'Better', the Captain called out and I brought the whip down for a third time.The final two times, I did not hit her as hard, but Tara still yelped in...agony and the Captain didn't say anything else.'Let that be a lesson to you', the Captain told her.'Cabin boy, take your shorts off, and your jacket and pass the whip to Tara'I stared at her horrified for a moment, and then complied. Why was she punishing me?'I told you to take orders from me and me only, and so you have disobeyed me''Yes. Her dark almost black hair was cut very short and her black eyes would flash from under her fringe.We met at work, I didn't broadcast that I was the boss's son but then I didn't hide it either. Dad was all for me starting at the bottom, seeing how it was done on the shop floor. If you had looked closely at me you could see that my clothes and my car were of better quality than my salary could afford.As soon as I started going out with Heather I knew I had found a kindred spirit that I could. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy with the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered. The kid looked strong, well-muscled, long-legged, hard-assed. She wondered how big his tool was, how long he could last. She shivered and thought that perhaps her randy mother had worn him out. Damn, she cursed quietly.Billy saw her there out of. ”Kendi stepped into the shower and I joined her, washing her gently and lovingly. I dried her and then, as she brushed her teeth, I dried myself, being the ever-caring husband, I held her breasts out of the way, so she would not spit on them. From the look on her face and the purr in her voice I think she suspected me of ulterior motives. But not me.We dressed and headed out to join our neighbors waiting for the elevator.“Good morning.”“Sort of.”“Not feeling well?”“Not this morning.”“It will.