SSC: The Cruise

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SSC: The Cruise

(****, M/F, Intense, Spanking)

A man on a cruise can't sleep because of all the spankin' going on. (Approximately 490 words. Originally published 1998-06.)

The Roggenforts had pinched pennies for decades to afford their retirement. The effort had paid off: this cruise was their first luxury.

Thus Harold was annoyed when woken their first night out. From the cabin next door came the unmistakable sounds of a hand slapping bare flesh. After five or ten minutes the slapping became duller and heavier.

"Hairbrush," Harold muttered to Doris. She nodded sleepily.

They'd met Don and Kikki Andrews earlier in the day. A nice couple, early twenties, very attractive. Kikki was petite, blonde, and incredibly sexy. She wasn't stick-thin like most modern girls, Harold thought. They hadn't mentioned anything about a daughter.

Near midnight, his stomach bothering him, Harold had gone for a soda. At the machine he'd noticed a blonde teenage girl pass. She was dressed in a short gray skirt, white blouse, blue tie, white socks, and black shoes. She went straight to the Andrews' cabin.

It was surprising that such a young couple could have a teenage daughter. Doris seemed to think that Don might be older than he looked, and the girl was from a previous marriage. At any rate, the daughter was certainly getting her due now: Harold could hear that the spanking had turned into a whipping.

At breakfast, Harold asked the Andrews if their daughter would be joining them. Kikki turned pink. "No, I don't think so." Don grinned and shook his head.

Two nights later, Harold was again aroused by a spanking next door. "Didn't she learn her lesson last time?" he grumbled.

Several more times during the cruise the girl was thoroughly spanked. Harold was getting worried. He wondered if he shouldn't report them. They seemed so nice, but they rarely let their daughter out of the cabin. Harold caught a glimpse of her only one other time, and that was late at night.

"You know," an annoyed Harold said at breakfast after a sleepless night listening to a long and terrible thrashing, "spanking is a rather noisy method of discipline."

Kikki went pale and stared at her plate.

"Are we keeping you awake?" Don asked, shocked. "I'm terribly sorry. I assure you, this matter will be addressed!"

That afternoon Doris was having her hair done at the ship's salon. As Harold relaxed in his room there was a knock at the door. Standing there was Kikki, dressed like a schoolgirl. In her right hand was a large wooden hairbrush.

"Please, sir," she said in a soft, seductive voice, "My Daddy sent me over to apologize for the noise I made last night. He said you had every right to punish me as you saw fit."

Comprehension dawning, Harold opened the door wide. Frowning sternly, he said, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, fooling an old man like me!"

"Yes, sir," nodded Kikki solemnly. But her brown eyes twinkled with anticipation as he took the brush and patted his lap.

The End