The alarm went off four hours later. Waking up BabySub, I explained the change of shift. She 'um-hummed' at me, and fell deep asleep once again.

Laughing, I moved downstairs and shook Nick awake. He quietly rolled out of the bunk, careful not to wake yellowrose. I decided to grab a quick shower to wash off the salt from our swim earlier.

I was just finishing washing, and a pair of very gentle hands slid over my eyes. Grinning, I reached back behind me, and recognized the beautiful Bisarah. Again laughing, I turned and planted a kiss on her forehead. We got out of the shower room, toweling each other off. Tired, I begged off anything strenuous; she, of course, agreed. Moving into my cabin, I put my head down on the pillow and was asleep in seconds.

Later, I felt something warm against my backside. Coming out of the sleepy fog, I turned my head and spied Bisarah behind me. Smiling gently, I fell back to sleep.

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At sunrise, I felt Sailing Master begin to proceed gently, the motor barely running so as not to awaken us. I woke bisarah with a deep kiss, and she stirred and turned to sit on the edge of the bunk. I instructed her to wake up Jenny, to start preparing breakfast.

I went on deck, and Nick greeted me with his usual morning joke, "Admiral on deck!" and favored me with a crisp salute. I saluted the Colors, then Nick as officer of the day. We grinned at each other, and I asked him where BabySub was. He pointed up, and I glanced up to the top of the mast: There she was, bound to the top of the mast. And she was asleep.

"She just wouldn't leave me alone! I tried to get some log work done, and repair a jammed winch. But she wouldn't stop. So I tied her to the mast. I also threatened her if she woke anyone; soon she was asleep!"

Laughing, I climbed the rope ladder to get BabySub free, and chased her below-decks. I pulled out the chart, and told Nick to bear towards point "C" on course. Today was going to be a peaceful one for me, as I planned to spend the day fishing. I walked to the stern, and unshipped the diving shelf. Grabbing the fishing chair, and fitted the upright onto the mountings on the shelf, attaching the safety tether. By that point, jenny came up to announce breakfast.

Shortly after, the ladies were about their houskeeping tasks and daily exercises. I went aft, got my rod and tackle and spent my morning contemplating life.

The ladies surprised me with a lovely lunch, prepared by yellowrose. Tender corned beef, sauerkraut, and a mild cheese melted over the beef, on fresh-baked crusty Italian bread. I contributed the 5 fish I had caught to our supper menu; Bisarah was expert at preparing pollock.

Before returning to my fishing, I asked for an update about chores, sanitation, and exercise. All were done except Jenny: she had spent too much time exercising and not enough on her chores. Thus the fishing had to wait: discipline must be taken care of at once.

I took Jenny into the lounge, and bent her over my lap. I had requested all the ladies to observe the discipline.

"Now Jenny, I know you're real interested in exercising. That is commedable, and has you in marvelous shape. It is not acceptable for you to ignore your chores, however. Thus your mates will have to finish your chores for you, losing them some of their free time this afternoon.

"Each will use the paddle to give you two strokes, then they will be released to finish your work. I will complete the fifteen strokes." They did their part, and I did mine. I then bound her over the table, with her behind showing to anybody coming through. The bright crimson result of the spanking had her crying, but I noticed her excitement as well.

I went back up on deck and did some more fishing. Suppertime came, and we dropped the hook in a small atoll with a shaded inlet, battened everything down for the coming storm approaching, and went below.

Shortly, we released Jenny from the table and chased her to the shower to clean up. She returned quickly, and helped serve dinner and clean up afterwards. Pulling out a video none of us had ever seen, and we had popcorn and soda and 3 hours of Hollywood's best.

A long, pleasant time later, the other six went to bed, and I prepared to go out into the rain. I went out to the wheel house, checked the log and reassured myself that they were safe. The satellite picture on the internet showed a storm coming with some lightening, but the winds were to stay below 30 knots. To be safe, I dropped the second anchor and visually checked all the sheets: everything was furled.

After the center of the storm passed, I knew we were safe. Moving downstairs, I bathed quickly and thought about a contest for tomorrow.