I start crying quietly."Three" I sob. The secretary has become extremely accurate with her cane strikes landing in a small grouping on my butt cheeks....The next 7 strokes land on my reddening butt. The pain is real. I am sobbing. Tears are flowing freely.I do not notice that a man with a mask covering his face and wearing a leather collar is standing in front of me. "Slave you are now to suffer a spanking as a penalty payment!"A pair of muscular black legs come in to view as I am still bent. Our tongues darted, teased and then I sent my long tongue into her mouth (every girl I had ever seriously kissed commented on how long and big my tongue was). Pam seemed to love it and started sucking on it. She didn't want to turn it loose it seemed and she sucked it more like a cock than a tongue. All I knew was suddenly I had a huge hard on and was pressing it against her. She returned the pressure firmly but the kiss was what had our attention.When we broke finally we both were gasping for. ‘No that will not be necessary. There is room in the bunk for both of us,’ he replied. ‘ I just need to answer the call of nature. Get yourself ready and get into the bunk and I will join you soon. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.’ This filled me with trepidation. How hard it would be to conceal my true identity from the Captain if I were sleeping in the same bunk as him. I resolved to get in and pretend to be asleep with my back to him and hope that I could keep up my pretence until. ?She stirred abit and raised her chin slightly,but she did not look around.? Perhaps sheheard my breathing or maybe her 6th sense told her that I was nearby, but sheproperly refrained from seeking me out.?I stood over her for several more minutes inhaling the wonderful aromasthat make her so delectable.?? I watchedas her fingers fidgeted slightly but continually as they rested on the ratherlarge vibrator that she had selected. The sobs had dissipated for the mostpart, and they were replaced.