The BLTS Archive- A Lesson in Discipline
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Notes: Part of the "Spock Fuhq Fest"

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Warning: This story contains non-consensual sex in the form of
coercion and domination ... nothing violent ... nobody gets hurt.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns all things TREK, I just like to
borrow the characters once in a while to let them have a little fun
(TPTB would NEVER let them behave like this) ... no copyright
infringement intended, I make no money off of this.

July 2000

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Spock looked up as he heard the Captain yelp. He quickly assessed the
situation, and determined that the Yeoman had apparently spilled the
coffee she had brought for him. As Kirk stood there, trying to
minimize the damage to his genitals with the feeble help of the
Yeoman, Spock could not help but notice how young she looked.
Obviously, this was her first assignment, and she was not starting out
on the best foot.

"Captain ... do you require assistance?" Spock asked, with a raised
eyebrow, and a touch of humor in his voice.

Kirk looked up sharply, obviously not in a mood to joke, and flatly
stated, "Spock  ... I'll be in my quarters if you need me." And,
taking one last look at the trembling Yeoman, shook his head, and said
to Spock, "You have the Bridge."

"Very well, Captain."

As the turbolift closed on Kirk, Spock noticed that the Yeoman was
still standing there, apparently waiting for something. "Was there
something you wanted, Yeoman ...?"

"Rand, sir." She did not meet his eyes as she continued, "No ... I
mean, Yes. The Captain was supposed to initial the crew efficiency
reports."

"Then I suggest you continue with your duties, and return with the
reports when the Captain is back on the bridge." Spock said
matter-of-factly.

"Of course, Mr. Spock."she said, as she clumsily retrieved the padd
and the spilt coffee cup, and started for the turbolift.

"Ms. Rand." Spock said, and when she turned to face him, he continued,
"Please schedule a meeting with me at 1630 this afternoon ... it is my
custom to meet with all new personnel and help them get familiar with
the routine of the ENTERPRISE."

Stammering, she replied, "Of course, sir. 1630 hours ... in your
office?"

Spock just nodded. He watched her closely as she left the bridge.

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Spock returned to his quarters at 1615 and went thought his bathroom,
knocked on Kirk's door, and let himself in. "Jim," he said, seeing his
friend sitting at his desk. "Are you well? I was concerned when you
did not return to the bridge."

"I'm fine, Spock ... but I needed to escape for a while." shutting
down the files he was working on, he stood and came across the room to
sit on the sofa. Spock sat next to him and, putting his arm around his
shoulders, leaned in to kiss Jim tenderly. "Thanks ... I needed that."
Kirk said, as he rested his head on his lovers shoulder. After a
moment of companionable silence, Jim went on in a quiet tone, "Can you
believe that was the third time, in the week she has been on board,
that she's spilt coffee on me?" He sat up, shaking his head, "I don't
know what's wrong with her," he said, exacerbated, "I've never seen
someone acting as nervous as she does ... as if she's hiding
something, and afraid I'll find out what it is." 

"How is her work?" Spock asked ... he wanted to know more about her
before they met.

"Oh ... her work is excellent ... that is, when she isn't late, or
dropping padds, or misplacing files, or spilling coffee on
everything." Kirk stood, and started to pace, "I don't know what to do
... I tried talking to her ... you know, to see if she was adjusting
to everything ... but things have been even worse since then." He
stopped, and faced Spock, "Have you had your indoctrination meeting
with her yet?"

"I am scheduled to meet with her in approximately 5.7 minutes," he
said, as he placed his hand on Jim's shoulder. "I will endeavor to
instill the proper degree of propriety and discipline in her ... and
perhaps I will be able to determine why you make her so nervous."
Smiling slightly, he continued, "perhaps your reputation has preceded
you ... and she is afraid that you are going to seduce her."

Kirk laughed, "perhaps you could assure her that *that* is not likely
to happen."

"I will do my best, T'hy'la."

"Good luck ... dinner at 1900?" Jim said with a hug.

"Of course." and Spock went back into his quarters to wait for Yeoman
Janice Rand.

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Rand was lost ... and running very late. She had been so wrapped up in
her work, that she had lost all sense of time, and now, she was going
to be late for her meeting with the First Officer. As she frantically
searched for his office ... which she eventually discovered was in his
quarters ... she started to panic. She couldn't allow herself to be
shipped out. She needed to prove that she could handle this post.

// Finally! // she thought, as she came upon the correct room. Trying
her best to compose herself, she took a final look at her chronometer,
// only 5 minutes late ... I hope he is in a forgiving mood //. As she
stepped in front of the sensor, she straightened her uniform, and
squared her shoulders in preparation for the upcoming meeting.

**Enter** she heard through the door ... and stepped forward. "You
wanted to see me, sir." she said, as she approached his desk and stood
at attention (although how anyone can stand at attention while looking
at the floor is anybody's guess, but she had managed to do just that).

"At ease, Yeoman."

She looked up at the sound of his voice ... and was surprised to see
that he was out of uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black robe of
some kind. At the moment, he was not paying any attention to her ...
although he may have been looking at her file. She would have been, if
their positions were reversed.

After a moment, he shut down his terminal, and looked at her with an
intensity that she found unnerving. She was beside herself trying to
figure out what he was thinking ... and if she was in danger of losing
her posting on the ENTERPRISE.

"Ms. Rand ..." he said, and when he knew he had her undivided
attention, he continued, "let me begin by informing you that the
Captain is not going to reprimand you for your earlier clumsiness ...
but he does ask that you be more careful, in future." At her look of
relief, he continued, "it is my duty as First Officer to apprize you
of the proper procedures and protocols that you are required to follow
in order to ensure the smooth functioning of this ship."

Standing, he suddenly came around to the front of his desk, and
casually leaning on it with his arms crossed, he continued, "there is
a certain degree of discipline that we must adhere to, and it is my
job to see that everyone follows the rules to the letter."

As he leaned back to retrieve a small whip from his desk, the front of
his robe opened to reveal that he was wearing nothing more than thigh
high boots, and a black leather thong. The sight of the perfectly
sculpted Vulcan body was enough to make her panties sweat! But the
thought of what he planned to do with that small whip made her shiver
... it was a most curios duel sensation.

Turning back to her, he went on, "although the Captain does not see
the need to reprimand you, *I* believe that a certain amount of
punishment is required to ensure that the incident does not recur."
Coming up close to her, he strokes the shaft of the whip along her
cheek, asking, "Do you not agree?"

Swallowing hard, she tries to answer, but it comes out as a whisper,
"yes, sir"

Slapping her lightly across her face, he admonishes here, "Yeoman ...
do not cower when you speak to me ... or any ranking officer." And
tipping her face so that their eyes meet, he went on, "always look a
person in the eye when you speak to them ... and speak up. Is that
understood?"

"Yes, sir!" She answered, with just the slightest quiver to her voice.

"Very good." Suddenly, he stepped back from her, and removed his robe.
Giving her a quick once-over, he said, "today, I will teach you the
benefit of following orders ... to the letter ... and without
question. If you do as I order, I will forgo punishment for your
previous transgressions. However, if you fail to show the proper
discipline, your punishment will be quite severe. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." she said, in a far more confident tone that her previous
reply.

"Very well. Remove your clothing," he said, as he stroked the side of
her face with the handle of the whip. Stepping back to watch her
disrobe, he decided that this first time, he would go easy on her ...
although, he would not tell her that.       

Completely naked, she stood in front of him, trembling. She could see
his arousal, and was terrified ... rumor was that Vulcan's were far
larger than the average human, and from what she could see through the
thong, the rumors were not exaggerated. So mesmerized by the sight,
she did not hear his latest order ... she did not even realize he had
spoken until she felt the lash of the whip across her thigh ... not
hard enough to break skin, but enough to get her attention.

"Next time, it will be harder," he said, Coldly. Seeing that he once
again had her attention, he repeated, "kneel in front of me, and kiss
my boots ... then, remove the thong, and suck my cock."

She hesitated, until he moved the whip slightly. Fearing the whip more
than his cock, she knelt ... and kissed his feet. Slowly, she sat back
on her heals, and reached up to remove the thong. Her fingers were
numb from fear, and she stumbled with the unfamiliar closings on the
sides, but soon had it off ... and gasped when she saw his engorged
flesh.

Green-ish in color, it was nearly 9 inches long, and at least 2 inches
thick ... with a double ridge. Below, the balls where large and full
... this was the most magnificent and frightening sight she had ever
seen. Tentatively, she took hold of the long shaft, and stroked the
full length of it. At her touch, she felt it stiffen and a small drop
of pre-cum leaked out of the slit at the tip. With her thumb, she
rubbed the hot fluid around the head and then stroked down the shaft
again.

As she continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, she caressed his
balls with the other. Suddenly, he grabbed her head, and said "Suck
me!" as he thrust his  cock deep down her throat. Barely able to take
in half of his length, she gagged, and he pulled out enough to let her
breathe.

Soon, she had set a rhythm that she hoped would bring him to
fulfilment quickly ... thus ending her humiliation. As her hand
stroked his length, she used her tongue on his head ... flicking it
across the slit and tasting his coppery cum. With each stroke, she
used more pressure ... and as her hand pressed against the base, she
took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around the ridges. As
she withdrew the cock from her mouth, she lightly ran her teeth along
the sides, nipping slightly.

This went on for some time ... far longer than any of the humans that
Janice had ever been with ... when Spock pulled out of her mouth, and
ordered her to stand. Once again running the whip along her cheek, he
said, "you are quite skilled, for one so young."

"Thank you, Sir." she replied, and he flicked the whip across her
backsides.

"I did not say you could speak," he scolded her. Seeing she had
learned her lesson, and remained quiet, he went on, "as I said, you
are quite skilled ... but apparently not skilled enough to bring me to
fulfilment. I want fulfilment." Putting the whip down on his desk, he
stood in front of Janice and took her nipples between his thumb and
forefinger ... rubbing them into hard nubs.

He could see that she was as aroused as he, and decided to wait no
longer. "Follow me," he said, and went beyond the divider into his
bedroom. Janice followed. "Lie down in the middle of the bed." Once
again, she did as she was told. She was terrified of what he would do
if she didn't cooperate ... and too  turned on at this point to
refuse, in any case.

Spock knelt on the bed, between her legs, and stroked her inner
thighs, saying, "Do not make a sound. I am going to fuck you, and you
will do exactly what I tell you to do. You will not come until I tell
you to. If you come before I do, I will punish you. Is this
understood?"

She nodded her understanding, as he stuck a finger into her depths.
She bit her lip to prevent the moan of pleasure from escaping. Seeing
that she was ready, he spread her legs, and pressed his cock into her.
He moved slowly at first, to let her get used to his size, but soon he
was thrusting deeply into her ... her tightness urging him on.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he told her, and as she complied, he
felt the slight change in pressure on his cock, and thrust all the
harder. "Rub your pussy," he told her ... and, again, he felt her
shift slightly, and then her fingers were exploring her clit ... and
with each thrust he made, the back of her hand was an added pressure
on his cock.

Wanting to be as deep inside her as possible when he came, he sat back
onto his heals, while grabbing her by the shoulders. With her legs
still wrapped around his waist, the only thing that was keeping her
from falling was the thick shaft thrust deep inside her, and his hands
on her upper arms. Suddenly, the heat inside her was too intense ...
she ached for release, but dared not let herself come, for fear of
punishment. Fearing that she would come, she stopped rubbing her pussy
... and as she did, he bent down to suck her left tit, whispering, "do
not stop ..." and he lightly bit her nipple, then moved onto the right
one. As he ran his tongue over the hard nub, he whispered, "Squeeze my
cock if you want me to come."

At his words, her muscles contracted, and he sucked hard on her
nipple. He gasped, "now!" as he exploded into her as she writhed in
pleasure. When he was spent, he released her arms, and she fell back
onto the bed. He quickly pulled out of her, and stood. "You may
leave," he said, as he made his way to the bathroom. Pausing in the
doorway, he added, "I expect you to remember this lesson. If I hear
that you are unable to maintain proper discipline, I may be forced to
repeat it." and he left the room.    ---

Rand woke herself up with the intensity of the orgasm she was
experiencing. Disoriented and confused, it took her a minute to
realize that she *had* been dreaming. However, once she did, and
realized that she had fallen asleep in the middle of the day ... in
her office ... she started to panic. Looking at her chronometer, she
discovered that she was running very late.

There was so much work to do ... the previous Yeoman had left the
Captain's schedule is such a mess, that she had been working around
the clock just to straighten everything out. It seemed the more she
did, the deeper the hole got ... and now, because she fell asleep
while on duty, she was going to be late for her meeting with the First
Officer.

Pulling herself together as best she could, she frantically searched
for his office. She couldn't allow herself to be shipped out. She
needed to prove that she could handle this post.

// Finally! // she thought, as she came upon the correct room. As she
stopped to take a breath, she took a final look at her chronometer, //
only 5 minutes late ... I hope he is in a forgiving mood //. As she
stepped in front of the sensor, she straightened her uniform, and
squared her shoulders in preparation for the upcoming meeting.

**Enter** she heard through the door ... and stepped forward. "You
wanted to see me, sir." she said, as she approached his desk and stood
at attention (although how anyone can stand at attention while looking
at the floor is anybody's guess, but she had managed to do just that).

"At ease, Yeoman."

She looked up at the sound of his voice ... and was relieved to see
that he was in uniform. She sighed with relief. // compose yourself //
she thought, // you have to prove your competency for this job ... and
you can't do that if you fall apart //

After a moment, he shut down his terminal, and looked at her with an
intensity that she found unnerving. She was beside herself trying to
figure out what he was thinking ... and if she was in danger of losing
her posting on the ENTERPRISE.

"Ms. Rand ..." he said, and when he knew he had her undivided
attention, he continued, "let me begin by informing you that the
Captain is not going to reprimand you for your earlier clumsiness ...
but he does ask that you be more careful, in future." At her look of
relief, he continued, "it is my duty as First Officer to apprize you
of the proper procedures and protocols that you are required to follow
in order to ensure the smooth functioning of this ship." Standing, he
suddenly came around to the front of his desk, and casually leaning on
it with his arms crossed, he continued, "there is a certain degree of
discipline that we must adhere to, and it is my job to see that
everyone follows the rules to the letter."

As he leaned back to retrieve a PADD with her file on it, he heard a
thud. Turning back, he noticed the Yeoman passed out on the floor.
Quickly, he went to her side, and checked her vital signs, then called
McCoy. "Doctor?"

"McCoy, here ... what can I do for you, Spock?"

"Could you come to my quarters, please? Yeoman Rand has fainted."

"Be right there ... McCoy, out."

---

"I tell you ... I have never seen anything like it." Spock said, as he
ate his salad. "One minute, I was telling her the importance of
discipline on a ship of this type, and the next, she was passed out on
the floor."

"What did McCoy say about it?"

"Apparently, she is suffering from nervous exhaustion ... and there
are also signs of malnutrition and sleep depravation. He is suggesting
rest ... and that we have Uhura talk to her. Perhaps she can find out
what is wrong."

"Let's hope Uhura can get to the bottom of things ... I'd hate to ship
Rand out ... I really think she has potential."

"As do I." As Spock finished his salad, he looked across the table
with hunger in his eyes. "Come ... it is late, and I do believe it is
my turn." He stood, and as he did, his black robe fell open to reveal
his perfectly sculpted body ... clothed in nothing more that
thigh-high boots, and a black thong.

"Yes, Sir." replied Jim, as he knelt on the floor to lick his master's
boots.

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The End