A wren spanked hard at sea

“Sea-Woman Susan Pryde tastes the crop” (FICTION BASED AMATEUR S&M SHORT STORY ) (A LEADING SEA-MAN’S STORY OF THE STRICT DISCIPLINE OF THE WRENS AT SEA IN THE EARLY 1950s) This is the story of Ordinary Sea-woman Susan Pryde ,a fabulous bleached blonde with a 42-34-42 voluptuous figure any man would die for! attired very smartly in fact extremely alluringly,pensively pacing an offenders locked cellroom on board a H.M.S.navy frigate in her naval issue of sheer black hold up seamed stockings, patent black leather stiletto heels, naval lace Basque, and Lycra stretch Lace pants, as she nervously,and perhaps a touch shyly,due to being stripped of her uniform awaited her commanding officers decision on corporal punishment regarding her assault on a male Petty Officer. (Able Sea-woman Pryde by the way had a four year unblemished record in the Women’s R.N.before this assault charge.) She had in a mad moment of temper slapped an officers face, twice!,extremely hard!, after she had been accused off insubordination of which she strongly denied) an action that she was about to deeply regret,as the C. O. had decided to make an outright ,painfully humiliating example of her actions in front of the whole of the ships company. Susan allthough she did not yet know was due shortly to hear from the Petty Officer in question,that at noon the following day she would be escorted up onto deck ,to be secured by thick leather strap restraints to her waist, ankles, lower thighs and wrists over the ships wooden arched whipping frame, where she was to receive a fflogging across her bare buttocks with nothing less than the maximum permissible punishment at the time which was 12 strokes of the thin 3 foot leather riding crop that the English navy still used for moderate to serious offences on board their ships right up to 1954 when flogging by crop was abollished by Parliament. At the time even strict hardened wren officers after hearing this sentence, gasped in amazement at the severity of the punishment, I am writing this short story as I was a Leading sea- man on board at the time and, I actually witnessed this cruel spectacle,to the W.R.E.N. rating from a brutal,powerful,chauvenistic , male officer , I can see it now as though it was yesterday as her big muscular tormentor stood rigidly to attention awaiting the dastardly orders from his C.O alongside where she was firmly restrained over the arch frame. I saw her look up at him with her heavilly mascarred eyes as though imploring him with one final plea , a last ditched attempt for him to go easy on her butt alas not from this brute. It did not take a genius to deduce what the man was, after he gave her a sly wink and whispered to her softly “you`re gonna taste real fire across you`re bared butt today hon,I` am gonna flay ya skin red raw my sweet!” . I then saw her head drop in total despair as she realised it was now all to late to gain any form of reprieve from this nightmare ordeal,he was now stripped to the waist taunting, flexing the leather crop into a bow shape humilliatingly in front of her. The officer that had the task of administering the 12 strokes was extremely well built ,the perfect shape of the body builder,a perfect Adonis – I continued to watch this embarassing, humiliating event further unfold as he moved to the rear of her where he took quite some time lowering her sexy lycra black lace pants slowly methodically ,right the way down over her full buttocks and thighs to the restraining strap that was tightly secured directly behind her knees creating an inverted vee shape with her panties from her knees upwards to just below her bared buttocks , effectively baring her butt,clit area ,and the tops of her thighs. A tremble of excitement came from his wrist that was to wield the ships crop. , A wry sadistic grin broke on his lips as he methodically lined up the first stroke of the feared riding whip to the lower part of her black nylon encased thighs.To this man this was a sadistic perverts paradise,a sight he could only have dreamed of,to view such a fabulous body of a woman ,her bleached blonde hairstyle of that particular era of the fifties,her body there for the taking,a voluptuous 42-34-42 hour glass figure tied down over the frame as tight as a drum,her fabulous buttocks now totally bare, it was of no wonder he mused that he had now a fierce 10inch erection within his trousers, it was after a lengthy pause the crop was drawn back ,right back through` nearly 180 degrees , the shaft bending to a curve as the leather tip nearly reached the vertical ,and was then brought back down brutishly through its wide circular arc, hard, fast, intentionally towards that area where her gorgeous buttocks merged into her thighs. The swish of the crop sounded bizarre as it swoooshed down in front of an upper deck audience of more than 45 male and female naval personnell, and then the sickening kerrrrssssshhackk!!! as the thin unyielding shaft of interwoven leather was halted abruptly as it made contact with bare flesh and almost simultaneously the yell that entered the leather gag they had fitted over her mouth to completely muffle the unnerving shrieks that the ships company would have had to bear. Her bare buttocks by now after six or seven or so of these brutal strokes started to become a throng of angry, blazing thin red weal’s as each hard, slowly taken, deliberate stroke took its terrible toll on her rear . Her wrists ,ankles and knees completely restrained by the straps, were now desperately,instinctively, trying to twist away, to break free ,to release her bare butt from the searing , ,unbearable fire the riding crop was inflicting on her butt like a branding iron right down to where the black nylons came down to her thighs ,and also may I add not once, not once did this sadistic officer hold back on any stroke . Each one was delivered with equal venom, slow, hessitant,hard ,unrelenting, taking well over 2 minutes, till all 12 strokes had been administered, no let up from this pervert,no mercy,no respite, no halting of the shameful proceedings,, for poor OS Susan It will have left her with more than scars to her butt& thighs ,much , more,after this flogging was finally and mercifully over thank God!!!, I was informed by her immediate superior) that she bought herself out of the wrens and went into hiding as a recluse somewhere, ,the humiliation, embarrassment ,the physical & mental scars this unnecessary flogging had left was all too much for her to bear as you can well understand.! A short English vintage naval BDSM/ C.P.story,by Allain De Chilles.