Author's Note
Dear Readers. This is the second chapter of my first story to make it from the movie theater in my mind to words on paper on Literotica.
No sex. Set on planets other than Earth, but very little sci-fi stuff. Spankings (F/F). No male MCs. Mild humiliation. Punishment panties. No one under 18 is punished, fantasized about, or naked in any way in this story.
I am more interested in your thoughts about what might be improved, than in what (little) I may have gotten right in crafting a story enjoyable to read. If you hoped for a whack-a-mole or sex, this series is deficient. Don't penalize me for that, please. Do what you will with stars, although I have enough of an ego to hope eventually they populate my galaxy.
PS. I haven't written most of the third chapter of this story. Suggestions about what may happen in Margo's life next (after her first public punishment begun in this chapter ends!) would be welcome. Does she, for example, find she must discipline Rosemary at the Autumn School?
Thank you
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Margo's Warm Welcome & What Disobedient Young Ladies Wear to Their Punishments
Strange things happen when human colonies expand to the stars. Cute pets made the trip, as did a dozen ways to make mash, aka alcoholic beverages. Troublesome family members sprouted as easily as on the home planet. We humans took our ways with us. Before we blew, or rather, blew up the Earth, corporal punishment, as a consequence for misbehavior, was debatable to prohibited. Now it has had a renaissance on some colonies, asteroids, and planets.
Social-science field work is booming at stellar-class universities. My applied comparative human psychology thesis advisor, Madame Profesora Lieu, approved my thesis proposal to study the correlation of corpus punishment and education on Battaga2, known to its inhabitants as Better Bat or simply BB. After she spanked and strapped me purple to gain my no longer reluctant consent to the topic and the field research.
This is my first letter to my dissertation advisor.
Written on board the tramp freighter Miss Naomi IV before arrival
Dear Profesora Lieu,
As promised here are my first impression notes.
Before going, I knew Better Bat believed in universal education, scientific method, personal integrity, and corporal punishment. While finding all on a world is unusual, it probably isn't unique ... because new planets and asteroids are inhabited faster than news or research findings from them percolate back to older worlds, like Gliese.
The discovery that made me want to study BB for my thesis was an odd quote in the slim Better Bat survey notes in the archives. "Those who teach, those who parent, those who correct, those who are unmarried, must themselves be subject to regular correction."
As you know, the plan is for me to teach on Better Bat, to corporally (corpus is their word) correct my students, and to live with a family because of my status as an unmarried woman. There I will be subject to correction as any unmarried BB daughter. These three parts of my life should intersect and generate plenty of research data.
Thank you for encouraging me to present myself as a potential migrant to Better Bat. It is genuine enough. Teddy, my tortoise, and I yearn for a habitat with wild aquatic life.
I qualify for a teacher's position. My experience as a teaching assistant at the Universidad is relevant. Most useful, BB officials say, is my TA experience tutoring both math and galactic languages.
I will stay with a family. How will they treat me? Getting punished and humiliated by strangers is, I don't know, embarrassing just to think about? Scary? A piece of torte? Nope, not the last.
My only prior interstellar voyage was my trip from my home world on Jupiter's moon Ganymede to Gliese, so this extended trip is both different and similar. Student's (and poor TA's) steerage passage and cryosleep can only vary so much. The only difference is the number of times we awake to spend a few hours in orbital facilities around planets along the way, and a 'once in a lifetime' excursion to a planet's surface in the Katanga sector.
In our 'local' passenger-freighter's minuscule observation room, a vibrant yellow hue dominates the decor. The walls of my once home abode on Ganymede crumbled mercilessly when I was merely seven years old. A large fragment of space flotsam ripped through the dome, killing my beloved father and younger brother.
Trapped within a confining space barely larger than a school locker, my body contorted and compressed for more than a day before rescue. The harrowing experience reverberating with piercing sensory screams of yellow debris grinding against each other. Yellow fragments of walls, remnants of carpeting, smushed furniture, shattered decorative objects, and a solitary, living stargazer lily, emitting a faint scent of yellow, battered me.
Mom loved yellow. I hate it. There is nothing yellow at home, in my apartment on Gliese, or in my wardrobe.
Shades of yellow decorate the freighter's public spaces. My shared cabin, when I'm not in cryosleep, is a soothing early-morning blue. My refuge except for one meal a day and trips to the shared fresher.
Written a day after landing on Better Bat (with later revision)
For whatever scientific or ideological reasons, the founders and the current leading mothers and fathers of Better Bat have not built an orbital transfer station, so the ship's lander took three of us to the surface.
Julio, Omega, and I disembarked in a field outside what appears to be a small city of multi-color one-story buildings. Welcoming officials ascertain promptly and scientifically that we are the expected passengers. Retinal scan, brain image, and body-biomorphic testing is fast even on this fringe world. My limited possessions pass through rapid but thorough vetting.
Welcoming committee? Smiles, relaxed postures, disarming words as the verification finishes. Each of us has a host couple who load us in their family surface transpos, and off we go.
My designated family, the Alianas, have children who attend the combined school where I will be teaching. They charmingly name it 'Autumn On Better Bat Senior and Junior School' (commonly 'Autumn'). Nancy Alianas is a mild-seeming, smallish, smiling woman, with a younger woman's figure and poliosis, which I learn is a splash of white in her black hair.
Her hourglass figure, I later learn, is a product of the ubiquitous, and very comfortable, corsets that most women wear here. A Better Bat founder evidently brought along an ancient non-fiction story of a woman in the 21st century who debunked corset myths of pain and discomfort:
Victorian Secrets, What a Corset Taught Me about the Past, the Present, and Myself
, by a Sarah A. Chrisman.
On my home world, Ganymede, gravity is low and we bud tall, lean, and without ample bosoms, although they don't sag rapidly. Mine are teacup size on the venerable egg cup to coffee cup to challenge cup breast measuring scale.
[Profesora: I snuck in the following note in two days after I drafted my letter. Delete or reorder it please if you decide to publish my letters to you as a travel-log in a research journal. Which you threaten to do.]
One fortunate discovery on BB in the days to come is the benefit of demi-cup corsets (corsets are not mandatory but are in fashion here) that support my breasts from underneath. They provide all the support that my uncomfortable wireless bras did on high gravity Gliese, without pinching and neck pain. Surprisingly easy to don and remove, with so much less pain and physical restriction than I had been led to believe.
Law, and inflexible custom, do not permit single persons of any age to live alone, aka unsupervised, on BB. Widows and widowers are not an exception. So, I must live with the Alianas family, where I will share a room with their eldest daughter, Geovana (Ginny) who is a year younger than I. Nancy, the mother, and I talk while she shows me the house, how to operate their foodgenie and the shower, where to find supplies and freshers, and we talk about daily routines. Promising.
Both parents expect their younger children, Rosemary and Iris, to arrive home soon from Autumn School and Ginny from her job as a chemist in training at the waste reforming plant. The Alianas sit me down to explain house discipline.
I will be teaching at the Autumn school. Their daughters?
On my trip out to BB I reflected on my personal punishment and discipline history. My parents spanked me growing up on Ganymede. Most children were, but each parent decides how, when, and with what severity. Nothing approaches uniformity among our people in beliefs about efficacy or method.
Gliese, my university's planet, is a more of a hodgepodge. No Gliese laws limit or encourage corporal punishment at home, other than vague "abuse" statutes. Most assuredly, there is no training for parents on how to correct behavioral, academic, or mischief problems, on either Gliese or Ganymede.
Some school districts permit teachers to chastise their students in moderation; in other districts corporal punishment is not a behavior reforming (and disciplinary) tool available to teachers. Religious and ideological groups have their views. Hands vs canes (and anything in between), over clothing vs on-the-bare, all are mooted somewhere if corporal aka corpus punishment is an option.
I know I will have the responsibility to discipline my students at the Autumn school. Before I have time to ask if their daughters will be in my class, which would be so conflicting, they move on and I lost the opportunity to ask.
The Alianas, Nancy and Jonas, explain basic house rules. Curfews, chores, cooperation, cleanliness, language, honesty, no sass. The usual. Well, no. Their rule is "no" to only 'some' mind-altering substances. Caffeine and chocolate are mind-altering, after all. I laugh at this quaint view.
Punishment is bare bottom with hand, spanking stick, or strap. Again, familiar except for the spanking stick. There are what they call "enhancements," but defer the explanation until their children return. "Forgiveness" and the "slate being wiped clean" after correction are what I naively assume is true universally. As it should be, but I will keep my anthropology eyes and brain open.
Some rules are new to me: Getting permission to go to mixed-group events, or out with a young man ...at 23? Regular sleep schedule? Room checks for tidiness? If punished at home or school, then there may be consequences at work or school the next day?
It's early, but here's something neat. They tell me a spanker must prove, before she may discipline, that she is relaxed. Not filled with too much anger. An amazing technology, which I will explain or debunk in my study documentation. More about this as I learn more.
