A Captains Discipline 02

Once Lena had recovered from her ordeal at the firm hands of Captain Mora enough to collect herself, the reality of the situation she'd found herself in and what she had just gone through, came crashing down on her with the fullness of its weight. It was mortifying.

After her spanking, and the subsequent writhing on the Captain's hand to a resounding climax, Lena had felt a sense of calm and tranquility wash over her. Now though, now that the haze and temporary euphoria had worn off, she realized rather quickly how exposed and vulnerable she was at that very moment.

Half naked in the Captain's quarters, her bottom raw and throbbing from both the spanking and the whipping she'd received, and her inner thighs shamefully slick with her remnants of the orgasm forced upon her. She stood horrified at what had happened, frozen in place for a moment, all the while knowing she was still under the constant scrutiny of the Klingon woman who had broken her oh so thoroughly.

Lena felt the heated blush returning to her cheeks with a vengeance, hot enough to match the crimson marks lashed all across her backside. She hurriedly searched about the quarters for her panties and her uniform bottoms, shaking and trembling, unable to even glance in Captain Mora's general direction for fear of what she might see, or what she might do.

When she found them, her panties had apparently been nearly torn in two. There might have been a chance at salvaging them if she was given the time, but it wasn't something she wanted to even consider at the moment. All she wanted to do was cover up and flee from the scene as fast as possible.

It took a little bit more effort than she'd expected to redress herself. The very act of pulling her uniform bottoms back on and securing them into place was a painful experience. Her bottom and the backs of her thighs felt as if they'd been blistered raw. Even the slightest whispering touch seemed to send shockwaves of agony, and unfortunately for her, little tingles of pleasure that pulsed out from between her legs.

Once dressed, Lena risked a quick glance over towards the Captain, only to find the Klingon leaning back in the chair behind the desk, arms crossed beneath her ample breasts, staring that piercing predatory gaze in her direction. It was a look so intense, so intimately dangerous, that it nearly made Lena's knees buckle the moment she saw it.

With little more than a terrified squeak, Lena fled as fast as her legs could carry her from Captain Mora's presence, heedless of the quakes and aftershocks of agony that flooded her senses with every step. She had no intention of staying there any longer than she had to.

She nearly sprinted throughout the corridors of the ship, blind to the presence of the crew wandering through the ship all around her. She could feel the flushing heat crawling across her skin burning bright and hot as she darted down the winding corridors. Did they know, she wondered. Did the rest of the crew know what had just happened to her? What if they heard her, she thought in horror. It wasn't as if she'd been all that quiet. Not with how hard she had been spanked. That would have taken far more self control that she possessed, of that she was certain.

When she was safely back in her quarters, Lena took the time to catch her breath and relax a little before stripping down to the waist, and examining the results of Captain Mora's discipline of her. Her bottom was raw, tender to the touch, and covered in welts, bruises, and angry red stripes that crisscrossed and lashed all across the fullness of her backside.

She wasn't going to be able to sit comfortably for a week, she thought miserably. How did she let this happen to her, she wondered as she flung herself face-down onto the meager bed the Klingons had provided her. What did it say about her, not just as a Starfleet Officer, but as a person, that she had not just allowed, but in the end fully submitted to being bent over and spanked so very harshly by the Captain? And that was without even daring to contemplate what had happened afterwards.

In the end, exhaustion overtook her, and Lena drifted off to sleep, waking every so often to shift and squirm into positions as comfortable as her tender backside would allow. Throughout the night she dreamed. It was nothing coherent, mostly flashes of images, the spark of sensation rolling through her body again and again driving her to weary distraction. And when she awoke, she found, to her horror, a dewy wetness evident between her thighs.

What was wrong with her, she wondered miserably. Her whole body ached, her bottom was so sore that she was fairly certain a slight breeze would cause her agony, and yet her body had seemed to betray her in the night caused by dreams she could scarcely remember.

She quickly dressed, a task in and of itself, and found that every movement she made seemed to cause her uniform to rub her raw and welted bottom in just the right way to force her to bite her lip to keep from crying out. It was going to be a miserable day, she decided. She wasn't sure how she was going to get any of her duties done in the state she was in, but she was bound and determined to succeed. If, for no other reason than to avoid ending up anywhere near Captain Mora again. That thought alone was a strong motivator.

In spite of her worst fears however, the day and her duty shift went by reasonably well. Surprisingly enough, the next few days proceeded in much the same fashion. It took a bit of effort to successfully figure out how to accomplish her tasks when each and every move she made, let alone even trying to sit down, caused her such painful distress, but she managed.

In fact, and much to her surprise, she found herself reasonably able to ignore all the distractions all around her and focus as much as she was able solely on her work. Even her dealings with the rest of the Klingon crew seemed to be at least somewhat easier to manage.

Every time she'd begin to get overwhelmed by the frankly quite unsociable behaviors of the crew, all it seemed to take to keep her from getting flustered and making mistakes was to inadvertently move in just such a way that the aches and pains all along her tortured bottom sparked back to life. She found herself hissing under her breath and sharply biting her lip quite a bit because of it, but it was a sharp reminder to keep herself focused and on task.

The only drawback she could see with this new focus and attention to detail she had been given, was the way her thoughts seemed to drift unwanted towards the Captain every time she returned to her small sleeping space at the end of her shift. She'd been avoiding even being on the same deck as the Captain as much as possible just to prevent such things, but it wasn't working. Not as well as she'd wanted anyway.

It started off simple enough after the first night of her recovery. There was a lot of muttering and swearing involved, both of which she made a great deal of effort to ensure no one, especially Captain Mora, could hear. It didn't take long however for her thoughts to start to conjure up images of the fierce Klingon woman in her mind every spare moment she had to herself in her quarters.

Worse still, it didn't take long before the memories of what she'd endured at Captain Mora's hands began to fill her dreams and flood her thoughts when she was lone. She tried to fight it, but it seemed almost as if the more she resisted thinking of the Captain, the worse it got for her, and each morning she found herself waking to find herself slick and wet between her legs, her nether lips swollen and engorged in spite of everything she was doing to prevent such things.

Lena had tried to ignore it, she focused on her work as much as possible, but that only worked for so long, and denying herself any sort of release only seemed to serve to make her condition worse. By the end of the fourth day, even her work had started to suffer due to the constant nagging hunger and ache radiating from between her legs. What was wrong with her, she found herself asking far too many times during the day than she was entirely comfortable with.

By the fifth day, Lena was so desperate for some kind of release that she could barely stand it. Shed' raced back to her meager quarters at the end of her shift, sealed the door shut, and thrown herself onto the bed practically tearing her uniform bottoms and her panties off as she went.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep calming breath, she gently slid her hands slowly down the length of her body down to her most intimate of places. With only the very tips of her fingers, she began to stroke and caress the outer edges of her sex, teasing herself, giving herself time to relax and open up to the aching desire welling up within her.

With the first touch, to no surprise at all, Lena found herself already wet and achingly ready for attention. The touch of her fingers drifting up and down the edges of her lower lips send little shivering shocks throughout her body causing hoarse whispering little moans of pleasured hunger to begin emanating out from deep in the back of her throat.

She felt her hips began to lift up from the bed, bringing her hungry little sex closer to the touch of her fingers. Her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and she bit sharply on her lower lip to stifle the groaning moans of desperate pleasure from escaping loud enough for anyone near by to hear.

She brought herself right to the very edge, the whole of her sweat covered body trembling with need, and her skin flushed and heated with an intense desire that threatened to consume her whole. Her thumb brazenly grazed against her clit, the tips of her fingers dipping into the slick open and sliding deep within her body.

As close as she got herself however, she couldn't quite bring herself over the edge. Her pleasure-filled moans soon turned into pitiful little mews of desperation, her hips bucking and thrashing under the constant torment her fingers were giving her. Closer and closer until the whole of her body was filled with a desperate, needy little agony that simply refused to reach its zenith.

The cruel, teasing little torment that her traitorous body was giving to her was nearly to much to bear. Nothing she did, no matter how she moved, how deep or rapidly she plunged her fingers into her frantic quivering body, she couldn't take herself over the edge and give herself the climax she so badly needed. She began to breathlessly sob and plead with her body to let her finish, her skin feeling like molten fire dripping down across her nerves. The sensation was an agonizing euphoria, constantly teasing and slipping closer and closer to the edge, but never quite going over.

"P-please," she moaned out with a needy wail.

Then suddenly, an image coalesced from out of the darkness and into her thoughts. The image of the tall, powerfully build Klingon woman who had given her so much torment standing over her, arms cross beneath the swell of her chest, those dark piercing eyes staring down at her with a cruel hunger burning through them. Watching her. Devouring the very sight of the young ensign so wantonly stroking and strumming at the drenched, swollen mound between her legs.

Lena's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her skin on fire as she envisioned Captain Mora watching, commanding her every move in such a wanton and lewd fashion. A pulse of electricity burst through her nether regions, the whole of her body soon wracked with such an exquisite white hot agony. Then all at once, Lena threw her head back, screamed a wordless cry as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Existence itself seemed to shatter into a million pieces of blistering hot white light that erupted in violent spasms that wracked through the entirety of her body. Her back arched, hips thrust upwards into the air as high as they could go, her slick, ravenous sex gripping tight onto the fingers plunged so deep inside. Wave after wave of pleasure and sweet release rolled through her, again and again until she could hardly breathe.

When it was finally over, and the last quivering aftershocks had ceased their torment of her body, Lena lay unmoving on her bed, struggling to catch her breath and slow her heart as it threatened to beat its way out of her chest. She was soaked from head to toe. Sweat dripped from her brow, tears ran like rivers from the corners of her eyes, and her inner thighs were slick and glistening from the eruption of her climax.

As she lay there, struggling against the exhaustion that was slowly tightening its grip over her, Lena had a sudden realization that came with the much unwanted clarity of thought that followed hot on the heels of the fading of her afterglow. She had just teased and wantonly played with herself, she thought, brought herself to a thunderous climax all while envisioning the statuesque Klingon warrior woman who had just days before given her such torment. In fact, she quickly realized with but a moments thought, she wouldn't have been able to get herself off had it not been for the very thought of Captain Mora standing over and watching her perform such a lewd display for her.

Once she realized this fact, she couldn't for the life of her even begin to think of how she had come to such a state, but once she did, she could hardly keep the thoughts of the cruel Captain from her mind. Even as she drifted off to an exhausted and fully spent sleep, the Captain's hungry, predatory countenance followed her into her dreams.

When she awoke several hours later, Lena found the needy little part of her between her legs still swollen and covered in dew. She half contemplated making an attempt for another orgasm, hard to resist considering some of the dreams she had experienced in her reverie, but she had slept far too long and she was almost going to be terribly late for her next shift.

She barely had the time to clean the previous nights pleasures from her body before she had to scramble to put on her uniform and rush out the door of her meager quarters. It took forever, and while her body, especially her backside, hadn't been as sore as it had been a few days ago, it was still a struggle to dress herself properly without flying out the door looking like she was a total mess.

She wasn't exactly late when she finally made it to the science station, but that was merely by the stroke of luck. The timing of her arrival was clearly noticeable to the Science Officer, that the Klingon woman was quick to make a growling, snarling note of it, fiercely enough to make Lena recoil a bit from the larger woman.

She'd managed to suppress her fear of the Science Officer's wrath just enough that she was able to focus on her duties aboard the ship in spite of the Klingon woman's near constant verbal torment and denigration of the young ensign. She spent most of the day assisting the Science officer in her work, calibrating the ship's sensors, running various scans of the odd curiosity that the ship happened to be passing by. Outside of the near lateness of her arrival, it seemed to Lena that her shift was going to pass without incident. At least until the hatchway into the Science Lab slid open.

The moment Captain Mora ducked through the doorway into the Science Lab, It was as if Lena could feel those dark eyes raking over her. She didn't dare look back in return, not while she was so sure the Captain was focused on her, she wasn't that brave. Instead, she tried desperately to focus on her work and the task at hand, hoping beyond hope that the fearsome Klingon woman would ignore her presence in favor of whatever it was that brought her to the lab to begin with.

Soon enough, Lena's hopes were granted, and the two Klingon women began conversing amongst themselves. She didn't bother trying to listen in on their conversation, she was sure that wouldn't have gone over well had they noticed her doing so. Instead, Lena made a point of concentrating with everything that she had on the work in front of her. It wasn't as easy as she'd thought it'd be.

No matter how hard she tried, Lena couldn't resist as subtly as she was able, to shift her eyes towards the two women and sneak a few, quick glances here and there as she worked. She'd avoided the Captain as much as possible since she'd been so harshly disciplined in the Captain's quarters, and she was thankful she'd been so successful at that endeavor.

Seeing her now though, after what she'd done to herself last night, filled Lena with all sorts of confusing emotions that she couldn't quite understand. Even seeing it just out of the corner of her eyes, the sight of the tall, powerful Klingon woman in her armor, which was somehow even more revealing than it had been previously, sent a jolt through Lena, from her chest all the way down to the rapidly swelling and wetting places between her legs. She had to bite her lip to keep from whimpering out and giving herself away.

She could feel herself becoming heated, her skin flushing, her hands tightening, and her stomach beginning to knot up. Each of them seemingly feeding into the growing need gnawing at her from between her legs. So much so that she had to struggle to keep herself from squirming and writhing in place to give herself some relief from the building torment the Captain's mere presence in the room with her was causing.

Still, Lena found herself wishing with everything she had within her that the Captain wouldn't take notice of her. In spite of whatever it was that was going on inside of her, she still couldn't bear the thought of the Captain's wrath being turned against her a second time.

"What are you doing?" Captain Mora suddenly snarled. "Pay attention to what you're doing, girl!"

Lena blinked, unaware that she had momentarily drifted off into her own thoughts. She refocused her eyes and her attentions to the console she was working on, only to find she had nearly connected the wrong wires together. Wires that would have almost certainly resulted in shorting out the whole system for a second time.

"The useless little idiot has been distracted all day like that," the Science officer growled. "It's a miracle that I've been able to get anything done at all with her around."

Lena shrank down into her shoulders the moment she felt the fullness of the Captain's gaze fixated upon her. She could have defended herself from the Science officer, she wanted to, but the way the Captain was looking at her seemed to paralyze her voice and leave her quivering in place without being able to say a word on her own behalf.

"I see," Captain Mora said, the tones of her voice laced with a dangerous none to subtle meaning that Lena was almost certain held an undertone that was meant for her, and her alone.

The Captains eyes bore into Lena, forcing her to avert her eyes, and hunch herself into her shoulders in an attempt to make herself as small, unassuming, and nonthreatening as possible. She couldn't bear that look. Worse still, she could feel her traitorous body responding hungrily to the Captain's cruel attentions. She could feel the slickness between her legs begin to grow, and spread down between her thighs, and she began to ache with a ravenous need that she could barely suppress.

Risking raising her eyes ever so slightly, she was met with the sight of Captain Mora regarding her with a fierce intensity, her head tilted in contemplation, her lips parted just enough in a cruel, sadistic little smile to show the tips of her sharpened teeth. Did she know, Lena wondered with a growing dread. Could she tell? Was it that obvious? No, she told herself, dear god please no.

"You've done enough here," the Captain said out of nowhere. "Go. You're relieved. But be sure to be more mindful of your behavior before your next shift. Trust that I will not be merciful if you are not."