The Unexplored (For Frankfly)

But Amia quickly dashed those hopes by landing a slap that was just as terrifyingly powerful on her other cheek, making it bounce just as hard and leaving a matching red blotch. Then, the terrifying, steady rhythm began to set in, with the slaps coming slowly, but powerfully, every one of them a monstrously hard blow. "How many times have I had to do this since you were assigned to my vessel?" she scolded. "I've had it up to here with you acting like a bratty teenager, Delra. So help me, I'm going to see you behaving like a proper officer if I have to drag you over my knee every damn night before bed."

The idea led Kit to lick her chops again. Bedtime spankies? Oooh, how delicious!

[FrankFly]

Delra couldn't pay attention to Amia's lecture right now. The white hot pain in her bottom was too great to both keep count and listen to the captain's scolding at the same time. Every smack sent an overwhelming stinging sensation surging through her quickly reddening buttocks. They had only made it up to seven, and Delra's resolve was beginning to break.

"Aaah!" she yelped as the paddle pounded her little, round backside for the eighth time. Fifty wasn't even her goal anymore. Delra was certain that she couldn't hold out for the entirety of the cruel punishment without crying. Instead, she would just have to try and set a reasonable score that the spectating fox would have trouble beating. Another wail of pain passed through the navigator's lips as the ninth strike fell. However, no tears had escaped from her eyes, yet.

Amia sighed as she spanked away, keeping careful track of every slap, her focus completely on Delra at the moment. She forwent any further scolding for right now, preferring to do it when her subordinates were in a position to listen. Then, as she finished up with the twelfth strike, the brush moved lower and the unfortunate navigator felt some heavy slaps landing on her exposed sit spots.

[FrankFly]

The sixteenth smack, which was impeccably well placed, was the one that did Delra in. The sting caused tears to well up in her eyes and run out, faster than she could blink them out. She was crying now... Far from bawling, but now crying, shamed and defeated. Not only had she seemingly lost the bet, she had many more smacks to come. Her mascara was beginning to run down her face as more tears trickled down her cheek.

Of course, tears weren't going to stop her tough-as-nails superior from delivering the full extent of her punishment, and she continued to spank, and spank, and spank, watching as her tush began to turn a darker shade of red, spreading over her pale skin like ivy.

Kit leaned back as she watched, quite confident in his ability to outlast such a menial score as that. She had to bite her tongue to keep from making a snide comment about either Delra's performance or her impeccably cute ass.

Wait, cute?!

[FrankFly]

Tears continued to trickle freely down the navigator's face. She did not apologize, nor did she argue with the captain, but instead, let out a raspy gasp of pain every time the huge, agony-bringing brush connected with her bottom, pancaking the cheek it made contact with, before causing the chubby, red buttock to jiggle. Delra strongly felt that if the captain were to hit any harder, her backside would burst from the force of the impact... Then again, even though Amia was a very strong woman, Delra wasn't entirely sure if she could hit harder... She seemed to be going all out on her unfortunate, rebellious bottom.

They were up to thirty or forty now... Delra had lost count. There was no rest for her poor, red bottom. Even when not being scorched by the paddle-like brush, it constantly ached and burned from the previous blows that it had suffered.

And the blows just continued to rain down. As she neared her goal, Amia began to slow her slaps even more, letting every single strike build to one aching pain peak before slamming the brush down again. After what seemed like forever, she set the brush down and rubbed the young woman's back. "There," she stated. "I think that I've made my point very clear this time."

[FrankFly]

It seemed to Delra like that captain had long since passed fifty swats, but still continued to add fuel to the raging fire that burned on the well-reddened skin of her backside. The navigator's bottom felt as if it were a hot coal when Amia finally set the paddle aside. Delra said nothing, and instead continued to sob breathlessly, trying hard to control herself. She did not want to try to say anything, for fear that she would apologize on accident. Certainly, she was sorry that she had to receive this barbaric bottom-warming, but she wasn't really sorry for her actions. Gingerly, she tried crawling off of the captain's lap, her bright red butt waving through the air as she moved, testing to see if the captain would stop her.

Amia did stop her, shaking her head. "I want an apology first," she stated. "A sincere one, young lady." She closed her eyes for a moment. "I don't enjoy this, but you have proven quite a handful on every mission we've been on together. If you keep this up, I might have no other option than to report your constant misdemeanors to the head office. I honestly would be very sad to see you have to deal with their version of discipline.

Watching her backside wiggle, Kit was thoroughly enjoying the show she was putting on, as well as the look of her nice, roasted backside.

[FrankFly]

"I-I'm sorry, captain," Delra said. Her voice carried a tone of sincerity, but the navigator was thankful she didn't have to look Amia in the eye when she said it, as the captain would easily see through her act of false remorse. She was quickly reverting back to her regular state of mind, and could feel her face growing hot again as she remembered that Kit's eyes were still glued to her rosy rump. Worst of all, she remembered that blasted bet, and unless the captain had something serious in store for Kit, then she had lost the little wager...