"Wahhhaa..ohooo...no more..no more ahiehh.." the little girl was crying like a baby and she could just kick and cry, as everything else was useless. "Ahhiehh..s..s..sooorrryyy pa..paaaa ahiehh!" she uttered

Jack thought about it and reached into his coat pocket. "I see." he got a magnificent hairbrush out and raised it. ...W H A C K....W H A C K....

"Do yeh understand *SMACK* why I'm spankin' *SMACK* yeh, Sandy?" He asked sternly.

Will howled, wriggling and squirming over Jack's lap, tears beginning to leak out of the corners of his eyes, "Ah! No, wait, Jack, please- OW! Jack, I-I'll tell you!"

Sandy sobbed and bawled. "wahhaa! N..no playin' with ye w..weapons ahiehh i'm sowwy sowwy!"

"First I make sure you won't tell lies again. WHaCk WHACK WHaCk.
He let the brush turn Will's backside strawberry red

Barbossa gave her a few extra smacks for good measure, before butting down the hair brush and gathering his little girl in his arms. "All right. Shh, all's forgiven."

"No! N-never, I'll never lie again!" Will howled.

Sandy curled right into his arms and bawled and cried and calmed down after a while. "Wahiehh. I'm so..sorry papa. I'll be goood. I..I still love you." She may have been mischievous but she loved her daddy from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't promise things ye can't keep." Jack stopped and put the brush aside. "Now now. You tell me really happened. Then you're forgiven, iif you invite me for a drink."

Barbossa sighed and sunk back into the chair, "I love you too, yeh silly girl," he murmured, running his old, gnarled hand up and down her back.

Will sniffed, turning round to give Jack a forlorn, miserable look. "I-I... you remember when you said under no circumstances I was to practise sword fighting near your rum?" He asked tentatively.

Sandy calmed down and her tears dried quickly, even her bottom cooled a bit down. She enjoyed after spanking cuddles a lot and liked to spent time with her father. "Can I go..n play now again?" she asked and looked up.

"And that´s what ye did...*sigh* I guess ye got what ye deserved, mate. But next time I won´t be so generous, savvy?"

Barbossa looked at her for a moment, before nodding and smiling, "Aye, off you go. But Sandy," he vioce took on a threatening tone,"nowhere near my guns."

"I didn't deserve this!" Will squeaked, his voice high with indignation, "a--and I don't think you were very generous this time!"

"Uhh noo noo papa i go n play with Ragetti." She had a thing for him and she liked to play and get his eye and tease him a bit, but she knew she shouldn't because the eye was her father's pieces of eight. As her bottom still stung, she played cards with Ragetti, sitting on a big cushion of course.

"Believe me. Or do ye like to get a taste of the belt? Or even the cat o nine tails? It's a pirate punishment. So what do ya think!?" Every naughty pirate got a taste of the cat for very bad deeds. Even little Sandy had her own, a small one of course. The last time she had gotten hers had been as she had been running away on Tortuga.

Ragetti looked up at the small girl and smiled, "Ye've been in trouble, haven't yeh?" He asked, placing down a card.

Will clung to Jack's ankle and let out a whimper, "... Maybe you have been," he mumbled reluctantly.