CAW 22 Entry: Dreadnought

In an attempt to speed things up, Robert suggested, "You should do this on stage. Imagine all the people you could educate with one performance."

The thought of performing this act on stage with an audience turned Marie on greatly, something Robert had worked out previously. However, breathlessly, she said "Dougie would never allow it. I'm really going to have to talk to Aimée next time I see her." Dougie was Douglas Dawson the current Lord Chamberlain, whose job it was to censor stage productions, Aimée was his wife. 

The suggestion did seem to have an effect though, "In the case of a penis this large it seems that the female might reach orgasm sooner, it would seem that five minutes should be sufficient. The man's mental and physical stimulation reaches a climax in sensory intoxication and in the ejaculation of see …” Marie fell silent, apart from inarticulate vocalizations. Robert was ready for this and when she started spasming he also let his penis ejaculate into her vagina. Though his first hint that the time was ripening had been when she had shut up. 

Marie collapsed on top of Robert, quite gasping for breath. Robert was miles away enjoying the moment, he did not mind his burden. When she recovered sufficiently, Marie looked glum. “Oh Robert, I am an intelligent civilized Englishwoman. I should not let my base desires rule me like that." 

Technically, she was Scots, but had been brought up mostly in England; Robert thought better of mentioning this. Her mood was not an unusual turn of events, she often felt guilty about their trysts. He'd worked out a way to help her and himself in the process. He looked at her sternly, as sternly as one could when a lady is leaking your semen out of her vagina onto your now flaccid penis. "This court martial finds you guilty of licentiousness and sentences you to 40 lashes."

"I plead guilty and throw myself on the mercy of the court."

"The prisoner will report to the main mast for execution of the sentence." She climbed down off of Robert and the desk and walked over to the wall. There was ornate paneling around the room, it framed a pillar there. There was some structure behind the paneling, Robert had had a discreet ring attached at about seven feet high. He also grabbed some innocent looking line, (sailor speak for rope), which was handy and an old frayed bell rope. Both available for this very reason. 

Robert used the line to bind her wrists and threaded the other end through the ring. He turned Marie to face the wall and tugged on the line. Marie's wrists were raised high above her head and she was stretched taught. She gasped at the rough treatment, but was otherwise silent. Robert also quite enjoyed the silence as well as the other benefits of this. He belayed the line on a cleat, also deliberately installed.

Robert took the bell rope and made ready to whip Marie. He saw a few small scars where he'd been too enthusiastic previously. He'd paid hell for those, so wasn't about to mark her again. He swung quite gingerly.

"Ow! One. …, Two.” She counted off the strokes. “Twenty one.” She was humiliated, she was horny. The humiliation assuaged her conscience sufficiently she felt much lighter in her heart. She also felt a fire in her vagina. However, she barely got to twenty two before it was getting too much for Robert. He put down the rope, then reached around her to fondle her breasts. “Robert?” 

"Quiet woman. I'm going to enjoy you, and you are too." Robert reached down and felt her labia and slipped a finger in her vagina. "Engorged labia and clitoris, copious mucus secretion. You are obviously enjoying this too." Faced with the evidence she was quiet. However, she had already known in her heart she was going to be submitting to whatever perversion Robert wanted. He slid her drawers down her legs. He lifted first one foot then the other to allow the drawers to be removed.

Robert slackened off the line, pulled her hips back and nudged her feet apart so that the line was taught again. Her pose was quite obscene. He fondled her breasts again and manually stimulated her labia and clitoris. She moaned softly. She longed for his penis to again invade her vagina, but also dreading the humiliation of being mounted like a farm beast. She soon got her wish, his penis was again tumescent, he pushed at her labia with it and it slipped inside. He thrust away, this time he wasn't caring about waiting for her, so he soon ejaculated into her vagina. Marie slumped, held up by the ropes binding her, deprived of the full orgasm through the excessive speed of Robert’s reactions, she railed internally against her position. 

Robert's knees were none to pleased with the strain they'd been under and so now buckled under him. He sank to the floor behind Marie. "This time, my way." that was his thought, he spoke it also. He moved his head to her crotch and licked her labia. She attained the fullest delight in his work, but her conscience objected. She hadn’t been punished sufficiently for her crimes.

"No Robert, no." He looked up at her trying to decide his next course. "Finish the lashing first, I deserve it, add ten lashes so I can enjoy this."

"Fair enough." he said, rising to his feet. He hauled on the line, stretching her taught again against the pillar. Marie gasped again, enjoying the rough treatment, it again assuaged her conscience.

He lashed her softly, “Twenty three, harder." He lashed her harder and she continued counting. Marie was gasping and flushed, her back was bright red, but not bloodied, when she counted, "Fifty." Then she sighed heavily. Her conscience was fully assuaged she felt free.

Robert's penis was again tumescent. He gambled, "How many lashes do you need so you would fellate me?"

Marie struggled with her conscience, but she was too aroused to win any such fight. She tried to refuse, "I, ..., I’m not a prostitute, …, or an American.“ She gave up the struggle, "Twenty." She felt a so righteous and instinctive horror of prostitutes, but her libido allowed her to emulate their actions, if her conscience could be sufficiently assuaged. 

The comment about American’s briefly whisked Robert back to his affair with the married American woman, he smiled. Then he lashed her some more, "One. Two, …” Eventually, "Twenty."

Robert again slackened off the line turned her around and knelt before her. "No Robert." He was just about to be very exasperated with Marie, and was considering how hard, and where, to whip her. "Let me down so I can fellate you. If I achieve orgasm first, I won't be able to." She knew if her lusts were satisfied first, she could never bring herself to enjoy such a perversion. 

Robert understood her motivations, and let her down, but did not untie her wrists. He took her to the couch and sat down. She knelt before him, her wrists tied, he held the other end of the line. Marie took his penis into her mouth and sighed. She enthusiastically nodded up and down stimulating Robert greatly. She let him out of her mouth, "If you untied me, I could also use my hands."

Robert was worried that Marie’s guilt might return at that, “Did I whip you enough to do that?

"I think you did."

Robert untied the line then tied it around both wrists with some slack between. Marie went back to her task with renewed vigor, both hands and her mouth. He mused that both Marie and a prostitute showed physical excitement and pleasure in the sexual act.

Robert gave thanks for Marie’s confused morality, Marie on the other hand, tried not to think of the perversions she was performing, or of the perversions which Robert had promised would be visited on her. Marie was utterly humiliated by her current station, she was also utterly excited. Kneeling before a powerful man was exciting, that the man was in uniform was exciting, that she was naked was exciting, that her back reminded her of Robert’s dominance and love was exciting, that her vaginal canal was currently absorbing two ejaculations of Robert’s secretions was exciting, but her current perversion was most exciting though. 

She though she should have nothing within but scorn and loathing for the act, but her body told otherwise. She mused the man's desire is a surface need, quickly satisfied, colorless, and lacking beauty. Yet here she was satisfying it.

Robert luxuriated in his good fortune and the glory of the naked human body before him, until the transports of rapture found their ending in the explosive completion of the act. At once the tension of his whole system relaxed, and his muscles fell into gentle, easy attitudes of languorous content. Marie swallowed his secretions, stayed on her knees, bowed her head and was quiet. Robert looked down at the submissive Marie, he thought in a few moments he could be sleeping like a child. She glanced up at him, silent pleading in her eyes.

A promise was a promise though, Robert could not break his word, an Englishman, a gentleman, an officer, take your pick his honour wouldn’t allow him to sleep as much as he wanted to. He stood up, then pulled Marie to her feet by the line around her wrists. He sat her down on the couch, then lay her down, tied the line around the couch’s legs and Marie’s ankles, her legs spread, leaving her open to Robert’s gaze.

Robert knelt before her, her vagina was spontaneously opening and closing as though panting with longing. He knew this was a sign of a really ardent woman. He lowered his lips to her labia. He kissed them, he licked her them, his tangy taste was on her lips, but he did not mind it, despite being a typical self-opinionated male. Marie lay helpless in the happiest possible expressions of human felicity, this peaceful, romantic dalliance inflamed her libido. The discipline of Robert’s control ensured lasting delight in erotic feeling, she practiced self-indulgence to be allowed any relief to her desires.

The fusion of joy and rapture was not purely physical. The half swooning sense of flux which overtook her spirit in that moment at the apex of rapture swept into its tides the whole essence of her being, and as it were, the heat of the contact vaporized her consciousness so that it filled the whole of cosmic space. Orgasm overtook Marie.

That was obvious to Robert, so he untied her and held her gently until her wits returned. “I shall miss you Marie, are you sure you don’t want to snatch me away from Kathleen?” She indicated otherwise. Though neither of them knew it, this was the last time they would see each other. Robert later perished in the polar expedition, famously beaten to the pole by the Norwegian Amundsen. Posthumously, he did bring back the evidence Marie needed to support the Gondwanaland theory. 

Marie remembered their trysts with a mixture of ardor and shame. This benefitted her future second husband, Humphrey Roe, greatly though he never knew it, he did enjoy it. Marie’s studies eventually gave rise to the pamphlet “Married Love”, which Humphrey sponsored.

Note: There are a couple of factual errors in this, the ship was a pre-Dreadnought, I claim that was Marie's mistake. Also Robert may not have been Captain of the ship at this time, he left the Victorious a little while before Marie went to Japan.
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