The Unexplored (For Frankfly)

Kit blinked as the navigator leaned forward, her eyes shut. She hadn't expected her to take the request seriously, but he wasn't one to let such an opportunity just slip by without taking advantage of it. She didn't much like Delra's attitude, but he did appreciate her body, so while the opportunity for a prank did present itself, she decided to just shrug it off and be nice this time. He leaned forward, placing a gentle paw on her cheek and touching her snout to her lips, giving her a soft lick, since his lips were not condusive to human kisses.

The captain nodded and left her to her duties, making her way back to her room, giving a slight sigh as she rubbed her arm. It was going to be quite stiff and sore by the time this day was done.

[FrankFly]

The navigator was quite surprised when she felt Kit draw closer, feeling the breathing coming from her snout. Eyes still screwed shut, the woman could now feel his paw on her cheek. She had never felt the touch of the fox before... Delra shuddered a bit as the creature's warm tongue made contact with her soft lips. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling, but Delra was so unfamiliar with the sensation that the navigator quickly pulled away, her face bright red.

"N-Now you're held to it," she said shakily, running her forearm across her mouth where the fox's tongue had touched. "I hope you're ready to lose," she taunted, getting back into her old stride, even though the color was still in her face.

Grinning, the fox nodded, licking his chops a little bit. "I'm looking forward to seeing you blush when YOU loose, my dear little girl," she taunted right back, drawing away as the captain walked in, her face serious.

"I trust that the two of you managed to behave yourselves while I was on the bridge?" she asked, swiftly walking over to her bed and retrieving the hairbrush once again, the back of it still warm from its encounter with Tipi's cute little bum.

[FrankFly]

Delra opened her mouth to respond, but the captain just entered. She eyed the terrible brush in the captain's hand with much contempt. She had felt it many times, but this time, she had to withstand it. She couldn't live with herself if she had to submit to a spanking at the hands of Kit. An idea came to the navigator. Perhaps, if she was polite and proper, the captain would take it easier on her. She quickly stood up straight, her arms at her side.

"Yes, captain," she quickly said, her cheeks still slightly pink. It was a shameless tactic, but Delra was determined to win the bet.

The captain raised a brow at her sudden respect. She knew the tactic quite well and had seen it used dozens of times, by both rookies and seasoned veterans. She wasn't about to let her shift in attitude and brown nosing lessen the punishment that she had earned. And to prove that she would not be impressed by a fleeting display of professionalism, she stood up and grabbed the young woman by her ear, marching her over to the bed and sitting down, undoing the front of her pants. "Now, explain to me why you are being punished," she ordered as she opened her belt.

[FrankFly]

Amia had quite a height advantage over Delra, so as the captain led the navigator to her bed, they resembled a mother who was about to spank her teenage daughter. As Amia began to fiddle with the front of her pants, Delra knew that soon, the captain would pull the trousers down and reveal her stringy purple thong. Knowing that the captain wouldn't take kindly to it, she decided to cooperate some more.

"Captain, I am about to receive this spanking for threatening to blackmail Kit, my improper uniform, and my unprofessional attitude," she stated, quickly and clearly, quite a contrast from her normal snarky, grumbling demeanor.

Amia nodded, tugging down her pants, eyes widening at the sight of the thong. Kit gave a nice, long whistle from her space in the corner as she watched this. "Yes... your VERY inappropriate uniform." She tugged the thong down and pulled her down over her lap, sandwiching the navigator's legs between her own to keep her from kicking. "You are going to receive fifty strikes from the hairbrush, as well as ten licks from the strap for all of this. Do you understand?" she asked, pushing a hand against her back and setting the heavy implement against Delra's backside.

[FrankFly]

Delra had caught on to the fact that her politeness wouldn't save her bottom from any of the harsh treatment that Amia had in store. However, she knew switching back to her normal behavior might yield a harder spanking, and so she answered formally when prompted to.

"I understand, captain," Delra said, her thoughts rushing. She would have to keep count of the swats, in order to set the score for Kit. The navigator was certain that the fox would be watching her own spanking very closely.

A sudden thought came into her head. Her pale bare bottom was on display for Kit. She had been so caught up in the competition that she had forgotten to be embarrassed. She could feel her face heating up again. She had never been spanked in front of an audience, and she certainly did not like the feeling. This, however, only gave her a stronger will to win the bet.

And Kit was watching VERY closely, her eyes traveling over the cute navigator's backside several times, admiring the pale cheeks that would soon be turning red. The androgynous alien felt her own face heat up under her fur. Much like how Delra hadn't had an audience before, she'd never gotten to witness a spanking either. She'd had her own punishments witnessed before, but this was her first time viewing it from this angle.

She was thoroughly enjoying it!

Amia nodded to the navigator before she took a deep breath and raised the huge paddle-like brush into the air... and then she brought it down, with surprising force. Far more than Delra had felt before. Evidently, her behavior had pushed the captain to the point of extreme annoyance. She was determined to make sure this was one paddling that she would not forget any time soon.

[FrankFly]

Delra couldn't explain how, but she could feel the fox's eyes scanning her naked backside. The navigator didn't have much time to think about how embarrassing this was; the first strike had made contact with her bare, chubby rear, causing her buttocks to wobble violently in response to the blow.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, taken completely by surprise, her body giving a single, mighty wriggle in response to the intense pain that had just surged into her bottom. Both of her legs flew into the air in a frantic, aimless kick, throwing her slightly off balance, and forcing the navigator to catch herself with her arms, preventing herself from tumbling headfirst off of the captain's lap.

Never before had the captain put so much force into a smack with that dreadful paddle... Why had she decided to now? Of all times, why now, when this bet was on the line? How was she supposed to endure fifty of these without crying? Delra wasn't sure she could make it past fifteen... Regaining her composure across the captain's lap, Delra prayed that this smack had only been so hard in order to gain her attention... Perhaps, the following ones wouldn't be as severe? The navigator could only hope at this point.