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Love on a Forbidden Planet
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Table of Contents:
Part One – The Carpenter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Part Two – On Corvus-3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part Three – The Barbas
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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Part One – The Carpenter
Chapter One
Stardate 3527.6.23 – Three p.m. – Dr. Wilhelm's Office
"Miss Toller, you do understand what it is that you did wrong?" Dr. Kart Wilhelm rose from his chair with the unstoppable swelling of lava oozing from a volcano.
Amy Toller knew what Professor Wilhelm meant, but she still did not consider her action to have been 'wrong'. Nonetheless, she responded with, "Yes, sir. I do apologize for my rash action. I was simply—"
"You were simply disregarding your training and orders." His face reddened with the pending volcanic eruption of his anger. "How many times have you been instructed not to interfere with the local populations on the planets we visit?"
The answer was: at least a score. But when she had seen the female fall into the river, she could not sit idly by and watch the child drown. No amount of training would have kept her inside the secluded observation hut. Amy opened her mouth, and began to think of her response. She was saved from a verbal blunder when her superior continued.
"You willfully exposed our presence to the alien population." His voice began to crescendo. "A population that has been deemed to be intelligent. There is no means with which to measure the damage you have done to their natural development progression."
Amy had already heard this lecture from the Ground Control Officer.
She had not taken the time to reason out the ultimate outcome of her action. The child—no more than three years old—and two adult females had seen her. Surely they would tell others of their species the story of the mysterious being that had appeared from nowhere to pull the child from the river. The females would attempt to use their primitive language to relate the event to the others, possibly create some drawings. Amy could only hope that the event would then be forgotten.
"In addition to exposing them to the knowledge of other beings—other magical, god-like beings—you have altered their genetic pool."
"Sir, I don't see how—"
"Miss Toller, you can't be serious! You are well on your way to earning a doctoral degree in Alien Anthropology. You came to me with the highest recommendation from Dr. Hinefellow."
Professor Wilhelm was correct. She did know exactly what would be the genetic result of her action. Still, she could not have stopped herself. Amy had been studying Alien Anthropology at the Eden University for two years when her advisor, Dr. Hinefellow, suggested this internship aboard the Star Cruiser Carpenter. "During the assignment, you will be working directly for Dr. Kart Wilhelm," Dr. Hinefellow had said as he presented the idea to her. "Dr. Wilhelm, quite literally, wrote the book on the determination of intelligence in alien populations." At the time, her objection had been to the year she would have to spend voyaging in outer space. She had thought that this long break in her studies would slow her progress toward her doctorate degree. Dr. Hinefellow had countered with a description of the adventure she would have. She would visit several worlds where man had never before ventured. She would be the first Alien Anthropologist to examine the populations they discovered. "You are at the head of your class, Miss Toller. This is a reward for your hard work. The richness of this experience will accelerate your career for many years to come," Dr. Hinefellow had said to seal the deal.
Amy locked eyes with Professor Wilhelm. "I misspoke, sir." She calmed her voice
into a professional timbre, seeking to subvert his eruption, and her possible dismissal from the project. "I do fully understand the Darwin process of genetic selection, commonly, instinctively used within many primitive populations. I acted rashly and incorrectly when I interfered with this natural process. It won't happen again."
"Humph." The professor returned to his seat and picked up his tablet. Seeming to be ignoring her, he spent a moment reading. Gradually, he relaxed and his skin tone returned to normal. "Well then, after your discipline, you may return to your duties."
Amy paused, sucking in a breath.
Discipline? Whatever can he mean?
His strict declaration and demanding persona sent a shockwave through her belly. Quivering, she waited, but he did not continue. She remained standing before his desk.
"Well, go on." He looked up at her bewildered face. "Into the corner you go, twenty minutes."
"What?"
"Be grateful that I'm not going to spank you—this time. Trust me, if any similar event ever occurs again, I will spank you, most thoroughly."
Amy still didn't move.
Spank me?
Her cheeks flushed with heat. She was sure that her parents had swatted her bottom as a toddler, but she had no memory of such an experience. She had most certainly never been spanked as an adult. She imagined the humiliation of having her backside treated with a child's penance.
"Now, Miss Toller. You have earned yourself twenty minutes in the corner, during which time you will contemplate the error of your ways." He pointed toward the corner behind her. "Don't make me reconsider the lenient manner of this discipline."
Slowly, unsure of exactly what he required, she turned and stepped toward the corner.
Can he do this? Could he actually spank me? Wouldn't the Captain toss him into the brig?
"Stop, stand there," he commanded, when she was two feet from the junction of the walls. "Fold your hands behind your back. Without slouching, bend forward, and put your nose into the corner."
As her face flushed in shame, Amy complied. She was grateful that he could not see the evidence of her embarrassment.
"Do you remember what it is that you are to spend this time contemplating?"
"Yes, sir," she said to the wall. "I am to think about the inappropriateness of interfering with the alien populations."
"Very well, I've set the timer."
Amy did spend a few minutes reminding herself of the Interplanetary Council's requirements concerning contact with aliens. Contact with any population that had not achieved space travel was strongly discouraged. Taking any action that could possibly, no matter how remote the probability, alter the direction of the development of an intelligent population was strictly forbidden. As a scientist, an Alien Anthropologist, Amy was allowed to travel to the surface of the planets and study the aliens in their natural habitat. As a member of the Ground Team, she had been drilled with the necessity to obey the Council's mandates.
On the surface of Hydrus-4, she had been concealed inside an invisibility hut while observing a herd-like group of primitive bipeds. This collection of females and children were catching fish in a river. They would stand in the rushing water with their hands close to the bottom. When a fish swam over their fingers, they would quickly scoop it up and toss it onto the bank. This maneuver was very common among primitive populations. And, as the elders were clearly providing instructions of the technique to the children, this was part of the determination that this alien population was actually intelligent, despite their lack of tools, farming, or social order. This, and other factors, had led to their score of six out of a possible ten on the Caldwell intelligence scale. Therefore, it was expected that they would eventually achieve language, tools, and dominance of the planet.
For this reason, Amy had slated that the planet was to be considered inhabited, and that lanthanum mining was inappropriate on Hydrus-4. While the Carpenter engaged in scientific study, the true purpose of their voyage was to locate deposits of lanthanum on the alien worlds.
Unfortunately, before her team could be invisibly extracted, one of the young girls had fallen into the fast water. The others had seen her fall, but did nothing to rescue her. Amy had been surprised by this inaction. Up to that point, the population had shown distinct empathy towards one another. After determining that the adult females were not going to save the child—perhaps they could not swim—Amy had exited the invisibility hut. In full view of the natives, she jumped into the water. Using her greater height, she waded over to retrieve the drowning child. Returning the child's lifeless body to the shore, Amy had used mouth-to-mouth to resuscitate her. Two of the females had seen her breathe life back into the child's body. As they stared, bewildered at the child's recovery, Amy had returned to the invisibility hut. As she had hoped, the females had not seen where she had disappeared to.
Standing in the corner, Amy's nose began to hurt. Her face burned with the humiliation of being treated like a child. She was a twenty-four-year-old doctoral student. Surprisingly, her butt began to itch, and her thoughts returned to the possibility that Dr. Wilhelm would spank her. He was at least sixty. The lecherous old man could almost be her grandfather. The mere idea of being paddled should have angered her, yet each nerve-ending in the taut skin of her bottom tingled.
There must certainly be a rule against such abuse!
Amy considered asking the Duty Officer. However, the notion of discussing spanking with anyone was unbearably embarrassing. She resolved to silently endure her corner time. She would not report Dr. Wilhelm's discipline, but she would also ensure that she never violated a rule again. She would not give him cause to make good on his threat.
Her hands wanted to scratch the spreading itch on her fanny.
How would he spank me? Over his lap like a child?
Amy envisioned herself folded over his knee as he swatted her bottom. Or, perhaps, he would bend her over his desk and use a paddle.
Would he spank me through the thin material of my jumpsuit, or force me to bare myself?
With her bottom jutting backward, she imagined Dr. Wilhelm admiring the curves of her backside framed by the taut, thin fabric of her jumpsuit. She had spent the past several years trying to lose the extra pounds that were attached to her hips. She wondered if the professor liked her round apple bottom. Suddenly, her pussy clenched. She pinned her thighs together in an effort to confine her swelling lady parts.
Crikey! Why is this turning me on?
"Time's up."
Amy straightened her stiff back. She rubbed her sore nose and returned to stand in front of his desk.
"To further cement your understanding of what has transpired, I expect you to provide me with a composition on the Darwin process and the possible results of your action. This will be presented to the Interplanetary Council with our report on Hydrus-4. You may go now, Miss Toller."
"Thank you, sir." Wondering what it was that she was thanking him for, she stoically walked from his office and straight to her cabin. She did not encounter any of her friends, although she knew they would eventually learn of her error on Hydrus-4 and rib her about the mistake. Hopefully, they would never learn about the corner time event.
Dropping onto her bed, she stared at the ceiling. She wanted to be filled with rage at Dr. Wilhelm, but the anger would not appear. She understood that she had been wrong to save the child. Her supervisor was simply doing his job, teaching her to be an Alien Anthropologist. He was ultimately responsible for the determination of which planets could be mined and which could not. He had escorted her during her first visit to an alien planet's surface, but since then he had allowed her to be his eyes and ears. She had been the scientist who had made the intelligence determinations of the alien populations on the subsequent three worlds visited by the Carpenter.
After the debacle with the child on Hydrus-4, Amy's three-person team had waited inside the cramped hut until darkness. Then she had called down the retrieval shuttle. While they waited, she had
endured hours of silent treatment from her two teammates. Upon their return to the Carpenter, she had spent another hour being lectured by the Ground Control Officer. She had half expected the ship's captain to appear and reprimand her. Then she had been instructed to go to Dr. Wilhelm's office.
I behaved unprofessionally. Perhaps I really do deserve a spanking.
Somehow, Amy considered that she would feel better if he had done more than merely threaten to paddle her. It would be easier to put the Hydrus-4 business behind her if he had actually spanked her.
It had been a long time since she had slept. Glancing at the clock, she saw that she had three hours before her date with Mario. Rolling over and rubbing her still itching butt, Amy hoped that Dr. Wilhelm would not deem her to be unfit to travel with the ground teams. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Stardate 3527.6.23 – Six p.m. – The Mess Hall
"So, I hear you had a busy day." Exactly two minutes into their date, Mario turned to the subject Amy least wanted to discuss.
"Good news travels fast." She returned to pushing her Salisbury steak around on her plate. The food aboard the Carpenter was healthy, but that was pretty much all one could say about it. The pseudo-meat was in fact some sort of processed chemical protein, no actual animal flesh was involved. In the kitchen, food was not cooked, it was constituted from the various base chemicals and flavor additives. However, the meat had an acceptable texture and taste. Her reluctance to eat it stemmed from her preoccupations with other concerns.
"What will come of it?" Mario continued.
"I have to write a report to the Interplanetary Council, confessing my transgression. Hopefully, this blight won't stain my ability to complete my doctoral studies."
"That's all?"
She looked up to examine his eyes. He had an excited glimmer, a twinkle in his eyes and a sly grin.
