Hoshi's Revenge

(This is my first attempt at a longer fanfic. Please R&R.)

T’pol had done it this time. Despite repeated warnings about how highly the Kalavians valued their belief system, the Vulcan still felt the need to point out the logical fallacies behind their faith. So it was that negotiations broke down, and couldn’t be resumed until the situation was resolved.
“I still can’t believe you, Commander!” Jonathon Archer stared at the emotionless face of his subordinate as he continued. “I told you how delicate these talks were-then you go and..”
T’pol cut him off. “I do not see the reason for your anger, Captain. You did say there was a way to satisfy the Kalavian leader.”
Archer rubbed his eyes. “Yes, Commander, there is. I don’t think you’ll like it, though. See, Kalavian law proscribes corporal punishment for those who violate their beliefs. Their leader wanted it to be carried out on their planet, but I was able to convince him to let me take care of my own.”
T’pol’s face was still unreadable. “You intend to spank or paddle me, the way I do Ensign Sato?”
“Well, Kalavian punishment is a bit more…severe, but again I managed to get the leader to bend a bit. You’re right at what’s going to happen, Commander, except I’m not going to be the one carrying out the punishment.”

Half an hour later, T’pol found herself standing in front of a smirking, paddle carrying Hoshi Sato.
“The captain thinks this is appropriate, given the number of times you’ve blistered my bottom.”
“ I recall the last time was just yesterday, Ensign. Your buttocks must still sting.”
Hoshi ignored the Vulcan. “Well, “Commander”, now I’m holding the paddle. Captain’s orders are that’s you’re my subordinate for the length of the punishment. So from now on, I’m not “Ensign”. I’m miss..no, Mistress Sato, understand?”
T’pol raised an eyebrow, seeing little logic in this change of address. “Yes, Mistress Sato”
“Good. Now, let’s get you out of that suit, you bad girl.”
As the Vulcan let her catsuit fall to the floor, Hoshi wondered why she wore it. There was no real logical reason to. Part of her always suspected that the Vulcan enjoyed the reactions of men as she walked through the ship, with her perfect breasts and buttocks framed by her tight suit..
“I am finshed, Mistress”
Hoshi snapped back into reality to see T’pol standing in her panties and a bra
“Could have fooled me” muttered Hoshi. Usually, the Vulcan’s chest left little to the imagination.
“OK, little miss Vulcan. March over to that couch, take those panties off, then bend over the arm.
T’pol did as she was told, still maintaining her cold, emotionless state. Hoshi watched her pull her panties off, and caught the undergarments as they fell to the ground. “You won’t be needing these for a while” she teased as she tossed the panties across the room.
Hoshi approached T’pol’s bare rear, and gave the perfect cheeks a few pinches. Then she stepped back, gave the paddle a few test swings, and smacked it into the waiting bottom.
Hoshi was small, but strong for her size, so the swing had some force behind it. Still, it was not enough to elicit a reaction from the stoic Vulcan. Hoshi wasn’t intimidated, though-she had all night.
The paddle slammed again and again into T’pol’s waiting globes. It took a while, but Hoshi’s patience was eventually rewarded by a moan from the prone Vulcan. In addition, T’pol’s cheeks were beginning to take on a faint glow-a green glow, Hoshi noted, thanks to her target’s Vulcan blood.
Newly hopeful, Hoshi renewed her striking of T’pol’s bottom. With each impact, T’pol’s responses got louder and more urgent, and her cheeks got greener and greener. When T’pol’s moans reached a climax, Hoshi stopped and walked to the other side of the couch.
“Well, “Commander”, how are you feeling?”
“Logic dictates you know how I feel. Very sore and..”
“Embarrassed?”
“Embarrassment would be a pointless emotion. I regret my actions, but only because of the discomfort I feel now.”
“Mmm. Oh, so logical. You know, you naughty little Vulcan, I don’t think your all as logical as you like to think. You reminding me of my last session across your lap-that was a personal jab. VERY un-Vulcan. And that excuse for a uniform-what does it serve? In fact, I think you’re an emotional little brat. What do you think of that?”
“I disagree Ensig.. Mistress. Playing on your emotions may have helped me avoid this discipline session. As for my uniform”
T’pol was interrupted by Hoshi resuming the paddling. Despite T’pol’s disciplined mind, the punishment was really quite painful, and she would prefer is stopped.
“Mistress. I believe this session as gone as far as it needs to. I have regretted my actions, and I’m sure the Kalavian ambassador will see the state of my buttocks as proof that punishment has been carried out.”
“Oh, is that what you think? Well, you know what you have to say to convince me!” Hoshi punctuated this with a series of hard whacks.
Tpol was silent for a moment, then said the difficult words. “Mistress Sato”
“Yes?”
“I am an emotional little brat”
“There we go! Was that so hard? Stand up, brat, and we’ll have a looks at you!”
Moments later, T’pol was standing half naked in front of Hoshi.
“As you may have guessed, you emotional brat, we still have some parts of the punishment left. First, take off that bra.”
T’pol did as she was ordered, letting her full, beautiful breasts fall free.
“Now, you’re going to walk naked into the conference room and apologize to the Kalavian ambassador. Captain Archer also tells me that you’re to stand naked in the corner while he resumes talks.”
Hoshi noticed a twitch in T’pol’s lip, and a light green glow in her face. Maybe miss perfect Vulcan could be embarrassed, after all.
“And now, brat, here comes the best part. Captain Archer has decided you need more discipline. From now on, our positions are reversed as far as punishment goes. I wouldn’t be over you lap anytime soon, but you’ll be over my couch at least once a week!”
With that, the floodgates broke, and the once proud Vulcan began sobbing with humiliation..
Hoshi Sato awoke with a start. Her sheer nightgown was soaked with sweat from the intensity of her dream, and she felt a tingling between her legs.
Hoshi got up and walked to the full length mirror in her quarters, gazing at the reflection of her still-pink bottom from her last “talk” with commander T’pol “I might not ever really get back at her” Hoshi thought as her fingers moved to relive the heat in her crotch “But I can dream..”