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Derrick finish tying off the rigging.
    The man had an awesome body, she thought on a lustful sigh. He wore nothing but a pair of jeans, and his muscled chest gleamed with a light sheen of sweat; his arms bulged with strength as he brought the sail under control. His midnight hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, and his silver loop earring glinted in the sunlight. All he needed, she fantasized, was a patch over one eye to give him the total look of a rakish pirate. One that was causing her pussy to seep hungrily for his attention.
    Derrick looked over at Sasha, her thoughts easily readable as she unashamedly eyed him. He wondered if she would be so open about wanting him if she knew what he had in mind for her. May as well let her know, he decided, his cock stirring at the way she watched him as he moved towards her.
    Hands on his hips, he glared down at her, his tall form blocking the sun from her eyes. “Sasha, you know the rules about your clothes.”
    Her brows lowered in a frown he found cute, but he didn’t let her know that. “We’re not at home, Derrick.”
    “I believe my instructions were when ever we’re alone together, or you’re alone at home, I want you naked. We’re alone together now.”
    Sasha lifted her upper body, looking across the water at the scattering of sailboats. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, a perfect opportunity for sailing. “There are boats everywhere. What if one of them gets close enough to see?”
    Her voice may have been hesitant, but the lustful gleam in her eyes gave her away. Sitting down next to her, he said sternly, “You can cover up quickly enough, if I let you.” Not giving her time to consider his words, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap. Her shiny blue suit hugged her ass enticingly, but Derrick quickly had her ass bared, just the way he liked it. “I think you wanted to be punished, didn’t you?” he asked as he brought his hand down hard on her right cheek, raising a beautiful red glow.
    “No! I swear, Derrick. I didn’t realize you meant anywhere we were,” Sasha cried out as he swatted her again and again. Whether she was innocent this time or not, it didn’t matter, she thought as she lifted for his swats, gasping in pain and pleasure. She loved being over his lap, her ass bared for whatever abuse he planned to heap upon her. She craved the feel of his hard hand stinging her buttocks, loved the way the pain gave rise to instant heated pleasure.
    “I don’t believe you, but that doesn’t matter,” he returned. His continued swats on her bare flesh, and her painful cries echoed loudly across the quiet water.
    Sasha tried to keep quiet, burying her head in her arms, but it was hard to do as he ruthlessly belabored her quivering backside. The painful heat spread to cover her ass until her buttocks felt swollen and her pussy dripped with gushing need. She lifted for each swat, and then his hand drove her hips down hard on his thigh, causing her clit to swell.
    Derrick recognized her movements and knew she was close to orgasm. He smacked her again on the under curve of first her right cheek and then her left before hitting the tops of her thighs. She was crying openly, both from pain and need, and he relished each whimper. “Don’t come yet, Sasha,” he ordered as he let up on his ministrations, trying to keep her from giving in to her body’s needs.
    “I need to Derrick,” she sobbed in aching frustration. He continually tried to get her to hold back on her orgasms, and she continually failed. She didn’t want to wait; she didn’t see the need for it. Though his hand now rested softly on her burning ass, her hips continued to rub against his hard thigh; the throbbing heat enveloping her ass driving her on until she exploded; the climax ripping through her, leaving her shuddering, gasping across his lap in total abandonment.
    Derrick lifted her until she was sitting in his lap then wiped the tears and sweat from her red face.