Spanks Amongst the Stars

Valerina Blake, better known as ‘Captain’, to crew personnel or ‘Val’ by her higher commanding staff and a few others when relaxed and off duty. Val knew and understood the need for relaxed pleasantries, after all everyone lived and breathed the running of her beloved star ship ‘SS Endurance’. Val had known from the get-go this newly invented, bespoke, up to date bird would be hers no matter who she had to fight to get into the captain’s chair. Now, three years on, it hadn’t let her down.

As Val, skimmed her daily morning report before entering the bridge, she noted the new recruits she would be picking up on their much-needed fuel load back at base. One recruit was Lildrael, had worked upon a smaller science-based vessel and now wanted to try their hand at exploring. Val was very impressed by their overly positive and exemplary record, there was no need to worry about them setting in at all. However, Val wasn’t completely without worry, their youngest and newest recruit fresh out, from the Academy, had good grades but her performance and behaviour left much to be desired! Val would have to keep an eye on this lass. Deciding not to contemplate this any further, she placed her tablet back into the charging port and exited the Ready Room, being graced by the familiar sound of, “Captain on the bridge” the pride of hearing that never lessened with time.

Thalia was very excited with a hint of nervousness mixed in. she’d packed and unpacked and finally repacked har bags multiple times, indecisive of what to take with her. She would be gone for months on ends before having the opportunity to stop back home to collect more stuff, so she had to make the right choice now. Having decided to go with her final decision, Thalia, hopped into her parents’ room to give them each a goodbye kiss, before heading off by shuttle port to the adventure of a star ship crew member.

As she entered the room her father beckoned her over, “Thalia, little one, the world, the skies and the vast expansion of the universe beckons to you, listen to it and you shall succeed in everything you do. I am so proud of you my little noodle” he said as she blushed at the use of her childhood nickname. He held her close and kissed her forehead as her mother wiped away a stray tear.

“Come now” her father directed to her mother, pulling her arm and bring them both close. “My two favourite girls, one who brings me, love and hope and the other,” he says now looking over at Thalia “who brings me joy and adventure. Go conquer the universe.”

With that Thalia gave them both one last deathly tight squeeze and legged it out with her belongings before she cried too, embarrassing herself miserably.

The trip to Base beta general was a long and boring affair. Thalia hated to be cooped up unable to stretch her legs. To pass the time she hit the bubble earing that expanded over her ears, showing only a hint of blue transparency, yet mostly unnoticeable to a passer-by. The bubbles had been a gift from her dear gramps, who’d been cryogenically frozen some months back after contracting a deadly virus, that scientists still struggled to cure. The bubbles gave her comfort as all sound was blocked from the outside world and she could sit and listen to her favourite music.

After three toilet brakes, 2 pots of printed bonbon sweeties (much to the annoyance of the man opposite who had to move his extra-long limbs both times she did so) from the robotic printer as it made its rounds back and forth receptivity as if it had nothing better to do. Thalia also enticed the poor granny sitting by the window that it was probably better if they swapped, just in case she needed to get up or to use the lavatory of course! It was nothing to do with Thalia’s innate need to see something other than people. She stared out the window for a good 3 minutes, before deciding it wasn’t all that interesting and started to drum her fingers on the windowpane causing glared and annoyed looks by most people around her, but not more so than the now red-faced, long-limbed passenger, who’d she accidentally bothered previously. He now proceeded to send her rather pathetic versions of extra squinty eyes in an attempt to look angry, personally Thalia thought it made him look like a squished-up pug.  A breed of dog not many would know of now days as its poorly structured gene pool only served to riddle it with disease and eventually exterminate it from existence. A fact Thalia still found saddening from her history lessons at the academy.

After the torturous journey, Thalia finally jumped of port and glanced around the pristine environment. There were robots, programmed for many different roles, hologram waterfalls that glistened and occasionally gave a spritz of misty water to keep the effect authentic as possible. Up at the top of a flight of marble steps, stood four large hologram door which would melt away gradually to allow you through. Taking a deep breath, Thalia pulled her bags, slightly embarrassed that she was the only one with manual, physical luggage and made her way tirelessly up the steps. Who needs a robot bag when they are as young as me? Thalia kidded herself for spending her money on the latest hover board instead of a robotic suitcase, either way she had packed her hover board for some fun on the ship. As Thalia slowed down to collect her breath down from wheezy pants she stared at the coming and goings of many species through the wards.

Pushing through herself, Thalia stopped, momentarily speechless and amazed with the inside of Base Beta General than she was with the outside square. She marvelled at the extracurricular activities, including but not limited to the spa and anti-gravity pool where you couldn’t tell you were actually in water. There was a multitude of souvenir shops where you simply had to think to see a variety of options for what you wanted.

Having allowed herself stray from her schedule, Thalia cursed as she realised, she should have been at her meeting point over an hour ago. Hating to have to do so, Thalia grabbed her bags and sprinted, clocking the signs showing her which directions to take. Eventually she arrived, one again puffing in pain as her lungs burned. In front of her stood a woman tapping away at screen, if Thalia hadn’t been AI trained, she would have thought she was a regular human such as herself but, subtle clues lead her to believe otherwise.  Thalia opened her mouth to speak but was soon cut shot of beginning “You’re late, Thalia Woodwild, this way please” with that she signalled through a door and spoke no more, once more occupied with her screen. Sighing, not wanting to admit a machine had just scolded her, Thalia pushed through onto a walkway. This was it; she was finally off on her adventure.

Meanwhile, Captain Blake, had met the new recruits, welcomed them with pleasantries and answered any questions they had. Val firmly believed it was her role as captain to settle them in, give a personal tour of her ship (now theirs too), introduce them to some key staff members before dropping them off at their personal quarters, with a reminder to attend the social in the mess hall that evening.

On entry off the bridge once more, her second in command warmly greeted her with a cup of coffee, one of her only weaknesses. “I couldn’t help noticing there was only five new recruits, did the dossier not specify six?” she asked.

“Yes, we were not greeted by Thalia Woodwilde, a surname which I suspect may be an apt one for her.”

“Oh dear, I’m not sure who I should feel sorrier for, you or her” Eloise chuckled. Before Val even had a chance to reply, a voice addressed her over the intercom. “Captain Blake”

“Here” she responded

“There’s a young lady, claiming to be Miss, Uh, Thalia, Umm, Woodwilde” he said intermittently as a young voice could be heard repeating her name to him.

“Very good, I’ll be there in a moment”

“Looks like our very own delinquent has arrived.” She said before heading off, not missing the chuckles and subtle smirks that followed from those who’d overheard their conversation.

Thalia stood awkwardly as the man worked around her moving from monitor to monitor as if she wasn’t there. She was lost in her thoughts but was soon drawn back as a voice addressed her. “How nice of you to join us Miss Woodwilde, finally” Val spoke with a cocked eyebrow, emphasis on the ‘finally’ and a look Thalia was very much used to from anyone with any form of superiority to her.

“Uh, yea” she started before being cut off by a finger.

“I’m not interested in juvenile excuses. I expect punctuality and decorum, inability to do so will be dealt with immediately. I am aware from your record you know well and have experience yourself of the methods I take to rectify, petulance and time wasting. So, I would suggest you sort out this tardy behaviour. I will let you off this once, only. Now if you would follow me, we have much to do and little time to do it in, before I take you to your quarters.” With that she spun around and led a red in the face Thalia out on to the bridge, introducing her to Eloise before giving a quick tour of her surroundings and station.

“I read in your application that you are very much interested in learning how to pilot a star ship”. Thalia nodded her head enthusiastically at this, making Val smile slightly.

“Well, learning to fly a bird like this is a big responsibility, so use this as chance to prove to me you can be relied on with a role like that and I may, MAY consider it” she said, emphasising the second may.

Thalia was elated that she completely filtered out the warning and simply heard ‘fly the bird’. “I won’t let you down, I really won’t, I’ll be your star member” she enthused to the amusement of Val.

“We shall see” Val deliberated to herself as she led the cute but bratty delinquent into the mess-hall for the welcome celebration. She had to admit, she was feeling rather maternal towards this young spitfire about to journey into the unknown alone and away from the securities of family and the structure of the Academy. Life on board, was structured, but with adulthood came responsibility, a skill this youngen would have to hone.

Val was happy to see several of the new recruits had already arrived and were getting on splendidly with the crew members as they sipped glasses of champagne or some other choice to their liking. Val happily blended in and started up conversation with Eloise and Riley Adams her head of security.

As the conversation delved into quantum physics and the first time, they ventured into a worm hole, Val noted the third glass of whisky, (an earth drink) Eloise favoured had been downed quicker than a glass of milk. She frowned forwardly, alerting Eloise to her thoughts on this, but only received a roll of the eyes, something that was not appreciated. While Eloise was her second in command, a position she greatly deserved, the woman had her moments that needed a firm hand and guidance. Eloise was well acquainted with the bent over positions, across Val’s lap, which was now days, in her defence and to Val’s relief, a rarer occurrence, but still an occurrence non the less. It had been a good 5 months since their last chat and Val sensed another looming. Deciding to leave it and allow Eloise to relax tonight (something she may regret later) Val invested her time in the conversation.

Eloise had clocked Val’s look and felt a stirring inside her, while she hated to be micromanaged at every second move she took, Eloise also cherished and yearned for another one of those cocked eyebrow looks, oh god, they made her squirm knowing she was being warned to behave, something that did not come naturally to her. Eloise had started aboard the ship with Val three years ago when she had just received captaincy, however it was upon the Lorax vessel that they met. They had Shared a cabin in a mentor capacity and Val had made it known on countless occasions what was and wasn’t acceptable and while these where far and few between now, she still found time to cause some mischief, for old time’s sake. However, Eloise would happily leave the after math of those stern looks behind, whereas Val seemed happy enough to carry it on when she deems fit.

Becoming a little restless Eloise made a few rounds, chatting with crew members and downing drinks as she went along, all the personnel knew her and her personality well, although it took time for many to see her as their second in command, however she had proved her worth several times to deserve it now. As the drinks were depleting, Eloise became a little loose of mouth, sharing a little too many details of things she shouldn’t. “I heard they did it in the engine room by the heat of the warp core” she giggled to two others who blushed at the knowledge of their captains’ personal encounters. “and she….”

“That will be enough Eloise” came a stern voice from behind her. spinning around, Eloise plastered a Cheshire cat grin to her face and threw her arms around Val’s shoulders. “Val” she cried excitedly, “do come join us, we were just…… hic” Eloise stooped as a hiccup took over.

“Hic, oopsies” she giggled drawing the others to smile and cover their chuckles behind their hands. It was obvious that Eloise had had too much to drink. Val sighed “bedtime for you missy”, she said firmly, and attempted to march her from the room, only to hear more rubbish spouted from her inebriated officer, if only it hadn’t been so violating and disrespectful

 “No, no, hic… no, you go, hic, I’ll join you, hic… later, hic, if you want some fun in the engine room, hic…” she broke into giggles and wiggled her eyes suggestively as she watched the surprised then angry look form across her captain’s face. Everyone within ear shot, either gasped at her boldness or fiend to have heard anything and carried about their conversations out of respect for their captain.

Val grabbed Eloise by the ear, the flash in her eyes making Eloise sober a fraction and regret her words already. Val then proceeded to drag her from the room by the ear, (much to Eloise discomfort), giving a curt nod to those she had been talking to and ordered for Eloise to follow without further fuss.

Upon arrival to Eloise’s quarters, Val marched her in, stripped her of her clothes and pushed her into the jet shower system. As Eloise entered, the doors shut, sealing her in, the water was usually automatically adjusted to suit her liking and current body temperature, however tonight it was soon overridden by Val as she turned it down to just above freezing, Eloise squealed in shock but there was no point trying to leave, you had to see the cycle through. first came the stingy cold water, bubbles (not so bad, unless your contemplating, quite literally, the cold ass spanking you’re about to receive), thoroughly clean, wash some more, rinse and finally blow dry. Eloise gasped regularly as the cold water sobered her quickly hoping for the heated air to come so she could warm up. She was sorely mistaken as Val had also applied the cool air setting. As it blew through the chamber, Eloise groaned having to bear the cold, her skin prickled with goose bumps and she stood miserably remembering the words she publicly shared at the expense of her very angry captain. As the cycle came to an end, and the sealed doors swung open, Val pulled Eloise out and marched her to the corner with no clothes whatsoever, just a volley of slaps to her cold bottom.

Eloise jumped and squealed but took the well-known position of hands-on head and nose in corner, and by in the corner, Eloise knew this meant no more than a millimetre away from it, a position that was not generally comfy. She wasn’t about to test Val anymore.

Taking a seat on one of Eloise’s sofas, Val ran over the drama that had just occurred she couldn’t believe the words that came from Eloise, and she wasn’t best pleased. These people where her colleagues and staff and she didn’t need rumours and gossip like this to spread like fire on her ship. Not to mention the countless conversations she’d had with Eloise about her drinking habits and limits. She would be wise to remember this night the next time she is faced with alcohol. And Val intended to see to that.

Having left Eloise in the corner, Val pulled out some bed clothes for her and retrieved the hairbrush and much hated Rosewood paddle from the draw she made Eloise keep them in, Val came back into the main lounge. “Ok Eloise, I want you front and centre now.” it didn’t take long for Eloise to listen and before long she pulled forward as she toppled over her not so happy Captain’s lap once again.

“Would you like to tell me why we are in this position young lady” Val asked as she lay her hand upon Eloise cool upturned bottom.

Eloise stiffened at the touch but knew she was expected to answer clearly and without hesitation. “I made a fool of myself and you” she said forlornly.

“Yes, you did, and?” Val said, encouraging her to finish with two firm swats with her sometimes comically named, cast iron hand.

“yowch” Eloise gasped as she kicked slightly “and I drank too much” she stopped momentarily but the extra swat told her she wasn’t to finish there “and I know that I should be careful with what I drink and how much, also I’m working tomorrow morning” she paused there once more

“Yes indeed” said Val, she fell silent for a moment and began to spank Eloise, swat on top of swat staying in one place for a moment before moving onto another to build up colour and heat, a technique she had learn on a personal level when she too was younger. As the rhythm increased so did the strength of each swat, Eloise was by now wiggling around, throwing out the occasional cry and apology, unfortunately for her, these only fell upon deaf ears.

“Did you also not consider the reputation I have to maintain on this ship, MY SHIP” Val said seriously as she tipped Eloise down further, so her sit spots where exposed and began straight with the brush upon them. Eloise kicked and bucked at these, pleading for Val to stop, however she knew her pleas would be fruitless. As Val increased her strength and speed, she ensured to secure her brats hand at her lower back and pull her closer to ensure stability as well as the much-needed contact Eloise raved when being corrected. Val slowed down a fraction to pick up the paddle but soon the tempo expressed her displeasure appropriately.

“Also” she added rather sternly

“Did you not consider your own reputation and role as my second in command and a welcoming figure to the newer crew member today? I am thoroughly disappointed with you young lady” with that Val stopped talking and focused on delivering 30 smacks with the paddle, to each cheek producing a deep head hue which was bound to bruise and play as a huge reminder to the girl every time she moved or sat.

By now Eloise was sniffling and had given into the spanking, wanting it to end, she simply cried and begged for forgiveness. Val began to see the sincerity of Eloise’s apologies and slowed down, before finishing up completely. She gently turned the brat up into her lap and sighed as the woman cried and mumbled apologies. she stroked Eloise’s hair, snuggling her close while acknowledging the apologies. the soothing took some time but soon the young girls cries dissipated into sniffles and hiccups, due to the intense spanking and not the alcohol this time.

As they stood to prepare Eloise for bed, Val lifted the woman’s chin to meet her eyes. “Tomorrow you will apologise to the ladies you were talking to, and I am giving you a job, that will not be easy but hopefully help you to mature and gain more responsibility to the crew members personally as well as professionally. You will be the personal mentor for Thalia Woodwilde, and I expect her to become a first-class officer just like I supported you to become! I will hold you just as responsible for her behaviour, so remember this.” with that Val pulled back Eloise’s duvet and helped her in, tummy down naturally. Before she even left the room, she could her the soft snores as Eloise slipped into a deeper sleep. That woman was going to be the death of her, why she would put her and Thalia together she didn’t know but somehow it felt right, it seemed that Eloise was deserving of a little bit of her own mischievous medicine.