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Subject: {ASSM} On the Water  part 3
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On the Water  part 3



After a simple but good lunch prepared in the galley by our two beautiful
slave girls, Ben decided to shut off the engine and transfer to sail power.
Again Laura and I watched from the stern as Ben and Amy unpacked a sail and
hoisted it to the sky.  Ben kept up a running commentary as he trimmed the
sail with various winches and he told me that next time I would be helping
instead of Amy.
That was fine by me. I was anxious to learn all I could about running this
boat.
The boat felt different under sail than it did propelled by it's diesel
engine.  The ride seemed smoother to me and we rocked less in the swells
which had themselves calmed down.
There was also a slight list to one side as the wind pushed hard on our
bright colored sail.
It was exhilarating.
A short while later I was enjoying myself on the fore deck, seated in one of
the deck chairs with a beer in one hand.
I was now nude, my shorts left in our cabin after lunch, and thoroughly
enjoying the warm Caribbean sun on my skin.
Not that the sun could reach all of it however.  Kneeling on the deck
between my legs, her hands locked behind her, her feet cuffed to two chains
that were attached to the deck rail, was my wife. She was in no position to
take in the view for her head was buried in my crotch, her delicate tongue
lapping gently at the head of my penis, her lips moving up and down the
shaft.
The feelings were exquisite!
I watched the water as we sped over it, doing a better speed with the wind
than we had with the engine.  A fine salt spray would come over the bow from
time to time as we plowed through the waves, keeping us cool in the warm
sun.
The combination of speed, sun, beer and Laura's unceasing attention made
this a perfect moment.
Every so  often I would glance back at Ben who sat at the helm. I could just
see his head and shoulders and he looked very relaxed and in control as he
piloted his baby across the sea. From talks with him I knew that being able
to sail was his one big luxury, something he did to get away from the
pressures of his business.  He was in his element.
It also didn't hurt that he had someone like Amy to keep him company.  I
wasn't quite sure what their relationship actually was. They weren't
married, yet in many ways they were.  I gathered that Ben had met her at a
party and through circumstances beyond their control he had ended up taking
her home. She had been there ever since, going on many years now.
I smiled. I couldn't see Amy from where I was, but I knew she was there with
Ben.
He had bent her over the transom, the back of the boat, and tied her into
position. All she could see was the water scant feet below her head rushing
out from under the rear of the boat as it sped along.  But all anyone could
see of her was her wide spread legs and naked ass as it stuck up high and
vulnerable.
Amy was within reach of where Ben sat and I knew that he was keeping one
hand on her ass as much as he could, stroking it and giving it little love
pats.  I knew he wouldn't hit it too hard though, he would spill his drink.
Why would he spill his drink I hear you ask. Well after Ben tied Amy down he
showed me an interesting drink holder he had picked up someplace. It looked
like a regular plastic cup holder that you would buy for a car, except that
the mounting end had a large butt plug stuck to it.
Amy's position was perfect for it's use.  All he had to do was grease it up
and insert it, then put his can of pop in it.
Very handy.
I don't know what Amy thought about her ass being used as a drinks holder
but I couldn't wait to try it on Laura.
And so the afternoon went.
After a while I took Laura below and we made love together in our bunk,
while Ben sat contented at the wheel.
Then later after a quick lesson from Ben I relieved him while he took Amy
down, and I got my wish to try the cup holder on Laura.
Ben didn't seem to mind my being nude, although he made no move to join the
rest of us.  Amy smirked the first time she saw me.



It was an hour later when I first saw land.  Ben came up at that time and
took over the helm.
"Is that our destination?" I asked him.
He shook his head.  "Not yet, but close.  I have a special spot in mind for
us to anchor in tonight."
"Where are we?"
"The Bahamas, there are hundreds of small islands around here."
I nodded. "Where's Amy?"
Ben grinned.  "Resting."
I smiled.
I watched as Ben guided us around the island I had spotted and headed in the
direction of another. At one point he sat back and absentmindedly put his
hand on Laura's butt for she was still bound as Amy had been over the
transom.
He jerked his hand away and I smiled. "Don't worry about it." I said to him.
Ben chuckled and pinched one of Laura's butt cheeks, making her squeal.
He steered us around several more islands before speaking again. "Don, can
you go below and get Amy for me, it's almost time to stow the sail."
"Sure." I said, eager to see how Amy was resting.
I found her in the Master Stateroom, hogtied nude on the bed.  She was also
blindfolded and gagged with a ball gag while ropes kept her centered on the
bed.
She looked delicious.
I crept up to her and ran a finger along her side. She squealed and
wriggled, doing interesting things with her body.
I laughed and began undoing the ropes that held her to the bed and her
hog-tie.  I took the blindfold off as well but left her gag in. She was
supposed to be able to help with the sail and I couldn't see why she had to
be able to talk.
When the blindfold came off Amy seemed startled to see me and began to
blush.  I guess being bound nude with a nude man who wasn't your partner
would make a woman do that.
"It's okay Amy. I'm just here to untie you, Captain's orders."
Amy grinned behind her gag and allowed me to finish untying her. Of course I
couldn't help "Accidentally" brushing a few strategic places on her body as
I did so.
We went back up on deck and Ben directed us both while he stayed at the
helm.
I worked the unfamiliar rigging and helped to fold the sail into its
container on the boom. While we were stowing it away Ben fired up the engine
and we continued under diesel power.
The islands were pretty close together here and I was beginning to wonder if
Ben knew where he was going when he eventually guided us into a small bay
next to an island with  sandy beach.  He stopped the boat and he used not
just one but two anchors spread wide apart to hold us in place.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Ben said.
I had to agree, and I wondered what Laura thought of it. Then I remembered
that from her position all she could see was the back of the boat.
I untied her and she stood up stiffly, rubbing her back, the ends of her
long hair wet from being dragged in the water. I guess I had left her bound
like that a little too long.
She looked around and smiled though. "Very romantic!" she said.
"It's private too. The odds are against anyone else coming here tonight."
Ben said.
"Have you been here before?" I asked.
"Every year for the past five." he answered.
"Do we get to go ashore?" Laura asked him.
Amy giggled.  "You tired of sea life already?"
"Oh no, I was just..." Laura looked worried, like she had said the wrong
thing.
"Don't worry Laura, we'll go ashore and have a picnic tonight. In fact why
don't you girls unpack the rowboat now." Ben ordered.
"Yes Sir." said both women.
Ben winked at me. "While the ladies labor, you fancy a swim?"
"Sure!" I answered.
Ben walked to the transom and undid a catch, allowing part of it to swing
down revealing steps that led down to the water.
"Great!" I said, and I followed him into the lagoon.
The water was warm and felt great to my sweat soaked body. We swam about and
were watched jealously by our woman who struggled to lift a row boat off the
roof of the 'Kajira'.
"Shouldn't we help them?"  I asked Ben.
"They'll be fine." the big man replied.
They were. Amy and Laura successfully moved the row boat from the roof to
the water without sinking it. Amy jumped into the water to push the boat
around to the rear, while Laura stood in all her naked glory on the deck,
her dark wrist and ankle cuffs in stark contrast to the rest of her skin.
"Come on in Laura, it's great!" I yelled.
Laura smiled and jumped in, and soon the four of us were swimming and
splashing and having a great time.
Afterwards Laura and I shared the deck hose for a shower while Ben and Amy
used their private shower inside. Then the ladies gathered food and drink
and we all took the row boat to shore.
Ben had removed his shorts when he showered so now he was as naked as the
rest of us. It seemed right somehow.
It was good to be on dry land again, even though the sand was hot to the
touch.  As soon as we hit the beach Amy handed us a can of bug spray.
"Use lots." she told us so we did.
Ben and I then looked for fire wood while the women set up the picnic and as
the sun began to sink into the horizon we had a good fire going.
It was peaceful and miles away from the busy hotel we were at only this
morning. I loved it.
I sat next to Laura whose ankles I had locked together with a padlock before
we left the boat.  Amy was similarly bound and Ben and I enjoyed the fact
that our women would not be able to go a wondering tonight.
"So how did you like your first day at sea?" Ben asked after we had eaten.
He had Amy in his arms and was caressing her breasts gently with one hand.
They looked good snuggled together.
"Words fail me." I answered with a smile.
Everyone chuckled.
"How about you Laura?"  Ben asked.
"Well, I didn't get to see much of it this afternoon."  she said with a
grin.
"Really?" said Amy, "Me neither!"
I laughed with the others.
"Perhaps well give you both a better view tomorrow." Ben said with a grin.
"I know that look." Amy said, playfully punching Ben.
"What?" Ben asked innocently.
"You have something planned don't you." she asked him.
"Would it be any fun if I didn't?"
Amy smiled and looked a little guilty.  "No." she said.
"Are you going to tell us now or wait until later." I asked.
"Oh, it's better to wait." Ben said.
Laura groaned.  "What is it with you guys and your surprises!" she said.
"Don't you like our surprises?" I asked her, squeezing a nipple.
"Ow!...well...yeah, but still!"  she said almost giggling.
"Then you'll find out later."
Laura stuck out her tongue at me.
Ben looked at his watch, it was the only thing he wore.
"It's time Amy." he said.
Amy's smile faded.
I was puzzled for a moment until I remembered part of what I had learned
about their relationship.
It was punishment time.
Ben had coached me about how to deal with punishment if ever the need arose.
He was a believer in strict discipline and the cane and it seemed he was not
afraid to use it when he thought it necessary.  He and Amy had established a
punishment routine that Laura and I were talking about using for ourselves.
At a certain time each day punishment would be given out if anything had
happened during the day to warrant it.
I wondered what Amy could have done today to warrant being punished for.
Ben lifted her off him and she got to her knees on the sand.
"Sir...?" Amy said, glancing at us.
Ben looked at Laura and me for a moment.  "I think they should watch this
Amy.  Considering how they are thinking of going the same route we did it
will be good for them."
Amy didn't look so sure. Online Amy and I had talked a lot about her
punishments, and while she had always been enthusiastic about their
effectiveness she had never said anything good about the act itself.
Neither had Ben.
"If she likes it then it isn't a punishment." he had told me often enough.
Amy finally nodded and bent low, placing her head on the sand and grasping
her knees. She faced away from us, her butt up high.
"This morning at the pier I asked you to do two simple things, show Laura
her cabin and then finish cleaning up. You took it upon yourself to ignore
or delay my second order.  Think about that while I go get the cane."  Ben
told her.  He left the light of the camp fire and went to the row boat.
I looked at Laura who had a worried expression on her face.
"Are you okay, Amy?" Laura asked.
"Hush Laura." I whispered.
Ben came back, a rattan cane in his hand with a curved handle.
"Turn your head, Amy." he said to her.
Amy turned to face us. Laura took my hand.
"Amy. Anything to say?" he asked her.
Amy shook her head.
"Two strokes." he told her.
He took a stance and the cane fell.
Amy cried out, but didn't loose her grip on her knees. Her face was screwed
up in pain.
Laura gripped me tightly but didn't take her eyes of Amy's face. We both
watched in mute fascination as Ben struck again.
The sound the cane made as it went through the air was sharp, like a cartoon
sound effect, but there was nothing cartoony about how Amy cried out.  She
didn't break position though and she sobbed gently in her butt up position.
Laura moved as if to go to her.
"Stop." Ben said.  "Laura, you may go to her but don't touch her or cause
her to break position. I'll leave you my watch. She has to stay this way for
fifteen minutes, understand? Then you can touch her."
Laura nodded, but I could see she wasn't happy about it. I knew the
compassionate woman I married was just aching to comfort someone who she saw
was in pain. Just sitting idly by would be hard on her.
Ben took off his watch and handed it to her.
"Don, let's go for a walk." he said.
I got up and we left the fire behind.
For a few seconds I felt odd going for a nude stroll in the dark with
another man who was also nude. But the thought was quickly pushed out of my
head by what I had just witnessed.
After all the talk of punishment we had gone through online, the reality of
it was a bit of a shock.
"You okay?" Ben asked.
"I'm fine."
"You seemed a little white."
"I'm fine, but I have an important question to ask you." I said, it was true
there was something I really needed to know.
"Ask away."
"Was what happened really necessary or was that just for our benefit? I mean
it seemed like such a minor offense."
"Are you asking me if I'm the kind of guy that would whip a woman just to
show off?" Ben said evenly.
I thought about that for a moment.  "No, I don't think you would." I said.
Ben sighed. "Amy has a habit of occasionally picking and choosing which
tasks out of the ones I give her she wants to do.  Every once and a while I
have to punish something pretty minor in order to remind her that even the
small things are important.  Now for a while at least she'll pay attention
to what I tell her to do, and she'll know that even the small tasks can mean
as much to me as the big ones."
We walked in silence for a bit.
"You do understand don't you?"  he asked me.
"Yeah, I do. It's just applying it to Laura I'm having a hard time coming to
terms with."
"I know." said Ben. "That's what's been troubling you for a while."
"It's different now that I've seen it." I said.
"I know. Just wait until you try it yourself."
"What?" I asked, looking up.
"Amy and I have been talking about this, and so I gather have the girls. One
of the things we have planned to accomplish on this trip is deciding once
and for all if caning will work for the two of you."
"What do you mean, we?"
"We, as in Amy, Laura and myself."
I stopped walking and turned to Ben. "Are you telling me that the three of
you have been talking about this behind my back?"
"Hey, calm down.  Laura knows how difficult this is for you, and you cant
tell me that you haven't noticed how much of a masochist she is.  She's more
ready than you are to take this step."
"I don't know about that, she seemed pretty shaken up by it just now." I
told him.
Ben paused. "Where you watching her hands, when I was striking Amy?" he
asked me.
I shook my head. "No, but she was holding on to me."
"With one hand yes." Ben agreed. "But I noticed in the fire light that her
other hand was tucked between her legs."




We walked the whole way around the tiny island, not saying much after that.
At least I didn't.  Ben used the walk to reveal the master plan that they
had put together.
When Laura and I were ready, Ben was going to hand me his cane and teach me
personally how to use it.  I would use it on Laura, who Ben said felt she
needed to find out how it truly felt, and I would use it on Amy, the next
time she screwed up.  In fact all caning for the rest of the trip would be
done by me unless I choose to refuse. But to refuse here meant not going
back to it at all.  If I couldn't bring myself to whip Laura or Amy here
under the best of conditions then it was best that I left that side of BDSM
alone.
As we walked I asked myself the question that had been bothering me for a
year now. Why was I so nervous about this?
There was no clear answer.
We finally arrived back at the fire and found Amy and Laura sitting
together.  Amy was actually on her knees, I expected her butt was too sore
to sit on.
Ben went directly to Amy and helped her to her feet. He bent low and hugged
her to him.
Laura and I watched quietly as Ben and Amy whispered together, an intimate
moment that touched us both.  It was then that I saw just how deeply in love
Ben and Amy were with each other, as they healed any possible resentment
over the caning with that brief but powerful embrace.
I hoped that Laura and I had that kind of love.
We gathered our things and loaded the row boat, Ben and I carrying our women
to the boat as we had earlier carried them from it.
Ben rowed us back and I sat staring at Laura in the dark. Was she really
that eager to taste the cane?
As we snuggled in our bunk a little while later I asked her.
"You're not mad are you?" she asked me.
"A little. You know I don't like things done behind my back. But I want to
hear the truth from you now. Do you want us to use the cane as your
punishment from now on?"
"I want us to try, I want to see how it feels. It has to be better than your
brooding and the way you ignore me when you're mad at me."
"So you want a BETTER punishment?" I asked.
"You know what I mean.  I want something quick, something that will be over
with quickly instead of the way things drag on right now."
I held my wife against me, her soft bare skin warm against my own.
"Okay, we'll try it. But like it or not, I'm the one that chooses whether or
not we keep doing it!"
"Yes...Master." she said with a shudder.
I held her tightly and we fell asleep.




End of Part 3



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