The Humiliation of Redman Dane – Chapter 10

The Humiliation of Redman Dane – Chapter 10

“At Sea with 17 Spankers”

Redman crouched in the corner of the tiny foul smelling brig of, what he assumed to be, a sailing ship, and nervously watched the back the sailor who has just untied him.

“I’ll be keeping those!” grinned Luca, the large muscular sailor as he held up Redman’s finely woven Marino wool and silk stockings, which were the only item of clothing Clara and Edward had left him with. “There’s many a maiden who would be mighty grateful for a fancy pair of stockings like these!” he guffawed “If you know what I mean!”his accent a incongruous merging of Sicilian and Cockney, with a maritime lilt.

At first, Redman did not respond, his instinct was to angrily berate the low class individual who had just spoken, and demand to be taken to the captain, however, the sailor was very big and muscular, and, being nude and in a very alien environment, Reman was keenly aware of his vulnerability. Besides, the man had just untied him and released him from the very uncomfortable position he had been in, and was owed some gratitude, albeit not a gesture which came easily to Redman.

“Keep them!” he muttered “I need some proper clothes!”

The big sailor turned and leered at him “You be looking rare tasty in the buff, my young lad! “ he laughed “I’m not fussy whether its a cock or a hen, after you have been at sea as long as I have!”

The look in Luca’s eyes, revealed that his words were not entirely in jest , and made Redman feel decidedly nervous “I need to speak to the Captain” he replied quickly “there’s been a terrible mistake!”

“The Captain will be boarding at Tangiers!” replied Luca “The First Mate is in charge till then, I’ll take you to see him …. he’ll be more’n pleased to see you! They say he has a taste for young bucks” his laugh sending a chill down Redman’s spine.

Then, before Redman could protest , the huge man walked over to him, picked him up like a doll, and tossed him over his shoulder.

Characteristically, Redman was fuming with outrage at the total indignity of being naked and bottom up, overr a man’s shoulder, he struggled, kicked and shouted, banging his fists against Luca’s thighs, demanding to be let down. However, Luca, with his superior strength and dominant attitude, ignored Redman’s objections and carried him up though the ship and onto the deck.

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Given the direction he was facing, Redman could not see the group of sailors on the deck, but he immediately knew they were there from the cheers and mocking laughter which greeted Luca’s emergence. Through a trap door on the deck, carrying Redman, bare bottom high, over his shoulder. The raucous noise merely adding to Redman’s fury at his debasing and humiliating treatment, at the hands of these nautical ruffians.

When the large sailor let Redman down onto his own bare feet, he spun round to face a gang of leering and laughing men, who he assumed must be the ship’s crew. He noticed mostly looked the same, dark haired, bare chested, men, with beards, except for one huge bald man. They all had nut brown, sun-baked skin and, to Redman’s perception, they all looked grimy and unwashed.

Standing out from the lasciviously grinning crewmen was a ruggedly handsome man with wild red hair, dressed in what appeared to be an officer’s uniform. Redman assumed this must be the First Mate, and presumably the individual in charge. He, therefore strode up to the red-headed man, attempting to exhibit an attitude of casual superiority, his efforts totally undermined by his naked state.

Before he could speak, the red-headed First mate, gave a roar of delight and cried out! “Ah ha! It’s the new Cabin boy, welcome aboard laddie!” He gave Redman and appreciative up and down look “Well you’re a fine looking, rosy cheeked young fellow! And, you can be sure those cheeks will become a lot more rosy on the voyage! There’s not a man on board who will not enjoy smacking that little bottom of yours cherry red!”

Redman, stopped in his tracks, stunned at what he was hearing .. “Cabin boy” … “voyage” … “smacked bottom”???!!! This was outrageous, how dare this ginger seaman speak to him like that. As he began to absorb the words. His shock turned to furious anger.

“I am no Cabin boy, you villain!” he shouted “And I have no plans to go on any voyage!! Do you know who I am? You soon will do!” he yelled, the tension making his voice shriller than he would wish. “I demand you turn this vessel around and deliver me back to dry land, and find me some clothes while you are at it!!” He was now getting into his stride, as his anger mounted “Do as I say now, my man! … I will not tolerate being ….!”

“Shut your whining brat!” snarled a voice behind as the large leather boot of the nearest of the sailors landed a mighty kick, right in the centre of Redman’s bare bottom, stopping him in mid-sentence.

The kick may not have had the same force as that delivered by the stallion at the Manor Farm,but it was hard enough to hurt and to send Redman hurtling forward, towards an open topped barrel in the middle of the deck. His attempts to regain his balance failed and he fell forward, head first into the barrel, within a second, just his kicking legs, and bare, kicked, bottom were sticking out of the top.

The indignity of his position was not the worst of it, to his horror he discovered the barrel was half full of, foul smelling dead fish. The fish had been caught by the sailors, trailing lines in the sea during a period of calm, and by chance, they were in the process of being salted, for preservation, when Redman had arrived on deck, hence the lid had been briefly open, thus facilitating Redman’s unwelcome tumble straight into the barrel.

He tried to struggle, but his movement was hampered by dozens of slimy fish, meanwhile every gasp for air was accompanied by equal qualities of fish oil and salt.

Meanwhile, the assembled crewmen let out a unified cry of delight, rushed up to the barrel and began dancing around it slapping Redman’s upturned bare bottom and chanting “Spank the Cabin boy … Spank the cabin brat .. spank him till he cries!”, which seemed to be a well practised rhyme.

Redman yelled out in pain, however, this had the unfortunate effect of enabling one large and powerful tasting Mackrell to slip into his mouth, getting jammed between his teeth, and causing him to gag.

As redman struggled to spit out the fish and as the sailors continued spanking Redman’s quickly reddening bottom, one took off his belt, and used that to repeatedly whack his tender rump and thighs.

Then, just as Redman began to think he would suffocate on raw fish, his struggles caused the barrel to tip over, sending the now well oiled young blond and dozens of slimy fish cascading onto the deck.

If Redman had leant anything from the unpleasant experience, it was certainly not common sense or humility. He was now many times more furious and high-handed than before. Keenly aware of his humiliation, he began berating the crewman for what they had done to his rear, and threatening to have every one of them horse whipped for their impertinence of laying a hand on a member of the Dane family.

At that stage Mac, the large bald sailor stepped forward “Well, men it seems this haughty young scallywag has not learnt his lesson. I declare he needs that bare pink arse of his tanned some more! What say you?”

The sailors, predictably roared their approval, as Mac roughly grabbed Redman by the ear, and began pulling him across the deck. As he did so, a further, well booted sailor, who, until then had only watched the action, took the opportunity to add a further demeaning and painful kick to young Master Dane’s already sore bottom.

Mac sat down on a further barrel, this on with it’s lid still intact, and pulled the still struggling and protesting Redman over his knee, holding his arm firmly behind his back. He then began to spank the young man, and what a spanking. The great leathery hand rose and fell like some piston powered steam hammer. The resounding smacks and whacks echoeing across the deck and out over the ocean.

“OWWWW!! …. AAAAOOOWW! Stop … OWW! Stop!” Screamed Reman, struggling and kicking helplessly under the massive man’s grasp. “IT HURTS … STOP … YOU ARE HURTING ME!!”

“It’s supposed to hurt whelp!” snarled Big Mac “A spanking is supposed to give you a sore backside …. and that’s what you are going to get!”

Mac then proceeded to spank Redman for a full three minutes, as the cheering crew clapped and stamped their feet.

Finally it was over, and a very unhappy and sore Redman, his haughty arrogance briefly subdued, stood on the deck of the merchant sailing ship, surrounded by grinning jack-tars.

It was then that the red-headed mate, Mr Wolfe addressed him “No, young fellow, we are not turning back. You are bought and paid for, and you are a full time member of the crew. You are Cherry-bum the Cabin boy, your duties are to keep the Captain’s cabin clean, wait on the officers, and provide the crew with much needed exercise!!”

“… exercise ???”

“Chasing and spanking you!” We have a crew of of 17 fit and healthy sailors, and they need to stay fit” he laughed “As I said earlier, we’ll keep your rosy cheeks nice and rosy!”

“You can’t be serious..!” stammered Redman

“I’m as serious as I’m ginger laddie, and you will get used to it”

“I need clothes” whined Redman, sounding almost pitiful

“No need for clothes boy” scoffed Mt Wolfe “We are going to the tropics, you will be warm enough in your birthday suit, besides your sweet little bare tail should be on show art all times, it cheers up the crew!”

Redman could not believe what he was hearing, surely this was a nightmare, but what length on nightmare?. “How long is the voyage”

“Depends on the wind!” replied Wolfe “Could be eighteen months, but I’d guess at two years!… It’s a long way to Tasmania and back!”

“Tasmania!!!” gasped Redman, as the full horror of his situation sank in. Two years in a leaking, fish smelling hulk of a ship, with 17 hulking sailors, all determined to beat his rump tomato red, was beyond a hellish prospect. And, there would be no fortune to return to at the end of it!!

He heard the sailors laughing behind him, and he knew what they were looking at, and he knew what they were thinking.

To Be Continued