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temptress!”
    She lay there, a sheen of perspiration atop her skin, completely confused over what had just transpired.
    “Get dressed!” he barked.
    She stood, her legs still shaky, and put on her clothes as quickly as possible.
    Humphrey looked at her sternly and said, “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”
    She stared at him blankly.
    “Ye will thank me for your punishment,” he snarled.
    “Thank you, sir,” she parroted back.
    He gave her bottom one last swat and said, “See that you do a better job in the future.” With that he got up and left the room before she could respond.
     
    * * *
     
    Late that night, Frederica sneaked away from the snoring captain and found her way onto the ship’s main deck. She needed to get out of the room she shared with the captain—so badly in fact, that she risked another punishment like the one she’d endured earlier in order to escape his presence, if only for an hour.
    She was grateful the moonlight saved her from fumbling around in the pitch black. She knew where to find candles, but no one on the ship was permitted to use them after sundown. The pirates would not risk being seen by another vessel. Bradford had told her they used the element of surprise to their advantage when approaching unsuspecting victims like the passengers of the Adelaide . In fact, life onboard came to a screeching halt once the light disappeared and the men retired for the evening, under strict orders to keep silent. Humphrey liked his ship to maintain the ghostlike ability to magically appear and disappear whenever the mood struck him, so the ship moved through the water stealthily, camouflaged against the night sky.
    Still trying to wrap her head around what Humphrey had done to her earlier that day, she stared into the black water and tried to make sense of it. The man had spanked her bare bottom for something she perceived as an imagined infraction. Frederica hadn’t been spanked since she was six years old, and certainly never by a grown man who was no relation to her.
    In a large part, Frederica was outraged by Humphrey’s treatment of her. But she was his captive, and she had no choice but to swallow her pride and endure the humiliation and sore bottom. She was his slave, and from what she knew of how most pirates treated their prisoners, she considered herself lucky. She knew there was worse he could do to her.
    But the way he’d toyed with her womanhood had made her climax… She resented the intrusion, but as she recalled his fingers in her pussy, pinching her nipples so hard, blood rushed to her quim, making her throb with need, and she was tempted to touch herself. She didn’t dare do it there on the ship’s deck because someone could come by… She couldn’t endure any more humiliation in one day.
    Although shamed by her desire, Frederica had already determined that if the punishments she would suffer at the captain’s hands included such perverse pleasures, they might actually brighten her otherwise dour existence on this ship. At the same time, she suspected her thinking had become blurred by the loneliness of her imprisonment, and she began to wonder if she was losing her mind.
    Staring into the dark of night, she thought of her mother. She missed her the most at night, still remembering the sweet lavender scent that surrounded her when she bent to kiss her forehead and tuck her into bed each night. Homesickness clenched at her heart, and she let a tear slip down her cheek. Usually she squashed any self-pity that threatened to rise up, but tonight she felt particularly vulnerable and allowed herself the luxury of emotions.
    After she’d been captured by Captain Humphrey, her dreams for the future had diminished like a brilliant flame reduced to a flickering candle. Thinking back to her ill-fated voyage to the colonies, she wondered if she would ever see its fabled shores.
    She stifled a yawn. The black sky had turned to grey, and soon it would shift into the misty