As I dove into the water all I could think of was how cold it was. The water really couldn't have been much warmer than fifty degrees. Jorge my savior hit the water right behind me. He surfaced and pointing a direction began swimming. I've always been a strong swimmer and I followed him. I wasn't sure how he knew where to go. It was so dark out I couldn't make sense of any direction. But Jorge new right where to go. Of course, and I had to grin, that was what made him my savior. I had a little time to reflect as I made that long swim to shore.
I'd been on the cruise ship Royale. Taking a Mediterranean cruise had been my dream for quite some time. Last year my parents had told me that if I kept a 4.0 grade average for my senior year in high school we would all go on that trip when I graduated. I worked very hard to get and keep that average so I could make that trip. The cruise had been going wonderfully until tonight. I'd been wakened from my bed by some loud grinding noise. I'd laid there for a minute and heard it again. I got up to see what was going on and Jorge found me. He told me the ship was sinking and I was just about the last passenger on board. We ran to the side of the ship, and diving into the water began swimming. I was kind of surprised that I hadn't seen anyone else in the water but it was really dark out.
We swam for 20 minutes to half an hour or so when I felt sand under my feet and we walked up on this little island. Jorge helped me out of the water. As we got out of the water I noticed Jorge had shed his uniform right down to his swimming trunks, at least he still had his fanny pack. My little footed pajamas had not faired nearly so well. They were pretty shredded and torn.
Jorge helped me to sit down and then went into the trees. He returned shortly with several armloads of wood. Setting this down he pulled a tin of matches from his pack and soon had us a fire going. The heat was absolutely delicious. I curled up as close as I could to the fire. Jorge came around to try and warm me up. He could see I was cold.
"Hey Linda?" Jorge said trying to get my attention.
"Yes?" I replied
"We really need to get you out of those wet clothes. There not really enough left of them for any practical purpose and right now they are just keeping you cold and wet." Jorge told me this with a real look of discomfort on his face. It was obvious he was as uncomfortable saying this as I was hearing it.
Now here was the rub. I've had a boyfriend or two, but the only man to ever see me fully was my dad. Of course that had been recently. My last spanking was just a few weeks ago. Dad says until I'm married and disciplining me is my husbands job, it falls on him to keep me inline. So I wasn't real excited about stripping in front of this steward who worked on the ship but I wasn't really fond of catching a cold either.
"Okay Jorge, turn around." I'm not quite sure why I didn't want him to see me strip. Must be an issue I have.
But Jorge turned around and I pulled off what was left of my pajama's. I told Jorge he could turn around again. I was kind of hunched over so that even though I was naked he couldn't really see much. I still heard an intake of breath from him as he turned around. I know why. Dad always said I was a 'looker', I'm pretty tall, I stand 5'10" tall and weigh about 150. I do a lot of cheer leading and that tends to keep me in shape. Dad makes me jog 5 miles a day too. So I sat there feeling suitably humiliated as Jorge wrapped his arms around me and tried to warm me up. I fell asleep at some point.
The next morning I woke up in Jorge's arms. It was interesting waking up in a mans arms. I kind of liked it, I felt safe. I realized I was still naked but I didn't see my clothing. Jorge the poor dear was still sound asleep as I set out to look over the surrounding area. I didn't look to far. Who knows what might b out there.
When I got back Jorge was awake and very upset. I was informed that I wasn't to go wandering off willy nilly. I was his responsibility and he was going to see that I stayed safe. I gave him a lot of yes sir's and hung my head as I realized he was right. I didn't really know anything about living on an island and I could get myself in trouble. It also didn't help any that I was naked before a man. The only time I'd been naked before my father was when I was being punished. I was thinking if this was dad he'd just turn me over his knee and tan me right there, when Jorge said it.
"If you were mine Linda I'd spank you right now!"
I thought this would be a great way to keep him from being upset all day. Now Jorge is only a couple of months older than me. But he always seemed a lot older. Jorge is about my height but whereas I'm blonde and blue eyed, Jorge is dark and his Spanish ancestry really shows. He's also pretty well muscled.
"Um Jorge, as you said I am your responsibility. If you think I need to be punished then you should punish me." I said this while I was looking at his feet. But I could see him kind of stiffen as I told him this.
"Anyway I see fit Linda?" Jorge asked.
