Literotic asexstories – Ch. 02 – My Coming In Party Pt. 01 by MissSabrinaFontaine,MissSabrinaFontaine
Sharp-eyed readers noticed I misspelled Gabrielle’s name in the first chapter. Thank you to the two people who contacted me to point this out. In this and subsequent chapters, I will spell her name correctly. xoxo
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Those next few days after being late for dinner, and being punished for it, passed fairly quietly. I had not done anything that Jonathan felt he needed to correct me for. He and I spent time together at the house watching TV and movies, sunning by the pool and playing backgammon and having some very vanilla sex. And we enjoyed a couple of good meals Gabrielle had prepared. Jonathan had not had Gabrielle set out any clothes for me most of those days, choosing to keep me naked so I was starting to get used to being naked around Jonathan and Gabrielle.
One of the days I was given something to wear, Jonathan had a model in for a shoot and so I stopped by the studio to see what they were creating. When I walked in, he introduced me to Pam. Of course, since this was a Jonathan shoot, she was very beautiful and completely nude. She had wavy blonde hair and an athletic figure, with smallish breasts that suited her. I was envious of how ripped her stomach was. Pam was not the least bit shy about being nude in front of Jonathan and me and she was very comfortable chatting with me as they worked.
Jonathan explained to Pam I now lived with him, but I had previously modeled for him and even pointed out one of my shots on the wall. She was very complimentary of the photo and of my body, which was nice of her. As Jonathan continued to snap away, Pam asked how long we had worked together and whether we still shot together. After a few minutes of pleasant conversation, Jonathan began positioning her to get some pussy shots, so I excused myself and left.
Jonathan asked Pam to join us for dinner that evening, which she did. At the beginning of dinner, I was a little jealous and felt as though I needed to compete for Jonathan’s attention, but Pam was very nice, talking to both of us, not just him. I soon realized I could get to like her. She left after dinner and Jonathan and I watched a movie and went to bed in his room, where we had more vanilla sex and fell asleep together.
When we woke up the next morning, Jonathan summoned Gabrielle. As usual, she was wearing her ‘uniform’ of a cropped white shirt and very tight, black booty shorts and was barefoot. He gave her some instructions in Spanish and she retrieved my outfit from the previous day from the floor and left the room. Meanwhile he got up and began to get dressed, putting on some shorts and a short-sleeved golf shirt, while I laid in bed. Gabrielle soon returned with a clean, fresh T-shirt for me to wear. I was surprised it was long enough to cover my ass when I put it on and, once we were both dressed, Jonathan and I went down to the kitchen and had breakfast.
Jonathan and I chatted while we were eating, mostly about Pam and their photoshoot the day before. We agreed she had a pleasant personality to go along with her good looks. Jonathan interrupted our conversation and gave Gabrielle some more instructions and she headed upstairs.
“Sabrina, do you like boats?” he asked. The question surprised me.
“Boats? I suppose. I’ve never been on one. I don’t know. What kind of boats are you talking about?”
Smiling, he replied, “Average boats, I suppose. I was wondering if you would want to go down to the marina with me today. I am planning on throwing a small party on my boat tomorrow afternoon and need to get it ready.”
“Yeah, I’d love to go. I had no idea you own a boat. And am I invited to the party?”
“Yes, of course you’re invited,” he said laughing. “In the hopes you would want to go, I sent Gabrielle up to lay out some appropriate clothes for you to wear to the marina. You’ll find them on your bed.”
I hurried upstairs, excited about going with Jonathan and seeing his boat. Gabrielle had laid out some very cute, white shorts as well as a blue and white striped shirt and some cork wedge-heeled sandals. No bra or panties were on the bed, so I would be going commando. Once dressed, I looked very nautical. I hurried back downstairs to Jonathan.
It turned out Gabrielle was going on this outing also. When I returned to the kitchen, she was there with Jonathan, who was gathering his wallet and keys. She was wearing shoes for the first time I could recall; black, flat ballet-type shoes. She and I had not talked to one another since the morning after Jonathan made her whip me. Somehow, we both understood it was best that Jonathan did not know we could communicate, so we did not speak in front of him. I felt we were forming a bond of sorts, despite not talking while he was around.
The three of us piled into Jonathan’s Mercedes and headed to the marina. After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived and followed Jonathan out onto one of the docks and made our way past several boats in slips. The marina was a quiet place, with little activity. I did see a couple of people on some of the boats, but the place was almost deserted. As we walked along the dock, I noticed several signs. Most were warnings; ‘No Fishing,’ No Swimming,’ ‘Caution — Electrical Wires.’ But I also saw signs that read ‘No Nude Sunbathing or Nudity’ and began to wonder if boat people had a habit of going naked.
Jonathan finally stopped at a nice, big boat and announced we had arrived. The boat was backed into the slip, as were all the other boats, so the first thing I noticed was cursive writing on the back of the boat which read, ‘Justine’s Escape.’ Jonathan opened a short door on one side and welcomed Gabrielle and I in…or is it on?
The entire rear area of the boat was open, though much of it was covered by the floor (deck?) above. There were long, padded bench seats built into the two sides of the area and there was a small sink and a very small refrigerator at the end on one side. At the far end, well into the shaded area, was a sliding glass door. Jonathan led us through the glass door into what looked like a family room and informed me this was the salon. A small kitchen was at the far end of the salon, and at the end of the kitchen (or galley as he referred to it) there was a small set of steps leading down. He showed Gabrielle and I the downstairs, which contained two bedrooms and a bathroom. Jonathan used nautical terms such as ‘stateroom’ and ‘head’ when pointing these out. Across from the head, there was a small bunk built into the wall.
As Jonathan led me into the larger of the two staterooms, he explained that would be ours any time we spent the night on the boat. While it was small compared to rooms in his house, it was very nice, with a queen-sized bed, a nightstand on each side of the bed and a small closet. The bed was elevated, which I learned was to provide for storage underneath. There was even a flat-panel TV mounted on the wall across from the bed. I had to admit, as I looked around the room, I was looking forward to having sex with Jonathan there, even if it was vanilla and boring.
Taking us back to the galley, Jonathan spoke to Gabrielle. I suppose it was some instruction about food preparation because she began looking through the cabinets and pantry and refrigerator as if she were taking stock. Jonathan showed me the rest of the boat, including the upper deck, which had a large open area and, at the front, a steering wheel and lots of controls. Then he led me back down and walked me around the edge of the boat to the front, where there was a very large, open space bordered by small railings at the edges of the boat. The entire floor area here was fitted with cushions covered in vinyl. He explained this was the main deck where people could recline and relax.
“This is where we could sunbathe?” I asked.
“Yes, of course,” he happily replied.
“But not nude, I suppose,” I mentioned. “I saw a few signs about that.”
Jonathan laughed. “Oh yes. I’m afraid those are there because of us. The marina felt it necessary to crack down on us. Apparently, there were some complaints in the past. But now we are careful to keep clothes and swimsuits on in the marina.”
Just as Jonathan finished giving me the tour, two men pushing carts came down the dock and stopped at our boat. Jonathan and I helped them move boxes from the carts onto the boat and into the galley, where Gabrielle was working. Once all the boxes were loaded onto the boat, the delivery men left and Jonathan, Gabrielle and I went about unpacking the boxes. There was a lot of food as well as drinks in bottles and cans. We all sorted through the groceries and put them away in the refrigerator, the freezer and the cabinets.
Jonathan grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and asked me to join him out on the ‘fantail,’ which is what I learned he called the area where we first walked onto the boat. We sat next to one another on the seats that ran along the right side of the fantail as he poured us each a glass of wine.
“This boat is beautiful. I’m very impressed,” I told him.
“Thank you. I’ve really enjoyed her. I’ve hosted parties here, spent weekends here. It’s a great place to come and relax.”
Curious about the name of the boat, I asked, “Who is or was Justine? An old girlfriend?”
“No. No,” he replied with a grin. “Justine was a literary character. I liked the name, and since boats are traditionally female, I named my boat after her.”
I was dying to ask him how much he paid for the boat, but instead I asked how long he had had it. He informed me he bought it after he shut down his internet company three and a half years ago. Jonathan, so he told me, had always wanted a boat and when he had enough money to make his dream come true, decided to buy the biggest boat he could find that did not require a crew.
“I’m learning a lot about you today. I didn’t know you had a boat or an internet company. I thought you made your money selling your photographs.”
“Photography has been my hobby for years and years. I love it. And I do sell some of my work online. In fact, one my best sellers is a print of you. But the other business was really what built wealth and helped me live comfortably.”
I was secretly proud to hear a photo of me was a big seller. We chatted some more and eventually Gabrielle opened the sliding door and said something to Jonathan. Apparently, she had gotten as far as she could with the food preparation for the next day. So, Jonathan suggested that the three of us stop for lunch on the way back to the house.
Once we were back at the house, Jonathan went to his office, saying he had to confirm with all his party guests and double-check some arrangements. Gabrielle went about her business doing household chores and I got myself a glass of wine and went out to the pool and looked at social media to see what my friends had been up to, guessing none of them were spending time on luxurious boats. That evening Jonathan and I had dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed. All in all, it was a pleasant day and I still had a party to look forward to.
The next morning, Jonathan and I had breakfast together and I was excited about the party. He was already dressed, similarly to the day before, in shorts and a golf shirt. I was in a T-shirt once again and wondered what he would want me to wear to the party. I peppered him with questions about when we would leave and what time the party would start and who was coming. He enjoyed my enthusiasm.
“Sabrina, this will be a special event. It’s a way to introduce you to some of my friends and let them know about us,” he explained. “I had Gabrielle lay out an appropriate outfit for you. Go ahead and get dressed if you like.”
I quickly headed up to my bedroom. I found a hot, pink bikini; a big, floppy hat; a black cover-up and the same wedge-heeled shoes from the day before. The bikini was not one that I had brought with me to the house; it was new, but it was great. When I put it on, it fit me perfectly. The triangle bottom tied at the sides showed off the right amount of my butt cheeks. It was very brief in the front yet covered my vagina. The top held my breasts, but just barely. I put on the shoes and looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw, and I felt pretty and sexy.
After I put on the cover-up, I grabbed the hat and returned to the kitchen. Jonathan asked to see the bikini, so I gladly opened the cover-up and modeled for him. He approved. I hoped to make an equally good impression on his friends.
“How did you get me a bikini that fits? I usually have a hard time with triangle tops because my boobs are large. How did you know what size to buy?” I asked him.
“That was easy,” he replied. “I still have your modeling card with your measurements on it. I imagine I was not the only photographer who noticed 36 DD among your stats.”
Jonathan called for Gabrielle and the three of us gathered our things to leave. I noticed Jonathan had a very large, long canvas bag with a carry strap. It made some clinking sounds as he hoisted it up to his shoulder. We headed to the garage, but today Jonathan directed us to his SUV instead of his sedan. He loaded the bag into the back and we all piled in and got on our way.
When we reached the boat, Jonathan dropped the bag in the end of the salon and Gabrielle went into the kitchen. It was a beautiful day, sunny skies and warm temperatures. There was a gentle breeze blowing.
“Gabrielle is going to start getting the food ready. I suppose you and I can have a drink while we wait for guests to arrive,” he mentioned.
“Do you want me to help Gabrielle?” I asked him.
“No. She’s got things covered in there. Stay with me and I can introduce you to people as they show up. They should start trickling in any time now. I told them we should get underway by noon.”
Jonathan reached into the mini refrigerator and got out a beer for himself and offered to pour me a glass from the bottle of wine that had been chilling in there. We sat on the left side of the boat, so we could look up the dock and see guests as they arrive.
“Tell me about your friends who will be here. I’m excited to meet them.”
“Well, they are like anyone’s group of friends, I suppose. Some have good jobs, some have jobs they hate. Some are interesting and some are boring. Some are more likeable than others. And they come in all shapes and sizes,” he explained.
“OK, I’m dying to know, how many of them are women? And do you have any histories with any of them?”
Laughing, Jonathan answered, “Yes, there will be women here. And if by ‘history’, do you mean did I date any of them? The answer is no.”
Just then, Jonathan spied a couple coming down the dock. “Here come our first guests,” he said as he stood up.
I joined him and we moved toward the rear of the boat and the small door, which was swung open. As the couple approached, I could see the man was wearing shorts and a golf shirt. She was wearing a bikini top and a wrap skirt and high heels. She had blonde hair and a nice body. They both appeared to be in their mid-thirties; mature, yet young enough to still be fit and attractive.
As they reached the back of the boat, the man said, “Permission to come aboard, Captain?”
Jonathan laughed. “Come aboard.”
They stepped through the short, open door.
“Paul and Denise, this is Sabrina,” Jonathan said, waving his hand toward me.
Both Paul and Denise said hello as they looked me over. I confess I was looking them over as well, especially Denise. She was very pretty and in addition to her bikini top, wrap and shoes, I noticed she wore a gold ankle bracelet around her left ankle. The chain was larger than most I had seen women wear on their ankles and it was connected by a flat piece of gold. I had never seen one quite like it.
Extending her hand to me, Denise smiled and said, “Hello, Sabrina. It’s nice to meet you.”
Paul echoed her sentiment but did not offer to shake hands. Jonathan welcomed them aboard and offered to get them a drink from the kitchen. While Paul specified what they would each prefer to drink, Denise kicked off her shoes and asked if it was alright to set them in the corner. That made me realize I would be more comfortable without my own wedge heels, so I took them off and put them in the corner near Denise’s. Jonathan returned with their drinks and as he handed Denise her drink, Paul suggested she go ahead and ditch her wrap, pointing out that a bikini was a perfectly appropriate outfit for a boat.
With her wrap now removed, Denise walked back over to lay it with her shoes, and we all got a good look at her butt since she was wearing a thong. She had an absolutely gorgeous ass; it was round and tight and there no hint of cellulite. The only defect in her backside was a few scars running across it; perhaps, I guessed, from an accident of some sort in the past.
When Denise turned around, she looked at me and said, “C’mon, Sabrina. Why not take off your cover-up?”
I looked at Jonathan and he nodded, indicating it was fine to take it off. I put it over with my shoes as Denise had done.
“Very nice,” Denise commented approvingly. “You’re really pretty and you have a great body.”
At this point, Jonathan and Paul had begun talking among themselves. Denise suggested she and I chat, so we sat down on one of the long benches at the right side of the boat. Like many introductory conversations, she asked me where I was from and what I did and how I met Jonathan. When I told her I had modeled for Jonathan several times, she indicated that made sense and supposed he had I had clicked during sessions.
I found Denise warm and friendly. As we continued to talk, I learned she had been with Paul for over four years now and they had known Jonathan for nearly four years. They had both been on Jonathan’s boat before and liked going out on it with him.
“How well do you know Jonathan?” I asked her.
She thought for a second. “Fairly well, I suppose. I was already with Paul when he and Jonathan kinda got this group started.”
Sensing we were building rapport, I said, “I’m dying to find out about the girl or girls he was with before me. Can you?”—
She cut me off. “You mean other companions?”
I thought that was a strange way of putting it. I would have thought she would have said, ‘girlfriends.’
“Well, I was just”—
She interrupted again. “I’ll tell you what. Today is your party. I can tell you much more after today. If you want, why don’t we have lunch in a few days?”
“I’d like that,” I admitted. I was anxious to get all the background information on Jonathan I could.
Just then, we heard more people approaching the boat; a man and two women. He was walking slightly ahead of them and calling out to Jonathan and Paul. The two women were not talking at all, but merely looking around as they stepped aboard the boat.
Looking at me and lowering her voice, Denise said, “That’s Edward. I call him Eddie because he’s such a small man. He’s not very well liked by most of the group. But Jonathan and he go back a long time, so everyone tolerates him. Avoid him as much as you can.”
As she was speaking to me, I watched ‘Eddie’ and the two women with him. While Eddie talked to Paul and Jonathan, the two women looked down toward the floor. Eddie was dressed similarly to the other men, but the two women looked out of place. They were wearing what looked like ponchos; shapeless dirty rags that were draped over their shoulders with their heads sticking out of holes in the fabric. Neither was wearing any kind of shoes. I heard him refer to the women as “Janice” and “Sherry” during a brief exchange with Paul and Jonathan. He soon led them into the galley.
As the three passed by Denise and me, I noticed Denise stared at Eddie and he gave her a look as if he did not want to talk to her. I also noticed Janice and Sherry were very attractive despite them not looking up at us. Janice was a brunette and Sherry had light brown hair, but neither had their hair styled nicely. Their ponchos were open at the sides and so I could see they were both naked underneath and that allowed me to observe Janice was thin while Sherry was more full-figured and had large breasts. Aside from the ponchos, the only other item either seemed to be wearing was a dark, heavy-looking chain around Janice’s neck. The chain did not have a lot of slack in it and was connected to a flat piece of dark metal that hung off of it in the front.
I leaned toward Denise, whispering, “Guess I’ll go say hello to Janice and Sherry. Even though Eddie seems unfriendly, the girls are guests.”
“No. They will get into trouble if they talk to you.”
“What?”
“I can fill you in later and at lunch. Just be patient.”
I nodded to acknowledge what she said but was very confused. Eddie came back out of the galley and walked over to join Jonathan and Paul without speaking to us.
Several other guests arrived in a short space of time and Denise helped introduce me to them all. Rick and Paula, who I learned were married; Theodore and Julie; Phillip and Iris and Robbie and Samantha all joined us on the boat. I found myself looking more at the women than the men as I met the others. I’m not sure if this was because I tend to compare myself to other women or if I was afraid Jonathan would compare me to them.
Paula was the oldest of the women, perhaps in her mid-forties. She was still very pretty, but she was carrying a little extra weight in her middle, as people tend to do as they age. If I had to guess, and I did, I would think her measurements would be 36-28-36. Julie looked as if she was in her twenties. She was also very pretty and had a beautiful smile and dirty blonde hair. Samantha, like most of the others appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She was quiet, but very beautiful and was by far the most attractive of all the females. She had olive dark skin and dark hair, but very pale blue eyes. All of these women had been wearing wraps or cover-ups when they arrived, but quickly ditched them, preferring to mingle in their bikinis. I noticed all these women wore jewelry on their left ankles that perfectly matched what Denise wore.
I was not introduced to Iris. Phillip led her directly into the galley when they arrived, just as Eddie had done with Janice and Sherry. She was wearing a cover-up, which l assumed concealed a bathing suit, but she kept it on. She was also wearing a heavy, dark chain around her neck just like the one Janice was wearing.
Jonathan asked for everyone’s attention and announced that we could soon get underway. He let us all know we would be proceeding out of the harbor and northward to a small, private cove. The trip would take about an hour. Then he lifted one of the seats along the left side of the boat and showed everyone life jackets were stored there, assuring us we would not need them, but wanting us to be aware of them because, “all good captains make their passengers aware of life-saving equipment on board.”
Jonathan then started up the ladder, while two of the men moved to positions in the front and rear of the boat where lines fastened it to the dock. Paula suggested we girls take our drinks and go relax on the deck up front while we made our way out of the marina. We all carefully climbed around the enclosed area of the boat and made our way to the front, where Denise and Paula wound up positioning themselves on either side of me as we reclined on the cushions.
I could hear the engines start up and felt vibrations through the boat, as if it were coming to life. Jonathan yelled down to the two men stationed at the ropes and Theodore, who was manning the rope up front with us — and obviously enjoying the sight of us in our bikinis — untied the line and brought it in. We then started moving very slowly away from the dock and Theodore went back around the galley and salon to rejoin the men.
“So, Sabrina, you’re the reason Jonathan brought us all here today?” Paula said to me.
“I guess so?” I stammered.
All the women there on the deck laughed.
Looking over me toward Paula, Denise said, “Of course she is. She’s very sweet and Jonathan must be very impressed with her. I know I am even though we just met.”
That was nice of her to say. Denise, Paula and the other girls chit-chatted for a bit. Paula, who seemed to be the cynosure of the group, and Denise did most of the talking. At one point, Denise, who was seated to my right, bent her left leg up, bringing her knee toward her chest. When she did so, I got a good look at the jewelry on her left ankle. The plate connecting the two ends of the gold chain was engraved with the name ‘Richard.’
I was not an active participant in the conversations. The others clearly knew each other well and talked about people and things familiar to them and unfamiliar to me. But I was content to lounge in the sun and sip wine while I listened to them. As they talked and I lounged, I watched as we slowly left the marina and made our way through the harbor.
A short time later, I heard a bell ring three times. I looked up and realized Jonathan had rung a shiny brass bell hanging up where he was steering the boat. It looked as if the rest of the men had gathered there with him. The sound of the bell caused a pause in the conversations and the others on the deck with me also looked up.
Jonathan leaned over the railing and looked down at us. “The bell means we are officially clear of the marina and harbor and are out in open waters,” he said happily in a loud voice.
The announcement brought a cheer from the men up there with him as well as a cheer from the women one the deck with me.
“You know that that mean, girls!” Paula announced as she put down her wine glass, stood up, and undid her bikini top.
I admit I was surprised when she removed her top and dropped it to the deck. I was even more surprised when the others began doing the same, giggling and cheering as they did so. Suddenly all were topless. Paula then removed her bikini bottom and, as if taking a cue from her, the others all did the same. Now all the women around me were completely naked.
Paula sat back down next to me. Looking over at me, she asked, “Well, Sabrina? What’s the matter?”
Shocked, I answered, “You want me to take off my bikini? Here? Now?”
That got a small laugh from some of the women.
Denise placed her hand on my shoulder and leaned toward me. “Yes. It’s customary that we strip down. The boys like it. We all do it. Go ahead. I’m sure Jonathan would want you to.”
What could I do? Being under that amount of peer pressure, I slowly removed my bikini as well. A couple of the girls voiced polite encouragement.
“That’s the way!” Paula said. “I’m surprised you were hesitant. I heard you’re a nude model.”
“Yeah. I’m used to modeling, but this feels different,” I replied cautiously.
The conversations resumed as if nothing had changed. Like before, I listened as I had no input to offer. After a few more minutes, Rick poked his head out from behind us. Standing on the narrow walkway at the side of the boat, he let us know Jonathan said refreshments were ready in the galley and we were all welcome to help ourselves.
With that, the women began getting up and making their way back down the walkway, still nude. Denise politely urged me to join them, so I did. As we made our way, I looked up and could see Jonathan was still steering the ship, but there was no sign of the other men.
Denise and I were the last to reach the galley. When we entered, I could see all the guests were milling around the table in the center, choosing from the available snacks. Each of the girls that had been out on the deck with me, was once again paired up with the man she had arrived with. However, they were naked and the men were still dressed. They all acted very casual, as if this was a normal occurrence.
Looking around, I did see Janice, Sherry and Iris were by themselves. They were all kneeling together off to one side where the salon morphed into the galley. They were no longer wearing their ponchos and cover-up and all three were completely nude. They had their hands behind their backs and their heads bowed toward the floor. Eddie and Phillip were not with them but were helping themselves to snacks with the others.
I approached the table where Denise was and tapped her shoulder to get her attention. When she looked at me, I gently pulled her aside and asked if I should get Janice, Sherry and Iris something to eat.
“Oh no. Don’t do that. You could get them in big trouble. Besides, they’re fine.”
The look on my face must have conveyed my confusion. Denise added, “Patience. We’ll have lunch and talk.”
As I looked back over at the three girls kneeling, I noticed both Janice and Sherry had red marks on their bodies, both front and back. I also noticed Sherry had a red tattoo on her left leg, just above her ankle. It was a series of three three-digit numbers, separated by dashes. Altogether it was a surreal sight; three naked girls kneeling by themselves, clothed men and nude women socializing and snacking and Gabrielle, serving up drinks and snacks as if all this was quite normal.
I took my wine and walked back through the salon and onto the fantail, where I sat by myself. A few minutes later, Denise joined me.
“You OK?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m just really confused.”
“That’s perfectly normal. You’re still new. After today and our lunch, you’ll understand much better.”
That did not comfort me much, but only added more questions the ones I was already silently asking myself. Just then, I heard the engines slow and I could feel the boat slowing as well. I heard a splash from up front and then felt the boat stop completely. Just after this, Jonathan came down the ladder.
Seeing Denise and I sitting there and, seeming unsurprised by our nudity, he asked, “Is everyone else inside?”
“Yes. The food is great, as usual,” Denise answered.
Jonathan smiled and thanked her. He headed inside, announcing to us he would get a drink and be right back. When he returned, the rest of the crowd followed him. He invited them all to take a seat, which they did, except for Janice, Sherry and Iris. They were led out by Eddie and Phillip, who silently instructed them to kneel together near the door to the salon.
“We have reached our destination and have anchored,” Jonathan began. “Thank you all for coming today. It’s a very important day for me because I wanted to introduce you all to someone I met and have come to care for, Sabrina.”
At that, everyone clapped politely and looked at me. Denise patted me on the shoulder. Though they all seemed friendly and supportive, I was intimidated because I was very aware I was still sitting naked among a group of strangers.
Jonathan looked at me and continued, “Sabrina, I wanted everyone here because I wanted them to witness us making our relationship official if you will agree. Sabrina, will you be my companion?”
Again, everyone applauded, Denise loudest of all. I was confused again. I thought I was already a companion of sorts to Jonathan; I was living with him. But given the atmosphere and encouragement, I said, “yes.”
There was more applause. Jonathan approached me, extended his hand, and invited me to stand up. When I did, he pulled me in close and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “I was hoping you would say yes,” he whispered to me.
He motioned for me to sit back down.
“Everyone, I couldn’t be happier. As is customary, we will now have Sabrina’s ‘Coming In’ ceremony,” Jonathan announced gladly.
I watched as he went over to one of the empty seats on the other side of the boat and flipped it up. There was a compartment beneath, and he reached into it and began drawing out various implements including a whip, a wooden paddle, a leather strap with a plastic handle, and a thin wooden stick, laying all of them on the seat next to the compartment. I now began to wonder what I had agreed to and feared it was not good.
Jonathan, came over to me and said, “Sabrina, since you agreed to be my companion, making our relationship official, my brothers and I will officially welcome you in.”
Jonathan reached out and gently grasped my right wrist and removed my wine glass, handing it to Denise. He then gently pulled me up and, once I was standing, turned me around so I was facing the seat. He then guided me into kneeling in the seat and placed my right hand on the top of the seat back. Denise reached over and took my left hand in hers. I am not sure, but I may have started shaking at this point.
“Since Sabrina wants to be my companion, I will go first,” Jonathan said with some bravado.
I did not look back but looked straight ahead. The crowd was silent and I did not hear any sounds other than the ocean. I sensed that Jonathan had walked across the fantail to where he had laid the instruments and sensed that he then walked back.
“Alright, Sabrina. We’ll begin,” he said calmly.
I braced myself. Denise must have felt me tense up because she squeezed my hand a little harder. Just then I heard a swish and then heard a sharp snapping sound. An instant later, I felt searing pain on my butt. I heard some of the onlookers gasp quietly and some moan in approval; a couple even snickered.
By the swishing and snapping sounds and the sting, I could tell he was using the single, leather whip. I heard the sounds and felt the sting again. I could feel my eyes tear up. Jonathan repeated the strikes three more times in rapid succession and then there was a pause.
“You’re doing so good,” Denise whispered to me as she squeezed my hand.
Tears were now trickling down my face. I anticipated Jonathan would continue to whip me, but to my surprise he sat down next to me. When I turned to him, he wiped my tears with this finger.
“Welcome in,” he said.
The group applauded quietly.
I turned and looked around. The rest of the guests were seated or standing around, watching me with great interest. Theodore was standing behind Julie with his arms wrapped around her while she casually sipped her wine. He was groping her tits with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other.
I now sensed motion behind me, so I looked back. Eddie was standing over at the instruments, selecting one. He picked up the paddle and slapped it against his hand as he moved toward me. I turned around and waited in terror. He did not say anything before striking me. The only thing I heard was the paddle swishing through the air and then heard a slapping sound and then felt indescribable pain on my ass cheeks. I let out an involuntary yell.
Denise, who was still holding my hand, patted my forearm with her other hand. Eddie continued striking me and it seemed like he was not holding back. With each strike, I yelped and could feel more tears streaking down my face.
After the fifth stroke, I heard him say, “Welcome in, Sabrina.”
The guests applauded again. I did not bother to look around at them anymore. After Eddie, Robbie used the stick to cane me, which also hurt tremendously. After hitting me five times, he stopped and welcomed me in. Rick, Phillip, Theodore and Paul all followed suit. All of them used different instruments, except for Phillip and Paul, who used the whip like Jonathan had. Each welcomed me as they finished inflicting pain.
Once Paul had finished, Jonathan stood up and said, “My friends, Sabrina is now officially my companion and officially one of us.”
Everyone applauded and cheered. I was sobbing and tears were rolling down my cheeks. Denise helped me stand up and once I did, I received hugs from all the other women, except for the three who were still kneeling. As each hugged me, she said, “Welcome in.” I preferred their welcomes to those of the men.
After the hugs, Jonathan approached me and pulled a gold chain with a gold flat plate from his pocket; it was exactly like the one many of the women were wearing, however, the ends were not clasped together. He showed me the flat portion and I could see ‘Jonathan’ engraved on it. He got down on one knee and gently raised my left foot onto his other knee, wrapped the chain around my ankle, and looked up at me.
“You get to wear this now,” he said, smiling.
Then he pulled some sort of pliers from his pocket and used them to attach the loose end of the chain to the open end of the plate. Once he had secured the connection, he tugged on it to be sure it would not pop open. Evidently, this new jewelry was not meant to come off.
Denise took me by the hand and led me back to our spot on the bench.
“Here, why don’t you lay down and let me take care of you,” she said in a reassuring manner.
She helped me lay down on my stomach and then headed off to the salon or galley. I raised up on my elbows and looked back at my ass. It was a mess of red welts, a couple of bloody streaks and two big spots that were already turning purple. Seeing this made me hurt more, so I simply lowered my head and laid down. I was trying to stop crying and my nose was running. The others were milling around talking and laughing, the women still nude.
Denise soon returned with a tissue for my nose and a jar, which she explained contained was coco butter. She knelt next to me and began to gently rub it on my ass. Her hands and coco butter felt good and she made sure to coat my cheeks with plenty of the salve and carefully massaged me. It was a very pleasant sensation after what I had been through. But at one point, Denise made me feel a bit uncomfortable when she slid two of her fingers down into and along my butt crack. No one had struck me there; all the damage was on my buns. But she ran her fingers down along my crack and stopped at my ass hole and pressed on it firmly. I did not react to that as I was not sure what she was up to.
As Denise continued to massage me, Jonathan asked for everyone’s attention. “Everyone, this is a special day. Not only is it Sabrina’s Coming In Party, but Phillip has a big announcement. Phillip?”
-end Part 1
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