The Plundering Pussy Pirates
Arrrrr!My hands are tied above my head with my pantaloons pulled down and gathered around the tops of my leather buckled boots. On deck, my rounded arse is on display for the gawking crew. The whir of the propellers cuts the silence. Waiting is the most intense part. My delicate cheeks flinch, trying to anticipate when the first strike will be felt. The flogger is a devilish instrument with each of the nine tails acting independ...