Chapter 28 – Taffington Fling

The Red Wave made its way slowly from its mooring close to Battery Wharf and up into the Mystic River. Whilst Nate was sure the engine that they had installed into the boat could probably manage more than their current stately nine knots, they were not going to push it as they were keen to keep the noise down to the very minimum.

The team had agreed to set off immediately after hearing of Edwards predicament, hoping to arrive at Taffington by midnight. They could then recover their loot and get going over to Finch's farm tomorrow and arrive at Parson's late tomorrow night or early the next day. As they were casting off, they had seen a Vertibird take off from a section of the overpass close to the Cabot House and assumed that was Jack and his team heading off up to Parsons straight away.

As the boat continued North, Curie stayed in the accommodation part, preparing the evening meal, and Piper went up to the top deck to take first watch. That left Cait and Nate in the wheelhouse. After a long few minutes of silence, Nate looked over from where he was, standing at the ships wheel, to see Cait stood by the door, her arms folded chewing on a nail, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Hey," Nate moved over to pull her close to him, "What's all this?" He asked with a lopsided smile on his face. He deftly curled his right arm around Cait's waist, pulling her closer, whilst keeping hold of the ships wheel with his left, as Nate didn't want the boat veering off course. Giving her a squeeze with his arm still wrapped around her waist, he asked again, "come on mopey, what's up."

"I'll give you, mopey," she playfully pushed him away.

"Listen, if it's my driving, I am happy for you to take over," Nate joked again, hoping his light heartedness would get Cait to open up to him.

Cait looked out through the front windows of the wheelhouse. "I am such a fucking idiot," she sighed, shaking her head. "I am such a fucking useless liability … and … I nearly got you killed." Tears began to run down her cheeks.

Nate smiled, "That wasn't how I remember it." He paused and turned to look at Cait, "you lost concentration for a split second and took a pretty decent hiding as a result." Nate stated with a certain amount of awe in his voice. "Don't forget that as well as agreeing you three would take a punishment when you messed up, we also agreed that once that punishment was over, we were set back to all good, no lingering bad feelings or guilt." Nate used both hands on Cait's shoulders to turn her to face him. "Isn't that right?" he looked directly into her eyes.

She looked down "Well … yes …" she said quietly.

Nate lifted her chin with his hand. "Well yes, indeed. So, you can't remain cross at yourself for it, as none of us are."

"But not only did I miss your hand signal, which got you shot, but I didn't pass it on to the other two which got them both a spanking they didn't deserve." She paused for a second taking in a deep breath, "And what's worse is that you are all being so fucking nice about it."

"For one," Nate smiled and held up a finger, "The thrashing you received was hardly me being nice, and both of the others got exactly what they deserved." Nate stated firmly, pulling Cait into him again. "Yes, you didn't pass on my hand signal, but they both saw me give one, and yet didn't stop to check if they weren't sure. They could have reached out and stopped you, you would have done the same to me and they could have checked, confirmed, done something. The fact that they freestyled, made stuff up and didn't follow their drills is why they got their backsides blistered and they both know that full well. That is why they are not cross at you."

Cait looked unappeased and pouted. "But if I hadn't missed the signal then none of this would have happened, so it was all my fault."

"Yes, and if my aunty had been born with a dick, she'd be my uncle," Nate shot back, grinning at the troubled Cait. "Or … how about … I was the one that chose to go into a stack at that point. So surely I started it!" Nate exclaimed.

Cait slapped Nate on his shoulder. "You are not being helpful," she huffed, trying not to smile. "And … you are not making me feel better." A mournful look returning to her face. "Getting punished is suppose to make you feel better, right, lighter?" She asked Nate in a tone that was almost desperate.

"AHH!" Smiled Nate, "So you don't feel like you have had enough," he joked.

Cait went quiet as she looked down at her hands.

"Wait!" Exclaimed Nate, "you are not telling me that you actually don't feel like you were punished enough?" he asked, looking surprised. "In case you hadn't noticed, you had marks for days after that hiding." Nate tried to insert some reason into the conversation.

"So did Piper and Curie." Cait responded in a matter of fact way.

Nate went silent for a few seconds, "and you think you deserve more than them for having missed my signal in the first place. For having …" Nate shrugged a little, "…started it?"

Cait fell silent again. Nate softly released Cait and went back to placing two hands on the wheel as he began to turn the boat slightly to follow the river.

"I'll bring food through in about half an hour if that is ok?" called a voice from the accommodation block.

"Perfect," answered Nate with Piper confirming as well.

"I feel so angry at the moment. I feel so utterly consumed by anger and guilt I can't seem to find my way out of it." Cait then smiled sardonically, "you know, when you announced that our punishment was over, I wanted to ask you to continue, I wanted to stay in the position you had me in, feeling humiliated and exposed and I wanted to be whipped until I screamed." Cait returned her gaze to looking out of the boat's forward windows. "I was that angry at myself … I am still that angry at myself."

Nate was shocked at Cait's turn of phrase. Yes, they had spoken about Cait getting urges to be, Nate tried to remember what it was she had said, 'oh yes,' he remembered, 'pulled over his knee and spanked silly', but here she was discussing something altogether darker.

The wheelhouse fell silent for a few minutes as Nate absorbed what Cait was saying "So, you want the catharsis of a punishment that would make you scream?" he stated.

Cait looked back at him and nodded, "Yes, yes I do." She stated with conviction.

Nate cast his mind back to the conversation he and Cait had at Swans Pond, when they stayed the night at the nearby underground station. Cait had spoken about feeling the need once in a while to be given a no-nonsense spanking and to have a good cry. Nate guessed this was one of these situations, but by the sounds of it, Cait was looking for quite the punishment.

"I said I would be here for you, and I meant it." Began Nate, "but what you are asking for goes way beyond anything I have given you or the other girls before."

It was a good minute before Cait said anything. "But it is what I need, and it is what will fix this." She stated calmly. Cait raised her head to look directly at Nate, her eyes sparkling with the remnants of her tears. "I mean it," she concluded.

The Red Wave continued its journey northwards, up the Mystic River until it reached the jetty outside Taffington Boathouse at around twenty to midnight. They had made good time, and the team were soon resting for the night, having decided they would all stay on the boat rather than make camp on land. Whilst the accommodation area was relatively cramped for four people, it was guaranteed to be warm as it was directly above the engines. Despite there being no noises or signs of life in the nearby town of Malden, the team took turns to stand watch, Nate spending his entire watch considering Cait's request. Nate smiled at his memory of teasing Cait by using the word discombobulated, but when Cait had asked him, the night before they met Jack Cabot, to discipline her when she asked for it, he had agreed. He had said he would do whatever she asked for and here she was asking to be punished severely, very severely indeed.

The next morning saw the team up early and over to the old professor's house just as the sun was rising. They had left Curie back at the boat to prepare breakfast, and they had returned with the stashed weapons, ammo and loot, just as Curie was serving up. Nate noticed that Cait hardly touched her food and was not her normal grouchy and grumbly morning self.

"I need to take Cait back to the house," Nate announced whilst the team were sat eating their breakfast. He and Cait were sat on his bed, with Piper in the easy chair and Curie on a stool near the stove.

"Oh!" questioned Curie, "What did you forget?"

Just then Piper looked at Cait and a realisation struck her. "Cait's off to get a hiding, Curie," Piper stated, "if I am not mistaken?" she looked for confirmation.

Cait blushed and nodded, as did Curie, "Oh, I see." Curie said quietly. "We shall stay here then, yes?" she looked at Nate.

"Yes please, Curie, we won't be long." Nate answered forcing down a smile as Curie was being so adorably embarrassed about the subject. Seeing everyone else grinning at her, she realised she was the source of their mirth. "I am sorry, it's just it all seems so matter of fact, no telling off, no scolding and no being at home." She blushed further.

Cait smiled at her, "I need this," she rested her hand on Curie's shoulder as she passed to place her breakfast things in the sink.

"You haven't eaten anything," Curie exclaimed, seeing Cait's plate.

Cait looked over her shoulder as she left the accommodation part of the boat, "don't really have any appetite at the moment, sorry."

Nate also stood, "Back soon," he said to Piper and Curie as he followed Cait out of the boat.

They had both grabbed their weapons and chest webbing for the small walk to the other colonial style house nearby, which had been nicknamed the professors house, after the extensive library they had discovered. Once in the building Nate took Cait to the library and told her to wait there as he went outside. Shortly afterwards Cait heard sounds outside the big bay window that was behind the large desk in the library. After a few loud knocks and bangs the once dimly lit room was bathed in sunlight. Nate had managed to swing open one of the large metal shutters blocking the outside of the window.

Returning to inside the house, both Nate and Cait left their combat gear in the hallway, except their weapons and went back into the library. Nate withdrew a small pocket knife from his Sirius Armour and handed it to Cait.

"Go and cut me a good half dozen switches from the birch trees outside. Make them about the same length as the cane."

Without saying a word, Cait took the knife and headed outside. She was so preoccupied with thoughts of what was about to happen that as she set about selecting and cutting switches, she failed to notice the two bodies crouching nearby hidden by the bushes. Soon she had collected the half dozen long switches and had stripped them of their leaves and most of the uneven buds and spurs. When she re-entered the library Nate had moved the furniture around a little.

Nate had removed the dust sheet and the ornaments from the large leather desk and had placed one of the dining room chairs in the middle of the room. He had also turned one of the Chesterfield style leather single chairs to be side on to its partner. These two Chesterfields were the ones which had the arms at the same height as the back and, as well as having turned it ninety degrees, he had brought it out a little more into the centre of the room. It was obvious to Cait that she was going to be bending over the desk, his knee and the side of the leather armchair during her punishment.

"Thank you," Nate took the switches and bunched them together. He then tapped one end of the bundle on the top of the desk to even out the switches, before taping himself a handle at that end. When he was done, he had a formidable looking birch rod, with six wicked looking thin whippy branches, splaying out slightly at one end. Nate walked up to the end of the desk and placed the rod down on the surface next to a large wooden spoon he had found in the kitchen and his trusty hairbrush. The wooden spoon that he had found was similar to the oversized one he had back at Home Plate, in that it was heavy and made of a solid wood. Its difference was that this one had a very wide thick spoon head with holes drilled in it. He picked it up again and weighed it in his hand. Happy with his collection of spanking implements he turned to find Cait, stood next to the chair in the middle of the room, waiting for him to help her undress. He moved over to her and undid the switch on the back of her Sirius suit and slid the zip down to her bottom. She quickly slipped her shoulders out of the suit and, letting it fall to the floor, easily stepped out of it.

"You can leave the rest on for the moment," Nate instructed as Cait reached behind her to unclip her bra. On hearing his voice Cait let her hands drop to her sides. 'She is stunning' thought Nate as he drank in her figure. She stood facing him, her shoulders back and her chin raised, almost as if she was stood to attention on a parade ground. Her black thong and bra in sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. Nate moved towards her taking both of her hands into his.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked in a soft voice.

She nodded.

"And you want me to punish you?"

She nodded.

"And you want me to make you cry?"

She nodded.

"And you want me to make you scream, don't you?"

She also nodded.

"Walking down here you said that you didn't want a safe word?" Nate confirmed.

"I can't have one, for this to work, I can't be in control at all." Cait answered straight back. It was Nate's time to nod. He wasn't feeling at all easy about Cait not having a way to bring this spanking to a close, but Cait had made a fair point as they made their way down to the house. "Listen, I have been spanked before as a punishment, with no way of bringing it to a stop. This is just like that only a bit more full on." She had said.

Releasing her hands, Nate walked over to the desk and picked up the hairbrush and the wooden spoon and returning to the chair in the middle of the room, he sat down and placed both implements on the floor.

"Right then," He reached out and taking Cait's left hand he guided her round to stand to the right of his lap. She moved to where she was being guided and after taking a deep breath, draped herself over his knees.

Nate reactively took a grip of her side with his left hand and rested his right on the pale skin of her white bottom cheek. She felt amazing in this position, thought Nate, already beginning to feel stirrings in him as her body pressed into his. Her bottom was smooth and warm to the touch. She flinched involuntarily as he tapped her left cheek with his hand. He lifted his palm and began to stroke her cheeks with the tips of his fingers as he traced the contours of her skin. Running his finger tips from the curve in the small of her back to the swell of her bottom cheeks. 'She was perfect,' Nate thought to himself, 'just perfect'.

Realising that he had spent a while caressing Cait's bared bottom, he knew he should really get on with the spanking she was so desperately craving. Stealing himself to the task, 'she asked me for this' he reasoned in his mind, he flattened his palm and began to spank.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…

Nate began firm and steady, faster than the girls previous spanking, as he knew Cait would be wanting to loose herself in the moment very quickly.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…

Nate scattered spanks across both cheeks, going too fast to be able to maintain an even count on each side. Sometimes he would stay on one cheek for a few smacks, and then alternate cheeks for a flurry of them.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…

Cait's bottom bounced a little on each spank, her usual habit of tensing before a punishment having been dropped this time. Nate kept up this momentum for a good few minutes, spanking hard and fast, ranging from the upper curve of her bottom down to the backs of her thighs. During these first few minutes Cait managed to stay reasonably still, a few reflexive kicks of her feet and a few involuntary squeals were the only sounds and movements from the prone girl. Her bottom and a decent part of the top of her legs had already turned pink.

Nate continued to assail her unprotected bottom with his open palm.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…

It wasn't long before the initial rosy glow was replaced by a deeper red as the spanks continued. Nate could see Cait's punished skin deepening in colour under his attention, but he was troubled by the fact that even though these spanks were fairly tough, Cait wasn't showing any real reaction. He could see they stung, and her noises were her definitely feeling the spanking, but it wasn't the overall effect he knew she wanted.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…

Nate had lost track of how many minutes he had been spanking his red haired companion, but his hand was starting to feel sore and he was wanting to increase the impact he was having. He stopped his spanks and resting his right hand on her now hot and slightly swollen bottom, he reached down to grab the large wooden spoon. As it was a little heavier than the hairbrush, Nate thought that this would have the sought after effect.

Nate noticed that Cait was following his movements and saw him pick up the spoon. As soon as he had the kitchen implement in his hand, he released his right leg and wrapped it around both of Cait's. Pausing as he felt as if he should be saying something at this moment, he couldn't actually think of anything and so, feeling as if he had delayed for long enough, tapped the spoon against Cait's bottom. Feeling the weight and fully apprehensive of what was to come next, Cait clenched her bottom cheeks in preparation.

"Relax, please." Nate ordered Cait as he bounced the head of the spoon gently off her solid bottom cheeks. She relaxed slightly until Nate could see the spoon head sink a little into softer orbs. 'Right' Nate said to himself, 'get on with it and put this poor girl out of her misery'. With his little pep talk done, he raised the wooden spoon to above his shoulder.

THWACK, CRACK, CRACK, SMACK,

THWACK, CRACK, CRACK, THWACK,

CRACK, SMACK, CRACK, THWACK…

Nate began raining down rapid and very hard smacks on alternate cheeks at a punishing rate. The effect was almost instantaneous. Cait threw her head up and howled in reaction.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

Nate clamped his legs as Cait tried frantically to straighten her body and roll her bottom away from the ferocious onslaught. Nate gripped the stricken Irish girl and continued to spank.

THWACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK,

CRACK, THWACK, THWACK, CRACK,

THWACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK…

Cait's bottom almost immediately took on a darker blue and purple aspect, the red only remaining for the edges where the wooden spoon had not yet travelled.

"AIIIYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAA! AH, HA, HA, HA, AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Cried Cait as the intense spanking continued.

CRACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK,

CRACK, THWACK, THWACK, CRACK,

CRACK, CRACK, THWACK, CRACK…

Nate could see that Cait was entirely consumed by the searing heat and pain being caused by this extreme barrage of spanks assaulting her stretched and exposed bottom, but there were no tears. As Nate spanked and Cait howled, veins appeared in her neck as she cried herself horse in anger and pain. But no matter how hard Nate spanked the stricken girl, there were no tears of release that she had asked him so fervently for. Maybe there weren't going to be any, Nate had to accept, maybe it wouldn't matter how hard he punished her bottom, she would not end up crying, no matter how much she wanted to. But he wasn't going to give up yet.

Nate stopped the spanking and dropping the spoon on the floor grabbed Cait and lifted her up as he stood. He roughly pulled down her thong and half led half dragged the shocked girl over to the leather chair.

"Straddle this," Nate ordered Cait as he moved her towards the leather chair. Instead of wanting Cait to bend over the arm, her legs one side, her body the other, Nate wanted something altogether different. He wanted Cait to straddle one of the arms, lying forward on it as if riding a horse, her thoroughly beaten backside hanging off the end, sticking out and well presented for further attention. Nate took a step back to inspect Cait's position. There she lay, panting from the exertion with her legs shaking a little from the effect of the spanking she had already received. Following Nate's guidance, she had obediently adopted her 'riding' position, stretched forward, stomach lying on the chair's arm, legs either side with her bottom on full display as she bent fully forward. Nate went over to her, getting her to shuffle back a little further so more of her stretched bottom was hanging off the end of the arm. He then went to the desk and picked up the birch rod.

Birch in hand, Nate walked slowly back to where Cait was on display, vulnerable and exposed. He came up behind her, softly stroking her stretched cheeks, his fingers brushing against her most private of parts, causing her to gasp. She straightened a little in reaction to his touch, embarrassment with her current position evident on her face.

"Lie back down now!" Nate barked as he took a step back. As a further punishment for Cait moving and trying to hide herself from him, he stood, directly behind her, and looked at her for a full minute before moving to his whipping position on her left. To her credit, although he was sure she could feel his eyes roaming all over the most intimate parts of her body, she didn't try to move again, keeping her bottom stretched, stuck out and in full view.

Nate looked at Cait's bottom cheeks and they were about the worst he had ever seen them after a punishment, and he wasn't even finished yet. However, if what Cait had said was true, this was the bit she would be needing more than any other. Nate swished the rod through the air and rested it gently against Cait's stretched skin.

"Don't you dare move," Nate growled in his most commanding of voices. He could see Cait's body tense as she gripped on to the arm and back of the chair.

SWISH …. THWACK!

Nate aimed the first stroke directly across the roundest part of Cait's stretched bottom, impacting the rod across both cheeks. The thin whippy branches burning a series of jagged thin welts into her punished skin.

Cait screamed in response.

"AAAIIIIIYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" came a full-throated howl of pure emotion.

To Nate the sound was different to before, more vulnerability and less aggression. 'This maybe it,' he thought.

SWISH …. THWACK!

The second followed, landing under the first, and another set of jagged lines seared themselves across Cait's unprotected backside. Cait bucked forward, straightening up to bring her bottom out of its well presented position.

"Back down now!" Nate ordered harshly. Whilst his strict tone would normally ensure obedience in any of the girls when he was punishing them, Nate could see Cait was struggling with her position and the sheer intensity of the strokes.

Placing the rod back on the desk, Nate left the library to collect his backpack. Walking past Cait, he could see that she had her eyes screwed shut, she was breathing hard and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. He quickly retrieved the cord he was looking for and set about binding Cait's wrists together, with multiple wraps of the cord. When that was done, he then looped the cord through the middle join, between Cait's now tied wrists and pulled her arms down the back of the chair. Underneath this chair were four solid brass wheels, one on each corner, and by securing Cait's wrists to this back wheel, she was now pulled flat across the arm with no chance of sitting up or moving her body out of the way.

Not happy that he had to stop, Nate was quickly standing behind Cait once again and lining up the next stroke. Cait began to wail before he even launched the next cut, vocalising her fear and anticipation, and when it landed her scream increased in pitch.

SWISH …. THWACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Howled Cait in a long and high-pitched cry. A cry that was as much full of anger as it was pain, but as Nate continued, she let go.

SWISH …. THWACK!

SWISH …. THWACK!

"AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHAAAAAAA!"

Cait was crying now, fully releasing her pent-up emotions, as the dam burst and the tears came at last. Even though she screamed at every cut, as the rod seared a mishmash of angry welts across her punished skin, it was different now as she settled into every stroke.

SWISH …. THWACK!

SWISH …. THWACK!

Nate continued whipping the crying girl's striped and welted bottom for another dozen strokes until the screams became sobs, as the girl cried herself out. Cait's bottom was now a mixture of burgundy, scarlet, black and blue, with a mass of small red stripes ranging across both cheeks. Many of these thin welts had crossed and where this had happened spots of red had appeared where the rod had broken her skin.

When Nate was done and seeing small broken pieces of the rod all over the floor, he quickly undid the cord tied to the chair wheel, allowing the weeping girl to sit up. As soon as she tried, she howled again as her tender and punished skin touched the edge of the leather arm. Seeing her distress Nate scooped Cait up, one arm under her legs and one around her back, cradling her as she sobbed. Even though her hands were still tied, she was able to place both of her arms around his neck pulling him tight as she cried out her tears.

Nate Carried Cait back to the dining room chair and sitting down he rested her gently into his lap, hanging her welted and sore bottom off the side of his legs, gently caressing it with his fingers. On touching the burning hot and welted surface, Cait hissed and pressed her face into Nate's neck. 'My god that was something,' thought Nate as his fingers softly brushed her punished rear. 'My god, she is something,' came the next thought swiftly after the first.

"My god, I love her," he said softly as he held her tight.

Cait froze. "You…?" she asked, looking shocked as she brought her tear-streaked eyes up to meet his.

Nate didn't need to say anything else as he took Cait's face in his hands and kissed her deeply.