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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

It's Time ! - FM Spanking Cartoon

This Naughty Husband perhaps thought his Strict Wife had forgotten about his poor behaviour from a few days ago but he was wrong.

The Strict Wife never forgets , yet Naughty Husbands always wish ( or hope) that she did forget.

There is always time for a good spanking , and this wife will be taking all the time she needs to teach her naughty husband yet another painful lesson!



Friday, October 26, 2018

Kneel for your Queen -FM Spanking Story




We were sitting by the pool enjoying a glass of wine on a warm , sunny afternoon when I casually enquired what we were having for supper.
Her agitated response took me by surprise , "How come it's always me who has to plan and prepare dinner!"
Her statement wasn't quite true , as I planned and prepared most of the meals during the week while she took care of it on the weekends.
It wasn't a planned arrangement but just something that evolved and worked fine.

Nonetheless , instead of just letting it go, I decided to challenge her on this with a few examples.
This did not appease her one bit and she continued on her rant.
Irritated and irked I vigorously defended my position , perhaps a bit too much , interrupting her and cutting her off in mid sentence in my zeal to win the argument.

Finally she said sternly, "How dare you speak to your Queen in that tone !"

Referring to herself as my 'Queen' indicated that she had elevated herself to a position of authority , so it would have been in my best interest to responded with a simple "Sorry Your Majesty ",  but my stubborn male pride got in the way .

"I was just asking about dinner for God's sake! You don't have to make a Federal case out of it!" I replied irritably.
Her response was a finger pointing inside , "Get inside and wait for me to come and show you how to respect your Queen !" she ordered imperiously . She was really settling into her role now.
My mouth opened instinctively to issue a protest but closed again when she quickly added , "Don't dare say a word .....all I wish to hear from you is 'yes you Majesty  or ' no Your Majesty!"
I wisely chose a "Yes your Majesty" and hurried inside.

After stripping and laying out her 'Royal Hairbrush' on the bed , I must have waited a good 20 minutes before she joined me.
Turns out she decided to have a swim as her swimsuit was wet and glistening.
Eyeing the room in satisfaction , she picked up the paddle and smacked it playfully against her palm.
"You know better than to disrespect your Queen Sir and you will pay the penalty!" she declared  with a smirk.

"On your knees and worship your Queen!"she ordered.
I immediately sank to my knees and began kissing her foot.
Her skin was smooth as silk and had a sweet , salty taste from the pool.
Exalting my Queen ,  I made sure to cover every inch of her royal feet with my tongue.

She tossed her head back , audibly cooing when I sucked on each of her toes.
"I am going to give you a sound thrashing for your impertinence " she warned , taking a handful of my hair to raise my head up.
"Yes Ma'am !" I responded.

She strode to her 'Throne' , a straight back chair I had placed in the middle of the room .
Placing her hands on the back of the chair , she leaned over it to reveal her voluptuous , quivvering bottom , partially exposed by her wet swimsuit.
"Pay homage to your Queen!" she ordered wiggling both cheeks seductively.
Remaining on my knees , I gratefully kissed each of those smooth luscious globes.

Turning to face me , she presented the brush  , the soon to be object of my pending chastisement"Now kiss the Royal brush and ask for your punishment !" she commanded.
After placing my lips against the cold , hard surface of the brush I said earnestly , "Please punish me Your Majesty."
"How severely do you deserve to be punished ?" she asked.
"Very severely your Majesty!" I responded.
"Very well...severely it will be....now present your bottom!" she commanded , patting her lap ,  and I dutifully complied.

Not long later , I was putting supper on the table as she sat smiling smugly.
"A meal fit for a Queen !" she teased , taking her plate from me.
Shaking her head , she chuckled when I painfully lowered myself onto my chair.
"If the meal is to my liking , you are invited to the Royal bed chamber Sir! Your Queen may require your services ." she declared , feigning sympathy.
"Thank you your Majesty." I replied , dropping to one knee.






Sunday, October 21, 2018

The Crimson Pirate - Spanking on the High Seas - Part 3


Jack made plans to allow a few extra days for his backside to heal before visiting Lady Beatrice at Blackwell Manor.
Lady Beatrice was a few years senior to Jack , how many exactly was not clear , and was the undisputed Matriarch of the Blackwell dynasty after her husband , Lord Harold Blackwell , died a number of years ago in a boating accident.

Lady Beatrice needed a man in her life and it had to be someone  strong  , handsome and bold enough to be her equal - and the infamous Captain Jack certainly met the requirements.

So Lady Beatrice set out to relentlessly pursue Jack , eventually convincing him to agree to be her husband.
A lavish wedding was being orchestrated by Beatrice ,  and she was anxious for Jack to return from his latest adventure to share the plans-and to take care of her 'needs'.

Jack had discovered early in their relationship that Beatrice’s sexual appetite was both unique and demanding.
So was Jack’s , and he was happy to comply -at first - until he discovered Beatrice's penchant for chastising naughty male backsides !

It was a well-known fact among the staff at Blackwell Manor  that Lady Barbara  frequently warmed her  husband’s backside and it wasn’t long before this came to Jack’s attention.
One day when he unexpectedly visited , he found Lady Beatrice in the stables with a line of nervous stable-boys outside one of the stalls.
Across from the boys , a line of tittering young ladies were observing the event.

The stall door opened and a young man exited , teary eyed and furiously rubbing the seat of his riding breeches.
From the stall , Lady Beatrice’s voice called out “NEXT!” and Jack heard the sound of a cane ripping across tight breeches a full dozen times.
The scene was repeated until all 6 repentant stable-boys had been soundly caned.s

Apparently during the day off , the young lads had taken some of the local young ladies to the river and plied them with strong ale before their escapade was interrupted by a local farmer.
Lady Beatrice always took care of discipline at the Manor herself and very effectively , adding to the young mens' humiliation by having the young ladies they offended , present at their punishment.

An imperious Lady Beatrice admonished the young men as they stood rubbing their backsides , before turning to the amused young ladies.
"Are you satisfied that these gentlemen have been sufficiently chastised ladies?" she asked.
Their response was muted and uncertain.
"I see ..." Beatrice mused , "You need to see more tangible results than howling and sobbing don't you?" she asked.
The bemused girls nodded.
"Gentlemen! Face the wall and down your britches so these young ladies can see the marks left by my cane!" she ordered.
Having no desire for further cane strokes the boys complied and the young ladies seemed quite impressed by the angry red cane welts on the miscreants' muscular bare backsides.
Without even noticing Jack's presence she dismissed them all.

Jack was astounded , and somewhat impressed by the Lady's authority and complemented her .
Beatrice surprised Jack by informing him that he should expect the same once they were married.
Then to make her point ,  she demanded he bend over to receive a dozen strokes from her.
Jack hesitated at first , but considering himself tougher than the band of whimpering young stable-boys, he laughed and assumed the position.

12 stinging strokes later , Jack was no longer laughing . Even worse , his attempts to receive the caning in silence lasted only until the 3rd stroke and he hollered out just as loudly as each stable-boy had.
Lady Beatrice eyed him smugly with satisfaction as he stood grimacing and rubbing.
His jaw dropped when she began undoing his breeches.
“I must see the beautiful lines I painted on your rump Jack!” she told him impishly.
Standing back , she admired the crimson lines that striped her Fiancee's attractive rump.

After that , Jack felt the wrath of Beatrice's hairbrush or cane regularly and was glad to leave on his latest quest to give his backside some relief.
But he knew well that upon his return Lady Beatrice's discipline would resume ...and he pondered how to hide his escapade with Red Lizzie from her prying eyes....Jack was understandably nervous....

Jack seethed as he observed his bare hindquarters in the mirror.
The letters carved on his posterior by the notorious pirate 'Red Lizzie' were still  displayed  across both cheeks!
Not only that, but his backside still bore the marks and scratches made by Lizzie's hairbrush...and subsequent lovemaking.
"Damn you Lizzie!" he cursed.

Jack had been apart from his beautiful Fiancee , Lady Beatrice for months , and he longed to take her in his arms and make love to her , but he could not let the feisty and fiercely jealous Beatrice set her eyes on the marks on his rear , somehow he  would have to delay his desires until the wounds healed enough so Beatrice would not notice them.
That might be a while.....

With a grimace , he pulled up his britches and and sent for the carriage , which would take him to Lady Beatrice's Manor house for the Homecoming dinner she had arranged for him.
It was a short but uncomfortable ride , bouncing around on his tender behind , and Jack was glad to step out of the carriage and gave his injured appendage a soothing rub.

In the hallway of the Manor ,  the beautiful and ravishing Beatrice awaited him .
Unable to contain her excitement , she ran towards him , flinging herself into his arms in a most unladylike fashion.
Neither spoke , their lips locking for a long lingering kiss.
"Oh Jack....I've missed you so much!" Beatrice groaned , trying to catch her breath.

The two of them walked arm and arm to the dining room.
"I trust you behaved like a gentleman on your journey Captain Jack?" Beatrice asked .
Jack smirked , "Why of course Milady......why would you even ask?"
Beatrice raised a brow , "Because I heard you encountered that witch Red Lizzie!"
Jack gulped and looked uneasy.
He knew his fiancee was insanely jealous of the wild female pirate who she thought she was intent on stealing Jack from her.

Jack coughed nervously , "Ahem! Actually  I did see her briefly ....she was our prisoner on my ship for a while ....but she managed to escape again!" Jack explained.
Lady Beatrice looked unconvinced , "She escaped ....or you released her ? You had best tell me the truth Jack!" she warned.
Jack raised both palms to placate the smouldering Beatrice , "...but I have told you the truth Beatrice...why would I release her?" he replied unconvincingly.

Jack was relieved when the bell rang for the guests to go to the dining room , but he was not comfortable with the smug smile on his Fiancee's face.
They took their seats at the table , and Jack's ginger movements when he sat did not escape Beatrice's attention.
"Are you injured my dear?" she asked sarcastically .
"Uh...no...just stiff from the journey my sweetheart." Jack replied.

Thankfully , a male hand stretched out to greet Jack from the seat beside him ," Such a pleasure to meet you Captain Hawkins ." the man said.
"Let me introduce Captain Wainright Jack...." Beatrice began , "His ship brought home that cut-throat 'Red Lizzie' and her crew after they 'escaped' from your ship....isn't that so Captain Wainright?" Beatrice asked without turning her glare from her Fiancee.
The Captain nodded proudly .

Jack winced and heads turned when Beatrice took a firm grip on Jack's ear , "I'm sure Captain Wainright will be pleased to give you the full story on his capture of Red Lizzie Jack...but first you and I need to talk ...in private!" she growled through gritted teeth.

"Now listen Beatrice....I can explain...." Jack babbled but was silenced by a painful twist on his ear.
"Oh you're going to explain alright Jack....and I know just how to persuade you to do just that ....don't I Darling?' she replied.
With that , Jack endured an embarrassing march out of the room to uproarious laughter from the dinner guests.

In the nearby study , his Fiancee opened the desk drawer , scooped up a large hairbrush and seated herself on a chair.
"Well ? What are you waiting for Jack? You know why I brought you in here so remove your clothes and do not keep me waiting!" she ordered.
Aware of the tell tale marks on his backside , Jack tried to stall but Beatrice would have none of it.
"Remove your clothes and get your bare backside over my lap Jack! You have a lot of explaining to do and it has been months since your last spanking so this is long overdue!" she lectured.

Jack's face flushed and he fidgeted nervously , "Well....not exactly Beatrice...." he mumbled.
Beatrice's jaw tightened , "What do you mean?"
"Well...it...er...um ...hasn't been months since I was spanked Dearest....Lizzie blistered my behind a few days ago before she...er....'escaped'..." he confessed.
"WHAT????" his Fiancee gasped.
Waving a hand at Jack she signalled him to start undressing and he reluctantly complied.

"Did she touch this too Jack?" Beatrice asked , roughly gripping his penis in her hand.
"GUUUHH! YES MA'AM ...SHE DID....BUT IT'S NOT LIKE YOU THINK....I...." Jack grimaced.
Beatrice snarled in anger before tipping her Fiancee over her lap.
Once he was in place , Beatrice let out a shriek , "WHAT IS THIS JACK?"

Realizing Beatrice was looking at the 'LIZZIE' branded on his backside , Jack tried to explain.
"I couldn't stop her Beatrice .....she tricked me .....HONEST!" 
Rolling up her sleeve , the full force of Beatrice's fury was about to be unleashed on her Fiancee's unfortunate rear quarters.
"Tricked you indeed!" she declared incredulously , " Don't worry Jack ...by the time I'm done your backside will have my initials where they belong ....and I'll be repeating the treatment every day for the next month!" she announced.
"PLEASE! NO BEATRICE! I'M SORRY!" Jack grovelled.

His Fiancee , examined the back of the antique brush her Mother had gifted her upon her engagement to Jack. It bore a raised letter 'B' for Beatrice , and it was her intention to leave that letter embossed on her handsome Captain's backside to let him know she was hers ....and hers alone !


Beatrice warmed to her task . 
It took a while and a lot of effort , but gradually the prominent letter B over-rode the marls left by her rival Lizzie.
When she was done , Beatrice inspected her work , "Perfect ! Now you bear my mark Captain Jack ...and after dinner , Captain Wainright will be pleased to take you to Lizzie's cell to show her my handiwork...understood?" she scolded.
"YES MA'AM!" a tearful Jack responded.
He winced and clenched his cheeks when Beatrice gently patted his cheeks , "You will report here every day at 1pm exactly so I can make sure my marks remain and are renewed when necessary. Every day mind you , until we are married Jack!"she declared.
Jack bristled , "But our marriage is 6 months away my love...." he reasoned.
Beatrice pouted and caressed Jack's cheeks , "I know my dear..." she grinned impishly.

Allowing her Fiancee some time to dress and regain his composure , Beatrice permitted him to lead her to the Ballroom .
"You will no doubt be pleased to know that dinner is finished and the dance will begin so there will be no need for you to sit for the remainder of the evening Jack." Beatrice chuckled.
Forcing a smile , Jack walked stiffly and gingerly , enduring smirks and smiles from the guests ....and even the staff.
His thunderous spanking may have been conducted in private , but the sound of the hairbrush and his howling was audible throughout the Manor.

Meanwhile , Beatrice strutted contently around the room receiving the adulation of the ladies in the room before rejoining her Fiancee.
The maid holding the tray of drinks , tittered when a red-faced Jack took a drink from her.
Beatrice took it from him and placed it back on the tray , "Captain Jack has had a long journey and needs to rest Mitzie...." she said to the maid , "Why don't you prepare my chamber and the Captain and I will enjoy our drinks there..." she grinned.

As the tittering servant scurried off , Beatrice took a handful of her Fiancee's buttocks , squeezing them and making him wince.
"I'm afraid your discomfort will continue Jack....it's been 3 long months since I rode you , so tonight I will be riding you LONG and HARD !"she whispered.





Friday, October 19, 2018

The Crimson Pirate - Spanking on the High Seas - Part 2


"Curse Lizzie!" Captain Jack spat , his legs flailing in an attempt to free himself from his bindings.
Red Lizzie chuckled.
"I wouldn't want to be you going home without the treasure ....and having to make love to that snooty Lady Beatrice .....and all it took was a good spanking to get you to talk !"she teased.

As Red Lizzie led her band of Pirates triumphantly away , Captain Jack had managed to loosen his bindings enough to put an arm around  Lizzie's tiny waist.
"You can keep the treasure boys ....but this little lady is mine for 5 minutes!" Jack declared , taking Lizzie by the earlobe.
"YEOOW! LEGGO YOU BIG APE!" Lizzie squealed , kicking her legs wildly.
Jack glared into her one eye.
"Unless you want to lose that ear I suggest you tell your men to back off  Madam." he grinned.
"I ain't goin' nowhere with you ....you....you bilge rat! Get him boys !"
Lizzie let out a yelp when Jack smacked her on the seat of her scantily clad rear and tossed her over his shoulder.
Lizzie's men stood confused ..."Just 5 minutes boys...you have my word she won't be harmed....well not ALL of here anyway" he mused to cackles from the crew.

"It's OK boys....leave me with him...I'll be back before you've finished loading the treasure ..." Lizzie assured them.
With that Jack shoved his captive into the cabin , locked the door and turned to Lizzie , rubbing his hands with glee.
"Now it's my turn Lizzie.....you've had this coming for a long , long time girl!'

"Don't you dare Jack Hawkins!" Lizzie warned , seeking cover behind the table to avoid Jack's grasp.
Jack grinned at her and the pair engaged in a game of cat and mouse around the table.

Losing patience Jack took a knife from his boot , fired it in Lizzie's direction impaling its in the wall behind her.
His action distracted Lizzie just enough so that Jack was able to seize both her wrists.
"You could have killed me with that you scoundrel!" Lizzie protested .

Lizzie kicked and struggled when Jack picked her up , her tunic riding high up her hips to reveal her shapely bare bottom in all it's glory.
The sight was like a red rag to a bull and Jack drank it in.
Lizzie struggled unsuccessfully to restore her tunic ...and her dignity as Jack carried her over to the desk.

Sitting down , he bent her over his muscular thigh, taking a moment to drink in the sight of Lizzie's glorious , jiggling twin globes.
"Don't you dare spank me !" Lizzie protested , feeling the cool breeze on her nether regions.
"It's time you had a taste of you own medicine Lady Elizabeth!" he declared heartily.

'WHAP!'WHAPP!'WHOP!'WHOP!'WHAPP!'
"OOOW!" THAT STINGS!" YEOOW!"
Jack snapped the brush rythmically against Lizzie's jiggling bare cheeks .
He loved the way they clenched ,jiggled and swayed deductively with every spank.
He spanked her thoroughly , one cheek then the other , alternating rapid flurries with single hard spanks until those cheeks were a bright glowing crimson and Lizzie was sobbing earnestly.

"Now I know why they call you Red Lizzie!" Jack chortled.
Only Lizzie knew how close he was to the truth.
Years ago she had ran away from her strict Victorian home and came under the wing of the famous pirate , 'Gentleman John'.
The ruthless , bloodthirsty pirate took a liking to Lizzie , giving her a job as a cabin 'boy' and treating her like his own daughter.
He loved her feisty , wild nature and taught her the ways of a pirate.

However , Lizzie soon found out the Gentleman John was even more of a disciplinarian that her own father ,and she found herself over his lap having her bottom warmed on a regular basis.
Gentleman John made no secret of the fact he spanked young Elizabeth and often delivered her bare bottomed spankings in front of his amused and ogling pirate crew.

It was John who gave her the name Red Lizzie given her backside was red most of the time!
Since John's passing , Lizzie longed for someone to take his place and the spanking she was receiving from Jack stirred those feelings of desire , previously hidden for years.

Lizzie raised her bottom to meet the spanks Jack was delivering.
"Is that the best you can do?" she teased him defiantly.
Jack gladly assured her it was not and picked up the pace and intensity of the spanking.
Red Lizzie bucked on his lap and Jack really laid the brush on her as hard as he could.

When he finally stopped they were both out of breath and looking at each other longingly.
"Let that be a lesson to you not to cross Captain Jack!" he panted.
Jack felt Lizzie's hand slip down his britches and fondle his growing erection.

Her grip tightened and Jack dropped his drawers to release his member to her.
With a shove she spun herself off his lap , pushing Jack backwards onto his back and the roughness of the cabin floor.
Jack cried out when his tender rear quarters  , still suffering from the recent spanking with Lizzie's brush and cutlass scuffed against the wood below him.
The splintered wood piercing and chaffing his already tender skin.
Lizzie mounted him , guiding his shaft deep inside her and began riding Jack hard!

For Jack it was a strange combination of ecstatic pleasure and pain as Lizzie's gyrations drove his sore backside against the sandpaper roughness of the  surface below- to Lizzie's delight !
The wily Lizzie knew exactly what she was doing.
She had regained the upper hand again , and was subjecting Jack's damaged backside to even more punishment,  but at the same time , he was in too much pleasure to have her stop......

Her one eye glared at him wildly as she bounced on top of him.
"How does your poor backside feel Jack? Sore is it? Should I stop?" she teased.
"AARGH!" WHY YOU LITTLE BITCH!" NO DON'T STOP!" Jack wailed.
Lizzie obliged , continuing to  ride him then  abruptly rising to release his throbbing shaft.

Squeezing his testicles with one hand she wrapped the other around his quivering member.
"AW NOO! PLEASE NO LIZZIE ! STOP!" Jack moaned , knowing she was now in her complete control.
With glee Lizzie teased him ,  caressing  and squeezing his erection until he was in a full-blooded  frenzy.
She cackled loudly when he explosively spilled his load .

"That was quite the spanking Jack....I needed that ....and the sex wasn't bad either!" Lizzie purred , proudly looking back at her nice red bottom.
A frustrated Jack  moaned and turned to inspect the collateral damage inflicted to his own rear quarters .
Placing a pillow on her chair , Lizzie let out a seductive "OOOOOE!" as she eased her bottom carefully onto it .
"Over you go Captain. I'll do my best to get most of those nasty splinters out of your stern" she chuckled , patting her lap.

Jack wondered what had gone wrong  with his plan.
Here was a woman he had just spanked as hard as he could , now sitting , albeit with the comfort of a pillow , while he knew he would not even be able to think about sitting until they reached port.
Somehow Red Lizzie had turned the tables on him again.

Lizzie patted her lap again , " Don't be shy now Jack ....it won't be the first time you've been over my lap....and certainly not the last!"
With a heavy sigh of resignation , Jack draped himself over Lizzie's inviting lap for the  lengthy and painful splinter extraction procedure.



"OW! TAKE IT EASY LIZZIE !" Jack yelped when the final splinter was removed.
Lizzie gave Jack's rump a playful cackle , "Well at least I've given you something to remember me by Jackie boy! That was quite a spanking I gave you!" she cackled.

"Don't you dare mention this Lizzie! " Jack warned her .
With great delight , Lizzie carefully ran her fingers over her name  carved deeply into the flesh of Jack's backside! "I wonder what your lovely Lady Beatrice will have to say when she sees this !" she cackled.

Lizzie tossed Jack off her lap and wiggled into her pants , "I have treasure to load Captain ....be sure to give Lady Beatrice my regards!" she cackled.






















Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Crimson Pirate - Spanking on the High Seas - Part 1


Sinbad the 'surgeon' laid the tools of his trade where Captain jack could see them.
Cackling occasionally , he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt as he worked.

Jack had seen it all before so remained stoic.
He was stripped to the waist and tied to one of the masts making escape unlikely.
Whatever Sinbad had in mind he would have to endure so prepared himself accordingly.
His lips were parched and his entire body glistened with sweat from the pounding Asian sun.

The surgeon waved a rusty, yet sharpened metal device  under Jack's nose.
"Last chance  Captain Jack...tell me where you've hidden the treasure before I torture it out of you.." he spat.

Jack shook his head , "Do your worst surgeon....I'll tell you nothing!"
Sinbad smiled , pleased by his victim's response.
Using a long , boney finger he roughly pried Jack's jaws open and moved  the device closer.

His work was interrupted by a female voice.
"I'd prefer if our guest remained in one piece to preserve his value Sinbad!"
Sinbad nodded , stepping back respectfully while Lady Elizabeth Hardy , known as "Red Lizzie" , took his place.

Lizzie was an athletic , voluptuous woman with long raven black hair and a patch over one eye.
The patch and the scar surrounding it seemed to enhance her attractiveness rather than detract from it.
She took the device from Sinbad , teasingly studying it before putting it down.

"He still won't say nothin' Lizzie!" Sinbad informed her.
Lizzie's single eye  gazed into Jack's .
"Don't waste your time Sinbad. Bring the Captain to my cabin and I'll soon get it out of him !" she declared, flinging her head back confidently.
"Are you sure Lizzie? He's a tough one to crack." Sinbad asked in disappointment.
Lizzie said nothing but glared icily at him making the tough sailor wince visibly.
"For gentlemen like the Captain here , it sometimes requires a 'lady's touch' to obtain results." she assured him calmly.



Jack rubbed his wrists when his shackles were removed and Sinbad shoved him inside Lizzie's cabin.
Lizzie entered , waving Sinbad away standing boldly with hands on her shapely hips.
She paced around Jack as she spoke.
"Well Captain Jack? Aren't you going to thank me for saving you from Sinbad's clutches?" she teased.

Jack puffed out his chest defiantly and faced his captor.
"If you think your feminine charms will make me talk I'm afraid you'll be disappointed Madam!"

Red Lizzie let out an exaggerated laugh  then opened the desk drawer to retrieve a large antique hairbrush.
Jack's eyes widened and his jaw dropped , his proud demeanour fading at the mere sight of the implement.

Lizzie walked closer to him , tapping the back of the brush against her palm.
"All of you 'superheroes' have a weakness don't you Captain Jack? For some its rum or gold ...but for you....it's a strong woman who knows how to apply a hairbrush to your backside!" she announced.

Lizzie continued to advance while Jack retreated to the wall.
Placing a chair in the centre of the room , Lizzie sat down , hoisting her tunic to reveal more of her shapely , tanned thighs.

Leaning forward she looked purposefully at a cowering Jack .
"Well Captain Jack? Are you going to down those britches and get over my lap , or do I have to come over there and fetch you?" she warned.

"Please Lizzie.....not that darn brush....pass me a map and I'll show you where the treasure is!" he babbled.
Our brash adventurer had rapidly morphed into a frightened schoolboy.
Lizzie tossed her head back and cackled , " If only your crew could see you now Captain Jack...or in a moment when your bare ass  is over my lap getting spanked !"
A satisfied grin played on her face when Jack obediently lowered his britches.

Outside the cabin , Sinbad was irritable.
"How does she think she can make him talk...that's my job....WOMEN!" he raged.
'WHAAPP!'WHOPP!'TWHAAPP!'WHAAPP!'WHOOPP!'
"OOOW!" "YEOOOW!" "OUCH!" "STOPPIT!" I'LL TALK LIZZIE...I'LL TALK!"
Sinbad shook his head  , "Well shiver me timbers !" he exclaimed.

Inside the cabin , a full 5 minutes of non-stop whacking with Lizzie's hairbrush had broken the Captain's will.
Amazonian Lizzie was proving she could wield a hairbrush with the same venom as her cutlass.
The back of the brush cracked repeatedly against Jack's bare bottom while he squirmed and pleaded shamelessly on her lap.

Lizzie had his arms pinned back behind him , both legs locked by hers , so all Jack could do was wail and plead for mercy - both of which were ignored by Lizzie.
Lizzie paused to wipe beads of sweat from her brow and addressed Jack.
"So Captain Jack...are you ready to tell me what I need to know?"

"Dammit Lizzie....I was ready to tell you before you started blistering my behind with that thing! stop it and let me up woman!" Jack blurted foolishly.
Red Lizzie tightened her grip on the brush.
"I really don't like your tone Captain so I intend to show you that I am the one in charge of this spanking and only I will decide when it ends!"
With that she raised her arm and resumed spanking - HARDER!"

Thirty minutes after a proud and defiant Captain Jack had entered Red Lizzie's cabin , he emerged red-faced , ruffled and subdued , his pride battered as severely as his backside.
He walked stiffly with a constant grimace  , just ahead of a positively glowing Lizzie.

"Get a boat ready .....the captain is ready to take us to the treasure!" she beamed.
Sinbad scratched his head.
"I wish I knew what you did Lizzie?" he asked in awe.
Lizzie grinned and winked her one eye.
"I told you...it's a ladies touch.....and boy did I touch him...didn't I Captain Jack ?" she laughed .
"GAAAAH!" Jack yelped when Lizzie delivered a hearty slap to the seat of his britches.
Jack seethed through gritted teeth , "I'll get you for this Red Lizzie....mark my words..."


Be a good boy now step away from the treasure Jack …”Lizzie taunted.

The famous adventurer slowly turned to face his arch enemy Red Lizzie.
“They are not ‘treasure’ or plunder Madam they are valuable artifacts which belong in the London museum.” Jack informed her.
Lizzie’s band of Pirates cackled along with her when she mocked Jack’s upper class accent.

“OOOUARTEEFACTS ARE THEY! Well to us they be gold that’s gonna be melted down and sold with the rest of the bootie from that merchant ship !” they laughed.

A furious Jack took a step forward but stopped when Red Lizzie raised her cutlass .
“What that cute little pirate booty of yours needs is a good dose of my strap!” Jack warned.
Instinctively , Lizzie felt her shapely bottom tingle.

Jack knew her well and that her weakness was her uncontrollable desire for a good hard spanking.
He had exploited that very weakness of hers many times before and Lizzie knew he would try again so was ready for him.

Jack advanced again , “You wouldn’t really use that cutlass on me Lizzie….it’s not your style!” Jack challenged.
Lizzie grinned broadly , “OH NO Jack ?  Then why  don’t you turn around , and drop those fancy britches of yours. I want to see if your backside is still bearing the marks from our last encounter!” she ordered.

Jack blushed , visibly wincing upon recalling the incident in Lizzie's cabin earlier.
Lizzie had applied her hairbrush to his backside unmercifully until he gave up the location of the artifacts , then to add insult to injury , she deviously tricked him into making love with her atop and his already battered backside rubbing on rough , wooden boards which left splinters in his behind  which required him to endure another humiliating session over Lizzie’s knee to remove them.
He would not be sitting comfortably for a while !

Steadfastly Jack refused to down his britches.
With a nod from Lizzie , two of her strongest men held Jack while she did the honours herself.
The Pirates chortled ,teasing Jack when his muscular bare buttocks were exposed.

Lizzie was pleased to see that her lover’s lily white cheeks still bore the marks of her hairbrush ...and  unhealed scratches and scrapes from the boards during their wild lovemaking.
Jack winced when Lizzie gave each of his tender cheeks a hearty slap.
"I see you’re still pretty tender back there Jackie boy !” she teased to the amusement of her crew.

Taking her weapon , she teasingly let the sharp blade tease Jack’s skin.
He flinched and clenched his buttocks.
“I think it’s about time I gave you something more permanent to remember me by Jack.” She announced , and using the razor sharp edge of her sword , expertly carved the letters L-I-Z-Z- I-E across both of his cheeks.

Jack gritted his teeth but remained stoic and silent.
Lizzie used her sleeve to wipe the trickles of blood and took a moment to admire her work.
Standing up , she pulled Jack's face to hers and planted a long , passionate kiss on his lips.
“You’re my property now Jack….until we meet again!” she pouted.
With that , Lizzie’s men picked up the artifacts and placed them in the big wooden chest and departed.

A few hours later Jack was still seething as he lay face down on the bed while Doc Winchester tended to the carving Lizzie made on his backside.
“You’ll be a bit tender for a day or two Jack but those marks should  heal in a few days.” the Doc told him.

“Look's like I’ll be bearing her mark on my behind for a while!” Jack scowled.
“At least she didn’t carve it into a more prominent part of your anatomy Jack like your back , chest or even your face. Down there it will be hidden…..well from most..” Doc consoled.

Jack realized the marks would be difficult to conceal from his Fiancee , Lady Beatrice and he knew how she would react if and when she saw it.
In less than two days he would be home and required to explain the marks to her.

Lady Beatrice, would not be pleased and would undoubtedly subject his poor backside to even more  severe discipline of her own to teach him a lesson.
Not only would he face the wrath of the public , having returned without the artifacts , but  also the wrath of his formidable fiancée !