Cally's comeuppance

Starbuck's Viper coasted to a rough stop on the Galactica's flight deck, and it
was obvious that even an ace like Kara was having trouble controlling it. After
the Viper came to a full stop, the canopy opened, revealing a lividly angry Kara
Thrace. "Which one of you last worked on this thing?" The question was directed
to the assembled mechanics on the floor of the landing bay. There was a brief
silence, then all eyes fell on Cally Henderson.

"What the hell were you doing, Henderson? My navigation system shorted out five
minutes into my flight, and the engine almost fell off after that! If I were in
a battle, I'd have been frakking killed!" There was a point in Cally's life
where she would have been intimidated, but the past few years had hardened her.
Kara's Viper was in constant need of repairs, and if she missed something now
and again, well.. "Frak you, Starbuck. If you weren't such a hotshot all of the
time, your Viper wouldn't be falling apart. You think I have time to buff out
each scratch you put.."
"Enough!" Starbuck yelled. "This isn't the first time this has happened, Cally! If the chief can't straighten you out, I'll go straight to Adama!!" As Kara walked by Cally, she leaned close and whispered in the little mechanic's ear. "Or we can talk about this in our storage bay."

"Their" storage bay was one of the most out of the way on the ship, one that
was little known and even more rarely used. The crew that did know about it
tended to use it for various dalliances, both romantic and just plain lustful.
Cally knew what was in store for her that evening, and her bottom tingled for
the rest of the day.

When Cally entered the bay, she found Kara waiting for her, sitting in a chair
with her arms folded by her side. "Well, Cally? Care to explain you little
outburst?"

Cally sighed. "The workload has been so busy lately, Kara. And your viper seems
to get busted up every other day. I can't keep looking after you just because
you feel like.."

"You can be expected to do your job without that attitude, Specialist. I don't
want to go down in flames because you felt snotty that day. Do you think you
don't deserve what's coming?"

Instead of saying anything, Cally unbuckled her uniform pants and slipped them
off. She then walked over to where Starbuck was sitting and placed the trousers
in a folded pile by Starbuck's chair. Starbuck cleared her throat and pointed to
Cally's panties. After realizing there was no way Kara would let her keep them
on, Cally stripped them off, and stood before Starbuck naked from the waist
down. Kara made Cally turn around several times to get a full view of the girl,
when she was satisfied, she grabbed Cally's arm and turned the girl over her
lap.

Starbuck looked down at Cally's small, white buttocks and smiled. Cally's bottom
was adorable, if a little too pale for Starbuck's taste. Time to add a little
color. Starbuck spent several minutes rubbing, pinching, and teasing Cally's
bottom before raising her hand and delivering a stinging slap to the center of
the globes. Cally let out a yelp.
"Oh, shut up. We've just begun. Now then, with each smack, I want to you to tell
me why you're in this position."
SMACK! "Ow! I need to take better care of your Viper!"
SMACK! "I need to do my job!"
SMACK! "I need to stop blaming others for my mistakes!"
Starbuck stopped for a second. "And what will happen if I see my Viper falling
apart again, Cally?"
"I.I'll have a very red and sore bottom to show for it."
"Frakkin right you will. Now then..."

For the next few minutes, Starbuck rained dozens of spanks onto Cally's
squirming backside. Kara took the time to enjoy every part of Cally's
punishment: her rapidly reddening bottom, her kicking legs and wiggling feet,
and of course the young mechanics squeaks and pleas. After a time, Kara stopped
her assault on Cally's buns and ordered the girl up. After giving Cally a few
minutes to calm down, Kara sent the teary-eyed girl to stand facing a wall, her
punished backside on display. As Cally stood at attention, Kara reached under
her chair and removed an object from the bag laying there-a sturdy, school style
paddle.

"Alright, Henderson. Come over here-we're going to finish this." Cally's eyes
widened when she saw the paddle. All of her earlier bravado was gone-she begged
Starbuck not to use the instrument on her. But Kara remained unmoved. Quickly
moving across the room, Kara grabbed Cally's ear and marched her towards the
chair, forcing the girl to bend over with her bottom raised for discipline. "I
want you to count each smack. Is that clear, Cally?" "Y..yes." "Yes..?" "Yes
Miss Thrace." WHACK! The paddle impacted Cally's buns. Cally yelped, then
remembered her orders "One, Miss Thrace!" WHACK! ("Two, Miss Thrace!") WHACK!

"Do you hear that?" Karl Agathon looked up from his poker hand to see a puzzled
Anastasia Dualla. "Hear what?" .
"That noise coming through the pipes. Kind of smacking sound."
Agathon shrugged. "Who knows? Something's always banging or clanging on this
ship. Why not smacking? Come on, it's your hand."

Back in the bay, Kara had ended Cally's punishment at ten strokes. Cally facing
the wall, trying to rub the sting out of her fiery bottom. Suddenly, Kara
approached her from behind, and began to massage and caress her with hands far
gentler than the ones that had reddened her bottom just minutes before. Cally
moaned, not out of pain, but out of pleasure as she allowed Kara to pull off her
shirt. Starbuck began to kiss Cally's neck, and continued down to her neck, her
belly, and lower still...

An hour or so later, both women secretly exited the bay, both feeling refreshed
and released. The lead in to the punishment, the spanking itself, and the
aftermath had trigged something in them both, something that could never be
undone. Oh, Cally would be across Kara's lap soon enough, but for now, they were
content.

Epilogue:
Even though it was done on the sly, the aftermath of Cally's spanking was
obvious. Kat, Racetrack, and Seelix all noticed the signs in the shower the next
day, and Dualla muttered "I knew it!" as the blushing mechanic walked by, her
face almost as red as her buns. The four women were silenced by a glare from
Kara, who made it clear that the first lady to sass Cally would be getting what
she had received, and then some.

Meanwhile, President Laura Roslin noticed the paddle sitting on her desk and
smiled. She hadn't asked Kara what she intended to use the paddle for, nor had
she seen her return it to the President's quarters. Whatever Kara's purpose,
Laura hoped that the pilot had made good use of the paddle. After all, she of
all people should know how effective it could be. It was only last month that
Kara was bent over Roslin's desk, her pants and underwear at her knees, crying
as...
But that's a story for another time, is it not?