The BLTS Archive - Let The Punishment Fit The Crime
by RvrendJim (rvrendjim@aol.com)

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This story contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between
two women. If you are under eighteen, easily offended, homophobic,
pea brained, or otherwise hung up, seek out thy entertainment
elsewhere cause this just ain't your bag.

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Captain Janeway drummed her fingers against the arm of the command
chair, wishing for the first time in her career that there was
something - anything - that would have required her to stay on the
bridge past her usual shift. She would have welcomed any excuse, no
matter how trivial... a variance in the energy signature of the warp
coils, a blip on the sensors that may or may not be an alien ship,
an oddly configured nebula the likes of which had never been
documented by Federation scientists. Any or all of these things
would have been greeted with a resounding sigh of relief from
Kathryn Janeway, but after remaining on the bridge longer than
seemed appropriate no such diversion presented itself.

Knowing she could postpone this no longer, Captain Janeway pushed
herself from the command chair, and with resigned sigh the only proof
of her dreary mood, she gave an authoritative tug on the hem of her
uniform tunic. "Commander Chakotay, you have the bridge."

"Aye, Captain," the first officer said.

Captain Janeway made her way to the turbolift, aware that the entire
bridge crew was watching her, doing her best to avoid their
scrutinizing stares. It was bad enough that she had to do this...
even worse that they knew why. She barked an order to the turbolift
and settled in for the longest ride of her life. It was only a few
decks; it seemed like light years.

She made her way down the corridor until she at last reached the door
to B'Elanna's quarters. She could have found the chief engineer's
cabin in her sleep, so often had she been there. This time, however,
it was the two burly security guards standing on either side of the
door that told the captain she had arrived at her destination.

"Thank you," Janeway said. "You're dismissed."

The guards knew better than to question her authority or argue
regulations. Without a word or even a gesture, the two security
officers abandoned their post. Janeway waited until they'd
disappeared around a bend in the corridor before pressing the door
chime. She didn't wait for a response before stepping inside.

She found B'Elanna sitting on the sofa, nose buried in a padd.
Kathryn sucked in a deep breath at the sight of her lover so
seductively reclined. B'Elanna was wearing the flimsiest of night
gowns, a stunning emerald green frock that barely covered her lithe
body. She wore no bra or panties underneath. Janeway noticed this
immediately. It was hard not to notice. The sheer fabric left
nothing to the imagination. Kathryn could clearly see the dark brown
rings that capped the Klingon's luscious breasts, her erect nipples
threatening to poke a hole in Kathryn's favorite nightie. She'd
spent two weeks worth of replicator rations just so she could
present her lover with such a sensuous gift. Kathryn knew at the
time that she would be reimbursed many times over just by the sight
of this mouth watering creature in lingerie. Seeing B'Elanna now
made it well worth the expense.

"I see we've opted for casual attire," Kathryn said.

B'Elanna looked up from her reading."Well, I figured since I was
under house arrest I should get comfortable."

"Not without its logic," Kathryn admitted. "What are you reading?"

B'Elanna waved her away."Just some technical manual... "

"Technical manual my ass," Janeway snapped. "Technical manuals don't
make your cheeks red with arousal... or maybe they do, you are a
strange one." She quickly snatched the padd from B'Elanna's hands
and began reading. If B'Elanna intended to protest she made no
overture that would suggest as much.

"Is this what you do in you spare time?" Kathryn asked. "Read naughty
books?"

The Klingon smiled. "Only when I'm not making love to you."

Kathryn suppressed a smile of her own. "Damn it, B'Elanna what am I
going to do with you?"

"Well... " B'Elanna intoned playfully.

"B'Elanna, I'm serious," Kathryn snapped. "You are charged with
assaulting another officer. I can't just shrug it aside. My authority
would be compromised if I let you off the hook. Why in heaven's name
did you have to hit him?"

B'Elanna growled angrily. "You don't know what he said... about you,
about us. He called me the captain's cabin girl. Do you want to know
what he called you?"

Kathryn held up a hand to stop her. "We will get to that later. Right
now, we're talking about you and your actions. If there was a problem
you should have taken it up with Commander Chakotay. That's what
executive officers are for. It's their duty to handle this kind of
thing."

"I was defending your honor!" B'Elanna cried.

"I can defend myself," Kathryn said sharply. She drew a calming
breath, releasing it slowly as the words came to her. "When we
entered into the relationship I thought I was getting involved with
a reasonable adult... not some impudent little child who has to lash
out every time someone on the playground makes a rude comment!"

"Child?" B'Elanna sneered. "Hmmph. Then I guess I'm grounded, huh?"

Janeway grunted in frustration. "B'Elanna Torres, I have half a mind
to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking! Maybe that
would teach you a lesson!"

B'Elanna gasped. "Kathryn! Y-You... you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh wouldn't I?" Kathryn smirked. She grabbed B'Elanna by the wrist
and dragged her to the nearest chair. B'Elanna yelped with a mixture
of shock and incredulity, tugging with all her might to free herself
from the captain's grasp. But Kathryn was stronger than B'Elanna
often gave her credit for, and when she was determined - as she
clearly was now - the captain was more than capable of exerting that
strength.

Kathryn sat down and stretched B'Elanna across her lap, bending her at
the waist, pushing the fabric of her nightie out of the way so that
the Klingon's bare bottom stuck up into the air. B'Elanna fought her
every step of the way, cursing and growling, muttering obscenities
that even Kathryn after all her years in Starfleet found distasteful.

"Don't," said Kathryn sharply, "make me add washing your mouth out
with soap to the list of punishments, my dear."

B'Elanna uttered something filthy. "Hmm, " Kathryn said. "I don't know
if that's anatomically possible but I will keep it under advisement
for tonight's recreational activity. Now... B'Elanna, I hate to do
this. Believe me, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you."
B'Elanna started to mouth something vulgar but the slap of Kathryn's
hand against her ass put the kibosh to any clever retort she may
have uttered.

"Kathryn!" B'Elanna hissed, squirming to free herself from the
captain's clutches. "I can't believe you just- " B'Elanna sucked in
a lungful of air as Kathryn brought her hand down against her bottom
with a loud smack.

B'Elanna growled furiously as Kathryn brought her hand down again..
and again. After a few blows, B'Elanna finally settled down a bit...
though she still cried out with every slap against her lovely
bottom. Kathryn soon realized, however, that these were not cries of
pain... but of pleasure. She noticed, too, that B'Elanna was
starting to anticipate each blow, raising her ass to meet each slap.
Kathryn tested her theory, whomping B'Elanna's ass good and hard with
the flat of her hand. B'Elanna gasped sharply, sighing the way she did
when she was aroused... the way she sighed when they made love.

Kathryn bent down and lightly kissed the red skin made tender by her
hand. B'Elanna responded with another quiet sigh, fidgeting restlessly
in her lover's lap in anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Kathryn..." B'Elanna said huskily.

"Shhhh," Kathryn scolded her. "Let me kiss it and make it all better
now." Kathryn began her mission to soothe her lover's bottom in
earnest, ascending the round of B'Elanna's ass with huge, open mouth
kisses, tending to every red splotch of skin with her lips.
B'Elanna breathed heavily under Kathryn's ministrations, rolling her
head in ecstasy with every gentle touch. Using only her finger tips,
Kathryn gently parted the ass cheeks in front of her to reveal the
Klingon's puckering anus. She leaned forward and began to swirl her
tongue inside the tight opening.

"Oh God," B'Elanna gasped. Kathryn flicked her tongue wildly inside
B'Elanna's sphincter, probing deeper in deeper into the dark cavern.
Her Klingon lover wriggled in delight, sighing still more quiet
sighs and whispering Kathryn's name over and over. Using one hand to
ensure unobstructed access to B'Elanna's vulnerable anus, Kathryn
eased her now free hand under B'Elanna to massage the Klingon's now
enlarged clit. B'Elanna cried out, making soft mewling noises that
Kathryn had come to know as well as each sigh and gasp B'Elanna
released. With each jab of her tongue and fingers B'Elanna whimpered
in delight, fidgeting restlessly as Kathryn continued with her
unremitting double onslaught. Kathryn soon found B'Elanna's sex,
pumping two fingers into the slick vaginal opening while using her
thumb to massage B'Elanna's clit. Not once did she stop playing with
her adorable Klingon butt. B'Elanna cried out, bucking like an
untamed bronco in Kathryn's lap as she came harder than she had in
the longest time. Kathryn leaned down, using her chest to pin
B'Elanna in place so she could finish what she had started,
insisting on wrenching three more bona fide orgasms and a few
aftershocks out of her lover before deciding the Klingon had endured
enough for now.

Kathryn released her hold on B'Elanna's quivering body, letting the
Klingon fall to the floor in exhaustion. "Well," Kathryn said. "I
think you've learned your lesson." Struggling for air, B'Elanna
clawed to her knees, situating herself between Kathryn's parted legs
and resting her elbows on the other woman's knees.

"Does this mean I'm not grounded anymore?" B'Elanna asked.

"Technically?" Kathryn smiled. "No... your house arrest is officially
revoked." She started to remove her uniform jacket. "But... if you
think you're leaving these quarters any time soon, think again,
Mister. You have a long, long evening ahead of you."

"Oh well," B'Elanna sighed. "I guess if you can't do the time, you
shouldn't do the crime."

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The End