Spike and I have recently been planning a trip to a place called the Correction Centre, where you can hire a dungeon for an hour, with full use of play equipment, etc...

We'd been discussing ideas for music, dress-ups, etc... in the email prior to this.


Dear Sir,

After sending the email last night, one thing that I’d mentioned obviously got stuck in my head. I woke up this morning with a whole back story to a possible role play in my mind, so I thought I’d put it down on paper.

Regardless of whether or not we end up using it, it was fun to write :)

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"Where do you think you’re going with those bottles, missy?!" growled the distillery owner.

Startled, the buxom blonde nearly dropped the half dozen or so bottles of whisky she was cradling in her arms.

"I…I…" she glanced quickly at the door, obviously keen to make a run for it, but the owner was upon her too quickly and before long, the bottles were back on the shelf and he had a firm grasp on her arm, making her wince.
 
"I’m sorry Sir, it won’t happen again, promise. Can I please go? The boys are expecting me back on the ship!" Ever the optimist, she batted her eyelids and pushed out her ample cleavage in the hope of softening the expression on the owner, but his gaze was intense and showing no sign of relenting.

"Damn right it won’t happen again, you little tart! I’m marching you down to the local police station – they’ll sort you out!"

"But, Sir," she wailed, as he dragged her out into the street. "My ship…they leave tomorrow!"

He took a moment to look her up and down.

"Then I hope not all their whores get themselves arrested this evening, or it will be a bloody long trip for ‘your boys’, won’t it?!" he replied, smugly.
 
"You dirty bugger!" She struggled to get loose, but Daniel, who used to be a sailor himself, was strong and had no qualms about bruising a deserving wretch of a woman like the one who’d been trying to make off with bottles of his livelihood.

Finally they got to the station and he all but hurled her up to the desk, attended by the local sergeant, a regular recipient of some of Daniel’s finest produce and also a good friend.

"I found this trying to make off with 6 bottles of whisky just before I locked up for the night," the disgruntled owner stated, skipping the pleasantries.

"Is that so?" replied the sergeant, as he examined the dishevelled wench, who was rubbing her arm furiously and pouting up a storm. "What’s your name, Missy?"

"Molly." She mumbled, before the volume jumped up again. "My ship leaves tomorrow, Sir. Won’t you just let me go? I won’t come back, I swear!"

A small harbour town, it had more than its share of pirates and other shady sea types and the police were often stretched thin trying to keep order, leaving the town jail hopelessly overcrowded. Whether or not the sergeant believed her claim to not return, he knew that he’d have a very unhappy citizen – and friend – on his hands if no action was taken on the matter and she was free to return to her ship. That said, throwing her into a cell that was already jam packed was creating unnecessary extra work for all concerned.

"Tomorrow, eh?" said the sergeant. "Then I have an idea."
 
He got up from the desk and took a pair of handcuffs out of his drawer before walking around and placing them around the girl’s dainty wrists. She wanted to protest, but was smart enough to stay quiet while she listened to his proposal.

"Molly, you are a thief at best, and I dare suggest a lot worse than that," he mused, giving her the same look that Daniel had earlier, "and you really SHOULD go to jail. But I’m willing to offer you an alternative."
 
"As the wronged party, Daniel will take you down the road to the correction centre, where he can dole out punishment solely at his discretion, behind closed doors, no questions asked, for one hour. After that, once he says you can leave and releases you from your handcuffs, you will be free to return to your ship." He paused, letting it all sink in.

"Should you resist and make a fuss, or if your behaviour is otherwise unsatisfactory to him, he will march you straight back here afterwards and we’ll lock you up, making certain that your friends sail without you."  

"Do you understand?"
 
She stared at the floor, weighing up her options.

"Do you understand, girl?!" he barked at her.

"Y-yes, Sir."

He looked at Daniel, who nodded knowingly, a smile hiding behind his otherwise steely gaze. The sergeant handed the keys to her handcuffs to his friend and said quietly, "You can return these tomorrow."

"Alright then, off you go."

With that, the would-be prisoner was dismissed.

She yelped as her newly appointed captor grabbed her arm in exactly the same place with renewed vigour. "Come on, wench," he snarled.

Onlookers grinned as the pretty whisky thief was paraded down the street towards the local correction centre.

"You heard what the sergeant said. You’d better be on your best behaviour, or you won’t be going anywhere tomorrow."

She sighed pitifully.

"Did you hear what I said?" His anger started to rise again.

"Yes!" she replied, a little exasperated.

The sound of his large hand making contact with her backside was so loud it startled the nearby horses, though not a fraction as much as it did the girl herself.

"Owwww! You bastard!" she squealed, frantically trying to free her hands to rub the sting.
 
They stared at each other for a moment as a wave of panic set in for Molly. As the terrifying reality of her predicament finally dawned on her, she changed tack. Fast.

"I’m sorry, Sir." She said, meekly.
 
"Then I shall ask you again." He stated quietly. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, Sir."

Surprising her with a moment of tenderness, laced with something she just couldn't quite discern (though she soon would), he ran the back of his fingers down her flushed cheek.

"So now we’re getting somewhere."

They continued their walk in silence and in a few moments they arrived at the centre.

Daniel rang the bell, as Molly shifted uncomfortably on the spot.

Almost immediately the door opened...

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Let me know what you think of it. If it doesn't suit, I could just write another installment for it and make it a story for the archives :)

I hope your weekend is going well. Hopefully I’ll speak to you tomorrow.

Respectfully,
Dru xx