Punish the pirates!

You let the point of the cutlass fall away, just a bit.

Instantly, Black Anna's gone, sprinting towards the side of the ship. She knows she's lost the fight, but if she's lucky she can make it into the water before you can catch her. There's an island not far from here, an easy swim for a strong woman like her, and she's gambling that it won't be worth your trouble to go after her. It's not a bad bet, and it might even have worked, if she hadn't tripped over her own breeches and landed flat on her face.

Her round bare bottom gleams in the tropical sunlight, its copper-coloured curves inviting a firm spank, which you promptly administer. The flat of the cutlass makes a delightful ringing sound as it impacts her posterior, making her squawk and scuttle forward on hands and knees to get away from the pain. You follow her around the deck, spanking her with the cutlass, making her crawl with her breeches around her ankles, hips and thighs and ass exposed to the chuckling crew as as she squeals and curses your name.

The cabin boy is the first to understand the idea. He grabs his dusky wench, sits down on a convenient stool and bends her over his knee. The noblewomen, watching him go to work, look at each other with identical smiles on their faces before bending their tomboy over a nearby tar barrel. The captain, with his little moustache, is the last to get the picture, but soon enough he's gotten his Oriental maiden leaning over a rail and is setting about her backside with a will.

"Get off me, ye lubberly oaf! I'll have me **** for this, or me name not be Black Anna!"

"Interesting. What do you think your new name will be? Blushing Anna? Has a ring to it." You plant yourself on a bench, haul Anna up over your knee and place your hand in the small of her back, grinning down at her. "You know, all of this could have been avoided if only pirates wore panties."

"Shut up!"

"It's too late, my little blushing Anna. I know your naughty little secret. I know you don't wear any panties. And now your whole crew is getting their bare bottoms spanked by a bunch of stupid landlubbers. Listen to them squeal!" The sound of smacks and female yelps is filling the air, scaring the seabirds. "That's the sound of you losing, Anna. Better luck next time, I guess."

"Let me go, ye sodden sea-biscuit! Ye lily-livered dreg of the deep! I'll have ye plank walked from here to Tortuga, ye... ow!"

"Is this real pirate lingo, or are you just making it up as you go along?" You give her plump posterior another firm smack, delighting in the feel of the warm skin beneath the palm of your hand, rapidly heating up and quivering beneath your ****. A deft squeeze between her legs assures you that her pussy is already very wet indeed, despite her protests. Girls always love to be defeated. "Better save your creative energies. It's a long way to the next port."