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The Punishment of Ms. Uhura

Chapter 3 of 3

Nude, prostrate once more over a chair, Uhura watched breathlessly as Commander Spock walked to her. She admired his toned lithe physique, the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest, his long graceful legs, and the polished boots on his feet... Uhura clamped her lips together, as she did her very best to suppress a giggle. A difficult feat to accomplish, considering the current situation, his nakedness, and his very stoic Vulcan face. By the time he reached her, she had buried all traces of humour. Insolent behaviour at this time would not be beneficial.

Standing mere centimetres away from her, the commander caressed the sensitised skin over her spine. "You still carry the mark of my hand." He ghosted his fingers over the abused skin of her buttocks. "I find it very stimulating."

She shivered from his touch and territorial words. She also hoped that by finding her hand-printed lower cheeks stimulating, he would be less inclined to administer another spanking. Uhura was quiet certain, she had employed the appropriate behaviour he required. She knew when to follow the rules, well mostly.

His long fingers swept the damp seam of her ass, dipping lower to her pussy. This time when he drove two fingers into her dripping opening, she could not stop herself from moving to his rapid tempo. He stroked and rubbed over the bundle of nerves deep inside her core. She reacted by clutching excitedly at his invading fingers.

"Do you enjoy my fingers moving within you, Ms. Uhura?" The question sounded levelled and composed. The opposite of what she felt.

"God yes," she panted. His repeated manipulation of her special spot conspired to drive her insane.

"Would you like me to keep at it?" he asked, adding a third finger into her pussy.

"Yes! Good, so good," she moaned.

Commander Spock leaned over, and his lips pressed moist open-mouthed kisses along her sweat slicked back. His free hand skimmed along her thigh and side, coming to rest just below her breasts. Uhura's skin positively sizzled under the erotic contact. She closed her eyes and yielded to the riot of feelings that flooded her entire body. His thumb found her clit and danced across the swollen mound of flesh. Back and forth, he teased her, while stroking her inner walls with more force and speed. She pushed back harder onto his hand and plundering fingers. She was so close. She could feel herself moving back up to that sharp peak. It was exquisite, and she yearned to fall over. She felt her whole body tense in anticipation. She needed two; perhaps three more strokes and she would...

He pulled his fingers from her body a second time for the night. In a fit of frustrated anger, she turned around and snarled, "Don't you dare leave me hanging."

Nonchalant, he stood back. With slow flicks of his tongue, he leisurely licked her juices from his fingers. Abruptly, his act reminded her of a contented cat with a large bowl of cream. When he finished cleaning his fingers, he said, "For your repeated disrespect, I forbid you from achieving an orgasm without my permission."

She actually whimpered and dropped her head. Her body trembled from unabated craving and exhaustion. Her breath came in short gasps. Her body felt like one giant raw nerve. Would Starfleet have a problem with her committing bodily harm on one of their best officers? Uhura was sure if she explained her reasons; they would understand and have mercy on her.

"You are fortunate, Ms. Uhura," he purred, as his fingers lazily stroked his impressively recovered cock. An act that should have been lewd, except he somehow made it seductive.

"You see, I have a pressing need only you can assuage."

Commander Spock came to her and took her hand in his, pulling her up onto her trembling legs. For the first time tonight, his mouth sought hers in gentle kiss. Her lips parted with a sigh. Their tongues met, mingled, and teased each other. His arms circled her waist, as he moved to kiss along her neck.

Backing her up, he manoeuvred them until she stood, sore buttocks pressed into his cold desk. Uhura's hands journeyed to his damp shoulders, while she grounded her wet centre against his erection. It jumped and throbbed hotly as if it had a mind of its own. He removed her hands from his shoulders, placing them on the desk with a severe stare. She nodded. The message was loud and clear. He wanted them to remain on the desk.

Lowering his dark head, the commander peppered her skin with kisses. He started at her shoulders, moved to her clavicle, chest, and the volley of her breasts. Her eyes drifted to mere slits, at the feel of his agile tongue, trailing flames on her already overheated skin. When his mouth closed over her left nipple in a light bite, she moaned deep within her throat. His other hand sought out the neglected breast, plying it the way she had seen him handle million-credit machinery. He switched sides, paying utmost attention to her every squirm and sigh. She leaned back on her elbows, almost disobeying his last verbal command.

He travelled his way back up to her neck and made a small grunting sound. The blunt head of his cock pressed at her tight entrance. At last, Uhura thought, licking her parched lips. She shifted restlessly, and the tip of him entered her. Just that little bit caused shivers of pleasure to lick along her spine. Her whole body broke out in a new sheen of sweat, as warmth trickled from her and onto him.

"We are one," he exhaled and shoved himself deep into her.

She arched with sheer pleasure from him stretching her slick passage. "Oh, yes."

He pulled outward and thrust back in with great abandon. And with equal enthusiasm, she met him. Like a symphony to their copulation, the moist sound of flesh striking flesh, intimately surrounded them in the otherwise silent office. His lips met hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. Commander Spock definitely knew just how to turn her on and out. Had this been an examination of his skills, she would give him an A+.

He brought his forehead to hers and asked, "Am I pleasing you, Ms. Uhura?"

Too drunk on bliss, she nodded briefly, which was not good enough for him. He fisted her hair and tugged harshly. "I asked you a question and would appreciate a proper answer."

He really was good at being the bastard. "Sir," she gasped into the space between their lips. "You're doing a fantastic job."

"Excellent, because it is my job to ensure you are pleasured," he bit out and all veneer of Vulcan control fell away. His unfocused eyes were a black cauldron of churning desire. A harsh sensual expression blanketed his face, which delighted her senses, for she knew herself to be the cause. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, driving harder into her.

He released his grip on her hair, bringing the hand to her nipple. He fondled the dark bud, and Uhura's arms gave out. The hand that held her hip wrapped around her middle, keeping her upright. The fingers at her breast trailed their way to her clit and began strumming the swollen flesh. She convulsed around his hard length, biting her lips to hold off her orgasm.

Commander Spock pushed her backward until she lay flushed atop his desk. Her booted legs locked tightly at his slick back, pulling him closer. He leaned onto her, a solid weight of hot flesh. She arched into his relentless pounding thrusts. His wet fingers left her clit, finding her meld points. He found her gaze, and then created a temporary mental link between them. His overwhelming desire merged with her devastating lust. Fireworks erupted within her body and mind. In response she felt him swell, stretching her further.

"We do this together," he rasped and took her mouth in a fierce kiss.

Fuck yes, together for them was always so much better than alone. As their movements grew frantic, she broke his last verbal command by grabbing on to his broad shoulders. Blistering heat was everywhere, in her pussy, in her body, in her mind. It crashed through her, then into him, only to return hotter. She felt as if she would burn up if she were not careful.

With a savage growl, the commander's hands tightened on her hip, and her sex clenched in a powerful gut twisting orgasm. She screamed and trashed from the intensity of it. And together, they rode the wave of their shared climax.

***

When their breathing returned to normal, they separated. Spock stood and pulled Uhura upward. He kissed her gently, and then touched his forehead to hers. "Did you enjoy your early birthday present, Nyota?"

A wide grin pulled at her lips and she gazed at her beloved. She never imagined her first birthday aboard the Enterprise would involve kink. In the two years since they became lovers, he had never shown an inclination for this variety of sensuality. She would always remember her punishment, as one of the best birthday gifts ever. "Wow!" was all she could manage on her first attempt at speech.

"Am I to assume 'Wow' meant you enjoyed yourself?"

"Spock your performance was brilliant. I was truly terrified at the beginning, between wondering what I had done wrong and why I needed to be disciplined with a spanking."

He placed a finger under her chin and titled her face in concern. "My intension was not to terrify, but to offer the fulfilment of a fantasy."

"It mingled with my desire and heightened the experience. Please don't worry about it."

He sat in the chair she had bent over, pulling her onto his lap. Her arms enfolded him as she snuggled into his warmth, mindful of her still sore ass. Curiosity getting the best of her, Uhura had to ask that one question burning brightly within her mind. "How did you know about this particular fantasy? It's not something I've thought about since I was a student in your class."

"Last shore leave, you returned from your outing with Mr. Scott and Ensign Chekov in a remarkable talkative mood." Amusement evident in his voice as he added, "It was quite amazing actually, considering your state of inebriation."

Uhura groaned in embarrassment. She hardly remembered leaving the small drinking den. Scotty had wagered that he could out-drink both Chekov and her at the same time. Agreeing with Chekov to take him on was not one of her most brilliant decisions. "I only remember waking the next morning with a horrendous headache and an upset stomach."

"We had a very enlightening conversation that night before you passed out on my sofa."

"Really, what else did I divulge?"

"Are you certain, you wish to know the remaining details?"

She thought about the little she remembered from that night. She had a brief flash of asking Spock something rude about his ears. She decided it was better to live in ignorance just this once. "I am fine with not knowing."

Uhura combed her fingers through his hair and kissed his brow. She glanced behind him and noticed the PADD on the floor where she had dropped it. "Spock, about that subspace conversation with Gaila. You must know I wasn't serious," she said, although she was sure he understood. "And you were correct in your assessment. I was complacent in my anger."

"Indeed. I am sure you will exercise appropriate caution in the future." His lips twitched in a tiny smile. "I must confess that Gaila's torture scenario has warranted my interest."

Uhura laughed softly. This was Spock's way of saying he was terribly excited about her former roommate's suggestion. "So," she asked, "You would like a naughty chocolate session?"

The tips of his ears flushed green and she could not resist stroking them. "I think something can be arranged."

"That would be agreeable, my k'diwa," he whispered against her lips. They kissed lovingly, and she succumbed to the new heat coiling in her belly. Perhaps she could spare another round with Commander Spock. With the right incentive, she might even convince him to assist her in completing her assignment.

A/N: Thanks for reading and commenting. If you have read this elsewhere and decided to read it here for a second time, then double thanks to you. Please let me know if you would like a sequel. Smut is fun to write.