Title: What Game Were You Playing?
Author: McJude
Rating: R
Summary: Beka is having some trouble sitting.
Author's Note: This story might be considered a response to challenge #25 SPANKING, except that it is primarily about the results of spanking. Something that seems like mindless fun at the time can produce lasting memories, and healing can be fun, too, if it doesn't get too complicated. I guess this is probably a R for language and remembered sex acts. The parings Dylan & Beka, Evan & Beka, Evan & Rommie, and Dylan/Evan have all taken place in other stories I have written.
Captain Beka Valentine squirmed in the pilot's seat trying to find a comfortable position as she flew the Andromeda to its scheduled link up with the Eureka Maru. A part of her was very relieved that Tyr was actually returning her ship to her in one piece, but another part of her, the part she was sitting on, was still sore after three days away from Seolfor V.
"Are you OK, Beka?" Dylan asked with the watchful eye of a High Guard officer. "You seem have been a little edgy for the past few days."
"I'm fine. I just did something a little stupid while I was on the Silver Planet and have to live with my regrets for a few days."
"I think several of us did things that might be considered a little stupid on that trip. Not going to be remembered as one of our finest . . ." The ships leaving the planet quickly without contacting King Iphicles or thanking him for his hospitality was prudent but not very polite.
Beka's eyes were glazed. Eventually she was going to remember certain events of the trip as part of one of the most exciting nights of her life. Except now she was in pain from the black and blue marks which were now turning shades of green and yellow on her butt and the twisted ankle that resulted when she and Evan declared the fifth of the Sanskrit sex positions totally unworkable. Looking back on it now she wondered how that ancient Earth culture could have come up with the woman linking one leg around the neck of her partner while standing on the other without the help of the 3-D version of the Milton Bradley game TWISTER. Ancient Indians obviously had too much time and very active imaginations.
"And I do suggest that if you are in as much discomfort as you seem, Beka, that you might have Trance look at your… your backside, and see what a few nanobots can do to help you."
"I'm going to be fine. Just fine. Can you just spell me for a few minutes? I'll be fine."
Dylan watched as she ran her hand over her ass as she walked away. She looked great to him, but wondered why she didn't feel the way she looked.
* * * * * *
Beka twisted to see her backside in the mirror. The only underwear she could comfortably wear for the past three days had been a thong, so she could clearly see the results of the bruising Evan had so joyously inflicted. It didn't look that bad, if you liked off-shades of yellow, green and purple.
"That's what happens when you open your big mouth too wide, Captain Valentine." She said to herself. Then she corrected herself. The big mouth open too wide was in Sanskrit position eight which they had skipped to because it didn't involve standing. She wished she had taken some of that fragrant lotion Evan had rubbed on her after he had spanked her. It had cut the pain then; perhaps it would ease the black and blue memories she now had.
"Did you fall on your recent expedition?" It was Andromeda. Beka thought she had hit the privacy button when she had entered her quarters, obviously she had not.
"I'm OK. I just, shall we say, . . slipped." She tried to keep a stern face, concentrating on the pain, to avoid laughing at the voice in her head.
"Sometimes a slight slip can have serious repercussions, especially when it involves people who are not what they seem."
Beka ignored her. She pretended she did not know what the ship was talking about, but she knew that Andromeda had probably been privilege to the happenings in the ship that night after they left Seolfor V. The night she waited in her quarters on the Andromeda for Evan to come back for a second round of fun. The night he never came. She wondered if he has spent the night with Rommie perhaps in a spirit of fairness to her crewmember. Maybe that is what Andromeda knew? But in her heart she knew it was more. It had to do with the statements Evan had made about immortality, and one of his little offhand comments "You ought to suggest that little Hercules number with Dylan. I think he would like it." What did that damn ship know anyway?
* * * * * *
Beka lay sprawled on her stomach on her bed. Someone was knocking on her door. She tried to get up, but the door opened before her feet hit the floor. That had to be Rommie, she never waited for her to answer. Rommie with her beautiful white A/I skin was going to see her all bruised. Beka bit her lip and remembered that she better not say anything about Evan.
"Oh, Beka, that had to hurt."
"Not particularly. Looks worse that it feels," she lied. Rommie didn't understand the concept of pain and certainly wouldn't understand that these bruises had been obtained in fun.
"Do you want me to get some nanobots for it."
"No, I got what I deserved. I'll live with the pain."
"What? How? Why?"
"I was running. Slipped. The pain is a good reminder not to do stupid things." Beka was getting better at lying, or at least she hoped she was.
"If not nanobots, I think Trance has some plant growing in the garden that is supposed to help. I could rub it on you."
For some reason the A/I helpfulness was coming off today as meddling. There would be days where Rommie's soft hands on her ass would be most welcome, but today wasn't one of them. Maybe she felt a little guilty about being with Evan, not sure if Rommie considered him hers. If she did she was stupid. Evan belonged to everyone. But she wondered if an A/I would realize that. It was difficult to look at a man like Evan with cold logic.
'Damn it Beka,' she thought to herself, 'if he belongs to everyone why are you so possessive. He's not yours either, he'll never be yours. Why do you even want him? All you can ever do with a man like Evan is share.'
"That might be nice Rommie, but why don't you bring some down in about an hour. I think a short nap would help, too."
"OK, Beka, I'll put it on privacy if you want."
"Yes, please."
* * * * * *
"Captain Valentine. Are you OK?" It was Dylan's voice.
Beka rubbed her eyes. She certainly had been asleep for more than an hour. She wondered why Rommie had not come back, allowed her to sleep and what had happened to the privacy mode.
"Rommie said you were not feeling well, and I told her to let you sleep. The Maru will be back in about a ninety minutes and I was just checking to see if you were feeling better."
"I'm rested. She was supposed to bring me some juice from some plant Trance has."
"Right, aloe, good for burns and bruises. Cooling. She must have gotten distracted." Silent pause. She wondered what Dylan was thinking. "I was wondering, Beka, do you think the APPT wand would be helpful on your injury?"
That name made Beka's heart start to pound. The last time she had come face to face with that antique medical instrument, as useful for pleasure as for healing, Dylan had lied about its low batteries and they ended up fucking. Scary when you think about it now. She'd even told Evan about it, and he probably ran and confronted Dylan.
'Oh shit, Beka, this is getting far too complicated.' But still the idea of having the APPT at work on her damaged butt seemed too intriguing to forgo.
"Probably would, Captain Hunt, why don't you have Rommie bring it down," Beka figured that would indicate he was not welcome.
"I was thinking of bringing it down myself. Is that OK?"
'Now let me think. Dylan? APPT? APPT and Dylan? No Dylan? No APPT? ' "Sure, whatever. Just hurry."
He hurried. She barely had time to think about how she was going to stop him from doing anything besides soothing the damaged skin.
"Batteries got a good charge this time?" she asked looking at him over her shoulder.
"Wow, Captain Valentine, that does look like you took a nasty fall."
* * * * *
Dylan eased onto the side of the bed. Another time perhaps the site of Beka clad in a thong and skimpy shirt would have been extremely exciting. He could sense she was nervous, she had never commented to him about that night he had played what he now realized was an "evil trick" on her. He doubted if she had told anyone; that was the way Beka was. He had had other women on his ships, with different attitudes, that had to be bought with gifts, money or promotions to avoid his "sexual harassment" being reported to the High Guard. Maybe he was a chauvinist pig, and it certainly didn't help that he had used the same trick on Tyr.
He switched on the ATTP and began running it in small circles on the left cheek of her ass. Beka wasn't perfect like Rommie. She had a birthmark, small scars, an old pilot's mark tattooed near her spine and all those bruises, but he knew she could actually feel. He liked the way her body tensed and relaxed as he shot the red light onto her skin.
"Where did you fall?"
"On the stairs, going to the second level of the Balcony of the Stars."
"Did you trip on something?"
"No, just slipped."
"Why were you running on the stairs? Was someone chasing you?"
"No, just trying to get somewhere too quickly."
"At least you were lucky to fall on you butt. No scrapes or marks anywhere else, right?"
She seemed to be tensing more as he asked her the questions. Dylan wondered if the hurt was confined to the cheeks of her ass, or if it continued further. He ran his fingers to the place the APPT wand could not reach. She jumped.
"Careful, Dylan, that is not helping."
"The fall damage seems to go a little deeper than I thought. I should have gotten some of that aloe, I'm sorry. How does this feel?" He tried to move the head of the device deeper. His voice was soft, caring and knowing.
"Fuck it, Dylan. I got spanked. I got fucked. You know it. I know it. So shut up and take care of my butt. It does make it feel a lot better."
Dylan proceeded in silence. It was exciting to think of his first officer that way. She had let some other man, it had to be a man if she got fucked, take control of her. He tried to invoke the vision of some strange man with his hand on her bare butt spanking her hard. Beka would be laughing or maybe crying, as if she were a little girl. He wondered what game they were playing, and wished she would play it with him.
She seemed to relax, as if the pain was going away. He felt his cock grow hard against his leather pants. He felt a twinge. He knew the time until Tyr's return was growing short, there was one thing he wanted to ask her. Yet he wondered if he should and what would she say.
"Beka," he whispered is a soft voice. "This seems to have worked well, but I was wondering . . . could you help me out a little."
"You bastard," she jumped back. "No, I am not going to fuck you. What do you think I am anyway?"
"Beka! Fuck? No, I'm sorry. I was just wondering if you would. . ." his voice trailed off. This was going to be difficult.
"Would what?"
"Use the APPT wand on me? On my butt?"
"What?"
"Seemed I slipped night before last. . . on the stairs… I have some bruising, too. It's still at the black and blue stage but . . ."
"Well, I guess that is the least I can do."
He removed his trousers and boxer briefs and lay face down on the bed. Beka ran the APPT carefully over his ass with almost clinical disdain. She had to know how it was making him feel. He wondered if she recognized the bruise pattern. It was feeling a whole lot better.
"Why Captain Hunt? I do believe that you and Evan were playing the Hercules game?" Beka's hand came down with a hard slap. She moved quickly, too quickly to demand an explanation. That would have to come another night, when they were both healed and ready for more games.