<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>   In the stateroom<br/>   With Captain Hawkes<br/>   Having her butt caned hard.<br/></strong><hr/></div>Ophelia was on the verge of passing out from asphyxia when suddenly the pressure on her throat disappeared. On wobbling legs, she rested her back against the wall, trying to avoid collapsing down while taking deep, hissing breaths. She hardly felt what was done to her feet until she was once again pinned to the wall by her throat. She tried to kick and found her ankles bound together, making her even more helpless.<br/><br/>And then she was spun around and pressed hard against the steel bulkhead. Her firm breasts were flattened against the cold metal and she shivered. She could breathe again but she could hardly move except for contorting her arms behind her back.<br/><br/>As Hawkes began to pull her shorts down, she tried to pull it back up by grabbing the hem with her cuffed hands, but each time he just yanked them up by the chain between the handcuffs, causing the steel to bit painfully in her wrists and to let go off the jeans. Progressively, the shorts slid down past her firm, muscular  buttocks. The narrow strips of cloth of her bikini G-string did not hide anything of her smooth, tanned butt. Once it had pas the largest part of her hips and butt, there was no coming back. Pulling them up was out of question now, and even more so as they slid down to her knees, way out of reach of her hands.<br/><br/>The hard spanking made her yelp in her gag and arch her body, pressing her chest against the bulkhead. Her buttocks felt as if the hand had been imprinted into her flesh. Nobody had ever beaten her, even with a flower and the pain was quite a shock to her.<br/><br/>She felt him releasing her for the shortest amount of time. She tried to move away from the wall but with her bound feet, she did not get far before he slammed her again against it, pinning her with his forearm while yanking on her hair, forcing her to bend her neck backward and face the ceiling. She was helplessly gritting her teeth on the cloth gag, her eyes wide open in panic.<br/><br/>And then Hell seemed to explode on her butt. Something she could not see was swishing through the air and landing hard against her buttocks. It felt as if her butt cheeks would explode under the impact, as if the thing that was lashed at her was slicing into her skin. She howled to the top of her lungs. She bucked, twisted and swung her body forcefully, trying to escape the terrible lashing of her butt. Each blow seemed harder than the previous one. They were leaving red, bulging welts across her skin, puncturing the skin where they crossed each other. The pain was sharp and long-lasting. But all her thrashing about seemed only to have him pin her harder against the wall and yanking more on her hair, forcing her to arch her spine backwards to the point that she was now facing the ceiling behind him. In between blows, she tried to speak, to beg, but the gag was muffling her words.<br/><br/>The pain and her efforts to evade the punishment were causing a layer of sweat to form on her skin. The front of her body, which was pressed against the wall became slippery. At last, after a particularly vicious blow, she managed to twist her body in a way that made his forearm slide slightly off her back. She then allowed her wobbling legs to stop supporting her and she collapsed on the floor, curling into a tight ball, moaning in her gag, and trembling. Her butt was glowing red, criss-crossed with thick purple welts.