situation, of course.“ Rainer’s voice had taken on an icy tone and Sybille sensed that this did not bode well for her. Apparently they didn’t appreciate it in this circle when a woman showed resistance. And they would certainly find ways and means to break this resistance.
„So what should we do with her? What do you do with a young girl who doesn’t want to obey and openly rebels against the man she owes everything to?“
„Well, what I see here is a spoiled brat who no one has ever brought up properly,“ Peter remarked sarcastically. „If she were my daughter, I’d know exactly how to teach her manners.“
„I can only agree with that,“ added Rainer and positioned the sinner directly in front of him, holding her firmly by both arms. „But I think we should leave it to the captain to decide how he wants to deal with a mutinous crew member. After all, he has all the rights on board and she should be his first anyway. So what do you think, Ole? What are you going to do with her?“
The man addressed rose with an important gesture, without taking his eyes off the young woman, who was already of legal age according to the law, but somehow still looked like a rebellious teenager who needed to be put in her place. He stepped very close to the slightly trembling girl and looked down on her imperiously.
„You’re quite right, Peter. Our Sybille obviously hasn’t had a proper spanking in her entire life. So it’s more than overdue for someone to teach her a lesson that will be etched in her imaginary head forever.“
He reached into the neckline of her dress with both hands and tore the wafer-thin piece of fabric in two with a jerk. The dress had lost the last remnants of its clothing function and fell to the side without a trace. She had walked around naked earlier, but being deliberately made naked by a man was something else. She instinctively tried to cover her nakedness, but only received a superior grin.
„Good girls are kissed and caressed, dear Sybille. Unruly girls are stripped naked and punished. It’s always been that way and every daughter learned it from an early age. Unfortunately, this tried and tested custom was lost at some point, but there’s nothing to stop us reviving it and making an example of it. Rainer, Peter, take her up into the cockpit and tie her to the steering wheel.“
With that, he disappeared below deck, while his two friends all too willingly carried out the captain’s order. The cockpit, for those not familiar with maritime matters, is the area of a yacht where the large steering wheel is located. From here you normally have a good view on all sides and therefore the best conditions for maneuvering the boat through critical passages. On a motor yacht of this design, the cockpit was located above the glazed upper deck with the kitchen and saloon. It took up almost the entire width of the boat and, in addition to the large polished teak steering wheel, had a small seating area with the same mustard-colored leather upholstery as the rest of the boat.
Sybille kicked and kicked wildly as she was dragged to the bridge of the boat by two burly men. But she was a relatively petite girl and couldn’t really put up any serious resistance to the two men. Once at the top, she was tied to the massive steering wheel with both hands. Two short ropes were used for this, which were just the right length to secure her wrists firmly to one spoke of the large wheel. Then the thin spaghetti straps of her dress were cut through and the useless garment flew overboard. Naked and vulnerable as she now was, another rope was placed around her waist so that her body was pressed tightly against the solid wood and she was considerably restricted in her freedom of movement. You could tell that both men were familiar with the customs on a boat, because they only used expert sailor’s knots, which guaranteed a reliably firm hold and could still be loosened with just one tug.
The two other women had now made themselves comfortable on the wide bench and were ready to witness the upcoming spectacle. The men also took their seats and watched their work with obvious satisfaction.
Ole had changed his clothes. He appeared in white trousers and a blue and white striped polo shirt. In his hand he held an impressive strap whip with a leather handle and half a dozen narrow leather straps a good meter long. The two female spectators shuddered slightly, as they had both already experienced the feel of this instrument of punishment, which was obviously part of the onboard inventory.
„Nature has been good to you,“ said Ole as he looked at the girl’s exposed backside with satisfaction. „I haven’t had such a cute little ass for a long time. I come from an old merchant’s family. At home, it was mainly the mother who was responsible for raising the children. But if my older sister did something wrong, my father would deal with it personally. And father was of the opinion that a riding crop was not only good for horses, but also had the desired effect on rebellious young ladies. He rarely had to reprimand my sister, but she was always as tame as a lamb for weeks afterwards. I don’t want to know what her ass looked like after he’d finished with her.“
He unabashedly patted the girl’s vaunted curves and, of course, took the opportunity to pay the wrinkled area between her thighs a scrutinizing visit. She energetically squeezed her buttocks together, which was probably the only way she had left to express her displeasure. But he was not impressed. With energetic pressure, his fingers found their way between the firm flesh and touched her where an unwilling woman least wanted to be touched.
This made it clear who was playing the dominant role and who had to submit. Ole let go of her. He adopted a determined posture and positioned himself sideways behind her. Then he swung out and six supple leather straps traced their path with a hot hiss, hitting their target with an ominous sound. The girl’s expected scream came with a slight delay. It was shrill and louder than one would expect from such a petite girl. So it was a decisive advantage that the boat was out here in the bay, far out of earshot and sight of other people.
Of course, she immediately started twitching wildly and tore at her restraints with all her might. But Rainer and Peter had done a great job and she didn’t have the slightest chance of escaping her punishment. Ole waited until the welts on her buttocks had unfolded to their full glory and then took another swipe. The third blow was also delivered in quick succession and left the girl shrieking, almost sounding as if she was being stabbed. He finished with a final blow aimed at the junction between her buttocks and thighs. Calm and collected, he also took his seat and watched with obvious satisfaction the writhing bundle of woman whom he had once really shown the ropes.
It was obvious that this Sybille had never received a proper spanking in her life. She probably didn’t even know what a slap in the face felt like. The whip must therefore have felt like hell on earth to her. But Ole was a master of his trade. He had hit her just hard enough to trigger the desired reactions, but she would no longer feel the welts in an hour and they would be almost gone by tomorrow. The point was to teach her a lesson, not to seriously hurt her.
„Untie her,“ he finally said and a few moments later, a girl sobbing uncontrollably was back in the grip of her two friends, who looked at him questioningly. He stood up and stepped very close to her until her pointed breasts touched his polo shirt. „Like I told you, good girls get stroked. Unruly girls have reason to cry.“ He pressed the whip into Peter’s hand and said: „Take it with you, it might still be needed. And take the woman downstairs. I’ll deal with her later.“
What always happened after a severe chastisement happened. The women present fell silent, embarrassed. The men adjusted their swollen cocks and got themselves another drink. Then they met again in the lounge to continue the evening. Only Ole didn’t join the group and made himself comfortable in the lounge on the outside of the yacht. He obviously wanted to be alone for a while and enjoy the balmy summer night. The evening breeze had died down by now and the boat rocked softly in the slippery sea. The air felt like sex and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
It was Peter who was the first to come back to life. That evening, he had set his sights on Ole’s slender gazelle, whom he always fancied alongside his somewhat more lavishly endowed Karin. He knew that she liked to surround herself with an air of arrogance and acted as if it was a privilege to let a man get close to her. But in reality, she was nothing but a selfish bitch who was proud of her ole because he was one of the richest men in town. And where there’s money, there are certain women who want a piece of it without ever having achieved anything in life themselves.
Miriam had been a particularly tough nut to crack for a long time and each of Ole’s friends had had to whip her into line before she would do what was expected of her. Even after the demonstration of power and powerlessness he had just witnessed, Peter once again felt that she was being bitchy and responding reluctantly to his advances. Even though she should have known that it would do her no good.
After a while, he simply got tired of her fussing. „Take your clothes off,“ he whispered to her, making it clear by his commanding tone that he had no intention of arguing with her. „But … you mean here … here in front of all the others?“ she stammered. „I think we should go downstairs.“
„What you believe is not up for debate here,“ was his curt reply. „I told you to take your clothes off and it’s better if you just do as I say.“
She knew that he wasn’t much better than Ole, whose lover she had been for well over a year by now, and proceeded to awkwardly peel herself out of her shorts. She was unnecessarily wearing a thong underneath, but she slipped that off too. Then she opened her blouse and draped herself in the padding, just like a woman who wants to turn a man on. Peter pushed her legs apart. However, she only put up a slight but noticeable resistance, which he immediately punished with a slapping blow with the flat of his hand, which appeared as a clearly reddened warning on her thigh.
Rainer had also become active in the meantime and had wedged himself in with the much less reserved Karin. After his girlish, petite Sybille, she was a real full woman with full breasts and pronounced ass cheeks. He loved the inexperienced young things that had to be educated first. But every now and then he also had a craving for a juicy cunt that was almost hungry for a full-blown hard-on.
Miriam had a very beautiful pussy, consisting of two pronounced outer labia and two cheekily protruding inner labia. Peter was busy doing just that, working the center of her womanhood with an interplay of licking and sucking, during which she gradually relaxed and fell into an increasingly obvious tremor. However, before she had reached the point of bliss, he let go of her. He let his body sink into the sumptuously soft cushions and told her what he expected of her with his penis sticking out unmistakably. She was visibly annoyed because he had interrupted her emerging orgasm, but she obeyed. She took a wide-legged position above him and a little later the rhythmic up and down of her head showed that she was busy working him over with her tongue and lips. The fact that she turned her rather small but firm bottom towards him was exactly what he wanted. A woman couldn’t offer a man a better sight. He therefore enjoyed the pleasant feeling further down, while he continued to work on her now already flowing wet cave, and this time finally brought her to climax, which was expressed on the outside like a violent shiver, while she made pleasant animalistic sounds and it was obvious that her insides were more than ready for him.
Meanwhile, a mutual moan indicated that Rainer and Karin were also ready and the horny mare was really fucked for the second time that day. She didn’t seem to mind that her lover was having fun with another girl right next to her. Instead, she was reminded of the punishment she had received from him in the afternoon, as Rainer also loved to occasionally reprimand the women under his control. At the moment he was kneeling behind her to have the full splendor of her ass in view while he made her gasp with his hard piston and alternately spurred her on left and right with a loud slapping blow with his flat hands.
Meanwhile, Ole had quietly gone below. He entered the master bedroom in the bow of the boat, which was quite spacious by yacht standards and essentially consisted of a large sunbathing area from which you could look out through several portholes just above the surface of the water. Sybille should know that her chastisement was far from over. It had merely served to break her will and prepare her for the man who would from now on have the right over her body alongside her patron and lover.
She made a serious face, but the tears had dried and the previous rebellious behavior seemed to have dissolved into nothingness. Ole had to think for a moment that his eldest daughter was hardly younger than this woman. But he was realistic enough to realize that there comes a time for every man when the women he is really interested in could also be his daughters in terms of age. That was just the course of life and only spurned wives could get upset about it.
But she was a delicate creature and he tried to be gentle with her. The phase of stroking and kissing was therefore particularly long this time, which gave him the opportunity to look at the very young thing calmly and up close. Only when he had the feeling that she was relaxed and had resigned herself to her inevitable fate did he ask her to use her mouth to deal with his long-swollen manhood in detail. She did just that while he lay on his back and she assumed a kneeling position and performed the typical movements. As she turned her bottom towards him, he was able to examine in detail the network of welts that his strap whip had left on her backside.
It is important to give a woman a thrashing from time to time so that she knows how far she can go, was Ole’s conviction. Especially to the materialistic women of today, who believe that they have pure gold between their legs that demands to be marketed as expensively as possible.
From above, you could hear the typical sounds that men and women make when their genitals are joined together. The two men made pleasant grunting noises. The women were panting more and more frantically. Occasionally a bright clapping could be heard, indicating that once again a flat male hand felt the need to show a provocatively presented female bottom who was holding the reins here. A small, private orgy like this could only be celebrated on a boat after anchoring far away from prying eyes.
Ole sensed that the critical point had come. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, even if it did have its appeal. He wanted to show her that he was the stallion and fuck her by every trick in the book. So he turned to the side and got her into position. Nothing makes a woman more of a woman than two bent legs, spread wide and allowing an unobstructed view of all the furrows and openings she had to offer a man. In this case it was a decidedly aesthetic cunt, which had of course had a thorough waxing to show off its full, exposed beauty. Her opening shone wet and inviting and her little asshole left no doubt that it was always available as an alternative pleasure grotto.
He knew that she was already more than ready to take his cock inside her and did her the favor without any further foreplay. With one energetic thrust, he pushed deep inside her and watched the look on her face. Her face was flushed. Her eyes had that strange haze that always appears when a woman hovers somewhere between dream and perception. He pushed her legs deep down so that her bottom lifted and he could be sure he could reach the end of her pleasure canal. He worked her with slow and deep thrusts while she could do nothing but remain in her position and let him drive her slowly but surely to orgasm.
He began to dose his thrusts in a targeted manner. Whenever she threatened to come, he slowed down and enjoyed the way her whole body literally screamed for him and little sharp sounds came from her throat. Then he increased his pace again and thrust mercilessly as he delivered a series of slapping blows to her thighs. He had to hold himself back, but he didn’t stop, even after a wave of pleasure obviously flowed through her body and she rebelled violently with unrestrained screams.
When the first orgasm had gradually subsided, he withdrew from her. He energetically spun her around, grabbed her hips and pulled her up towards him so that she stretched out the full splendor of her bottom. Then he continued his work and worked her with undiminished vigor. He literally drove her to a second orgasm by alternately giving her a sharp left and right blow on her tightly stretched ass and watching as her pale skin became increasingly red. For a moment he wondered whether he should use the whip for this, but he didn’t want to interrupt the process and refrained from doing so.
They both exploded at the same time. He pumped everything his testicles could give into her and she shrieked formally as she was shaken by a real tremor of pleasure. A little later, he felt his cock shrink and he withdrew from her.
It had become quiet upstairs in the meantime. Ole no longer felt any energy to continue the evening either. He simply dropped to his side and lay there like a dead man. The night was mild, windless and uneventful. But he didn’t notice any more of that.