by Unknown
Could he possibly know about the discipline?
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing," he said and looked away. "Tell me about the surface." He finally changed the subject.
Ensign Mario Alvarez was Amy's favorite. She was currently dating two other men aboard the ship, but she liked Mario best. He was a communication officer, and never had a reason to visit the surfaces of the worlds that the Carpenter explored. Of the hundred or so men and women aboard the ship, only about half would get any time on any of the planets. Only a few, like Amy, visited all of them. Therefore, Mario was jealous of her position.
She began taking bites of her dinner, interspersed with descriptions of the planet. Most of Hydrus-4 had been an ocean, but the small tropical land masses were lush with vegetation. She described the stark mountains and babbling rivers.
"Any wild beasts?" he asked.
"There were several large carnivores that kept the populations of the smaller herbivores in check. But I didn't see any of those."
"The 'people', what were they like?" He used his fingers to make quote marks in the air to signify that the intelligent beings were not humans, but not wild animals either.
"They were rather small. The tallest I saw was no more than four feet in height. And they rarely stood straight up. I think they have only been walking erect for a few thousand years. They gathered roots and fruits to eat, and some fish. That was the source of my trouble. The child I rescued had been trying to catch a fish."
"They lived in a tribe?"
"No, they were not that well organized. They were more like a herd. They stayed close together, for protection from the carnivores, as they wandered from place to place. They returned to the forest to sleep in nests high in the trees at night," she said.
"What was so wrong about saving the child?"
"My observations had clearly indicated that they used the Darwin process to naturally weed out the weaker elements of their population." Amy had no idea what the word 'Darwin' meant, but it was synonymous with the 'survival of the strongest' means to improve the population's genetics. "The others had allowed the child to drown simply because she was unable to walk on the rocks without falling. In order for the species to survive, and achieve their ultimate potential as the dominant species on the planet, the weaker elements must be removed from the genetic population." She paused for a bite of steak and a sip of fruit juice. "They don't do this consciously. I mean, they didn't decide to abandon the child. It's simply part of their instinctual behavior. Many primitive species act this way. Only with thousands of years of social development do populations lose this trait." She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "By reviving the girl, I have allowed a weak element to survive and possibly breed. Thus, her weak genome will be propagated for a few more generations. This will slow the development of the entire population."
"Surely you can't be serious. One child's life will slow the entire population?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is true. If one traces the genome with a computer model, one can see the significance of it. It's called the Butterfly Effect." Again, Amy had no idea what the word 'butterfly' meant. "That is, one tiny, seemingly insignificant, event can alter the outcome of the simulation dramatically over the course of say… a thousand years."
"But it's just a simulation."
"It is a simulation of how the real universe works. If the child is unable to feed herself, then others will have to expend energy to care for her. Thus slowing the population's potential. If she reproduces, then her weak traits will be passed on to her children. Without a doubt, I have set the development of this species back several generations. There is even some possibility, tiny as it may be, that I am responsible for their ultimate extinction."
"I really don't think you should worry about it. I just don't see how it could possibly be so important." He reached over to hug her; she allowed his warmth to comfort her.
"And then," she continued, speaking softly into his shoulder, "there is the religious aspect."
"Huh?"
"You know, legends and myths—folklore. There are traditions and such that we do every day, and we have no idea of the true origin of these things. Most have their roots in ancient religions or mythology. Now, for the aliens on Hydrus-4, they have seen a mystical being appear and breathe life into a dead child, and then vanish. While they have poor language skills now, they can probably keep this story alive long enough for it to become a basis for a future religion. I may very well have altered their entire future society."
Amy felt Mario's chest heave as he failed to suppress a chuckle. "What? What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry, but I just had a vision of you as a goddess being worshiped by them."
"Oh, please," she groaned.
"You know, I worship you already," he whispered. He hugged her tighter. "While this is all possible, can it really be probable?"
"Oh, I'm not so worried about it. There is a far greater probability that the event will mean absolutely nothing. It's just that I violated the Interplanetary Council's mandate. In my career, I must stay in their good favor. I could be ejected from my doctoral program."
Mario released her and returned to his dinner. "We'll be at Corvus-3 in a week. Will you be leading the team on the surface there?"
"That's the big question. So far, Dr. Wilhelm has not indicated that I have lost his trust." She sighed. "But I imagine that the final word on the matter has yet to be spoken."
The devilish glimmer returned to Mario's eyes. "You know; the old man has an interesting reputation."
Amy's brow knitted. "What do you mean?" she snarled.
"He…" Mario studied his empty plate. "Well, I don't know anything for certain. But I heard that he… spanked his last intern—the one before you."
Amy's fork clattered as she dropped it to her plate. "What—exactly—did you hear?"
"So it is true. He did spank you."
"No," she hissed, "he didn't. But," she paused to ensure that no one was within earshot before continuing in a whisper, "he did say that he would, if I ever did something like this again. Is it true, he really does do it—spank?"
Mario's face burst into a full blown gleam. "Apparently so. If I were you, I'd watch my back." He did his best to suppress another chuckle, but failed. Amy mockingly punched him in the arm.
After their dinner, Mario wanted to go to the club for intoxicating drinks and cheek-to-cheek dancing.
"But I've had such a busy day," she whined.
"Come on, you've not given me much attention this week. I-I miss you terribly."
Like all starships, the Carpenter carried a crew of both men and women; however, the men outnumbered the women three to one. In their infinite wisdom—and the true motive for this was not lost on Amy—the men and women had different shifts. Each person had three eight-hour periods during the day: work, recreation, and sleep. The men were divided among three shifts: A, B, and C, while all of the women were on the D, or day shift. The A-B-C shifts rotated each week so that a different one was aligned with the D-shift schedule. Therefore, Mario, a member of the B-Shift, had his recreation and sleep periods at the same time Amy did during the current week. However, the next week, it would be the men of the C-shift that would be aligned with her schedule. Thus, during the women's recreation periods, the number of men also having their recreation periods matched the number of the women available. Each woman could have three boyfriends, one on each shift, and they would never have any conflicts. Well, almost never; some issues occasionally arose.
To additionally facilitate this distribution of the women, the women each had a private cabin with a bed large enough to sleep two people, while the men slept four to a cabin on narrow bunks. Amy didn't always invite Mario, or her other boyfriends, to sleep with her, but she did so more than once a week. It was additionally no surprise that the fleet commanders insisted that all women be given a time release anti-conception drug when the ship first sailed. The dose was sufficient for 15 months,
to cover the duration of the cruise, with some overlap in case of a delay.
Therefore, there were minimal organized recreational activities aboard. The population was expected to entertain themselves. There was the library for individuals wanting to be alone. Most of the crew members gathered in the movie theater, the club, or the card room to meet or date each other.
Amy surrendered her arm to Mario and he led the way to the club. They sampled the ship's supply of synthetic intoxicating beverages, and joined the others on the dance floor. She was soon in his arms. With her eyes closed, she allowed his body to guide her. Swaying to the rhythm, they melted together.
After three dances, they relaxed with anther drink.
"No, please, as you said earlier, I've had a busy day. I want turn in early," she said when he invited her to dance again. She gave his elbow a teasing squeeze to ensure that he understood that he was invited to 'turn in early' with her.
Chapter Two
Stardate 3527.6.24 – One a.m. – Amy's Cabin
In the early hours of the following morning, Mario followed Amy into her cabin. Once inside, she hugged and kissed him. Mario swept her off her feet. He laid her on her bed and snuggled up close to spoon with her. While not spacious, her bed would accommodate two people. He kissed the back of her neck and his fingers traced from her chin to her breasts. The thin, snug-fitting fabric of her jumpsuit did nothing to constrain her nipples as they rose to greet his fingers.
"Mmm," he mused as he sensed her arousal.
The men wore identical jumpsuits. Since the form-fitting fabric was less flattering to the bulges men had, they also wore codpieces under their clothes to even out their physiques. When Amy felt Mario's codpiece brush against her bottom, she was once again reminded of the spanking threat.
"Mario?"
"Yes?"
"Tell me exactly what you know about the other intern. You know, the one Dr. Wilhelm spanked. Did she complain to the captain?"
"First off," he eased back and propped his head up on the palm of his left hand, leaving his right hand in possession of her breast, "I don't know any real facts of the matter. There were only rumors. However, had she gone to the captain, there would surely have been an official report. Since that appears to be lacking, I think we can conclude that she kept the matter to herself."
"But isn't there some rule against it? You know, some kind of harassment regulation?"
"One might think so, but apparently our great wise leaders never saw this coming—there is no regulation against it. In fact, Dr. Wilhelm, like all section leaders, is responsible for ensuring the people under his command comply with all regulations, and they are to dole out discipline as they see fit. So, as this is clearly discipline, it appears to be sanctioned." He chuckled for a moment and Amy elbowed his ribs. "As a matter of fact, I've heard rumors that other section leaders were adopting the practice."
"Oh, come on, that is simply ridiculous."
"Honest." He inhaled and slowly released his breath. "Tell me, love, have you ever been spanked?"
"No."
"In your studies, have you ever heard of people using spanking as… erotic foreplay?"
Amy swallowed the lump in her throat. While she could see the use of spanking as a disciplinary tool, this was a somewhat different subject. "Yes, there are lots of examples. This is one reason why I assumed that it would be considered harassment."
"Hmm, if Dr. Wilhelm decides to spank you, will you allow it?"
"Of course not! That would be just too much. I'd resign my position on the spot."
"Think about that for a moment. Life on this ship is very expensive. The cost of food, water, and the very air we breathe is included with our pay as part of the expense of this voyage. Clearly the lanthanum is very valuable." He swallowed. "Consider, if you quit—how will you pay for your food, water, air, and this cabin?"
Amy mulled over the idea. "Okay, I see your point. I can't, as a matter of practicality, quit. So, you are saying that I would have no choice but to accept his… spanking?"
"It would seem so." He paused to kiss her neck again. "Would you like a trial? You know, a test to see how you might fare?"
"Are you suggesting that you might spank me?"
"Maybe. You have been known to enjoy a pat on the behind." Mario's hand lifted. He gave her three quick pats on her rump. These were not spanking swats, but firm enough to be noticed.
Amy had always enjoyed having men touch her fanny. She had indeed enjoyed a playful smack on the rump, but never before had the stimulation caused her pussy to clench. Following the three quick pats, she exhaled sharply. An accompanying spasm in her core released some of her dew. While the men wore codpieces under their jumpsuits, the women wore absorbent pads. Amy hoped that hers would be sufficient to absorb what her body was sending it.
"So, is that a yes?" he asked.
Amy didn't say anything, but she didn't resist when he took her hand in his. Slowly, he guided her index finger to the small metal stud under her collar. The skin-tight, ostensibly seamless jumpsuit's fabric instantly relaxed. The stud was coded to respond to only her fingerprint. After only a moment, the previously invisible seams appeared. Mario ran his finger along the seam from her neck to her mons and the fabric opened. Underneath, she was naked.
He began to pull the now soft, pliable fabric off her shoulders. "You mean to spank my bare bottom? Surely, Dr. Wilhelm will not do that!" she said.
*****
Mario admired Amy's curvaceous body as he opened her jumpsuit.
"You are probably right," he answered. "But I think we should prepare for the worst."
Freeing her arms from the sleeves, he eased the material down her back. He adored the sight of her bare back. He pulled the jumpsuit down to bare her bottom. Standing, he pulled the final vestige down her legs and left the jumpsuit in a heap on the floor. He looked down to admire his lovely Amy in her birthday suit. She did nothing to hinder his view.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he helped her to lie across his lap. He paused to gently, seductively, caress her smooth, round globes.
"Stop that! I am certain that Dr. Wilhelm will not be doing that."
He began to spank her.
Mario had never spanked a woman before. However, he quickly adopted a rhythm of swats on alternating cheeks. He migrated his points of impact to cover Amy's entire apple-round bottom. This was one position in which her curvy figure was delectable. He enjoyed the way her soft flesh molded to his hand as he smacked her. He relished her moans as he stung her sit-spots where her thighs met her bottom curves.
Her bottom turned a light pink, and each point of impact bloomed white for a couple of seconds after a swat. He slowed his rhythm and increased the intensity of his spanking—slightly. His cock twitched inside its codpiece as her moans deepened and she began to wiggle atop his lap.
"Please, sir, I'll behave."
He was unsure if she was really talking to him, or imagining a game in which Professor Wilhelm was punishing her. He spanked harder, and she swung a hand back to protect her blossoming derrière. He gripped her wrist and used her own arm to pin her tighter to his lap. His swelling cock throbbed within its codpiece, wedged between her wiggling bottom and his belly. He spanked harder, and watched as her color deepened to a distinctly red hue. Her legs straightened and opened as she thrashed. She began to kick her bare feet wildly in the air. His cock strained to be free as the aroma of her arousal filled his senses.
"Hold still!" He smacked her firmly. He watched the pink folds of her pussy swell with her arousal.
"OUCH! No-no, please no more." Using her free arm, she pushed up—hard—and he released her. She stood and rubbed her bottom, staring down at the enhanced bulge under his jumpsuit as his member pressed against its constraint.
Mario rested his hands on her hips. He eased her around to examine his handiwork. "Oh my, I never imagined that you could be more beautiful. But here you are." Her bottom was such a delicious pink hue, accentuating the
peach-tinted skin of her back.
Teasingly, Amy turned back around. Mario's gaze focused on the black curly hair adorning her mons. She routinely trimmed it to an inch or so long, leaving just enough curl to modestly cover the apex of her womanly slit. He leaned his face into her and inhaled her exhilarating aroma. He kissed her bellybutton. Leaning back, he slowly lifted his eyes to examine her full breasts. Her dark nipples invited him to kiss them as well, but he decided to save that treat for later.
She gave her head a slight shake to relax her black hair around her shoulders. With a devilish glean in her chocolate, almond-shaped eyes, she took his index finger and used it to open his jumpsuit. She pulled the material down his shoulders and arms. Mario lifted his buttocks as Amy freed his cock from its prison. Kneeling on the deck, she completed undressing him.
She paused. Kneeling between his knees, she focused on his erection. She caressed his tip, and traced her fingers along the shaft. Mario wanted her to take him into her mouth. He had never said anything about wanting oral sex from her, but she had come close to taking him once before. He had nearly burst when he thought that she was going to do it.
Amy's fingers explored his taut balls before returning to stroke his shaft. As she stood, she leaned forward to give his swollen tip a light kiss.
She pulled back the bed covers and lay on her back. Mario parted her knees and knelt between them. Holding his weight above her, he nuzzled between her breasts. He kissed around her nipple, teasing it as he watched the skin of her areola crinkle. When he could stand it no more, he sucked the firm nub between his lips. He coddled it with his tongue.
Amy moaned and lifted her knees. Mario guided his manhood to her warm entrance. He swirled his tip in her moisture. Abandoning her breast, he kissed her forehead, button nose, and finally, her lips. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as he eased his member into her warm core. She locked her heels behind his butt, and urged him to thrust deep inside her.
"Ahh, oh… yesss."
Her moans of pleasure drove him wild.