Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge. My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a contemporary.
I know that today is technically the last day of the month, but I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for my Z story, The Lucky Zipper.
A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who has done editing duties for several days now and will be finishing the last story with me. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month.  I thank them from the bottom of my heart!
Y is for Yielding on the Yacht
Yosef paced the bridge of his luxury yacht. He must have lost his mind to let his friend and business partner talk him into playing babysitter to a spoiled, young actress who had managed to get herself in hot water with the press and needed a place to lay low for a few weeks.
He’d been looking forward to some much-needed downtime from the yearlong hardcore press he’d been giving his business. While he’d achieved great success, Yosef had never felt as burned out.
He’d flown into Yarbourgh yesterday to meet his docked yacht. The crew had her in tip-top shape for the planned month at sea and Yosef had hoped to set out to sea today. That was before the emergency call from Yuri.
Now instead of a peaceful vacation, he would have to share his private space with some Yahoo, stupid enough to drink and drive and then try to seduce the arresting cop while being video tapped.   The young actress’s stupid antics were now center stage on every tabloid. Because Yuri had invested heavily in the little brat’s next movie, he was desperate to keep her from tanking her entire career before the release date.
The sound of a helicopter in the distance yanked his attention back to the present. He watched as the helicopter landed on the helipad on shore just long enough to eject one Yasmina Young and not one or two, but four pale yellow high-end suitcases.
His crew on shore struggled to load her belongings into the yawl that was tethered on shore. Yosef had half a mind to text them to leave it all behind, but he didn’t want to deal with Ms. Young’s antics if he made her go without.
He finished his breakfast yogurt and moved to the stern to await his guest’s arrival. As the small boat drew closer, Yosef’s pulse quickened as he took in the natural beauty of his uninvited guest. He’d been expecting a glamorous actress, but Yasmina appeared to be like any other young twenty-two year old – that was until she opened her mouth.
Her first words as he assisted her aboard were, “I’m gonna kill Yuri. I wanted to be on a sailing yacht not a motor yacht. And I demanded to have a private yacht and now I hear from the crew that the owner, some guy named Yosef, is going to be onboard cramping my style. Before we take off, I need to use my cell phone so I can call Yuri and straighten all of this mess out.”
The little brat had brushed past him without so much as a ‘by your leave’. Yosef had two choices. He could let the little bitch call Yuri and demand to be moved and with any luck, she’d be out of his hair by lunchtime. Or… he could help his friend get Yasmina Young taken in hand and under control.   The swell of his cock as he admired the pert breasts spilling over the skimpy yellow halter-top his guest was wearing made the final decision for him.
Without a single word, Yosef scooped the now yelping actress over his shoulder and took off for his master cabin.   He shouted back to his crew, “Set sail for the Yucatan as planned.   I’ll be in my cabin introducing our guest to the yacht’s rules.”
The titters of laughter behind him told Yosef his crew approved of his handling of the spoiled little rich girl.
The yapping from the woman over his shoulder told him his guest most definitely did not approve.
“You’re going to regret this, you heathen! I’m going to tell Yuri that you’re abusing me and he’s gonna kick your ass!”
“Ms. Young, I’ve known Yuri for over twenty years and I can assure you, the only ass he wants kicked right now is yours for putting your career and his project in jeopardy.   I’ve decided if I’m going to be stuck babysitting a brat like you, the least I can get in return is the satisfaction of teaching you a lesson or two.”
He had arrived in his cabin, and stopped to lock the door before crossing to his king sized bed and dropping his unwelcome guest from his shoulder into the middle of the pale yellow comforter.   Yet, before she could shimmy away, he leaned over to trap her against the bed, their faces inches apart.
“Now, let’s start over, young lady. My name is Yosef Yves and you are an unwelcome guest aboard my yacht, The Longest Yard. The only reason I have agreed to allow a spoiled, rotten little bitch like you aboard to interrupt my much needed vacation is because Yuri and I have been like brothers since high school.   I am going to lay out the rules of my ship and you are going to follow them without complaint…”
Her eyes had been widening until she could no longer keep her yap shut. “You’re a fucking lunatic!”
Without delay, Yosef rolled her to her tummy and landed ten full-force and fast spanks to her rounded bottom.   His guest yelped with angered surprise, fighting to be free.   When done, he rolled her to her back and calmly resumed his education of Yasmina. He was pleased that her watery blue eyes held a hint of yielding.
“Rule one – no profanity – you are a young lady and will talk and act as such. As you may have noticed, all broken rules will be dealt with over my knee or the end of my bed.   And I assure you, the short spanking you just received will be the only one delivered over your clothing.”
He loved seeing the shocked surprise in Yasmina’s eyes at being taken in hand for the first time in her life.   When she stopped playing the part of a bitch, she really was a lovely young woman and his growing erection as he continued to lay out the rules assured him the rest of his body had noticed as well.
“Rule two – you will be polite and gracious at all times saying please and thank you to those who are assisting you. This includes eating what you are offered, not drinking alcohol in excess and getting plenty of rest by going to bed when you are told.”
Her sly grin annoyed Yosef. “Okay, now I know you’re yanking my chain. I’m not eight years old and I don’t need a daddy.”
“Ms. Young, I’ve been in your presence for less than ten minutes and I can assure you I’ve met many eight year olds who behaved better than you have and I put the blame squarely on your daddy not teaching you these lessons. Lucky for you, I’m available to set you back on track.   I’m not sure your ass is going to be too happy about all of the punishments your mouth is going to get you into, but I assure you, by the time you leave The Longest Yard one month from now, you will be a changed woman.”
“You know what, it’s your funeral. You touch me again and I’m gonna sue you for every penny you’ve got.”
“You just go ahead and try.”
He could see the frustration on her face as for the first time in her life, she had bumped into someone who refused to yield to her tantrums and demands.   There was a stand off as each waited to see who would yield first. Yosef knew he could wait her out forever.
The showdown ended when Yasmina made her choice with a simple, “Fuck you.”
Josef moved quickly to pull her halter over her head, exposing her yummy, firm breasts. He wanted to touch them, but yanked his hand back just in time. His yearning would be fulfilled later.   Her short shorts and thong underwear fell from her youthful body next leaving her naked, flailing to be free.
He took a seat next to his young guest, easily dragging her across his lap so that her head, hands and feet hung towards the floor and her already pink bottom protruded perfectly into the air. She struggled wildly to free herself, yet he easily overpowered her, locking her into place with his leg and pressing on her back to subdue her.
“It didn’t need to be like this, Yasmina. I want you to know you are in control of these punishment sessions. I will lay out the rules and the consequences, a concept I see you are very unfamiliar with, and then you will choose to either behave and yield or break the rules.   If that is your choice, you need to understand that you are also choosing to have your bottom blistered each and every time.   I will be starting with my hand today, but with each escalating disobedient episode, your punishments will be harder and longer with much more painful devices.”
“You’ve lost your mind!”
“No, I’ve made you my summer project.”
“Hey, it’s your funeral.”
“I think that’s my line, Yasmina.”
Yosef had enough with talking. He lit into the yummy cheeks over his knee with an open, hard palm. The sounds of her yipping involuntarily filling his now rock-hard cock for actions he knew would not be in the cards – at least not today. What surprised him more was the aroma of Yasmina’s obvious arousal as he continued to subdue the little brat for probably the first time in her short and spoiled existence.
He knew he was making the desired impression when her yelps grew to all out yowls of pain.   It took several pain-filled minutes for her to stop flailing and accept the punishment being delivered. He knew they had had a break through when Yasmina sobbed her apologies.   “Yowie! I’m so sorry! Please Yosef, I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
Yosef eventually stopped the discipline session, but left his large palm to caress her scorched buns and sit spots.
“You have one yummy ass, Yasmina. I might have a conflict of interest here, because I admit I’m going to enjoy each and every trip you take over my knee.”
Through her tears, his guest mirrored his sentient, “You aren’t so yucky yourself, although I’m sure I’m going to make some mistakes. Will you please cut me some slack?”
Yosef grinned, “Nope. I promised you a naughty-girl spanking for every infraction and I’m a man of my words, Yasmina.”
“Yes, sir,” his guest pouted adorably.
Yosef’s summer vacation was looking up.
*****
Poor Yasmina.  I’m guessing her butt is going to be a bit sore by the time they dock back in Yarbourgh again.    I know today is officially the last day of the month, but I still have one more letter to go so I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for Z=The Lucky Zipper.   I will also have a few posts into July to recap the month’s stories, the word count for each and give everyone a chance to vote on the story they’d most like me to write another chapter for.
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