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Spanked by Captain carl

My Uncle Carl is Captain of a research ship, near 80 meters long and a crew of about forty including a couple of girls. Uncle Carl was going to be in port for repairs so he called me to come down to spend some time with him on the vessel and maybe go to sea for a while. I hadn't seen Uncle Carl for a few years and have fond memories of when I used to visit him even though I would invariably end up over his knee for doing something naughty and get my bare bottom smacked. He was a no nonsense man and I always knew that he would spank me immediately no matter where we were or who was watching, but I was eighteen now and of course too old to be spanked so what could go wrong. Yeah what could go wrong, famous last words. I was pretty excited as I strolled down the dock and approached the most beautiful ship on the seven seas. It was a lovely summer day and I had dressed in a simple thin short dress that was drawing a lot of attention from the dock workers but I was oblivious to their stares as I had eyes on the ship. The ship's company had heard a lot about me and were aware of my arrival as they had all gathered along the rail to watch my approach. Walking up the gangway the men all wanted to be of assistance as they helped me aboard the ship. So many nice young men wanting to know more about me and offering their assistance as they e****ted me up the steep companionways without me knowing they could get a good look up my short dress. The first couple of days aboard the vessel ...

... passed without incident but as I settled in and became more familiar with everything and everyone, the men became more and more distracted by my behaviour. I was openly flirting with the crew and they were loving it until I caused one man to drop a mooring line into the ocean. Uncle Carl saw this and roared his disapproval at the man then noticed it was me who had distracted him. I knew that look and thought I am too old to be spanked, there is no way he would spank me, not here, not in front of these men. Uncle Carl immediately took me by the hand and lead me over to a bollard, sitting on it he pulled me over his knee and in one quick well learned move lifted my dress and whisked my panties to my ankles. I was protesting and struggling saying I was too old to be spanked like a naughty little girl. He replied that due to my present position I was obviously not too old to be spanked. He slapped my bare bottom cheeks hard and fast until I was crying more out of embarrassment than pain but it did bring back memories of how his hand could sting my bare bottom. The commotion drew the attention of most of the crew as they gathered to watch the spectacle. It did not take long for Uncle Carl to apply a good one hundred smacks to my unprotected bare bottom and I was snivelling like a little girl. When Carl was finished spanking me he stood me up like he always did and made me face the people so I could apologize for my behaviour. The whole time I am doing this I have to hold my dress up ...