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I was browsing my homepage this morning and saw a prompt about a pirate kidnapping a princess and it brought this memory to mind and a little tingle between my legs.

When I was a teen my grandparents’ house had a back porch with wooden railings that, as a child, I would imagine to be a ship. Their big back yard was divided into two with thick, tall bushes separating the back part from the front with just a narrow opening with a steel frame where they had hung a swing when us grandchildren were young. Unless you were directly behind that gateway, in the bottom section you could not be seen from the upper part or from the house.

At the very bottom in one corner my grandpa had built a small shed where he stored his lawnmower and other gardening tools. In the other corner he had a greenhouse where he had grown flowers and vegetables off season. When I was a teenager I would still play that I was on a ship but my games developed into me being captured from it by pirates and locked in the shed.

One, summer when I was home from school, I was over at their house. MY grandpa had passed away a couple of years previously and my grandma was busy doing something in the house. I was sitting out on the porch reading a book and remembered my childhood games. I wondered about the rough pirates kidnapping me and dragging me to the shed and I walked down there. It was beginning to show signs of neglect and the greenhouse was even worse with a few broken windows. I stepped into the shed, closed the door and looked around. It was just the same as it had been years ago. The bundle of garden canes was still leaning against the wall next to the lawnmower.

My fantasy had now become very sexual. The pirates forced me to strip naked. I pulled my sundress over my head and hung it over the lawnmower handle. It had a rouched elasticated top so my little boobs didn’t need a bra. I stood there in just my panties and sandals feeling a familiar itch between my legs. They made me take my panties off and then they forced me to run all the way across the grass to the greenhouse and back again to the shed. I ran into the shed, panting from having sprinted as fast as I could and slammed the door shut feeling a rush of exhilaration from being so daring and so slutty. As I leaned against the door catching my breath my eyes settled on the bundle of canes. I picked up one of them and swished it through that air, imagining it was the pirate captain doing it, hearing the sound it made. I tapped it against the palm of my hand feeling a tiny sting. Then I did it a little harder, harder again and then one more time. Ouch! that hurt. I wondered about how it would feel if someone were to use it on my bare bottom like in some of the erotic stories I had read. Thinking about it made my vagina release its thick juices and my clit was throbbing. I reached down and rubbed myself, sighing in pleasure.

I let the fantasy take over. The pirates made me lie over that pile of scratchy sacks, naked with my bottom in the air and my virgin pussy with its little tuft of hair exposed between my open legs. I imagined them spanking me with the cane as I reached both hands under me and furiously rubbed myself thinking about how the sting would be unbearable and how I would scream, not just from the pain but also from the humiliation of them staring and laughing at me as their penises stiffened for watching me. I felt the rough material scratching my body and my nipples. It didn’t long to reach a enormous orgasm and I had to press my mouth into my shoulder to muffle the screams When I finally finished I lay there a little while my breath slowly subsiding. my mind filled with the exhilaration and the shame for what I had just done. When I stood up my nipples were red and sore and my tummy, my tits and my thighs were bright red from rubbing against the rough sackcloth. I itched for the rest of the day and my nipples were still a little painful the next morning as a reminder of what I had done in the place that had been my wonderful grandpa’s sanctuary for so many years.

My grandma passed away a couple of years ago and the big house was sold a long time ago. I wonder though if the current owners of the house would let me visit some time. Maybe I would bring my husband to play the role of the pirate captain.

NSFW: yes

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