Sci Spanks
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“Thank you, thank you, thank you! This will be great.” Jen held Maddy’s hand and started toward the door. “Let’s go.”
“Now?” Maddy asked. “I thought we’d have a late lunch or something.”
Jen’s apartment wasn’t far from the university, and they’d gone there on a few occasions for a mid-day tryst.
“This won’t take long,” Jen said, leading her across the hall to a door with a sign that read “Authorized Personnel Only,” and dug into her back pocket for the key card. “I just need about half an hour of data. If I can throw together a preliminary report this weekend Granger will stay off my ass for the time being.”
“What sort of data?” Maddy followed her in. Jen flipped on the lights. The lab, about twice as big as Jen’s office, had no test tubes or bubbling beakers. Instead, there were a couple of tables of electronic equipment, cables, papers, and dirty mugs beside an ancient coffee pot. Two soft office chairs, each on either side of a table packed with monitors and white metal boxes, filled what little space was left. A small window high on the wall opposite the door let in bright sunlight.
Jen shut the door behind them and recoded the lock. “I don’t want us to be disturbed.”
Maddy smiled, trying to hide her sudden nervousness. “What will we be doing?”
Jen grinned back. “Thinking.”
She motioned for Maddy to take a seat.
“Thinking? That doesn’t sound terribly sciencey to me.”
Jen had her back to Maddy, arranging papers and cables on the table. “I’m hoping it is.”
She turned around, holding a purple, knit skull cap with bright yellow stars. Wires adhered to the cap in parallel lines met at the back, bundled together and plugged into a single cable. “Put this on, please.”
“Um…” Maddy turned the cap over and looked inside. Small, rounded metal protrusions poked through the fabric. She met Jen’s enthusiastic smile with what she knew was more of a grimace than a grin. “This thing isn’t going to melt my brain or anything, is it? I have a gig tonight.”
Jen’s mouth turned down, and an adorable pout pursed her lips. When she frowned like that, two little lines formed between her almost black eyes, and Maddy wanted to press her lips to the spot, to erase the irritation.
Jen went back into scientist mode, the pout becoming a more neutral expression. “It’s perfectly safe.” She took the cap from Maddy and gently pulled it down over her head. “I won’t even mess up your ‘do.”
Maddy snorted. “I was going to re-dye it later anyway. Maybe something crazy, like brown or blonde.”
Jen swept aside the hair that fell into Maddy’s eyes. “Aw, I like the purple. It suits you.”
Just inches of space between them, and unable to resist temptation, Maddy leaned forward and touched her lips to Jen’s. Instead of deepening the kiss, as Maddy hoped, Jen eased her back against the chair.
“Not the time,” she said, her voice husky.
Maddy recognized that tone and smiled. “Later, then.”
Jen grinned. “Later. But work first. Let’s fry your brain.”
They both laughed, and Maddy relaxed a little as Jen attached the bundled wires into one of the machines on the table.
“I’m hoping I’ll be able to record, as well as hear, your thoughts, if that’s okay.”
Uh oh.
“You’ll be able to actually read my mind?” Her thoughts about Jen were not meant to be part of a Ph.D. thesis.
“Only what you want me to hear, I promise.” Jen put on her own cap and plugged it into the same device. “The receptors are deliberately set so only the most forceful activity is recorded. No passive readings.”
“But they could be set to read deeper thoughts, couldn’t they?”
The anxiety lines were back between her eyes. “Theoretically,” she said. “That’s what Granger and DARPA want me to try to do.”
“But you don’t feel right about it.”
Jen’s shoulders drooped. “If I can make this work, it will be an amazing breakthrough in neuroscience. But invading someone’s thoughts without consent is wrong.”
Maddy understood her dilemma. “You can always tell them it failed.”
“I could.” Jen took her lower lip between her teeth, indecision deepening the lines between her eyes.
“But you really want to know if it can be done, don’t you?”
“Yes. Is that bad?”
Maddy grinned. “No. It’s human. And sciencey. Let’s do it.”
Jen’s face lit up, like a kid at Christmas. “Really? You’ll do this for me?”
“Sure. Just don’t ask me any deep, dark secrets.”
Jen bent down and pecked her on the cheek. “Thank you. And I won’t.”
She circled around the end of the table and sat in the chair in front of the console. While Jen tapped the keyboard and flipped switches, Maddy closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She trusted Jen not to tunnel into her brain, but still…
This is worse than stage fright.
“Ready?” Jen asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Think about something specific, but simple,” Jen instructed. “Maybe a bit of music I’d recognize.”
“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” popped into Maddy’s head.
“Are you thinking about a song?” Jen asked.
Maddy squeezed her eyes shut and mentally ran through the tune again, louder and more forceful than the children’s song was intended to be played.
Jen laughed. “I hear it, Maddy. I hear it in my head.”
Maddy’s eyes flew open and stared at Jen. Her smile was broad, her eyes glinting with excitement. “You hear it?”
“‘Twinkle Twinkle’,” she said, nodding. “And it’s recorded on my computer. From you.”
Her excitement was contagious and Maddy laughed. “You did it, Jen. You did it.”
Her girlfriend was a freaking genius.
“I need more data,” Jen said. “Do another one. Something more complex.”
Refocusing, Maddy did a quick inventory of the songs she knew. So many. But the one she’d been working on before coming over rushed to the front of the list. It was a flirty, yet seductive tune she’d started to compose after the first time she and Jen had made love. Maddy played it while Jen was around, but never told her exactly what it was. Or why.
There were no lyrics, just the sensation of the intensity of that encounter. Sweat-slick limbs, tongues and teeth, fingers and mouths. The twinge of delicious pain as Jen bit down on Maddy’s shoulder as she came. The desire to return the sensation, to take things to another level, played out in a tentative few measures. Would Jen feel the same?
The crescendo of her own release, followed by the diminuendo of holding each other, sent a wave of satisfaction and contentment through Maddy as the final chords faded.
It was a good song. Better than good, because of who it was about.
“Oh.” Jen’s eyes widened. “That’s…Beautiful. Especially the end.”
Maddy’s cheeks heated. Every artist loved praise, and she was no exception, but to hear how such a personal piece affected Jen meant even more. “Thanks. I’m still tweaking it, but—”
“Not just the song,” Jen said, rising, her eyes bright. “I felt it, Maddy. Felt the bite on your shoulder as if it were on mine. I felt and saw what you were thinking about us. About what you wanted to do together.”
Maddy’s fingers dug into the armrests of the chair. Her heart thumped hard. “You did?”
Damn it! She’d blown it. It wasn’t Jen’s fault the machine read such a private thought. The song purposely evoked strong emotions and images. Maybe she should have chosen something safe.
As Jen came around the table, Maddy’s brain filled with other images, images that didn’t come from a memory, that didn’t come from her own mind. Her and Jen, naked—yay!—touching, kissing, nipping and pinching. A bolt of pain shot fro
m Maddy’s breast, through her gut and ignited between her legs.
“Holy shit!” Maddy started to pull off the cap, but Jen covered her hands.
“Wait. Please,” she said, breathless. “I turned off the recorder. There are things I’ve been aching to share with you, but wasn’t sure how to ask if you wanted to try.”
Another image flooded Maddy’s brain. Jen sprawled across the bed, face down, her lovely bare bottom up. And from Jen’s imagination, she saw herself, also naked, slap one well-rounded cheek. The pleasure Jen felt tore through Maddy and she felt herself get wet. Really wet, not just in her head wet. The scenario continued with Jen becoming more excited, writhing on the bed, moaning as Maddy swatted her reddening bottom and whispered delightfully dirty suggestions into her ear.
The trust and understanding they shared, even in that imaginary moment, nearly brought tears to Maddy’s eyes.
“Jen.” Maddy reached for her, sliding her palm along Jen’s side and up to her full breast. Jen straddled Maddy where she sat. She bent forward, her chest brushing Maddy’s, and their lips met gently.
“I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of…I don’t know…,” Jen said.
“Not at all.” Maddy shifted beneath her. “But maybe we should take this out of the lab and go to your place?”
Jen leaned in, pressing their mouths together and grinding her hips against Maddy’s. In her head, Maddy heard, Not yet. She “saw” Jen’s hand come down on her own pale bottom, and felt the sting go straight to her core.
The song she called Jen & Maddy filled their minds.
A Letter from Cathy
Dear Readers:
Just to let you know, I don’t typically write spanking fiction. Ana made me do it. Okay, not really. The novels I have out don’t have any spanking, though an early scene in Deep Deception has one of the ladies muse about tying up the other. That’s about as kinky as I get. But then I started hanging out with an interesting crowd of authors.
As a challenge for myself, I had written a spanking scene in a science fiction romance I’m working on, and Ana happened to be soliciting pieces for her Love Spanks hop in Feb. 2014. I offered that scene mostly to see how others might react to it. Lucky me, it was well received.
Then Ana suggested a science fiction based spanks hop. I didn’t want to use the same piece, of course, so I decided to work on a short, stand-alone story. Jen & Maddy arose out of my love of lesbian fiction and science fiction, and the desire to write a spanking scene that wasn’t quite so intense. The science fiction aspect is also pretty mild, but it’s the relationship between Maddy and Jen that I enjoy most of all. Will there be more with them? I don’t have plans to expand on the story, but never say never.
Thanks for reading!
Cathy
No More Lizards
By
Sue Lyndon
A high pitched scream rang out in the bedroom, and a string of obscenities soon followed. Anya smiled from her spot on the sitting room couch. A window screeched open and shut, and heavy footfalls sounded in the hallway seconds later. Her smile vanished when her husband, Roc, appeared in the doorway. Dark accusing eyes met with hers, and she gulped past the sudden dryness in her mouth.
Anya tried to act nonchalant, but her fingers had a mind of their own. She glanced down to discover she was twisting them together in her lap. She felt the blood drain from her face and she couldn’t stop fidgeting under Roc’s intense gaze. She might as well have guilty painted on her forehead.
“Something wrong, honey?”
His eyes flashed. “Do not play the innocent human with me, Anya.”
She gulped again as he entered the room. A hint of gold flickered in the center of his otherwise dark eyes. He seemed larger than ever, his impressively muscular Raxian physique tensed as if for battle. They’d been married a few short weeks, and though she’d been terrified of him at first, she’d grown to trust him. He wouldn’t hurt her. Well, not including spankings. Her bottom tingled as she second guessed her little prank.
“Stand up, Anya.”
She rose to her feet. Slowly. “I won’t do it again.”
“You put a female ebbra under the bed covers. It’s breeding season and her stomach was swollen. What if she’d had her babies on our bed? We’d have hundreds of little ebbras running around the house!”
She hadn’t thought of that. She’d only thought about the amusing high pitched scream that her macho alien husband would emit when he crawled into bed. A knot formed in Anya’s stomach. Guilt tightened in her chest as she peered up at her less-than-amused mate. Perhaps she’d gone too far this time. “I’m sorry, Roc. I didn’t think about that possibility. I promise not to do it again.”
“After I’m through reddening your little bottom, I imagine you won’t dare bring any more ebbras into the house, or pull any more of your pranks. I do not find them amusing.”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Raxians were so serious. They rarely laughed or smiled, and they certainly didn’t know how to take a joke. Anya was determined to make Roc lighten up, even if it cost her a sore bottom—or two or three. Or, with her luck, several dozen.
“Remove your nightdress.” His tone brooked no argument.
Heat seared Anya’s cheeks as she pulled her nightdress over her head. She wore no undergarments of any kind, per Roc’s orders, leaving her immediately bared to his gaze. After folding her nightdress, she set it on the couch and waited for his next instructions.
Finally, Roc strode to her and grasped her by the shoulders. Gently. The gold flickering in his eyes dimmed.
“Why do you test me so?” he asked, his voice deep but somehow soft.
She flushed. “You take life too seriously. We have so much for be happy for. I’d like to see you smile and laugh. I know you can. I’ve seen other Raxians smile and laugh. Not many, but some.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “Let me guess. The Raxians you saw were drunk and stumbling through the streets?”
“Well, yes.” She paused and thought about it harder. Roc didn’t imbibe spirits. Most Raxians didn’t. “Just once I’d like to see you smile, Roc. Please. Do it for me. Smile.”
He sighed and stared at her, then released her arms and stepped back. The corners of his mouth turned up, but his eyes didn’t light up as she’d hoped. He held the ridiculously fake smile for a few seconds before it vanished. Then he rubbed his cheeks and glowered at her. “I do not like this smiling. It hurts.”
Anya laughed. “How can smiling hurt? You’re being silly and grumpy.”
“Do you think it’s wise to call your husband silly and grumpy moments before a spanking?” Despite his sternness, his tone held a wry edge, and she supposed it was as close to humor as he’d ever get.
“I guess it could be worse. My father could have married me off to a Teshcian or a Brazzan,” she mumbled.
“Enough talk.” He guided her to their bedroom.
She spied some of the sheets on the floor and the pillows in disarray on the bed. He’d obviously released the ebbra out the window, and she resolved not to mess around with the lizard-like creatures again. Though it still amused her that Roc had no qualms about hunting the massive beasts in the forest and he showed no fear in chasing a kimma wolf away from the house, yet lizards and snakes were his undoing. Maybe she was going about her quest to teach him humor all wrong. Sighing, she stood between his muscular legs as he sat on the bed. He stared up at her with a severe look that made her weak in the knees. She considered reminding him that Earth lizards laid eggs rather than birth live babies, but she didn’t think that would help her cause. Roc had taught her about all the indigenous creatures near their home, including all about the life cycle of ebbras. Trying to plead ignorance to escape her punishment would only land her in more trouble.
“Roc, I apologized. You don’t have to punish me.” She always tried to talk her way out of a spanking, even those she’d earned fair and square. Of cou
rse she might as well save her breath—the firm set of his jaw indicated his mind was made up.
“You did something naughty, Anya, and you are to be punished for it. End of discussion. Now,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her, “repeat after me: I promise to stop putting lizards under the bed covers.”
Anya started to roll her eyes, but smartly stopped herself mid-roll. She blinked a few times, drew a deep breath, and grudgingly obeyed. “I. Promise. To stop putting lizards under the bed covers.”
“I promise to be a good little human and obey my husband.”
She pressed her lips together, holding in a giggle. His tone was serious, but damn were his words funny. If she didn’t know he had a kind, gentle side, she would be outraged whenever he called attention to her humanness, but beneath his often ruthless exterior laid a tender side he revealed only to her. He proved it with his stolen kisses, his habit of stroking her hair, the way he curled her body into his as they slept, and by surprising her with trinkets from the marketplace or bringing home a basket of her favorite berries.
“I’m waiting.”
“I promise to be a good little human and obey my husband.” Miracle of miracles, she managed not to burst into laughter. The fact that she was standing before him, naked and exposed, helped her focus on the seriousness of her predicament. A spanking from Roc was no laughing matter.
He patted his thigh, and she reluctantly lowered herself across his lap.
“Spread your legs a bit, Anya.”
She flushed and felt a pang of desire stirring in her core. Swallowing hard, she hoped he didn’t detect her arousal. After the first few sessions over his knee, once she realized he wouldn’t really hurt her, her body had begun to respond to his strength and power. Though she’d never admit it out loud, she craved his dominance as much as she craved the tenderness he displayed to her after meting out discipline.