Later maybe

You'd be an idiot if you didn't realise what all these clues mean yet. Doe isn't just a cabin boy. He's likely from a very wealthy family, though you have no idea how such a delicate child of nobility could have ended up serving in the crew of the tiny cog you caught him on. It doesn't really matter much. You intend to have a nice, long chat with your new toy soon enough where you'll make sure he spills all his secrets, but that can wait.

For now, you just want your bath. You slip over the edge and into the warm water with an indulgent sigh. Doe stares at you like an anxious kitten as you stretch out your long, muscled legs. You raise one above the water and watch droplets trickle down your tanned skin. Poor Doe can't look away, the blush on his cheeks spreading all the way down his neck. Does he like your legs? Well, he'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with them soon enough.

"You are going to wash me, pet." You smirk at him.

"Mistress?" He squeaks in shock.

"You heard me." You wave your hand at him. "There's a brush and soap on the side here. You can start with my back." The shivering boy stumbles forward. His hands are shaking as he grabs the soft brush and soap. You lean forward to let him reach, and don't miss his sharp gasp of shock.

"Mistress...these scars." He stammers. "There's so many of them."

"Never mind that, stupid boy." An edge of something cold slips into your voice, but you clamp down on that vicious moment of anger before it takes hold. Doe is plenty scared of you already. You don't need to hit him or anything. "Just wash me already, or do you want another punishment?"

The threat of a second spanking makes the boy squeak in terror, and he leans forward to start washing. He rubs some soap into your back, those soft little paws feeling like heaven on your skin. Then he starts with the brush, and he's so careful he hardly touches you with it. You're satisfied enough though, and relax to let him work.

As he finishes your back, you click your fingers and point at your chest. Understanding, the boy moves round the side of the bath. He swallows anxiously, staring at your boobs. That blush hasn't faded in the slightest, and he looks like his ears are about to start smouldering.

"That's right, wash those too, naughty pet." You smirk at him.