Cultural Differences aka The Spanking Fic

[1lostone]

Author: 1lostone
Written for: tripperfunster  for the trek_hc exchange who requested Aliens made them dooo eeeeet!
Summary: Jim's having a bad day. Weird Dreams, Snarky First Officer... what's  a Captain to do? Make sure his next mission goes well, of course.
Fandom: XI
Genre: slash
Characters/Pairings: k/s
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:  spanking, YES I SAID SPANKING! Humor(?) angst, h/c...
Disclaimer: Yes, I do own Trek. Clearly. *shifty look* Well fine I don't own it but I make it do naughty stuff. Often.
A/N:  Posted in several parts- +16k, complete. Thanks so very much to the ladies who encouraged me... beedlebarg , yesterday_girl , romennim and avictoriangirl  and to jademac2442  for her amazing beta. Anything messed up would be my fault cuz I have to mess with things after she sends it back. :D

So, without further ado...

Jim looked around at his quarters from his sprawled position on the floor. He could tell that it was already a clusterfuck kind of day.

His Alpha shift hadn’t even started properly.  He’d overslept, trapped in dreams that wrapped silken fingers around him, seducing him back into dozing, and had ignored the insistent chirp of his computer. It had taken Spock’s voice, which somehow managed to be emotionless and still convey great disapproval, intruding on his dreams, pulling him from sleep to actually get Jim to fully wake.

Jim had rolled off the bed, completely disoriented. He’d landed on the floor with a muffled thump, extremely glad that Spock’s communication was not visual.  Between the inglorious landing and the raging, slick hard-on he was sporting, he would have shocked his poor, stoic First Officer into running screaming back to New Vulcan.

“Captain, your tardiness for your scheduled duty shift would seem to indicate that you are, in fact, unwell. Shall I summon Doctor McCoy to your quarters?”

Oh yeah. That would be swell. McCoy would laugh his ass off, then send every dick joke from three star systems to his PADD for hourly, nay half-hourly entertainment.

“No, Spock. That’s not necessary. I’ll be there in a few. Kirk out.”

He got up from the floor, idly rubbing his left ass cheek.  His dick pointed the way to the shower and some sort of relief, and Jim followed, yawning.  The dreams that had gotten him this way always disappeared as soon as he woke up. Jim didn’t normally set too much of a store by his dreams. God knew he had his fair share- from anxiety-driven nightmares that woke him up in the middle of the night, to the purely sexual dreams upon just about every diplomat or dignitary that he’d met (and sometimes his crew which always made him feel jumpy and fairly disgusted with himself) over the two years of his mission had paraded through at some point.

But these dreams were different.

Jim would wake with a feeling of such longing, such want and need that it would take him a moment to realize that he was actually alone in his bed on the Enterprise.  He would be hot, sweaty and so turned on that sometimes just the slightest feeling of friction would send him over, rutting against the mattress.  Jim always remembered the slightest impressions, pale skin, desperate eyes, and then… nothing.  Everything would disappear from his psyche as though sucked out into space.   

Jim turned on the water shower instead of the sonic and stood there for a moment before soaping his hand and jerking off, quickly and without thinking of anyone in particular. He kept his mind blank on purpose. It had taken him a long time to be able keep his fantasies from jumping out at him, and he fought to keep them sterile. Ironically, Spock would probably find his control admirable. Unless he ever found out what some of Jim’s earlier fantasies were about. Jim finished, watching rather listlessly as his come swirled down the drain.  Maybe he just needed to get laid.  Actually, that sounded like a ridiculously good idea.  They were due for shore leave in just a few weeks. He could hold out that long. Maybe once he had sex that didn’t involve his hand he’d stop having these stupid dreams.

***

Jim waited impatiently as the doors to the turbolift slid open and walked out with his customary jaunty step. It didn’t matter how many times he walked out on this bridge- his bridge- Jim never failed to get a little jolt of adrenaline. He usually used the main turbolift, and the view never changed. The doors would slide open, giving Jim the view of people working together like a well-oiled machine. They hadn’t always worked this seamlessly.

Uhura was busy at her station. Today, because of he was late, she gave him a little quirk of the eyebrow that looked entirely too much like her boyfriend’s customary greeting.  Jim winked back at her.  In the two years since she’d been given the position by Captain Pike, she worked extremely hard for her rank of Lieutenant. She and Jim still sniped at each other, but their relationship had grown into something resembling mutual admiration. Uhura still wouldn’t answer him if he called her Nyota, and she still had a way of calling him Captain that made Jim feel like he was about three inches tall, but on the whole there were no major issues. Jim actually got the feeling that she felt a little sorry for him.

Sulu was Sulu. On the bridge he was absolutely professional, aside from a wickedly sarcastic comment or three. Sulu was somewhat of an adrenaline junkie, but his work was beyond exemplary, as though he still had something to prove from his first, humiliating experience as pilot of the Enterprise.  Off-duty he was completely different.  He had a wicked love of inappropriate comments and practical jokes that never failed to crack Jim up.

Chekov was as different from Sulu as night was to day. Chekov was obviously curious about everything. He kind of reminded Jim of a overly adventurous puppy.  He and Scotty were constantly discussing things via their PADDs, and Chekov had this habit of swearing under his breath in Russian (that was actually kind of hilarious) whenever he disagreed with the Chief Engineer.  Then he would usually ask Spock his viewpoint, and the three of them would carry out their opinionated discussions accompanied by the disgusted Russian swearing, an occasional eyebrow or twitch of pale lips, and a few highly entertaining occasions when Scotty would actually come up to the bridge to “discuss” the matter, usually so irate at the way Chekov and Spock had ganged up on him, that actual words through his accent was practically indiscernible.

When Jim walked onto the bridge, Spock was standing behind Chekov, his hands clasped behind his back.  Usually he too was at his science station, but as he was covering for Jim clearly he was discussing something or another with their navigator.   He turned at Jim’s entrance, almost as though he knew it was Jim before the doors opened.  Jim couldn’t help the sheepish smile that stretched over his features when he saw Spock turn his head from looking over Chekov’s shoulder and fully face Jim.  

“Sorry about that, Spock.  Thanks for covering for me.”

“It is of negligible importance. However, I have duly noted that this is the sixth time you have arrived late to your shift in excess of fifteen point three minutes.”

Jim’s shoulders slumped. Figures.  Two years and Spock still found every chance under the sun to criticize his actions. Sure, they were kind of deserved in this situation, but Spock didn’t have to be such a dick about it. Jim rubbed the palm of his hand across the back of his neck.  As was so often the case with Spock, Jim’s mouth was moving before his brain could stop him. “Yeah, I know Spock. You can punish me later for it if you want. Sorry for the inconvenience of those whole ten minutes, but I’m fairly certain that you’re qualified to handle things.”  Jim went to his chair and sprawled, looking up at his first officer with a slight grin.

Spock drew himself up, chin tilting almost imperceptibly. “As five of these six instances have been in the past month and therefore indicative of a pattern of lateness, I have informed the Chief Medical Officer per Starfleet regulations. I believe he expects you in Sickbay before the end of your shift. “Spock turned and walked to his chair, busying himself without another word.  

“Report, Mr. Sulu.”  Jim’s kept his voice clear of any of what he was feeling.  It didn’t matter how friendly he tried to be. Spock usually managed to make Jim feel like he was just minding the store until Spock returned to take care of things. Jim resented the hell out of that. He’d always had issues with authority figures. He’d been resenting the hell out of that for over a year and a half. It didn’t matter how many meals they’d shared (usually with Uhura or McCoy there to serve as a buffer), or how many chess games in the rec room they’d played (again in front of the crew which served as its own buffer) the so called epic friendship the Ambassador had hinted at was never going to happen.

“We are still en-route to Javor-IV, and will drop out of warp in roughly two hours, sir.”

“Thanks.  Lieutenant, can you please send me the specifications from the Javorians? I’d like to bone up before we beam down.”

“Oh. I ah, sent those to Spock last week.” Uhura sounded flustered. “I’ll send them right over, sir.”

“Thank you.” Jim didn’t let one iota of emotion show in his voice. Spock would have been proud- well if the cold-blooded bastard could even admit to being proud. Which, Jim thought, there was a likelier chance of Delta Vega becoming the quadrant’s newest vacation spot than that happening. Spock had probably sent the information to Jim, and Jim had likely overlooked it in the midst of the other eight hundred reports that crossed his PADD every day.  Fuck. He had to stop doing that. Spock hardly needed another reason to think he wasn’t fit for this job.

The beep at Jim’s console caught his attention. The file. The Javorians seemed to be pretty standard. Humanoid looking.  Some kind of convoluted customs on marriage and government, but nothing that the Federation hadn’t come into contact with before. They were a society whose social mores seemed to be based on discipline; although they didn’t seem to have a military to enforce those mores. Their language would be translated through the universal translator, although Uhura had made a note that it wasn’t exact. She had requested to go to down with the away team in order to make improvements, and Jim noted idly that Spock had already okayed her request. That was logical. The communications specialist should have any and every opportunity to study and acquire a new language. It was just an incidental thing that her boyfriend would be on the planet with her- a planet known for new and unexplored plant life.  Jim didn’t really begrudge Spock and Uhura their fun time together. Uhura had been practically giddy over being given the chance to explore a whole new language.  The entire science lab was over the moon at having the chance to play with the new weeds. Or flowers. Something  like that.

“McCoy to Captain Kirk.”

Jim had to grin. Only McCoy could sound that pissed off with four words. “Yeah, Bones?”

“You and I have an appointment, kid. I expect to see you in my office in ten minutes.”

Jim winced.  “Um, about that. I think Spock was jumping the gun a little bit. I feel fine.”

“Bullshit. Ten minutes, Jim. McCoy out.” He disconnected the comm call before Jim had the chance to reply.

Jim opened his mouth then closed it, feeling stupid. Bones would just come up here and drag him away once he had it in his head that Jim needed some sort of medical scan.  He rubbed the top of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Dreams were not a medical emergency. It was a waste of time, but if it kept Spock off of his back then so be it.

Jim began to scroll through the rest of the reports that had accumulated overnight, and had just gotten up to walk to Sickbay when Uhura spoke.

“Captain, you have an incoming message from New Vulcan, sir.”

“Really?” Jim couldn’t help the pleasure that spiked through his voice. New Vulcan could only mean one thing. “Put it on the viewscreen.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ambassador Spock’s face filled the screen.  He raised an eyebrow and nodded once.  Jim knew that he enjoyed seeing the people he’d known, lived and worked with, as younger versions of themselves.

“Ambassador!” Jim sat up in his chair, knowing his face was stretching in a somewhat goofy grin. “If you’re calling about that last chess match, you’re nuts. I won that fair and square.”

The Ambassador’s lips twitched slightly, his eyes warming a fraction. Jim was completely baffled as to why he could read this version of Spock with almost no trouble, yet his Spock remained a total mystery.  “I can assure you, Jim, that I in no way resemble—“

“A nut. I know, Ambassador.” Jim laughed as he finished the elderly Vulcan’s sentence, his mood lightening almost immediately. “Human expression.”

Ambassador Spock’s lips did that twitch again. “No, Jim. While I do value our chess matches, I wished to inform you that your request to spend your leave on New Vulcan has been approved.”

Jim couldn’t help the grin that split his face. “Really? Awesome! I didn’t think they’d go for it.” He felt a shift of air next to him and became at once horribly aware that Spock, the Spock from his timeline was standing next to him, basically observing what amounted to a subspace version of a personal phone call.  All at once he became horribly self-conscious.

“I do have some small influence with the Council.”

Jim snorted.  That was an understatement if ever he’d heard one. 

The Ambassador’s gaze shifted to his counterpart’s. He raised his hand and offered the traditional greeting. 

Spock just nodded coldly, an action that surprised Jim. “May I remind you, Captain that you are expected in sickbay.”

Jim felt his shoulders slump.  Of course.  Just a few words that managed to completely kill his good mood as effectively as throwing cold water on a fire.

The Ambassador raised an eyebrow. “Indeed. I would not care to keep you from the good Doctor’s capable hands.  I anticipate your arrival on New Vulcan. Peace and long life, Jim.”

Jim returned the salute feeling kind of sheepishly proud of himself for managing it. He’d been practicing trying to get his fingers to work for ages. “Goodbye, Ambassador. See you in a couple of weeks.” The Ambassador’s eyes softened and Jim was rewarded with an almost imperceptible smile.  Jim grinned back and ended the connection.

“I was not aware that you and the Ambassador were on such intimate terms.” Spock sounded as though someone had rotated the stick that was normally jammed up his ass.

“There’s no reason you should be, Spock.” Jim stood up from his chair. “I’ll go see Bones. You have the conn.”

“Indeed. It is curious that I continue to find your readiness to engage in such intimate pursuits illogical, given the frequency at which you engage in them. Additionally, your insistence on including the Ambassador in such frivolous behavior when so much on New Vulcan has yet to be accomplished…”

“Spock!” Uhura‘s shocked gasp seemed loud on the suddenly quiet bridge.  Jim paused in front of the turbolift, his step faltering as what Spock said sunk in.  It really, really shouldn’t surprise him that Spock felt that way. He’d certainly given Spock no reason to think otherwise. But what Spock was insinuating couldn’t be further from the truth. Jim valued his friendship with the Ambassador. He could talk with the other version of Spock.  Jim needed that more than anything. And, if he secretly wished that he could have that kind of camaraderie with the younger Spock, well.  That was his business.

 Jim turned, and before the turbolift doors could shut, raised his chin and forced his lips to twist into the cockiest smirk he could imagine.  “Aww, Spock. Don’t worry so much. I promise that whatever the Ambassador and I get up to down there will totally revitalize him when he goes back to work.”  Jim winked and allowed the lift doors to shut.

***

Jim piloted the little shuttlecraft to a perfect landing near where the Javorians stood in a semi-circle.  He’d missed being able to fly.  One of their cultural quirks was that they absolutely refused to allow people to use transporter technology, which left Jim, Spock and Uhura flying down to the planet’s surface together. Jim let a little puff of air escape his lips; glad that the ride in the shuttle was finally over. Uhura had tried to keep a conversation going but had eventually given it up as a bad job, instead busying herself with her PADD and ignoring her two commanding officers.  Jim had made it a point of not acknowledging Spock with much as a twitch of a nose hair, so yeah. Awkward.  They stood up almost as one and walked out of the craft, Jim leading with Spock and Uhura flanking him.

“Greetings, Kirk Captain. We have prepared a feast for your arrival. I am Talok, and these are my advisors, Kalena and Haluno.”

“Greetings, Talok Governor.  These are my advisors Spock Commander and Uhura Lieutenant. We look forward to discussing our business over your fine meal.” Spock stiffened beside him and Jim worried for a moment that he had said something wrong. The Javorian in front of him cocked his head for a moment, his eyes narrowing and Jim had just a second for his mind to blossom with panic before the other being nodded and gestured for the three Starfleet officers to follow him into the large building.

“Captain. Did you fully peruse the debriefing the Lieutenant sent you?” Spock’s whisper was so close to Jim’s ear that he could feel Spock’s lips brush slightly against his skin.  Jim suppressed a shiver.

“Fully? Of course not Spock.  I had you to peruse it for me. What, did you forget to fill me in?” Jim’s hiss was not as quiet as Spock’s and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the three planetary leaders shoulders straighten.

Jim was saved from Spock’s reply by their arrival in an antechamber. It was set up for a meal, with attendants hovering in between each place setting.  The room was very light, in keeping with Javorian customs. Mirrors were interspersed in between the long windows, reflecting enough light that walking into the antechamber was stunning.  The Javorians bowed low from the waist before going to their chairs. Jim wasn’t sure whether to copy their actions, but ultimately decided not to, since the gesture could mean anything from ‘welcome home’ to ‘you look like a monkey’s ass and I hate you’.

Spock and Uhrua both frowned and Jim figured fairly quickly that he had made the wrong move. They sat and Jim waited for Talok to initiate the conversation.  Talok did not, instead allowing the attendants to serve the food. Jim dug into his food and was sucking down something kind of slithery that tasted vaguely like chicken when he realized that he was the only one eating.

Shit.

Spock and Uhura were looking at him as though he had just committed some cardinal sin.  Jim dropped his fork with a clatter that echoed in the antechamber and he felt his face redden in embarrassment. Shiiiit. This was going to be the shortest diplomatic mission in history.

“Enough! Your barbarian ways are displeasing, Kirk, Captain. Return to your ship.”  Talok made as if to stand and Jim followed his movement, reaching out in entreaty.

“Sir, please. You have my most sincere apologies.”

“You think that a mere apology will repair the disrespect that you have shown our planet?” Talok scoffed, looking at Jim like he had done something unforgivable.

Later, Jim would never know what made him say it. “Sir! Talok Governor. Please, there must be something I can do to make amends.” There had to be something. Jim refused to believe that he had fucked this up beyond repair. They had only been dirtside for fifteen minutes!

His panicked flow of words caused Talok to halt his steps, turning slowly to look at Jim. His silence made Jim feel like squirming. He managed to keep still, looking calmly at the alien, trying to communicate his sincerity with his gaze.

After an inestimable amount of time, Talok nodded.  “You may submit to our punishment for your actions. Nothing else. Decide.”

Jim blinked. Punishment? What kind of… it didn’t really matter. He was the one that fucked up. He’d be the one to fix it if at all possible.  He hardly took a moment to think about his response before he opened his mouth and was agreeing. “Yes. I will –“

“No, Captain. I advise against this action.”

Talok’s face changed. His humanoid features shifted into a smirk that Jim had no trouble reading.  Both women and men had been smirking at him like that since he was twelve. He began to feel the tiniest stirring of nervousness.  “You, Spock, Commander have no say in the matter. Kirk Captain has agreed.” He turned to Jim, the timbre of his voice changing, becoming deeper in a way that frankly made Jim’s skin crawl. Fuck. Now what the hell had he done? Jim hadn’t had to sleep his way out of a diplomatic situation since his first two months on the Enterprise, and Spock had made him feel like such a lowlife  for doing so that he had made a special point not to solve problems with his dick since. Talk about a learning experience.

“I will not allow this. The Captain does not understand what it is that you desire. You will not maneuver him into this position.” Spock’s voice at his most cold. Jim recognized Spock’s ‘I would-snap-you-into-small-pieces-if-you-weren’t-so-far-beneath-my attention’ look and has a small spurt of satisfaction that for once, it wasn’t aimed at him.

Talok raised an eyebrow; in a reaction that was eerily similar to Spock’s.  Jim began to feel a bit superfluous as he swiveled his head from Spock’s face to Talok’s face as though watching a tennis match. 

“I recognize your prior claim.” 

A strange sort of shudder seemed to run through Spock’s frame at Talok’s words.

Jim opened his mouth to speak, but was forestalled by the unexpected heat of Spock’s hand as it clamped around Jim’s forearm. The last time Spock had touched him it was to strangle him one-handedly. Jim felt his brain stutter. “Captain. You are positive that you wish to make amends this way? Given time we could find a more logical means of…”

Jim was beginning to feel like he had missed something terribly important. He interrupted, “Spock. I have to. You know we need this mission to be successful.” Jim tilted his head, staring at a small muscle twitching in Spock’s jaw. “It won’t... kill me or anything right?”

“Affirmative.”  Spock’s voice was icy.

“Decide, Kirk Captain. My magnanimousness is not boundless.”

Jim bit his lip. “I accept.”

Talok’s gaze seemed to sharpen. “Very well.” He snapped his fingers and several of the attendants shifted back the table, leaving one lone chair in the middle of the room.

It was at that point that Jim began to get a really bad feeling about this. Spock’s grip tightened on Jim’s arm once, almost bruising before he yanked his hand away. Spock went to the chair and sat down, his posture completely rigid.

“Captain. Attend.”

Jim’s eyes widened. He heard a slight strangled sound from those watching from the table and remembered Uhura for the first time in several minutes. She was staring at Spock as though she couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“Uh.”

“Captain. Come here.” Spock pointed to the floor in front of him.

What the fuck? Jim’s eyebrows knitted as he walked forward.

“And remove your trousers.”

Jim stopped so quickly that his boots squeaked on the marble surface, his eyes widening even further. “Wh—Sp—wh-“ He couldn’t even talk. Jim knew he was gasping somewhat like a stranded fish. He chose not to examine why his hands went to the fastening on his uniform trousers at Spock’s command before he could even think about what it was that Spock had ordered.

“Kirk Captain. Your reticence is tiresome.”

Translation: Shit or get off the pot. Right then. Spock’s brown eyes were colder than Jim had ever seen them. Jim was so busy staring at him that he did not notice the way that Spock’s hand whipped out again, yanking Jim close enough into Spock’s personal space that their knees bumped as Jim regained his balance. Jim’s mind was blessedly silent.

“Kirk Captain.”  Talok did not sound amused.

Jim winced.

“Captain. You must lower your trousers and arrange yourself on my lap. The traditional punishment is for the punished to receive several sharp blows of my hand to your posterior.”

Jim blinked. Clearly they were in another alternate reality where Spock talked about spanking in a voice completely devoid of inflection or emotion.  Jim darted a quick gaze to Uhura who was staring at her plate as though she could bore holes into it with just her gaze.

Spock lowered his voice even further. “Now, Jim. Stalling would be inadvisable.”

Jim swallowed and nodded, undoing his trousers and laying down somewhat awkwardly on Spock’s lap. Jim gasped at the heat that Spock seemed to put out. He didn’t know what to do with his arms, so he lowered them down in front of him, tightening his hands on the wooden slats of the chair. 

“Kirk Captain. You will count each strike of Spock Commander’s hand until I bid you to cease. Spock Commander, this sort of thing is best done with bare skin. You will not spare your Captain any pain or you will have rescinded your prior claim. I will be happy to take over this punishment instead of just observing.”

 Jim had just a moment to tense before he felt the cool air of the room on the top of his ass as Spock slowly lowered the waistband of his underwear.  Jim shifted, still not believing that this was actually happening. The front of his underwear was caught on his cock, and they slipped down to just under as Spock made sure he was naked, his ass completely bare to the entire room.  Maybe he was dreaming. Of course why he would be dreaming of Spo—

Smack!

Jim jumped, gasping. That had fucking hurt! He could feel the sting of Spock’s hand on his left ass cheek. Jim whipped his head around to stare up at his First Officer incredulously. Jim’s eyes narrowed when Spock refused to meet his gaze, instead staring at something over Jim’s head.

“Count, Jim.” Spock’s gravelly voice caused Jim’s teeth to grind together.

“One.”

I bet he’s getting off on humiliating me. He’s probably wanted to do this forever.

Another smack, this time on the other ass cheek, hard enough that the tight flesh jiggled a little.  

“Two.”  Jim grunted a little, quietly, cursing inwardly.  Fucking ow fucking Vulcans and their fucking strength.

The third smack landed almost in the middle; Spock’s hand spread so that it was in almost the exact center of his ass. Jim shifted, rocked on Spock’s lap and felt Spock’s other hand come down softly on the center of his back, between his shoulder blades as though to hold him in place.

“Three.” The force of Spock’s spanks was unexpected; on just this side of brutal. Jim forced his eyes open and froze completely. 

He’d forgotten about the mirrors.

Jim could see his shocked, wide blue eyes in a face that had gone ruddy from a mix of the position in which he now found himself and humiliation. Spock raised his leg slightly, which caused several things to happen at once. Jim was tilted so that he could see the bright red handprints on his ass, an eye-catching pink in the almost blinding white light of the antechamber. When Spock moved his leg, it caused Jim’s cock to press against Spock’s other leg. The heat from Spock’s body was like a sauna. Spock met Jim’s gaze in the mirror just as he raised his hand, coming down once again on the left cheek, lower this time so that the bottom of Spock’s palm pressed against the top of Jim’s naked thigh.

“Fuh—Four.” Jim’s voice wavered as he felt his cock twitch and start to harden with the force of Spock’s blow, sending him pressing even more tightly against the firm muscle of his First Officer’s thigh.  His eyes widened.

Jim frantically tried to stop his reaction. Spock would kill him. He was suddenly horribly, unbelievably embarrassed. He could feel the eyes of every single being in the room, focused on him. Jim wasn’t exactly shy about having people’s attention. Hell, any other day of the week the attention would cause Jim to slip into that hyper-aware mode of his, the single-minded determination that made him the best fucking captain in Starfleet.  But now? He wanted to crawl away. It was bad enough that this was being done because he’d fucked up, but to have Spock calmly doling out this humiliation with no more emotion than when he was doing some sort of equations was… not fun. It was even worse knowing that Spock absolutely loathed him. Jim even felt guilty that he’d put Spock in ... this position.

Jim couldn’t look away from Spock’s reflection as he watched his hand come down on the other cheek, the smack sounding freakish and horrible in the room.  Jim felt his cock harden even more as he was pushed into Spock’s lap from the force of the spank.

“Five.” His voice was a whisper.  Incredibly he felt his eyes tear up. Perfect. As if he needed another reason to feel like a complete waste of humanity in front of Spock. He couldn’t feel individual smacks anymore. His ass was a mass of pain. It felt hot when Spock hit him and Jim couldn’t keep Spock’s eyes any more. He lowered his neck so that he was looking down at the floor, completely humiliated.

“Your people will leave us.” Spock spoke as he brought his hand down again. “I wish for this to cease being a public display. It is within my rights as punisher.”

“Si-six.” Oh fuck. Fuuck, that had felt.. not painful. Jim’s cock had completely hardened with the heat of Spock’s body, the slow, measured friction of his naked flesh against Spock’s own uniform trousers. He could feel the slick wetness as the precome slid against his stomach. His underwear was suddenly even more horribly uncomfortable, in effect pushing his cock up, trapping it in a way that kept it in position. Jim bit his lip, desperate not to show anyone what was happening to him. Spock would have to be blind and dead not to notice, but Jim really, really didn’t want.. Oh Jesus. Uhura was there. Uhrua was watching her boyfriend … spank him.

Inexplicably, the thought caused Jim’s cock to harden even further, more liquid leaking from the tip. He chuffed out a breath that most definitely was not a pain sound. He felt Spock’s body tense even further under him. The hand that wasn’t spanking him felt like a brand between his shoulder blades.

Jim didn’t even notice the sound of the numerous feet walking out of the room. If Talok said anything, Jim completely missed it. He tightened his ass, thrusting shallowly against Spock’s thigh, beyond caring. His whole world had centered down to the expected sting, the painful smack, and the next and the next hearing his voice, growing rougher and rougher as he counted. Smack! Smack!

Smack!

Fuck yeah. Oh oh god that was good. Come’on Spock. Again. Do it. “Twelve,” Jim moaned now, rutting once again against Spock’s thigh, pushing his ass up a little for the next smack. He could feel tears roll out from under his closed eyelids.

Smack!

Spock’s hand hit him, twisting a little in something almost like a caress as Spock’s long fingers slid against the tender skin between Jim’s cheeks.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh Spock….

“Thirteen!” Jim couldn’t help the shout. He couldn’t feel any more pain. Each smack against his reddened ass was confusing his brain- he didn’t know what was actually hurting and what was turning him on.  Jim spread his legs as far as the waistband of his underwear would allow him, arching up again, feeling his cock jiggle with each smack, before he thrust it back down into Spock’s lap.

Spock’s hand came down again, with more force, the fingers of his hand lingering this time on the soft skin of Jim’s balls. Jim thought for a crazy second that he could feel the pads of the Vulcan’s fingertips on the sensitive skin.

“Fuck Oh fuck Fourteen! Ohh. Nggh, fucking hell, Spock. Do that  aga—aaah!”

Smack!

Oh shit oh shit he was... he was going to come right here on Spock, on fucking Spock’s goddamn lap.

Jim felt a sharp pain on his head and it was so unexpected from what he had been expecting that he went with it, startled. Spock had yanked his head up by his hair so that he was staring at himself in the mirror again. Jim watched, his face completely wrecked, his ass now cherry red in the light of the room.  Spock’s eyes were watching him intensely, the brown gaze seeming to take in everything at once. Jim met his gaze through lids at half-mast, biting his lip and moaning at the picture they made in the mirror. Spock looked down at Jim’s ass, a slight green blush staining his cheeks. Jim saw him lick his lips.

It was about this time that Jim remembered that Spock was a touch telepath.

Spock didn’t spank him, but rubbed his palm and fingers against the burning heat of Jim’s ass and met Jim’s widened blue eyes in the reflection of the mirror, and Jim was losing it, coming hard, his eyes rolling back in his head as he jerked and moaned on Spock’s lap.

He lay there, spent, his heart beating almost painfully in his chest. Spock’s hand still gripped his hair, curled in the short strands. Spock’s grip eased at once. He felt Spock’s shaking fingers as they pulled up his underwear over his ass and Jim froze, feeling nauseous as the afterglow completely faded.  He jumped off of Spock’s lap, staring almost horrified at the wet stain on the Vulcan’s black trousers.

“Jim.” Hearing a slight tremble in Spock’s voice sent Jim into a flurry of movement, tucking his wet, spent cock back into his underwear and yanking them the rest of the way up, jerking his trousers up and fastening them with hands that shook. Oh god. Jim wasn’t brave enough to meet Spock’s eyes before he was turning and fleeing out of the antechamber, stopping suddenly at the huge cathedral-like doors that Jim had no memory of entering. He stopped for a moment and wiped his face with the arm of his uniform, uncomfortably aware of the sticky mess on his stomach. Great. He took a deep breath and arranged his black undershirt and pulling down his gold Uniform shirt so that he looked more like the Captain of the goddamn flagship of Starfleet and less like a guy who had just humped… yeah. Not thinking about that right now.

He cringed inwardly when he heard Spock’s footstep behind him but squared his shoulders and pulled open the doors before Spock could say anything. In fact, if he never heard Spock speak again that would be completely okay with Jim.

“Kirk Captain, Spock Commander. We of Javor-IV would like to welcome you and your colleagues to our planet. We have prepared guest rooms for you and Uhura Lieutenant.”Talok and his two advisors bowed low. Their whole demeanor had completely changed. The inhabitants of Javor-IV looked almost giddy.

“We thank you for your hospitality, Talok Governor.” Jim was surprised at how even his voice was.  What he wanted to do was kick the smug smile off of his face.

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