What am I really doing here?" Kathy asked herself as she lay awake. David was asleep alongside her. She'd been on the boat for five days now and it was becoming increasingly irksome to be confined to the same small space although he'd promised they would go ashore in the morning and spend a day or two with his mother. "What am I really doing here? Why did daddy give me to him? I'm certainly not being tutored in my schoolwork stuff. He made me get my books out this morning but didn't bother overmuch when I left them and went to watch those creatures he brings up from the sand. Weird things. Quite amusing really. Why hasn't daddy phoned me? Doesn't he care? I suppose it's not too bad here, but it's not like I'm free to come and go as I please. I suppose I've changed a bit too. The fucking's nice and he seems to care for me and tries to make sure I come as well as he does. Odd sensation to be fucked by a boy who looks over your head when he does it. He's weird though. The way he just reels off the names of those things; the way he just reads a book and knows it all. He must have a bigger brain inside that big head of his. Don't know whether I want to spend the whole summer on this boat. He knows I like it when we're 'under way', for fuck's sake I'm even using his terms. I like the feeling of being in control especially yesterday when the wind was quite strong and that squall came and the waves kept shooting all over us. That was fun. But he controls me too. I have to obey his rules, like wearing the lifejacket and the way we have to give way to some craft and not others. He doesn't really demand sex now and I guess I want it as much as he does but I would like to get away for a bit. Not much chance from here though. Wonder if this tag thing on my ankle is real or a pretend thing. Probably real, he's into all that sort of technology. Perhaps I'll get a chance to slip away when we stay at his mother's. Wonder what she'll be like? A genius like him An old bitch?…" Eventually she drifted into a disturbed to sleep.

Grace Miles, David's mother may not have been a genius but she was sharp and perceptive. A tall woman too. At 5' 11" she looked down on most women and many men but she gave Kathy a warm hug and welcomed her in when David introduced her. "Hi, mum, this is my new girlfriend. She's staying on the boat with me for the summer. Kathy this is Grace, Grace Kathy."

"Call me Gracie, everyone does," the older woman smiled. "I can see you've been in the fresh air. Your cheeks have that nice rosy look to them."

Kathy smiled to herself and wondered if David had told his mother about her other cheeks being made rosy but she just greeted the woman formally.

"I didn't know he had a girlfriend until he phoned this morning and it came as a bit of a shock but I hope you get on well together. Make yourself at home. Dinner's in the oven and will be ready in half an hour. I know David, he times it so he spends all day on that boat and gets here just before the meal is ready. We'll have to gossip afterwards." As it worked out, Janice, one of Gracie's friends called round that evening so they didn't get much chance to gossip and David took her to the local pub. She had a couple glasses of wine while he stuck with orange juice even though they'd walked to the pub.

For the second night running Kathy couldn't sleep. Gracie insisted on her having her own room. "What you do together on the boat is your business but in my house you'll sleep in separate rooms and maybe you'll even enjoy having a bit of space to yourself after the cramped conditions on the Beryl May," she'd told her firmly. Thinking that perhaps it would be nice to have a bed to herself for once, Kathy didn't protest. She'd slept for a while and now dawn was just breaking and her thoughts were again questioning why she was with David and more prominently in her mind, could she escape? Did she want too? "Perhaps it would be a good idea to test this ankle thing. If I walk out and hide somewhere locally, if they find me I can just say I went for a walk. I won't get far anyway. I've no money and I'd have to walk the two miles to Brightwell to get to the main road and get a lift. Then where would I go? I daren't go home, daddy would send me back or the two J's would bring me." She dressed quickly and carried her shoes as she quietly went down the stairs.

"Trying to escape?" Gracie's quiet voice startled her. The woman emerged from the kitchen carrying a mug of coffee. Kathy broke down and sobbed. "Come into my office and I'll get you a coffee and you can tell me all about it. I had a feeling something was wrong yesterday but with Janice coming round like that, I didn't get a chance to talk to you." Eventually she wormed the whole story out of her. At the end of it, Gracie commented, "Kathy I think what your father has done to you is appalling even if he had the soundest of reasons. I suspect you only told me part of what you got up to before he sent you away so perhaps he had more reasons than I know about. However, whatever you had done, there was no reason for him to give you to David for sex in the guise of tutoring you. I'm pretty sure though, that David likes you but I'm not so sure yet if it is for the right reasons. I wasn't able to talk with him much yesterday either. Let's actually go for that walk you were planning and perhaps we can come up with a plan like I would for one of my novels." Kathy had already noticed a couple of paperbacks on the desk with Gracie Miles on the covers.



Kathy sat on the veranda of the block of holiday homes that overlooked the sea at Long Stanton. It was hers until the weekend. Five days to herself if Gracie's idea to disable the anklet actually worked, if not the two J's or David would be here soon. The plan seemed to have gone well. Grace gave her an old video and suggested she bind the magnetic tape over the top of the anklet in the hope that it would nullify the signal. She then drove her to Brightwell station and bought her a return ticket to Long Stanton, gave her 100 to spend and passed her the key to Janice's holiday home. Janice wouldn't need it until the weekend.

"They'll definitely have missed me by now. The train journey with the change of trains took two hours and it was an hour ago I arrived. Wonder what they're up to."



"You seen Kathy mum?" David asked when he came down for breakfast a bit later than usual.

"No," his mother lied, "Perhaps she went for a stroll while I was getting a paper."

David logged on to his laptop. "There's no signal! She can't have taken it off! It's either that or she's underground somewhere."

"Taken what off dear," Gracie asked innocently.

"The tag…" David started.

"You used one of your high tech devices to keep your girlfriend. David I can't believe you did that. How could you? I supposed you drugged her or something and got her on the boat and then she was your prisoner."

"Not quite mother. I have to find her. She's got no money and no transport. I've got to find her. She could get into serious trouble again." He ran to his car and drove to Brightwell expecting she might have tried to walk there. Not seeing her on the road, he went to the quay in case she had tried to get to the Beryl May but the rubber dinghy was still where he'd left it and the store with the outboard was locked. He phoned his mother to see if she'd returned and when she hadn't he'd an unwelcome feeling that she had escaped. He couldn't figure out how but there was no other alternative. "I guess if I was in her place I would have walked to Brightwell and then hitched a lift on the main road. Dangerous for a young female but I guess she wouldn't mind opening her legs for a few truckers. Is she that desperate to get away from me? I thought we were beginning to get on. Damn mother for making us sleep in separate rooms. I'll have to phone her father now. He won't be pleased. Maybe the two J's can pick up a signal from where they are."

Throughout the day he drove around the local roads in the hope she'd been out walking and got lost but that didn't explain why he didn't get a signal. "She can't have taken the anklet off not without help from someone who has specialist equipment," he reasoned, "Perhaps she managed to hit it and break something in it. Not likely as it is all solid stated circuitry and she would break her ankle before she broke it."

Graham McPherson was not pleased, not pleased at all. Neither he nor the security men had been informed of her shore visit and had thought she was imprisoned on the boat. The two J's couldn't get a signal either so she could be anywhere in the country or even at a police station complaining of her father's treatment. Still if she had done that, he'd probably had a visit from them by now.

Towards the end of the afternoon, David returned from another abortive search of the local area and was frantic with worry. So much so that his mother almost told him the truth but she decided to let him stew for a while longer and to give Kathy the time she promised to try and sort things out in her mind. She knew her son was at least a little guilty of holding the girl against her will, but it seemed that in the end she hadn't resented it over much and even enjoyed her trips out on the boat. The real culprit was her father. Maybe he did do it for the best motives but he was the one who arranged it all. He was the one who paid for the security people. She picked up the phone, "Mr. McPherson's secretary please." When the girl answered, Grace said, "This is Mrs. Miles, David Miles' mother. Please tell Mr. McPherson to stay in his office until I get there in about half an hour. I wish to talk with him about his daughter." She hung up before the girl could reply.

Thirty-five minutes later she walked into his office and locked the door behind her. "Is the intercom turned off?" she asked, "Your secretary doesn't need to hear what I am about to say." He nodded. "Good. Kathy is safe but out of harms way for the moment. I had a long and frank talk with Kathy yesterday and managed to worm out of her all that had happened in the past few weeks. She told me about her sexual excesses and her refusal to do her schoolwork so that is no secret from me. She admitted she did it partly to annoy you and partly to gain some attention. Attention she never had at home. Graham, instead of giving her that attention yourself, you decided to sell her to my son, not for money but for sex. You made her his prisoner and told him to use her as he wished and to punish her in any way he wanted. In return he was to educate her in order to pass some exams later in the year. The motive behind the idea might seem to be reasonable but the methods you employed are despicable."

"You don't understand Mrs. Miles…"

"It's Gracie. I'm not standing on ceremony with you. I'll use your first name and you can use mine."

"I'm calling security."

"Not if you wish this kept out of the papers. Can't you see the splash headlines, 'Stockbroker boss sells his daughter for slavery'. You know how they exaggerate things. Now stop interrupting and listen. Fortunately my son seems to have restrained himself over the punishment side of things. Your daughter has only had a couple of spankings and she seems to have found some enjoyment on the boat and has probably learned more than she has at school in the last few months although little of it would help pass those exams you deem to be so precious. As I see it, you wanted her punished in the old fashioned way for something I see the root cause of as being your fault. Had you given her a little more of your time in the past, this situation might never have come about."

"I had to make enough money to keep…"

"I told you not to interrupt!" Gracie snapped. "I can guess at your feeble excuses. If you wish to see your daughter again and perhaps get to know her as a real father. You will do exactly as I say. You wanted Kathy to be punished 'in the old fashioned way' now you are to be punished in that way while she listens to it happening. She is safely out of the way for the moment."

"You want to spank me? You're joking."

"No, I'm very serious. The punishment would be worse than a spanking. I would take your belt to your bare bottom."

"You must be joking!"

"I told you, I'm not. The choice is up to you. You can stay here and do nothing and not see your daughter again. She hates what you did to her so even if you do take the belt, she may not decide to speak to you again. In a few months when she is eighteen, I understand she gets some sort of legacy so won't be beholding to you for money and I am prepared to support her until then. The second choice is to throw me out and then it all goes to the press. I would be reluctant to take that step as well because of my son's involvement but he need's to be taught a lesson too. Thirdly, and again the choice is yours, you will pack up here and come back to my house and when I can get Kathy on the phone, I will tie you down to the bed and lay into your bum with your own belt. You choose. I'll wait five minutes in the outer office while you make up your mind Graham."

He tried to argue but Gracie unlocked the door and from the open doorway reiterated her ultimatum, "Five minutes and I'll be back. If you lock the door, I will take it that the second choice applies." The secretary looked up in askance when she heard the words. "I'm to go back in, in five minutes unless he asks for me earlier. I shouldn't bother him for the moment Tracy, because he has a big decision to make."

Tracy buzzed him anyway and was angrily told to stop all calls and to leave him alone. Four minutes later, Graham came out of his office. "Let's go Gracie. I'm not available to anyone and the mobile's turned off," he added to the surprised Tracy.



Kathy returned from the local pub where she'd had a meal and a couple of glasses of wine. She'd thought of trying to pick up one or two of the men at the bar but her mind was full of what had happened and the decisions she had to make about what she wanted to do. Besides how would she explain the videotape around her ankle. "I daren't remove it otherwise they will be on to me in no time. It obviously works otherwise they would be here already. I miss him though." Sitting on the bed, she felt very alone and half regretted not picking up the men even with the risk of them finding the tape but the other half of her wanted 'that long streak of piss'. He was the first person for a long while that tried to help her. Had let her be herself, even if it was for shortish periods of time. She tried to order things in her mind. "I didn't like the spanks; I did like his cock; I hated being ordered around; I did like taking control of the boat; I didn't like being told to do schoolwork even though I didn’t do it; I did like being cuddled…" The phone rang. "Only Gracie and Janice know I'm here unless others have found out."

"Good evening," Kathy growled, trying to hide her voice.

"It's okay Kathy, it's Gracie. Now don't get worried when I tell you I have your father here. He has no idea where you are and I'm not about to tell him. Say hello to Kathy, Graham." Kathy was surprised to hear her use her father’s first name.

"Hello Kathy," he groaned into the phone, "Sorry I can't talk properly, the bitch has me tied up."

"Not only is he tied up on my bed Kathy, he is naked and his bum is going to get nicely warm in a few moments." She went on to explain the offer she'd made to Graham and what was about to happen. "I've sent David to the pub and told him not to return until I call his mobile. He's been a total wreck all day. He's looked everywhere for you and is completely at a loss. I told him an hour ago that you were safe. I'm going to give him a similar treatment when he gets back, unless you wish to do it. Yes, I think perhaps it would be better if you did, that's if you decide to come back. You don't have to make up your mind now."

"I think perhaps I would like to have him helpless for a little while and give him a sore bum," Kathy laughed. "Are you really going to belt daddy?"

"Just you listen. I'm putting the phone on the bedside table."

"Swish SLAAPP!" "Aaarhh! Christ woman not so bloody hard."

"Swish SLAAPP!" "Aaarhh! Oh my God. No more!" Twelve strokes later and he was a sobbing, crying wreck. No longer was he the boss of a corporation; Gracie had reduced him to a howling child.

"Hi Kathy. You hear that okay. I've belted him fourteen times now."

"Bloody hell, it sounded as if you were murdering him. Good job your cottage is detached."

"Do you think he's had enough Kathy? He's lying on the bed wetting my sheets with his tears. His bottom is blotched with most of the colours of a rainbow and it's a bit swollen. I'll give him a few more if you wish. Perhaps I'll get him to say a few words to you. Here Graham, talk to your daughter."

"Kathy, please tell her to stop. I'll get you released. I won't make you take the exams if you don't wish to. I'll try and be a better father to you. I'll…"

"Stop whining daddy. Ask Gracie to talk to me." Gracie took the phone. "Give him a couple more. Make sure he knows I ordered them. For once in my life I am in control of him. Look after him afterwards please. Tell David to sleep on the boat tonight and I'll phone him in the morning with my instructions."

Gracie smiled and the wording, 'with my instructions'. They implied that she was thinking of returning. She turned to Graham, "Kathy says to give you two more specially for her and then I'm to look after you."