DOHLMAN DISCIPLINE

The door slid open, and Uhura stepped into the quarters she had dutifully given up for Elaan, the visiting Dohlman of Elas. The Dohlman, resting on her bed, opened her eyes and lifted her head.

"I beg your pardon," said Uhura. "I'm Lieutenant Nyota Uhura... These were my quarters and, well, I just wanted to see how you were getting along. There were no guards outside, and the door opened for me..."

Elaan sat up on the edge of the bed. "Yes, Lieutenant. Your Captain has my guards locked up in your jail. 'Brig,' he called it. He thinks having them out of the way will help him impose Troyan customs on me more easily." Her smile indicated that she felt there was a slim chance of that.

Nyota looked about the room, and her timidity turned to smoldering anger. Her quarters were trashed -- furniture broken, pillows ripped, debris scattered about. Was this visitor royalty, or a stray dog?

Elaan eyed her reaction and smiled arrogantly. "You disapprove?"

Uhura had moved her personal belongings out before the Dohlman arrived -- everything broken here was Starfleet issue, not hers. Still, she couldn't help but be offended at the way her gift of living space had been abused. She swallowed hard, buried her anger, and pasted a smile onto her face.

"It's not my job to disapprove. That's up to the Captain." She gave the room one more look and sniffed. "I see he has his work cut out for him." She turned to leave.

"Wait," called the Dohlman. It was as much a plea as a command this time. "Despite his behavior toward me, your Captain seems to be a noble leader."

"He is," answered Uhura proudly.

"I respect that. I would like to have his respect. Before he left, he spoke of a certain type of punishment. Tell me, what is a 'spanking'?"

"Um..." Nyota bit her tongue so hard to keep from laughing that she nearly drew blood. "A spanking?"

"He said it was an 'ancient Earth custom' used to discipline 'brats'."

A mischievous spark ignited inside Uhura. She decided to have some fun at the Dohlman's expense. "Yes, a 'brat' is a mighty warrior, and only the most noble brats can endure a spanking. Why, simply to be offered one is a great honor."

"Then I will ask him for one when he returns. I will insist on it! But I must be prepared. You will show me what a spanking is... now!"

This was more than Nyota had hoped for. Did she dare to continue? She couldn't pass this up! "Of course, Your Glory," she responded, with an uncontrollable smile on her face. "I'd be happy to."

The Enterprise Communications Officer looked the Dohlman up and down, noting her odd combination of battle armor and skimpy clothing. The armor was thin and lightweight, but that did not necessarily mean it was ineffective. However, considering the large areas of her body left exposed, she concluded it was most likely ornamental.

"First," continued Uhura, "you must remove all your clothes."

"My clothes?" huffed Elaan. "How dare you!"

Nyota shrugged innocently. "But that is the custom. A 'brat' must be able to endure the scrutiny of others." She raised the tone of her voice to a taunting level. "If you're too ashamed..."

"I am ashamed of nothing! My body is physical perfection." With that, Elaan began to strip, starting with the removal of her armor. Her shin guards came off, then her shoulder plates, followed finally by her breastplate with leaf-designs spreading over each breast.

Uhura watched with glee as the Dohlman continued. Elaan stripped off her gloves and boots. Then, she reached behind herself and undid her colorfully exotic leotard. Uhura caught her breath as the garment came off -- with no bra or panties, the Dohlman now stood naked before her.

One look, and it was easy for Nyota to see why others referred to her as Your Glory. "Glory" was right! Uhura had been initially put off by the Dohlman's braided hair and ridiculous eye-liner, but she was more than willing to look past that now.

Elaan did not have a very exotic body -- she was not tall, not buxom. But her petite frame was well-toned, smooth, and very fit. Her strong legs curved into a graceful bottom, and firm medium breasts rested above a taut belly, which in turn rested above the beautiful flower petals of her Elasian sex.

Uhura suddenly felt weak in the knees. Trying to remain business-like, she crossed the room and sat down in a chair. "You must now lay yourself over my knee, with your... your bottom facing up."

Elaan had a puzzled look on her face, but she proceeded to do as she was told. "A most peculiar form of punishment," she said, mostly to herself.

A wave of excitement washed over Uhura as the weight of the naked Dohlman settled across her thighs. Elaan's breasts momentarily pushed into the top of Nyota's thighs, before she scooted forward to allow them to more comfortably hang free.

Uhura gazed down at the smooth tanned behind spread across her lap. She fought an overwhelming desire to caress it -- that would not be in keeping with the "punishment" aspect of this encounter. "Are you prepared?" she asked, with all the seriousness she could muster.

"I am," replied the Dohlman, with royal certitude.

Uhura did begin with a caress after all. Her palm gently circled each beautiful globe, as a marksman might size up a target. Then, she raised her hand and brought it down with a most satisfying slap. As the Dohlman's naked body lurched against her lap, Nyota almost climaxed right then and there.

Elaan took in a sudden breath -- more from being startled than hurt.

Uhura spanked her again. And again. She worked the buttock nearest to her, and reveled in the sexy way it jiggled with each slap of her hand. When the first cheek was a satisfactory pink, she switched to the other. Soon, it was as pink as its sister.

Uhura then started spanking each one randomly, and more and more quickly. The loud slapping sound filled the room. Nyota squeezed her own legs together tighter and tighter as her pussy began leaking its excitement. Suddenly, she heard something she had been hoping would happen.

Elaan moaned.

Nyota momentarily switched to a caressing motion. "How is that, Your Glory?"

Elaan had to struggle for breath. "That was... very interesting. Could you, um, spank me some more?"

"Of course." Uhura resumed her strokes. Elaan's cheeks grew redder and hotter. Soon, a spider web of irritated capillaries spread across each butt cheek. Occasionally, after her hand came down in a smack, Nyota would squeeze and knead the warm flesh, eliciting more moans from her disciplined "brat".

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Uhura dared take things a step further. After one particular slap-and-squeeze, she slid her hand between Elaan's legs, coming to rest on her warm wet Elasian pussy.

"Ohhhh," moaned Elaan, as she immediately thrust herself back against the pressing hand. "Yes! Do that! Oh, yes!" She ground herself harder and harder. "Inside," she said, and Uhura was happy to obey. Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside her slick hole. "What do you call it?" asked Elaan.

"You mean...? It's a vagina."

"Vah-ji-nah," Elaan dutifully repeated.

"But that's a rather technical term. Among friends, it is commonly called a pussy."

"Puh-see... puh-see..." Elaan repeated the mantra as Uhura continued to rub.

Uhura's voice dropped to a more sultry tone. "And when things are really intense, it is sometimes called a cunt!"

"Kunt!" When Elaan said it, Uhura thought it sounded like it was spelled with a K. "Kunt! Kunt!" repeated Elaan. She suddenly slipped off Nyota's slick fingers, off her knees, and onto the floor. She rolled over and spread her legs. "Lick my kunt, Nyota. Lick my kunt!"

Uhura didn't hesitate. She fell upon the Dohlman and began licking and sucking the Elasian's excited flesh.

Elaan reached a hand under Uhura's skirt and began tugging at her heavy-duty Starfleet-issue matching-red panties.

All thoughts of further foreplay abandoned, Nyota quickly stood, undid the back of her uniform, and shed her dress, bra, and panties. Equally naked with the Dohlman, she fell upon her once again, and the two of them locked in a serious sixty-nine.

Her arms around the Dohlman's legs, squeezing her reddened cheeks, Uhura thrust her tongue deeply into Elaan, and she grew light-headed from the powerful scent of Elasian womanhood. Only now did the anecdote she'd heard from Christine in Sickbay, following Elaan's attack on Lord Petri, come back to her.

She'd just delivered an urgent communiqué to the Captain, and as the senior officers discussed tactical issues, Christine had pulled her aside and relayed what the Troyan ambassador had said -- that the tears of Elasian women were an aphrodisiac to men. Would they not work on women, wondered Uhura? And was pussy juice not infinitely preferable to a few tears?

As if in answer to her unspoken query, Uhura was suddenly aware of Elaan's talented tongue deep inside her own pussy. She held out as long as she could, but was eventually unable to stem the tide of her impending climax. She surrendered to it, and wave after electrical wave of incredible pleasure spilled over her.

Elaan too convulsed in exquisite pleasure as she simultaneously orgasmed with her ersatz disciplinarian. The two of them writhed for long moments on the floor, before the spasms finally subsided. They then lay for even longer moments, resting against each other's warm skin. Finally, they stirred.

"Please excuse me," said Uhura, getting up to gather her clothes. "I must be getting back to duty."

Elaan got up as well, and sat upon the edge of the bed once again. She was in no hurry to cover up her nudity. "Thank you, Lieutenant, for your instruction in Earth customs."

"Believe me, Your Glory. The pleasure was all mine."

(End)