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
I love it, and Redman deserved it as the boy never seems to learn. This is a great setting with as usual so much care to every detail. Redman of course is the boyishly handsome naughty lad with the smooth bubble butt! And so many scenes with his deserved comeuppance and humiliation. !!!
Just incredible renders, beautifully realised pictures with so many characters to participate in Redman’s spankings and watch him increasingly debased from the arrogant young aristocrat he started out as. Always excited for the next episode and what fate has in store for our handsome hero and his constantly sore backside. Thank you as always for all your hard work.
Poor Redman, his pretty young arse never seems to get a break. But after what he did to his rescuer on the farm he deserves it. The story has taken a new and intriguing turn and the artwork, as usual, is superb. In fact the quality of the rendering just keeps getting better. Bravo!
Thank you for the kind comments. It is especially flattering to receive compliments from artists of the stature of Franco and Mark. I already have some of Redman’s future mishaps in planning, and will try not to keep you waiting so long for the next episode.
Dear Bruce: Thank you for the most recent installment. Needless to say it was eagerly anticipated. Certainly Redman’s mishaps continue unabated. We now have him as little more than a slave, one might even say a play thing at the mercy of these lusty sailors. As Redman becomes aware of his plight we can see a tiny bit of growth and humility (pleading for clothing and becoming a bit more contrite after his severe spanking and humiliation at the hands of the rough sailors). One is left to wonder “will Redman ever learn?” He must eventually realize that he is in this horrific predicament due entirely to his own actions. Accordingly, he must learn to make the most out of the situation and learn to humble himself. Yet for the most part he is still the demanding, arrogant young god of the manor. Surely he will soon understand this behavior only creates more problems for himself. If he would have a bit of grace and humor toward the sailors, and accept his duties as a cabin boy, his path would be more gentle. In spite of Redman’s arrogant ways, he is a rather endearing and one can’t help but be concerned for him. I suspect many of your reader’s often reflect that Redman could be an apt pupil for an older man to mold and shape so that he learns to accept his lot in life and he ceases to be repelled at the harsh discipline that he is given at every turn.
So we shall look forward to what becomes of this beautiful little scamp. Perhaps he will yet reform and turn to the ministry as old lady Dane planned. Regardless, all of your readers so appreciate you won’t keep us waiting so long for the next chapter in Redman’s adventures as he learns the ways of the sea.
Many kind thanks for yet another great chapter in the humbling of Redman.
As ever,
Leo Ford
Another great episode of a fantastic series. I can’t wait to see what the Captain thinks is appropriate punishment for this thoughtless lad.
Bruce, I appreciated the nautical pun in the subtitle of this story, “At Sea with 17 Spankers”. To those unfamiliar with sail rigging terminology, a “spanker” is a fore-and-aft sail set from and aft of the aftmost mast of a ship. Although a small sail, due to its aftmost mounting a spanker has a lot of leverage, useful when maneuvering the ship to a new tack into the wind.
Keep up with the nautical puns, Bruce! 🙂
There are numerous nautical terms which can have amusing double meanings!!
I have stumbled across this superb story and along with the splendid artwork find it draws me back and back. I rather hope that Redman now a lowly cabin boy will incur the wrath of the ships officers to the extent and that as in the Royal Navy of that era he will be punished ‘as a boy’. The miscreant would be dragged across the deck and tied to a cannon, or similar, tied with restraints and legs tied apart for a whipping. An award of 10 lashes would have him howling, face distorted in pain, his tied body writhing, the crew assembled on deck, undisguised glee across their faces as the arrogant boy begs for mercy or help from the boys holding him down. Once released he would be helped by the boys to a medical room where he would have salt rubbed into his severely damaged buttocks eliciting more howls of pain. A task for which I would readily volunteer!
I am looking forward to watching many more spankings while he is stripped.