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I can feel the smaller cat shiver beneath my fingers as I lead him to the deck. Perhaps it’s the anticipation of being outside and in the fresh air after being indoors for nearly a week, but I expect it’s something else entirely. Against my better judgment, I ponder the reason as I lead him through the hull of the ship.

He started acting like this the moment I brought up the idea of rewards and punishments. I have to confess, I’ve thought of how it might feel to drag his lithe body over my knee and give him a sound spanking more times than I care to admit—even when I ought to be concentrating on work and when I’m not even in the same room with him. He has the perfect ass for such an activity. I’d just need to find the right excuse.

In fact, I considered doing just that if he attacked me today, and I was actually disappointed that he was able to control himself. I’ll have to find another way to bring discipline into this odd relationship we have. So far I can say I’m delighted with his enthusiastic response.

Even now, as I’m guiding him through the halls, I can still feel him quivering. I know it isn’t fear. I’ve seen him shake with fear, and I’ve seen him quiver with sexual anticipation enough times to be able to tell the difference. I’m thrilled to see that this is definitely the latter. I’m surprised, however, that he’s being so open about it.

I mean, yes, he blushed—of course, he would. The poor little thing can’t do anything without showing embarrassment on his face and in those cute, oversized ears of his. I don’t mind that at all. It’s a wonderful way for me to gauge his feelings toward our activities—if I’m being too rough or too gentle, for example. It’s a great way for me to tell whether his interest is real or feigned, whether it’s an activity I should pursue or whether I should try something else.

I shouldn’t be terribly surprised, because he seems interested in being restrained. He seems to actually enjoy it—as long as I don’t leave him while he is restrained, I suppose. He didn’t much care for that at all. I can’t forget the pained, hurt look on his face when he discovered I kept him chained to the bed when other cats were scheduled to enter my quarters.

My heart aches when I remember that face. I probably should have apologized then. I will do so later. Just because I’m captain of the ship doesn’t mean I never make mistakes. I need to make sure he understands the reasons behind my actions, and I need to apologize for hurting his feelings, even if I find it necessary to do it again in the future.

He doesn’t understand the power he holds over others. He only has to approach them to instigate an attack, I think. I don’t believe he has any concept of how his scent affects others. I’m trying to teach him this slowly, starting with this trip outside today.

His scent right now is nearly overpowering—at least to me—but I figure, we will be outdoors. And there aren’t many crew scheduled this time of night, so if anyone is tempted by him, it won’t be a problem. I alerted Bardo in advance, so he should be available to help if needed.

There he is, in fact. This time, he’s left little Ciel in his chambers to rest. The last time I saw Ciel, he seemed to be having trouble walking, and Bardo seemed to have quite a bounce in his step. But that may just have been my imagination. An odd age difference, but who am I to judge? Compatibility is compatibility. Plus Ciel looks incredibly taken with the old man. I keep my thoughts to myself, greeting him with a nod.

He opens the door, and I lead my little cat outdoors. The moon of shadow is full, casting a pale light on deck, illuminating his hair and face, making him look even softer and sweeter than usual. Gods, I want to kiss him, but that wouldn't really fit with the goals I have in mind tonight. First, get some fresh air in his lungs. Kissing him that would hinder that, I suppose. Second, expose him to some other cats. Third, make sure he will do as he’s told, even if it isn’t his first choice. Fourth, punish his behavior publicly if he doesn’t.

I see him close his eyes against the wind, and I realize that it’s a little chilly on deck for a cat dressed only in a silk yukata. I should have offered him a jacket or cape as well, and it slipped my mind. But he takes a deep breath, and a gorgeous smile lights up his face. He looks relieved.

“Feel good?” I ask.

He looks up at me—I will never get tired of those golden eyes—his smile only widening. “I’ve missed the fresh air so much.”

The wind has picked up his scent and his voice, and so his presence has been noted on deck. Several sailors salute me and greet him politely, eyeing him with more than slightly curious glances. I see their noses twitching, ears tilting his way, tails fluffing out, waiting for him to say more. Several sailors move downwind to bask in his scent. It irritates me, but I understand why they do it.

Bardo picks up on this, too, and he walks over to address them. “Are you at your posts?” He sounds gruff. The small cat looks in Bardo’s direction, and I want to distract him, so I pull him to the port side of the ship where we should be able to see the island.

“Look—out there—the lights,” I point, positioning my body behind his, fully shielding him from the wind. I feel the ocean spray lightly against my face. It feels wonderful.

“I see them, I see them!” He sounds excited. “It’s huge! Gods, is that Midorijima? Wow—amazing! Look at those lights—it’s so beautiful!” Listening to his voice, filled with joy like that, he’s hard to resist. I hope he doesn’t think to make any requests right now because I won't be able to deny him anything. I can’t help running my hands along the sides of his body as he’s excitedly looking at the lights on the coast. How am I supposed to teach him obedience when I feel this way?

“I have something to help you see a little more if you’d like to use it.”

His face brightens immediately, ears and tail twitching, he looks at me eagerly, expectantly. “May I?”

“Come,” I mumble into one of his soft ears. I pull him to the helm, where the current pilot offers me a salute, eyeing Konoe uncomfortably. I hand Konoe the spyglass and say, “Use this. It will magnify the view.”

Stunned sighs—purring sounds that sound more than surprised, more than delighted, in fact, drawing every ear on deck—fall from my little Siren’s sweet mouth—music to my ears, making shivers course up my spine, and of course, have the same effect on everyone else in the vicinity. He's drawing every cat's eye and attention with those sounds!

Noticing that his pleasure in experiencing the view attracts more attention than I’d prefer, I whisper in his ear, “Perhaps today, and only today, since we are not alone, you might tone down your voice. You appear to be distracting my crew.”

“Eh—What?” Konoe looks up, embarrassed, a fresh pink color rushing to his ears. He sees the eyes watching him, the mouths literally salivating over him. He drops his gaze to the ground and says, “I’m sorry, I only meant—“

“No apologizing, little one,” I say, lifting his chin and kissing his lips gently, which pulls another one of those delightful sounds from him. “Just try to control those utterances.”

He smiles. “I will.” He turns back to the scenery. I lean over the railing, just observing him. His wonder fascinates me. He’s never traveled outside of Sisa before, so of course, he’ll be overwhelmed. However, he can’t seem to get those sounds under control, I notice—he continues sighing with pleasure—and my crew has also noticed. I wonder—will this be the issue I use to exercise my authority over him?

“Little one,” I whisper directly into his ear, making him jump since he is so absorbed with the spyglass. “Your sighing, gasping and moaning over the sights is still quite distracting. Are you disobeying me and distracting my crew on purpose? Turn around, look at the distraction you’re causing. See for yourself.”

I know he hates to be embarrassed, especially in front of me, and it’s bordering on cruel to point it out so directly, but I can see all the cats on deck, including Bardo, peering at him, salivating in his general direction. The small cat shyly glances over his shoulder to take a quick peek, and then instantly, turns his back to face the sea.

The current lookout is observing our interaction with more interest than is healthy and figures now is the perfect time to butt in, the nosey son of a bitch. He calls down from his place in the crow’s nest, “Would you like an even better view from up here, Siren?”

Konoe jumps at the chance, moving to join him (and probably escape me) but I put a hand on his shoulder. I whisper in his ear, “I’d rather you stay by my side.”

“But—“ His sweet honey-colored eyes look up at me, filled with longing and pleading. “Wouldn’t I be able to see so much better from up above? I won’t be gone long! Plus the others won’t be able to hear me up there.” He tries moving away from me, going his own way.

“Konoe.” I know the lookout’s intentions quite well, however, and he is one of the cats who I’ve caught standing outside my quarters, several times, enjoying my Siren’s scent. I know he wants to get Konoe alone. The thought of another cat even touching my Siren brings my anger to boiling.

I clamp my hand down more firmly on his small shoulder and wrap the other around his waist. He whips his head around toward me, tail fluffing out fully.

“Don’t you remember the conversation we had just before we came upstairs? The criteria I had about you being permitted above deck?” My voice increases in volume, and I meet his direct gaze.

Konoe’s ears deepen in color—I can see his blush even under this pale moonlight—and I struggle to keep my face straight. Gods, he’s adorable.

“Yes, sir, I do.” His face falls slightly, and his anxiety has increased.

His ears are burning up, and I can’t help myself. I reach out my fingers. They are hot to the touch. “And still, you try to escape me, disobey me, and go your own way?”

Another surprised noise drops from his lips—but those sounds, regardless of what he intends, don’t only sound surprised. They sound increasingly sensual. I wave my hand around, indicating the crew, and every eye is glued on him.

“Regardless, this is what happens,” I say, quite matter of factly. “And what’s worse,” I pull him close, pinning his body between the railing and my legs, “I’m afraid you have affected me as well, regardless of your intentions. What do you plan to do about it?”

He jerks his head up rather desperately—I see a tiny bit of fear in his eyes, which sends another electrical jolt directly into my groin. Why is his fear affecting me like this? His sweet voice floats into my ears.

“I’ll take full responsibility for my actions.” The anxiety in his voice fills me with a powerful feeling—and it’s really turning me on.

“Oh, yes, I am sure you will,” I say, my volume increasing. “I have an idea of what you can do for me later. But what about my crew? What can you do for them?”

Konoe freezes. He gets a rebellious look on his face and spits out, “Well, if they get turned on by something as ridiculous as me looking through a spyglass, that’s their own stupid fault!”

I squeeze Konoe’s ass quite firmly and quite suddenly—hard enough to make him squeal. “Ah! What are you d—?” He barely squeaks out his protest.

“Hush,” I hiss loudly, pulling myself up to my full height. “Where is this insolence coming from? When I asked you to keep your voice down, you deliberately disobeyed me. And now, you’re showing nothing but more insolence, despite the suffering you put my crew through?”

“Suffering? What are you talking about?” I hear more desperation and anxiety in his voice, and that’s bringing me closer to the edge.

“Your tone—get your tone under control,” I snap, now in my full-volume captain’s voice. I’m still only playing with him, but I am trying to scare him a little—I want to frighten him, I want to see what he will do. I can’t help it. I want to see him afraid. I want to humiliate this small cat in front of these crew members here and now, and just so I can cover him with kisses and forgiveness later on in my quarters. Also, I want to make sure he will learn to obey me, so I can trust him once we’re on land.

Apparently, this small cat hasn’t heard me in full captain mode before, because he now cowers before me. I feel a pang of guilt when I see his stance—tail fully fluffed out in fear, ears tilted back and flat against his head, pupils fully dilated. His body is low to the ground, and he tries to escape my grip, but I have no plans to release him.

I glance at Bardo, just in time to see him lick his lips. He knows exactly what I’m doing. This is that power play he told me about, and I’m giving it a try in a low-risk situation. This will set me up as a figure of authority over Konoe, in a position of power. Even if Konoe has supernatural powers as a Siren that can control me, he will hesitate to use them if he sees me as a person of absolute authority.

“Before allowing you to set foot upstairs, you agreed that you would obey me, even if the situation seemed awkward, difficult, strange, or not to your liking, did you not?” My voice booms across the deck. My crew doesn’t move an inch, watching our exchange.

My little Siren is frozen in place, unsure of how to respond. He doesn’t make a sound.

“Did you not, little one? I am waiting for your answer.” My voice is loud, and I have the attention of everyone on deck.

“Yes, I did.” His voice is very quiet, full of remorse, and his response ends with a breathy sigh.

“Do you feel like you have fulfilled your end of the bargain?” Again, I’m speaking like I would to a disobedient sailor, not to a lover.

He hesitates to answer again, probably afraid of the consequences of his words. I can feel his body quaking beneath my fingers. I squeeze his shoulder more tightly, making sure I have his attention.

“Do you?” I ask again, as though my patience were running thin, this time, grasping his chin with the hand that was wrapped around his waist, tilting his face up to meet my eye.

“N-no.” His voice purrs, ever so gently. Konoe’s fur is lovely when it’s fluffed out to this extent, when his pupils are wide like this. He looks slightly more afraid that I’d prefer, but I think the fear will feed into his experience. I hope he will learn from this.

“So, how are you going to make it up to the crew? I know how you can make it up to me, and you will make it up to me. But you cannot be making lewd noises like this, especially not right after I tell you not to, and expect no consequences. This disobedience will not be tolerated. The crew deserves to see that you have paid for your insolence.”

Understanding lights up in Konoe’s eyes, and it simultaneously adds to his terror. Things are not proceeding the way he’d anticipated, but then, I can feel that lithe body of his betraying him even despite his fear. I witness that same shiver, starting with his cute, pink ears all the way to the tip of his tail. His face lights up again with a brand new blush because he knows I saw that shiver. He licks his lips before opening his mouth.

“Wh-what are you going t-to do to me?” He sounds slightly frightened, but his voice is covered in lust. It’s an almost sticky, honeyed sound, and it gets my juices flowing to distraction. The crew has given up trying to pretend they are ignoring our interaction. No one can look away.

“Exactly what we discussed,” I say matter-of-factly. “Right here. Out in the open. Where the crew can watch you learn your lesson.”

“N-no,“ His voice protests, full of anxiety, and he tries to pull away. “Please, not here—“

“Oh, I don’t think so, little one. You don’t get to choose. You made your choice when you disobeyed me. Get over here.” I sit down a barrel about midship, pulling him along with me, rather roughly. I figure the crew will have the best view here. Gods, I’m excited to do this. I can’t believe how hard I am—I can barely control myself.

I pull him across my lap and hold him still by squeezing him between my thighs. I remove one of my belts, and Konoe’s eyes flash up to mine in fear—real terror—when he hears the buckle clink. My mind is hazy, blurry—and I can hardly wait to get started.

“Rai—“ his voice begins to plead, ever so softly. I think I feel his knees shaking a little.

“That’s Captain to you,” I say, my voice loud and hard, unmoving. “Even more insolence? I’d think in this state you’d learn your place and show a little respect.”

I wonder if I may be going overboard for the poor little kitten in my lap, but I’m so excited to finally be getting my hands on him like this, I can’t help myself.

“Captain,” he begs, “please, please—you’re not going to use a belt?” He sounds truly afraid, and the fear in his voice—oh gods, the fear in his voice—it brings saliva to my mouth and hardens my dick like a rock. It won’t occur to me till later that my reaction might not be normal—but I don’t dwell on it, for now.

“You should count yourself lucky you’re not getting the whip, my pretty little thing,” I continue, “which is what most of the crew here probably thinks you deserve. But I think a belt should satisfy them.”

A slightly frenzied cheer goes up, and the small cat—no, he’s really a kitten now—caught between my legs seems to shrink in size, completely flattening his ears to his head, and he hides his face.

“Come on up, then.” I bend his small body over my knee, pulling him onto his tiptoes. Oddly, one of those same, sexual-sounding purring sounds leaks out of him, the minute I pull his yukata up over his hips, revealing his perfect, round ass. I hesitate to do this in front of the crew—I don’t want to share his perfection with them, but I think he needs to feel this humiliation for the full effect of the punishment.

He is pleading with me—“Please, no, I can’t do this, not here, please, please”—and his voice, gods—that voice—it’s doing something to me. But it certainly isn’t discouraging me from what I’m about to do. If anything I feel lust like I’ve never felt, and a desire to punish him for turning on my entire crew, just because he was enjoying the sights! I want to humiliate him, and I want him to feel like he is mine, and mine alone.

Gods, every time I see that ass, I can’t help myself. I hear murmurs of appreciation, which I ignore, and I run my hand over the smooth, perfect globes possessively, and feel him shiver beneath my hand. He is shaking with fear now as well as anticipation, and I’m about to explode from the excitement.

I fold the belt in half, making sure to keep the buckle away from his tender skin. I pause just a moment, enjoying the sensation of him on my lap—unable to believe that this is actually happening. I run my hand over his ass one more time—in fact, I let my fingers slip in between his cheeks as well—and I feel his dick twitch against my legs. He’s half hard! Gods, this cat! He’s going to be the death of me, I know it!

I give him the first blow, right in the center of those cheeks. The sound of the belt slapping his soft skin is more than impressive—not just the sound from the belt, but also the cry that tears from his mouth. He is shocked at the stinging pain that follows. While it is a cry of pain, the purring in his voice is still present—I can even feel the rumbling purr from his body against my thighs.

However—I notice feel two things on my lap immediately after the first blow. First, Konoe’s fluffy tail starts to undulate back and forth, more than provocatively. In fact, it looks like it does when he’s getting close to climax. It’s incredibly sexy—however, I really don’t like that he’s doing this in front of the crew. Second, while I could feel that his dick had previously slightly softened (probably because of his fear, humiliation, and anxiety), after receiving the first stinging smack on his ass, I can feel him start to stiffen against my thighs. And he continues to stiffen with each blow. And since he’s nude, I even feel him as he starts leaking on my legs—he is that hard—from a fucking belt spanking!

The next blow is equally as loud, but I concentrate more on the left cheek, the third more on the right. The fourth I aim slightly lower, close to where the rounded shape of his ass and his legs meet—one of his most sensitive spots. When I groom him there, I can instantly get him in the mood, in fact. With that blow, I earn myself a delicious-sounding high-pitched scream from the cat squirming in my lap, and both small hands come up to protect his bare bottom.

He is still struggling to get off my lap and away from the punishment—he is far from submission. I hesitate to spank him much harder—I don’t wish to leave welts—so instead, I pin his hands behind his back, grabbing hold of his tail near the base with the same hand. This gives me perfect control of his body. He arches his back and bottom quite nicely like this. I hear adorable, frustrated sighs leaking from his mouth as well.

I know how to use a belt. I can make it sound loud without doing any damage. It looks painful, it sounds painful, and it leaves lovely pink stripes on that gorgeous pale skin of his—which match his gorgeous pink ears—without doing any longterm or serious damage. He won’t blister, he won’t bruise, it won’t break the skin or leave welts. This is meant to sting, frighten, and humiliate, but not cause permanent damage. I only want him to submit to me.

The sounds he’s making change from single loud shouts with each blow, to louder, screaming cries, then to moans and groans, all tinged with that purring sexual overtone. And I can tell from the faces of the crew that this is quite a treat for them. Crew members with partners are going to head back to their own quarters for some extracurricular activities tonight, I suspect. Hell, even those without partners will be up for something!

Also, I try to remember the goal is to make him submit and obey. I know he said he didn’t want to be a possession. But I don’t think he realizes his position. And like I said, I don’t mind some feisty behavior, especially not in the bedroom, and especially not if it means we can resort to this sort of reward/consequence play. But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t understand who I am. I may not be able to love him like he is asking me to love him. And he needs to understand that he has no choices in this relationship. Well, his choice is to obey now, or obey later and suffer the consequence. This is not a relationship in which he can assert his rights.

In fact, I do own him, and I will not share. I see him as mine.

After the next few spanks, the sweet little kitten releases several lovely cries—and then finally, I hear tears. Once individual cries start blending into constant tears, I know we are nearly there. Once his body relaxes into the punishment, I know he’s submitted. He may not have accepted his position entirely, but at least he isn’t fighting this punishment anymore. It’s taken much longer than I suspected it would, but I don’t mind at all. And so, I start to slow down the blows.

I give him two more very hard slaps on his sit spot—hard enough so he will feel them tomorrow and remember them—and he yelps very loudly, with tears and everything—and then, I let the belt fall to the floor. Now comes the fun part. Using my hand, I rub his bare bottom, and it’s hot to the touch and nearly cherry red. It’s amazingly beautiful—matching his adorable pink ears—I wish I could keep his ass and his ears this color all the time. I want to lick it—in fact, it takes everything I have not to start grooming him right here and now, so I’d best finish up what I’m doing, and get on with it.

Keeping him on display, his yukata disheveled, I pull him up to a kneeling position on my lap, facing me. His face is covered in tears, and he is still crying when he looks at me. His face looks genuinely wounded, pained, as though his feelings are hurt. It pains my heart when he looks at me like this, but he is so beautiful.

“You did well. I’m proud of you. I’m sure the crew feels you took your punishment well, too, and that they can forgive you, both for your insolence and leading them on earlier this evening.” I speak to him encouragingly, brushing the hair out of his face. With him facing me, however, I can see how hard he is—gods, it looks like he’s about to come. I’m amazed—and from a belt spanking—jeez!

I glance around at the crew—the audience has grown significantly, probably drawn here by Konoe’s wonderful scent and his delicious-sounding cries—and they give a loud cheer.

“I think that’s enough of an outing for you today, however.” I’m using my inside voice now, which is surprisingly husky and breathless. I pick him up, throwing him over my shoulder, keeping my hand on that warm red ass of his—and I hear him protest as I touch it—I wonder if it’s sore to the touch? Did I perhaps go overboard? It isn’t as though I didn’t warn him, though. It was his choice to disobey me. I gave him a fair warning!

In quick strides, I carry him across the deck, his bottom exposed to the cool night breeze, and then back to my quarters. I want to get to work on grooming this gorgeous ass of his—as well as taking care of both of our issues that have "arisen" during this event.

Plus, he still needs to make up his insolence to me, I think, with an evil grin. That spanking was just for the sake of the crew—not to make up his insolence to me. I have some ideas brewing...