"I bet you enjoyed spanking me," she said out of the blue. "Do you get excited spanking girls bare bottoms, Adam?" She wasn't smiling, she was regarding him steadily to watch his reaction.

Adam wasn't sure what to say. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze. She was unpredictable and he was wary of where this was going.

"I spanked you, Emelie, because you slapped my face and made me angry, and I regret it. I'm sorry."

"Well I think you enjoyed it and you can't wait to do it again. Is that right, Adam, would you like to do it again? Even though I'm still sore from last time?"

Emelie was on her feet, and to Adam's discomfort and she was pulling down her shorts and knickers. She turned to show him her bare bottom, still a little bruised from her spanking a few days before.

"Look what you did to me," she said, pushing her bottom towards his face. "Admit it. You'd like to spank me again, wouldn't you?"

"I have no intention of spanking you, Emelie," replied Adam, unable to take his eyes from her delicious bottom, and starting to feel an erection bulge within his shorts. This was not lost on Emelie, who smiled as she regarded his obvious sexual arousal with a look of triumph.

"Oh, no. Please don't spank me again. Please, no!" She suddenly shouted, as if in a panic. Then to Adam's dismay, she started to noisily spank her own bottom to the accompaniment of her own fake pleas for mercy.

"No! Please, Adam! Not again! Please don't spank me. Please, not so hard!" She pleaded as she stared into his face, brazenly acting, as she continued to soundly slap her own bottom, hard.

Adam was horrified. There was nothing he could do. He heard the stirrings of life below deck, woken by all the noise. Before he knew what was happening, Emelie had thrown herself across his lap and he was staring down at her now very red bare bottom. Emelie continued her charade of squealing for mercy, but was now clapping her hands to replicate the spanking.

The sight that confronted Madeline, as she climbed the few steps from the saloon to the cockpit, rendered her momentarily speechless. She was confronted by Emelie's bare, and very red, bottom, writhing and weaving, giving frequent glimpses her womanly charms, while she lay sobbing and squealing over Adam's lap. Adam looked round to meet her gaze, and looked shocked.

"It's not how it looks, Madeline," he blurted out.

Emelie shifted herself sideways to slide from his lap to kneel on the floor, where she frantically rubbed her burning bottom with her hands, continuing her sobbing most convincingly.

"He's getting aroused by spanking me," sobbed Emelie, tearfully.

Madeline remained standing on the gangway steps, open-mouthed in disbelief. Her eyes shifted from Emelie's red bottom to the obvious bulge under Adam's shorts. Her eyes narrowed, she had seen enough.

"Madeline. Let me explain," pleaded Adam.

"You don't need to explain, Adam," she replied coolly, "It's perfectly obvious what has been going on here. Would you please go to your cabin. You're relieved of duty indefinitely."

"But, Madeline. If you'll let me explain - I was just sitting here when...."

"Get him away from me," sobbed Emelie, becoming hysterical.

"Go to you cabin now, Adam," commanded Madeline icily.

.................and later................

"We've found the perfect place, just over there," said Emelie, pointing in the direction of a wood. "There's the trunk of a fallen tree we can rope him over."

Suddenly Adam's nerve went. The reality of what was about to happen overwhelmed him and he felt panic rising inside.

"Please. I don't think I can go through with this. I'm really scared," he blurted out, backing away from the three ladies. They turned to look at him, then Amanda and Emelie walked back to him. They stood either side of him, took one arm each, and marched him in the direction of the fallen tree. His token resistance faded almost immediately.

"And so you should be really scared," taunted Emelie as they propelled him firmly to his fate.

The tree had fallen on its side across a sandy clearing. There was a section of it, about the thickness of a man's thigh, horizontal, about a meter off the ground. Madeline's yacht was still visible out in the bay.

"Perfect," pronounced Madeline, surveying the area.

"We are quite sure that we are the only people on this island, too," said Amanda.

"Good. Let's get on with his caning," said Madeline.

Amanda and Emelie had obviously discussed how they would secure him while he had been sent to fetch the cane. His shorts were yanked down and removed, then they each took a coil of rope from Madeline and tied them securely, one to each of his wrists. He started pleading and weakly holding back as he was guided forward over the branch, but they were having none of it, and before he knew it he was lying face down over it, his wrists were pulled firmly under the branch, then behind his knees. The ropes attached to his wrist were coiled around his legs a few times, then tied off. There was no erection to get in the way - his fear had subdued it. He was now helpless, locked in the foetal position, bare bottom pointing up to the sky. They stood back to admire their work.

"I remembered to bring the camera," said Madeline, "so I can take pictures of before, during, and after."

Satisfied with his position and with the security of the restraints, Emelie picked up the cane. Adam could see her, upside down, from under the branch his was locked over. She approached him with the cane with a menacing smile on her face, He gulped! This was it!

She kept him in suspense for a few moments while she walked slowly back and forward, swishing the cane, eyes locked on his helpless bare bottom, pushed up, inviting the cane. Behind Emelie, Adam could also see Madeline, busy taking photograph, and Amanda, standing with a flushed look on her face and unconsciously running her fingers over her bikini clad crotch.

In the few seconds before the first stroke, Adam forced himself to mentally prepare for the pain. He tried to take himself away from his punishment. He would pretend that if was somebody else who was being caned, pretend that he was just an observer and that they, not him would feel the pain.

SWISH - CRACK!

Adam's mental preparation was wiped out instantly. The searing agony as the cane bit cruelly into his bare buttocks was real and it was his, not another's imaginary buttocks that felt it. He'd forgotten just how unbearable the cane was. He just couldn't take even one more, and he started to plead with Emelie.

SWISH - CRACK!

She completely ignored his desperate pleading and begging, instead choosing to make stroke number two even harder. It bit deliciously into the very tops of his thighs and had Adam shrieking insanely. Madeline looked around a little anxiously, hoping they were alone on this island, then resumed her photography. Amanda was now rubbing herself quiet firmly, seemingly unaware that she was, as she watched the fresh weals spring up on Adam's bottom.

Emelie's caning of Adam was relentless. Stroke after stroke whistled down, one every thirty seconds, biting deeply into his exposed flesh with a sickening crack. His shrieking faded to a mumbled groaning. Endorphins began to flow through Adam. The agony was also accompanied by a hint of pleasure. His erection was fighting with the branch he was secured over by the time the twelfth and final stroke laid its white hot line of fire across his spectacularly wealed bottom. Emelie dropped the cane, panting, flushed, elated. Amanda, also flushed, realised what she was doing with her hands, and pulled them away.