My mouth full of a red hardball held in by leather straps not really stopping my groans and whimpers feeding the serious enjoyment the three horny bit...hes were having.Having administered the last of the whacks the wife used her beautiful red painted toed foot to push me over on to my side, The cool tiled floor not offering any real comfort but I could see the three of them now talking about what should happen next. The mother in law, still a handsome woman in her early sixties, heavy hanging. I poured us each a glass of lemonade and gave him one. His chair was also made of wood with cushions on it. The arms were planks about four or five inches wide. He rested his glass on one while holding it. I took a couple of cookies and put them on one of the small paper plates he'd brought out and handed him the plate with a napkin under it. I put a couple of cookies on a plate, took a napkin and picked up everything. The mate to the chair he was sitting on was next to him and I sat down in. We went out with 34 sailors, men who would man lines, raise and lower sails, tend the tiller, and row as needed. That was actually forced by the oars, since we had 8 oars on each side. We needed a rower and a spare to swap with him for each oar. Add a man on the tiller and someone to swap with him, and that’s 34 sailors.One of the sailors was Michael, the man who had been elected the seamen’s leader back on the Pirate’s Gift when they were trying to get paid. He doubled as as the voice of the. “I see you have not heeded my warning. I think we should give him six strokes of the ruler.” Then she turned and said, “Angie, would you give him the first three strokes, please?” As I looked at Jim realised that he was getting more and more excited by the whole experience and especially now that I would be spanking his cock. Hesitantly, I took the ruler and Janine instructed Jim to put his hands behind his back. Thwack, my first stroke hit the shaft, thwack, a little harder as I became more.