“This time,” said the tall blonde, “I should recommend you for the
birch, Giselle. And, since Madame almost invariably takes my advice in
these matters, I have no doubt you would get it. Good and strong!”
Giselle, with dread in her heart, had already begun scrubbing the
deck again. She seemed to have renewed strength. By no means for the
first time she was inwardly aware of the remarkable stimulus to effort
that pain... and the threat of pain... could give. Under it, one could
achieve wonders. Wonders beyond one's own belief.
“Kneel erect,” ordered the blonde vixen. Her name was Judith and she
was one of several slave-mistresses who assisted Madame Vesta aboard
the stem-yacht which was rather cruelly named S.S. Paradise.
Giselle obeyed the order at once. The firm, apple-round breasts
danced nakedly in the sunlight with her sudden movement. She was a most
attractive, dark-haired, sloe-eyed girl of twenty two. Judith regarded
her with cool satisfaction.
All this time, Melissa had continued zealously scrubbing her way up
the deck, disregarding what was going on within a few feet of herself.
That was sensible of her. She knew the form better than Giselle, having
been aboard the Paradise considerably longer.
“You'll finish your morning stint the hard way, Giselle,” said
Judith, smiling down at her victim. Only the mouth smiled. She had
lovely strong white teeth. The eyes remained icy-cold. “Give me that
brush. And open your mouth.”
With sinking heart, Giselle extended the brush. She knew what was
coming. Had she not seen if before with others? Judith...or Miss Judith
as she was thought of and addressed by those in her charge... now
forced the back of the scrubbing brush into Giselle's mouth. There was
a strap at each end of the brush, one with a buckle. These straps were
now around to the back of Giselle's head and secured firmly. “Now get
back to work, you Goddamn lazy bitch,” said Judith.
There was scarcely a pause before Giselle plunged the brush...and, of
course, her face...into the sudsy water in the bucket beside her. Then
she bent, crouching even further down, and began to scrub the planks
with the brush now clenched between her teeth. It was indeed the hard
way to do it... and the most degrading!
“And don't forget what I said about putting you on report, if there's
any more nonsense,” said Miss Judith. She implemented her remark by
swinging the strap a third time and thwacking it hard across Giselle's
upthrust bottom. Snorting the suds from her nostrils, the wretched girl
sprawled forward across the deck, hindquarters squirming and juddering.
Fortunately for her, she had sufficient resolve to recover quickly and
continue with her arduous task. If she had not done so, she would
certainly have felt Miss Judith's leathern thong again.
The tall, blonde, leather-clad figure remained a little longer,
looking down at Giselle's sweating nakedness. Her lips curled faintly
with cruel pleasure each time the girl plunged her face back into the
bucket and came out gasping and snorting. Most satisfying. Most
pleasing. An excellent form of corrective discipline. Briefly her eyes
turned to Melissa, who was now a yard or two ahead of Giselle. She
could detect no fault.
“Melissa,” she said, “when you have completed your task here, you
will report to me. I have an extra duty for you.”
“Yes, Miss,” answered the girl breathlessly, not pausing in her task.
Miss Judith turned away and moved a few paces down the deck. Then she
leaned over the rail of the yacht. The sea was very smooth, very blue.
But, by Christ, it is hot, she thought as she re-fastened the handle of
the strap about her belt. Perfect weather for deck-scrubbing, she
grinned inwardly. It certainly couldn't be very funny. No wonder
Giselle had damned nearly passed out. She was pretty new to the regime,
after all. It would be nice to have a plunge in the pool. Naked. And
then a long, ice-cold drink. Well, why not?
She glanced up towards the gaily colored canopy on the upper deck. No
doubt Madame Vesta and her gusts were already enjoying their morning
aperitifs. She moved from the rail and strode down the deck. Behind her
the ceaseless sound of scrubbing continued, fading slowly as she went
down the companion-way.