Shivering in the cool late evening air, Kathy clung to the safety ropes on the rubber dinghy as it bounced and bucked through the slightly choppy water. David steered it deftly and speedily through the moored boats causing them to rock shortly after they passed. "You'd best put on a jacket or warm sweater," David advised before they left but she'd disregarded his advice.

"Sod and bugger the fucking boy, why does he have to be right. Hope it's not far to the boat thing he lives on. God, how did I get myself into this mess? How am I going to get myself out of it? Not much hope of escape unless I learn to drive this thing or we go ashore and I'm not being spied on." On the journey to the quay she sat alongside him in the car, never once speaking but her thoughts were all concentrated on why she was in the mess and how could she get out of it. It was only a half-hour drive and with the two J's following, there was little chance of escape there. They'd helped her into the boat and loaded her suitcases and even waved as they sped away. Knowing her father, they would be watching somewhere.

They turned a bend in the river and, with the wind now more to one side, the spray started to fly over the boat and began to soak Kathy. David slowed the outboard a little, removed his jacket and, without a word, wrapped it around her. Kathy tried not to acknowledge his kindness but found herself giving him a slight nod. It was all the thanks he was likely to get. The light was fading fast as they arrived at the trawler and David quietly brought the dinghy alongside. All Kathy really noticed was the numbers painted on the bow BL143 and the fact that it didn't look all that big. "Sit still for a moment," David ordered. Kathy immediately tried to stand, the boat wobbled and she fell back again. "For once in your life, do as you're told. I've no wish to search for you in the water in this blackness or call out the lifeboat." His voice, though still quiet, was full of menace. Her falling had prevented David from tying the dinghy to the boat and it drifted astern in the strong current. He started the outboard again and motored back. This time he successfully moored the dinghy and transferred Kathy and her stuff to the deck and escorted her below.

"It stinks of bloody fish! You don't expect me to live in this smell do you Streaky?" Kathy complained as soon as she entered the saloon but David took no notice. The fish smell was not strong and he was used to it.

Half an hour later they sat opposite each other in the saloon drinking mugs of chocolate. Kathy glared at him to try and show her fury at her treatment but David just looked at her and wondered if he would really get to fuck her. He'd given her a quick tour of the boat but still she refused to speak to him except simple yes or no answers to straightforward questions. She had to smile at the way he automatically ducked at every door and the main beams that ran across the boat at intervals. It seemed so incongruous that someone as tall as David should wish to live on a pokey little boat with limited headroom.

She'd seen the small cabin with the extra long but none too wide bunk bed. The mattress looked hard and she wondered what it would be like to sleep with him. So far he had not make any sexual move. "I wonder what he will try and do to me tonight? Will he try some of the old-fashioned discipline daddy mentioned? Will he tie me down? Make me recite my times tables? Give me a lecture on Einstein's theory? Will he fuck me? Will he make me walk the plank? I could use a beer or two. Bet he doesn’t even have any on board this tub." Suddenly it all seemed too much for Kathy. Tears sprang to her eyes. "What are you really going to do with me you lanky fucker? How much did daddy pay you to take me off his hands? This tutoring stuff is all a scam isn't it? Are you going to beat me? Throw me overboard out at sea?" Kathy spat the words at him.

"Kathleen," David spoke in his usual quiet way, "Firstly, your father did offer me a lot of money to tutor you. He also showed me the pictures of you at the parties and said I would be able to have sex with you without any problem. I refused the money and refused the job but he can be very persuasive and upped the stakes a few times. I said that if I took money it would be like paying for sex and you'd be a prostitute and he would be a pimp. As you might guess he didn't like that remark, but he went on to say that I would be in full charge of you and your education. As he's already told you, I could use any of the old fashioned methods of correction I wished and there would be no come back from him. When I asked what exactly he meant by the term, he said I could spank you or use a cane or whatever else I thought necessary. Still I refused but I thought it over. I've never considered tutoring as a career and I still don't fancy that but I've helped a few students with their work in the past but they always asked for my help."

"So why am I here with you now on this prison ship?"

"Look at me Kathleen." David stood up under the skylight where there was more headroom. "Where am I going to find a girl that's somewhere near suitable in size? One that has a mind that can think? Or is at least a little intellectual? One that would go out with me voluntarily?" David sat down again and waited but Kathy never answered. "Kathleen, I've never had a girl except in my imagination. Your father offered me you and while you don't fulfil any of the criteria I thought important, at least you are a girl, and a very attractive one at that."

Kathy was a little flattered that he thought he attractive even though he'd never seen her properly made up. "You just wanted me as a sex toy. A girl to fuck! A fucktoy!"

"That's all you were to those boys. The rugby team. Did any of them love you or have anything except animal feelings for you? But no, there is more to it than that. I asked the teachers about you at school and their comments were pretty dismal. Yet I can remember you as being quite a bright little girl in junior school. I decided it would be a challenge to see if I could help to get you through the re-take exams in November. Yes, I do want to fuck you and I guess you'll have to be my tutor in that subject but I also do want to help you with your schoolwork."

"I don't intend to teach you anything fucking thing, nor learn anything either. It will be a huge bloody challenge for you and one you'll fucking fail."

"Then your arse will often be sore."

Kathy looked up in shock, "You wouldn't…not really…" Before she could complete the sentence, David's long arms wrapped themselves around her body and she found herself over his lap. Her kicking, swearing and struggles were of little effect, David was far stronger than he looked and his long arms and legs held her like ropes.

Ignoring her verbal abuse, David minimised her kicking by trapping her legs between his. Kathy knew she was helpless and when he lowered her jeans and knickers, realised he was actually going to hit her. Without pausing he laid heavy spanks on her unprotected arse. After about twenty, her cheeks were well reddened and she was crying pitifully, he let her get up. "Bastard!" she sobbed, "Bloody sadistic bastard!" but he let that go and told her to get undressed and ready for bed. Kathy's mind said to refuse but her bottom thought otherwise. She rightly guessed he might give her another dose. David stood by the door watching as she undressed in the dim light and for the first time in his life saw a girl naked and close to him. She quickly got under the bedclothes and faced the bulkhead furious but also curious to know if his prick was in proportion to the rest of his body.

For a while David was content to hold her spoon-like against his body and run his hands gently over her breasts and to run his fingers through her pubic hair. Slowly her sobbing eased but her mind still seethed with anger, not so much at the pain, more because of the humiliation of having been chastised like a child by a boy only a few months older than she was. Gradually his massaging changed her thoughts. "When is he going to fuck me? I can feel his prick hard against my bum. Feels quite large. I'll just let him do it if he wants but I won't give him any help." After a while David turned her over and cuddled her to his chest, his hard prick tight against her stomach. "I'm not teaching you any fucking thing," she repeated her earlier words but with less venom. "Not after what you did to me." However, it felt strangely nice to be held with her head against his chest.

"Kathleen…"

"Kathy! If I'm to be your whore, at least you can call me by a name I like. Kathleen is for when I'm in trouble."

"Okay Kathy, I can easily agree to that. I just wanted to say, sorry. We seem to have got off to a bad start. Perhaps we can try and do better in the morning. Goodnight, I hope the noises don't keep you awake for too long. I know they are strange at first." He continued to clasp her to him and he too lay awake for a long while.

"Damn the bloody boy. Damn you Streaky. Why didn't you just fuck me? You work me up with all your fondling and then do nothing. Bastard!" She lay awake, at first fuming at what was happening to her and then deriving a little comfort from his closeness. A closeness she tried to ignore.