Trade

Between Captains
By
Susan Waterflower Bell
A trade with Minty Girl

The haul of the Sea Goddess rocked gently in the calm darken sea’s. Upon the foredeck of the ship a young women stood leaning over the ships railing. The women stood around average height, she has been blessed by the goddess above with long flowing golden blonde hair and round dime size sapphire blue eyes.

“You know you should not lean so close to the railing my dear, one small slip of the foot and you will go falling down in the drink ye little lass.” Called a voice from behind her. The voice clearly belonged to a male. One could tell by the way the words where formed in the mouth and the pitch of the tone of voice.

Quickly the young women turned upon her heels. And with a hard eye she glared toward the man. Though a deep ruby red blush that colored her high cheekbones reveled a hint of puppy love between the two of them.

“Good afternoon.” She said feeling a little smile play across her face. Quickly her eyes drunk in the sight that lay before her. For there standing upon the rocking deck stood prince of a man. For you see he was tall like the princes in story books. He was blessed long locks of raven black hair.

He was also tall and slim, his long arms had turned a bronze color under the constant blaze of the sun and his body was lean and muscular due the harsh labor of a sailors life.  His garments of choice too suggest a life at sea for tight brown leather trousers with a piece of good hemp rope used as a belt covered his waist and long flowing cotton shirt with the tail tucked covered his upper chest.

“Good afternoon to you too Lady Mint. Or should Captain Mint.” He said a well refined tone of voice, something befitting a noble and a prince . There was also a well defined charm to his volume too a soft gently airy quality.

Minty cheeks flushed a deep bright red as her ears drank in the sweet tone of his voice. His word woke something deep inside of her and made her maiden heart burn with a passion that mere words could not express. Suddenly finding herself backed into a corner she fell back to her last line of defense her sharp tongue to fight off his charming manner.

“Its Captain Mint if by chance you have forgotten already. Or maybe the sun has fried your brains or what little is left of them.” She quickly said in a cheeky tone of voice.

The man took a step back and smiled a little as he folded his sun tanned arms across her chest and offered the cocky young women a foxy little grin.  Slowly he lifted his arm up and with a soft touch he started to stroke his hairless chin.

“Well,  Captain Mint. I think you and I need to have a little talking too in my private quarters.” He said still sporting that foxy little grin upon his face. Slowly he lowered his arm and in a very courtly manner he held out his hand to her. “Now if you will please take my hand.” He added on in a soft tone of voice.

Mint took a deep breath and with a blush that would put a bride to shame she gently eased her hand into his open one. Part of her wanted to melt into the ground or have the ocean open up and swallow her whole. But part of her wanted to be around him, to feel his loving yet stern touch. To be held by him or at the very least enjoy is company.


And so they made there way, slowly leaving the fresh air of the upper deck behind them as they descended into the lower area’s of the ship. The quality of the air seemed to decrease as well with each step they took  though after a good ten minutes of making there way through the maze of inner locking rooms they came to the captain’s quarters.

Like a true gentleman the captain held the door open for her once they reached it and once inside a small little smirk crossed her face as she took in the decorations of the room. A oval rug of Turkish design lay upon wooden floor. Sitting upon the rug was a small coffee table. The table was flanked by two coaches’  both of them in Victorian fashion.

From the center beam of the room there hung a four door lantern that would provided ample light to the room once the first hint of evening fell upon the ocean and only source of light wound candles and lanterns. Far from being out of place the lantern added a bit of seagoing flare to the mixture’s of décor’s found within the room.

“Well know Minty.” Said strong prince of a sea captain as he gently pushed the door of the chamber closed.  Once the heavy oak door had closed all the way and the dark brown brass lock put in its place to keep away any preying eyes and unwanted guest the fellow turned his sights toward Minty and slowly he made his way toward her.

Minty felt a small smile forming upon her face as her round sapphire blue eyes took notice in all of eye candy the captain’s body provided. And quickly like a school girl skipping toward the cutest boy in class she skipped toward him her sea books kicking up a little dust in the process. And then in a blink eye a eye she threw her slender arms around her slender suntanned neck and pulled herself close to him.

“Its been far to long since one of are cuddling hours.” She said placing her sun warmed cheeks upon his muscular clean shaven chest.  A foxy smile now took the place of the sweet angelic one as she felt his strong arms being wrapped around her back and the sudden gentle notion of being pulled into his presents.

“Yes, Yes it has indeed I’m afraid. So how about we make up for it. I’ll have the newbie take my watch, a few extra golden coins at the end of the month will make up for the extra time he has to put in.” He said in soothing tone of voice that was reserved for her. And with that being said he gently started to move her toward armless Victorian style chair he had brought when they had ported in Dover.

Minty felt her heart jump into her throat when she heard his soothing voice reach her ears. Slowly she felt herself being pulled toward the chair that held a special place in her heart. It had been her that had tugged wildly at his shirtsleeve, begging him with her all her skill and cuteness she could muster when she caught sight of the chair across the crowed bazaar.

“Yes that is your chair.” He said sitting down and quickly sinking into its cushion seat. Quickly then he reached up and gently pulled her into his lap. Once he felt the soft Egyptians cotton of her dress touch the rough leather of his sea trousers he pulled his long arms around his waist and nuzzled into her shoulder.

A soft blush colored her face as she felt his loving touch rushing over her like a river rushing over rocks and polished stones.  She felt so lovely sitting there upon his lap, being wrapped tightly in his strong arms and just being the center of all of his attention.

“Are you having fun there little Mint.” He said reaching up and gently running his finger tips through her long flowing blond locks of hair, it was a trick he had learned not to long ago for you see this lass enjoyed having her hair played with and well a girl was also thrice as cute when she was blushing.

“YES!” She said losing the command of her vocal cords as she felt the surges of pleasure rushing through her body the origins of such surges could credited to gentle fingers running through her hair now.


The captain could not help but smirk a little as the loud outcry echoed throughout the wide space of his living quarters.  And just because the mood was right and such an action had earned the loud cry he once more ran his hands through her long flowing locks of hair, while softy whispering naughty things into her ear. There privacy was secure because of the strict rules enforced among the crew, eavesdropping was frowned upon and dealt with harshly and a peeking tom could expect the same treatment as well.

A deep blush quickly colored Minty face as the salt sexual words reached her tender not so virgin ears. Slowly a light giggle escaped her lips and because it suited the current role she had taken she open her hand and gave the captain a quick and gentle slap upon the cheeks.

“Oh how naught of you! To whisper such things into a ladies ear!” She cried in tone of voice that suited a skilled actress in one of the upper class playhouses in London or Boston and possibly in New Orleans though there was doubt in captains mind that any skill Creole beauty could compare to his Minty.

The slap had shocked the captain and slowly a little smirk formed upon his face, so this was the game she wanted to play with ay? Well then if she wanted to play this kind of game he would be more than happy to show her that he too could play the same game. And with that being said he quickly picked the sassy girl up from his lap and sat her down upon the floor.

“Speak of the devil ye lass! Your scolding me for doing a little flirting with you and there you go slapping me across the cheeks with the open palm of your hand. I say you be two timing by the light of the father above!” He said keeping his tone even yet adding a little bite to his lector slash scolding.

Then without speaking another word he placed her down over his lap. Then in a blink of a eye the helm of her dress was lifted exposing her broad sail like pantaloons, quickly his skilled hand found the silken knot that held them in place and with nimble fingers of a sailor he untied the not and brought down the garments thus exposing her round cream color bottom to the cool cabin air.

Without another word being exchanged between the two of them the captains flatten hand was lifted into the air and with the quickness of a storm that strikes at sunrise it fell down upon her bottom, flatting for a second the round bounce ball cheeks in the process before delivering a shockwave of sting!

Minty blinked as she felt the sudden surge of sting flooding through her bottom! Quickly her little legs started to kick a little as she protested the rough treatment being shown to her by her former cuddlier.

The captain soon fell into a steady rhythm, ever other second that ticked by it seemed the might hand of the captain would come crashing down upon the soft springy bottom, sending a second does of sting through the cute wiggling bottom that graced the lower end of Minty.

Minty could only cutely wiggle her bottom as the seasoned hand of the captain came raining down upon her bottom, leaving behind a glowing red hand print with each and ever skilled hammer blow that landed upon it. Though it seemed the wayward girl did not mind a bit as small pink clouds of pleasure where filling her head. If the dazed expression that graced her face was not enjoy to show she was enjoying it the pale sparking