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P is for The Pirate’s Prized Possession
“Good people of The Phineas, I suggest you present yourself above deck, and pronto. My captain expects your full cooperation as we board and plunder your fine vessel. We’d have you show yourself on the promenade at once, and no one need be injured.” The loud pronouncement burst from the paunchy pirate who had dared to board their ship.
Penelope found it hard to breath as she did her best to hold perfectly still in her hiding place. She’d already earned a punishment from her protective father for secretly boarding one of his merchant ships sailing for the America’s without his knowledge. She hated that the pirates presently detaining them had proven her father had been right that the voyage was too dangerous for his only daughter.
Papa had left Penny behind in their peaceful London home as a precaution when he’d set sail for their plantation in the America’s the month before. She’d protested being left behind like a child, and when the opportunity presented itself to pursue her father on another of his many merchant ships, she’d disguised herself and purchased a one-way passage.
The pounding of a pair of heavy boots came close to her hiding place tucked under a stairway. She said a prayer that the pirates would quickly take their prize merchandise and leave the people aboard unharmed. The shouts of crewmen fighting to protect the ship could be heard in the distance.
She screamed when a large hand plunged into her hiding place, pulling her to her feet and dragging her into the open gangway.
“Looky what I found – a pretty little morsel. Captain promised we’d get to keep our first choice of loot. I’d planned on finding me some gold, but me thinks your prime little pussy might just be too tempting to pass up.”
Penny’s pulse pounded in her ears at the course language of the pirate. She prided herself on her worldly ways, having traveled with her only parent frequently as she was growing up, but she was alarmed at the ominous words from the seedy pirate presently mauling her body with his filthy hands.
“Unhand me at once, you pathetic piece of…” Penny didn’t get to finish her insult before she was flung over the shoulder of the paunchy sailor who smelled like putrid fish. She snapped her mouth closed and held her breath as long as she could to avoid his particular aroma. Her palms pelted against his broad back as hard as possible, but proved to be a pathetic attempt at escape.
Once on deck, the sounds of the remaining pockets of resistance by the crew of The Phineas could be heard. Her captor plopped her down hard on her ass, and she found herself huddled next to several other paying passengers who’d been caught up in the theft at high sea. She was suddenly grateful that she’d dressed plainly and revealed her true identity to no one on board. With luck, the pirates would never know the daughter of the rich and powerful Lord Pinkerton was among their hostages.
Eventually the last of the resistance died down after several pistols were produced. The crew and passengers had been rounded up on deck. The men who might pose a threat had been tied, while the half dozen women traveling aboard The Phineas huddled together.
Penny had hoped the loot onboard would distract her personal pirate, but he had volunteered to guard the prisoners so he could keep an eye on his prize… Penny. The sneer on his pockmarked face as he boldly leered at her made her uncomfortable.
It only took the pirates an hour to transfer her father’s precious cargo from The Phineas to their waiting ship, The Phantom. Anger percolated up in her as she watched the merchandise her father had worked hard to procure be stolen by unscrupulous thieves. It took all her self-control to hold her tongue as she listened to the pirates joking jovially as if they were at play.
Finally, they finished and shouted their victory while calling all of the men back to their now heavy-laden ship. Penelope screamed when the pirate who’d staked his claim on her plucked her up by her hair and began pulling her behind him towards The Phantom.
“Let me go, you filthy pig! You and your friends plundered the ship of its wares. Now leave us in peace and be on your way.”
“Nay, you be coming with me, and I plan on doing my plundering of you.”
Penny fought him, but he was too strong. He had already dragged her across the wide plank connecting the two anchored ships by the time she resorted to biting his meaty hand grasping her wrist in an attempt to flee. Her captor released her long enough to backhand her hard across her cheek, propelling her through the air and straight into the arms of another pirate.
Pain burst across her face as she saw stars from the blow. She felt her legs giving way under her as she fought the urge to purge the contents of her stomach as nausea consumed her. She’d have collapsed in a pile to the deck were it not for the strong arms holding her tightly. Even in her delirious state, she felt the powerful muscles of the hard body enveloping her.
The new pirate scooped her into his arms, and peered down at her with a look of concern in his piercing green eyes. A jolt of recognition pelted her just before she lost consciousness. Everything was fading to black as she pondered why those eyes look so familiar.
Sir Patrick Landon, otherwise known to the crew of The Phantom as Captain, couldn’t believe his luck. What were the chances that Lord Pinkerton’s own daughter would literally fall into his arms?
As the bastard son of the Earl of Edinburgh, Patrick learned early in life that he’d have to make his own way. While his father had discreetly provided for his mistress and illegitimate son, Patrick had never been truly accepted into the polite London ton with it’s frequent balls and other social events.
As he got older, the discrimination of the pompous people of London had spurred him to not only shun most social engagements when he was in town, but more importantly, their persecution drove him to his double life – plundering from the very rich who shunned him. He took great joy in his private revenge by targeting the richest and most powerful.
He’d done his homework on Lord Pinkerton, taking the time to meet him and his daughter, Penelope, at a recent ball. He’d been dreaming of the pretty debutant with the long dark hair and unique lavender eyes nightly ever since. It was perverse luck that he now held the precise woman of his dreams in his arms.
“What is the meaning of capturing this petite hostage, Peterson?”
Patrick wanted to punch out the grotesque sailor who’d dared to raise a fist to the face of a pure woman like Penelope Pinkerton. When the pirate didn’t answer his probing question, Patrick got more aggressive. “I suggest you be more prompt with your reply or I’ll call for the master of arms and have you publicly flogged. For what purpose was this woman brought aboard The Phantom and more importantly, what made you think striking her face was proper?”
Peterson stammered his response, clearly intimated by the pirate captain. “Begging your pardon, cap’tin, but you yerself told us we got our pick of the prizes for payment. I saw this beauty and knew I wanted to poke my stick in her puss, if you know what I mean, sir.”
An instant urge to poke his own sharp sword through the paunchy gut of the man in front of him proved how off base Patrick was at the prospect of holding a passed out Penelope Pinkerton in his arms.
Patrick had to get rid of the sailor. “This woman is not available as a prize. I suggest you go to the hold where you can choose another prize. This one is off limits.”
“That’s not fair, cap’tain Patrick!”
“I decide what’s fair, now be gone to plunder elsewhere.”
For a few seconds, Patrick thought he might have to fight the older man until he finally slinked off to pout.
He took his hostage straight down to his cabin, locking the heavy wood door behind him just as he felt Penelope beginning to stir.
Conflicting emotions played through his heart and brain. Part of him wanted to protect her, even from himself and his crew. He was certain she was an innocent and the gentleman in him wanted to treat her like precious cargo.
The pirate part of him, however, couldn’t wait to bare her bottom and place his palm down hard until her arse was pink and hot as punishment for putting her life in danger by sailing unprotected. It would be impossible to pass up the unique opportunity her presence presented.
When her violet eyes fluttered open, Patrick knew she recognized him just as he had her.
“Oh thank heavens you were here to protect me, Sir Landon! I’ll be sure to advise my father of the service you provided me in my time of need. How ever did you defeat the pirates who dared to rob from my father?”
Her lavender eyes shone with her gratitude. Patrick hated to ruin her favorable view of him so he went on defense. “What is wrong with your father sending his only daughter alone and without protection across the Atlantic? You could have been passed around to the crew and injured.”
Her petite hand flew to her swollen cheek. “I was injured, but gratefully you prevented it from escalating.” He pinned her with his best dominant stare until she spilled the answer he’d been waiting for. “I’d appreciate it if you hold the details of today’s precarious events close to your chest, kind sir. My father is not aware of my whereabouts and I would very much like to avoid him finding out if possible.”
He poked for more information. “How is this possible? Your father was not aboard The Phineas?”
“No.” Her violet eyes began to peer into his own with a newfound skepticism. “But you should have known that if you’d been on board, which you certainly were not as I did not see you even once above deck since we left port. That means….”
She was not only pretty, but intelligent too. He watched her piece together the truth. “Oh God, you’re a pirate!”
“Nay, Miss Pinkerton. I’m the pirate. Captain Patrick Landon at your service. As captain of this vessel, I declare you under my protection. That means no harm will come to you without my express permission.”
When she moved to bite him as she had the other pirate, he completed his thought. “As a gentleman, however, it also means that it will fall to me to punish your bare bottom for defying your father and putting your life in danger for sneaking aboard The Phineas. It’s the least I can do for your papa since he’s not here.”
“How dare you play at such a threat?” The adorable blush on her cheeks pushed him forward.
Patrick moved quickly to sit on the high-backed chair at his nearby desk as he pulled a screeching Penny unceremoniously across his lap.
“I think you’d better start praying, because I’m not playing. If I hadn’t been here, you’d be up on deck, striped bare and sullied for life. Be grateful I’m also a gentleman who will be satisfied with merely putting rosy red patches on your bare bottom.”
She wiggled like a wildcat to be free, but he easily over-powered her. Within a minute he had her subdued, her long locks dragging on the wood floor on one side and her pretty, slippered feet dangling on the other side. Patrick locked her legs down with his own right leg to ensure she couldn’t escape as he lifted the dark purple gown to expose her perfect, intimate clothes. His cock stiffened, poking his captive as he pulled her panties down, giving him his first peek at her perfect ass.
She moaned with pleasure as he massaged her bottom, putting her at ease right up until his palm crashed down hard, marking her pale skin. Her pitiful groans of embarrassment laced with pain stirred his cock to full mast. The punishment continued hard and fast until Penny went limp over his lap in her submission. Her shouts turned to whimpers as her breathing became hitched as she struggled with the pain and humiliation of her discipline session.
Patrick didn’t stop until her bare bottom was hot to the touch. He pushed down the desire to run his digits through her private lady parts, yet he patted her bottom gently as she calmed.
He finally righted her, placing her tender naked flesh on the rough wool of his breeches. Patrick pulled her close, enjoying the intimate embrace as she calmed.
“Now, young lady, how do you suppose I’m to return you to your proper station without being purposefully identified as a pirate?”
He wasn’t sure he liked the perfectly naughty smile creeping across Penelope’s face. “I propose you keep me aboard your pirate ship, for if you return me to shore, I promise to identify you before nightfall and have you thrown into prison!”
Patrick weighed his options, taking into consideration the look of mischief in her beautiful eyes. In the end, he had only one solution – placing her back over his knee to try to spank some sense into her.
Keeping Penelope aboard was what he called a win-win situation. He had a ship heavy with his plundered treasure and a beautiful woman he looked forward to persuading he wasn’t the bad guy.
Patrick wasn’t sure he would succeed, but he eagerly looked forward to the challenge.
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R=The Rowdy Reunion
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