From everything he knew about Nami, Arlo had expected the girl to try to rob him and run, which is why he was prepared.
He had decided to give her a chance to be honest, only because it seemed more entertaining. But since she had tried to rob him, he was within his rights to punish her.
He could see the girl watching him with a certain fear, clearly worried about what he might do. It was a natural reaction, knowing she had to face someone much stronger. Still, she took a battle stance.
Arlo watched the subtle movement of Nami's feet. He smirked, that provoking smirk she was already beginning to hate.
"Are you really going to try?" he asked, twirling the iron staff in his fingers as if it were a toy. It was Nami's weapon, but she had left it on the boat, ready for her escape.
Calmly, Arlo jumped back onto the main ship, staring at his opponent with arrogance.
"Here," absolutely certain of his victory, Arlo tossed the weapon back to its owner.
Nami caught it in mid-air, her expression twisting in anger at the humiliation.
"Don't underestimate me. I don't usually lose," Nami replied, narrowing her eyes.
Before she even finished her sentence, she lunged. Fast as a flash, she struck through the air with the staff, aiming for Arlo's ribs. The impact was dry... *Clang!* The metallic sound echoed as he blocked it with his forearm.
"Nice try," he murmured, pushing her back with a simple, firm motion.
Nami retreated, breathing deeply, her eyes scanning the deck. It was clear she wouldn't win with strength, but speed and cunning were her allies.
The girl feinted a lunge to the left, spun her staff, and in a quick leap, jumped over Arlo, trying to get back to the small boat and maybe escape.
For a moment, the wind seemed to blow in her favor. She thought she had made it before feeling a hand grab her ankle.
In a brusque pull, Arlo slammed her back onto the deck, the wooden planks cracking under the force and making Nami spit blood. Before she could react, he knelt on her back and pinned her wrists, his grip firm but without unnecessary violence.
"You should know I'm not that easy to fool, little thief."
"Let me go!" she snarled, trying to writhe free.
With a quick knot, he tied her hands to the deck with a thick rope. Nami's staff rolled a few meters away, stopping beside a barrel.
Now bound, Nami's body was stretched taut. She couldn't avoid arching her back as she struggled against the ropes, the position accentuating the curve of her spine and the shape of her sexy ass.
She had changed clothes earlier because the red dress was uncomfortable. The thin shirt she wore, damp with sea spray and sweat, clung to her form, the fabric doing little to hide the peaks of her nipples.
Her short shorts were ridden up from the struggle, hugging her hips tightly.
"For your misbehavior, you must be punished," Arlo commented with a perverted smile. He placed a hand on her hips, holding her still.
With his other hand, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and the panties beneath them, and in one swift, demeaning motion, he pulled them down to her knees, revealing her bare, hot skin and the intimate cleft between her legs.
His fingers went down to the girl's pussy, almost making her cum easily. Nami tried to resist, but she could not keep her moan to herself.
However, Arlo didn't plan to let her cum so easily. So he gave her ass a light massage, before giving the fat and sexy ass a strong slap, leaving a handprint on that perfect bubble butt.
"Don't you dare…" she choked out, her voice strangled.
Arlo ignored her, his smirk unwavering. He admired the view for a moment, the perfect, helpless arch of her back, the smooth skin of her rear now fully on display.
Then his hand came down again on the sensual ass, the strong sound of the slap resonating through the cold night.
However, Nami felt something worse than pain. Her womb grew warmer, and her legs shook lightly.
"Did you, perhaps, like it?" Arlo asked, massaging her perfect butt again, a soft tease before the spank would come again.
"Of course not, I don't enjoy it at all!" she complained.
Instead of answering, Arlo's hand came down on her ass with another sharp crack, forcing a low moan from her lips.
The girl immediately blushed, the flush heating her skin, but as the fourth slap landed, another helpless sound escaped. She tried to stifle it, to cling to some shred of composure, but her body was betraying her, warming with each stinging impact.
It was absurd. She couldn't believe her own reaction, but her body, for some twisted reason, was loving this punishment.
Was she a masochist?
The answer came as Arlo's hand descended once more. A louder moan ripped through her throat, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. Unconsciously, her body took over, back arching to present herself to him, her posture a silent plea for the next blow.
And Arlo delivered it perfectly.
The rhythm was relentless, each slap a spark igniting the kindling deep within her. The sharp, painful sting was now throbbing.
The humiliation of it, of being so exposed, so vocal, so utterly submissive, should have shamed her. Instead, it made her extremely horny, her climax getting closer.
"Fuck!" she moaned loudly as another hard slap came down.
"You really are a horny slut," Arlo commented, slapping her even harder.
A broken cry was torn from her as she came, her body convulsing against him, waves of shameful ecstasy washing over her.
In that moment of climax, the last barrier shattered. She didn't just endure the humiliation; she actually loved it.
And Arlo left her panting, her pussy dripping with desire, after such a humiliating orgasm.