The Unexplored (For Frankfly)

Amia finished up with one final crack against her defenseless backside before replacing her belt. "Now, join Delra in the corner, Kit," she said gently, rubbing her back, giving her a moment to collect herself before pulling her to the corner as well. "Now, I want no more tomfoolery out of either of you today. And I will be inspecting both of your quarters before the day is out, and if it is not satisfactory, you can expect a hand spanking before bed," she stated. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes ma'am..." the fox sniffled, wiggling her sore tushy back and forth a bit.

Amia nodded and pat both their shoulders. "I don't enjoy doing this," she stated softly. "So please don't force my hand anymore. Now, you two may have five minutes to collect yourselves, and then return to your stations." She turned and walked over to the door.

[FrankFly]

Delra rolled her head around irritably as Amia launched into her regular post-spanking comfort. She had heard this drivel plenty of times before, and normally ignored most of what was said, unless she was asked a question. Then she would just respond positively.

"Yeah," Delra grumbled when asked if she understood what would happen if her room remained a mess. Finally, the captain left, much to Delra's dismay, as it left her alone with the victor of their little bet. The last thing Delra wanted to hear right now was gloating, and talk of what was going to happen to her hiney. Maybe she could distract the fox from the subject, even if it was just a temporary diversion.

"I don't enjoy doing this," Delra repeated in a high, mocking voice as she pulled her purple thong back up, although the underpants did nothing to cover up her glowing posterior. "Yeah, you could have fooled me," the navigator grumbled, bending forward to pull up her pants, which rested in a crumpled heap around her ankles. "Do you think she has a kink for this, or is she just a natural-born sadist?"

Kit didn't answer. He was busy sniffling, her head placed against the corner, rubbing softly, whimpering a little bit, trying to rub out the pain with one hand and wipe his eyes with the other, his tail low against the ground as he tried hard to calm herself down.

The captain sighed and rubbed her shoulder, shaking her head gently as she headed back to the bridge, sitting down in her chair and running a hand through her hair. "Status report, Lady," she said gently. "I want to know how close we are to our destination."

[FrankFly]

Delra saw that the fox had the smugness spanked out of her, and saw her chance to escape without being ridiculed for losing. Comforting the fox hadn't even crossed the selfish navigator's mind.

"Well, I-I should be getting to my room now. T-To clean," she said quickly, redoing her belt and making a beeline towards the door, away from Kit, still massaging her strapped bottom. Delra paused for a moment in the doorway, viewing Kit rubbing that cute little spanked...

Wait, cute?!

Delra was completely surprised that she had actually thought that. She couldn't explain it, but for some reason, she felt as though Kit had thought something very similar.

Out on the bridge, Lady's grey eyes looked to the captain as she approached. The android made note of how her commander was rubbing her shoulder.

"All systems normal, captain. Should our travel continue without any obstructions, we should reach the destination planet in approximately 61 hours," Lady stated. Her cold eyes softened a little. "Captain, are you experiencing muscle soreness? Shall I come to your quarters later to give you a massage?"

Kit took a few deep breaths before calming herself enough to tug up his pants, wincing as it traveled over the abused flesh. She hadn't realized how upset Amia had been with her over that stuff. She'd never been spanked so soundly before. Normally, he didn't mind the captain's punishments, even welcomed them, but this one went above and beyond what he could have handled. The only plus was the fact that she'd won the bet.

The bet! She hadn't even had a chance to gloat, he'd been in so much pain! Oh well, she would rectify that later tonight when she made sure that Delra's ass stayed a tad more sore, hehehe...

Amia shook her head, rubbing her shoulder a bit more. "I appreciate your offer, Lady, but I'll be just fine, it's nothing that a good night's sleep won't rectify."

[FrankFly]

Delra hurried to her quarters, worried that the fox might try to follow. She was moving a bit stiffly in order to prevent her pants from irritating her paddled backside too much. She didn't really plan on cleaning, but instead, walked right through her garbage dump of a room and reached her equally messy bathroom, where she pressed a button. Instantly, the tub began filling with cool water... Exactly what she needed after such a rump roasting. She began to strip, the bathwater looking very hospitable for a sore rear.

Lady's eyes narrowed slightly when her offer was refused. She didn't want to admit it, but she had ulterior motives for wanting to be alone with the captain in her quarters.

"Captain, I insist," she said, a bit more forcefully, although there was still the polite, professional edge to her monotone, as it was the way she had been programmed to speak with authority.

Kit walked back to her own quarters, which weren't exactly neat but no where near the bomb sight that Delra's was. She hastily took the contraband and stuffed it into the waste dump, jettisoning it quickly before she caressed her backside a little bit. It stung a lot, but the throbbing was already starting to subside and right now her thoughts drifted back to the reward she had earned. Grinning, she decided that she wanted to do some gloating and trotted down the hall, wincing a little as she moved, intending on giving Delra a nice, impromptu visit. She stopped before her door and, not bothering the knock or anything, trotted right in.

Amia raised a brow as lady's voice grew slightly more demanding. "I beg your pardon?" she asked. "You insist?" She didn't appreciate the android's tone at all, but she sighed, having dealt with insubordination enough for today. "Very well, Lady, I suppose a quick massage won't hurt."

[FrankFly]

Delra had just dropped her bra to the floor and was preparing to enter the tub when she heard rustling in her cabin. Her arms instantly reaching out to cover her exposed breasts and shaved privates.

"Who's that?" she demanded. "Kit, if that's you, I swear, I'll..." she started looking around the bathroom for a towel, or anything to cover herself with, but the clutter made locating such an object difficult. The footsteps were growing closer, and no shield for her naked body was making itself available.

Lady wasn't sure how to respond to the captain as Amia raised an eyebrow, obviously not impressed with her rare display of attitude. She was thankful when the captain agreed to the massage.

"Very well. I shall wait in your quarters," Lady stated, standing up from her chair, and strutting down the hallway.

Kit giggled. "Oh don't worry it's just your friendly foxy, here to give you a good, hard gloating!" she practically bounded through the bathroom door, doing a small twirl. "Just here to tell you that while you put up a valiant effort, the better shipmate won... out... and..." he paused his ramblings as he noticed that she was naked, in the tub, blinking. "Yowza..." she whispered, face flushing under her fur.

Amia watched her go and sighed a bit, bringing up Lanka on the holocom. "Sorry to bother you, Lanka, but I need you to keep an eye on the ship for me a little while. I have a few matters that need to be attended to. And make sure Tipi is doing okay as well."

"Um, yes ma'am, of course ma'am!" she nodded quickly.

"Good." The captain stood up and stretched, sighing as she headed off after Lady, wondering what had gotten into the android as of late.

[FrankFly]

If Kit was blushing underneath his fur, it was nothing compared to the bright red shade the Delra's face had suddenly turned. The navigator tried to sound tough, but it was difficult to do in such a state.

"I-I don't care if I'm naked, you'll regret it if you don't look away right now!" Delra warned weakly, feeling as if she was shrinking as Kit's eyes scanned her naked body. She wanted to desperately to give the fox a good thump on the head, but knew doing so would expose one of the parts she was trying so desperately to keep covered with her hands.

Meanwhile, Lady stood in the captain's room, observing her surroundings. She had never been in here. Sure, her curiosity had caused her to thoroughly search the other crew mates rooms (Something that they still didn't know about.) but her respect for the captain had always kept her out of this particular cabin. Her grey eyes fell upon the massive hairbrush. Surely, it was too big for brushing hair... Lady reached out for it, and began to pick it up, but just as she did so, the door opened. She quickly set it back down, hoping the captain hadn't noticed that she had been doing a bit of innocent snooping.

"Captain," Lady greeted, a strange edge behind her monotone. Was it embarrassment again? "P-Please, lay face down on the bed."