Author's notes:  This idea popped into my head and *refused* to shut up 
until I wrote it.  Has no relation to the story "Lessons" by Chris 
Dionne, but I couldn't think up a better title.

Rating:  NC-17 for the explicit lovemaking and a bit of domination and 
humiliation.  Parents, I don't even want to hear it if your precious 
children don't follow the rules.

Thanks go out to my beta-team--Rissa, Lila, Gabi, Lia and Shai as 
always.

Dedication:  To Jamelia, for being the inspiring force (when I get 
writer's block, I take a break and read one of her masterpieces), and to 
Kristina, for being the best friend ever.

Lesson
by Audra Denning


        Even the best relationships are not always perfect.
        The whole incident had begun three days ago at Captain Janeway's 
birthday party.  Chakotay had presented her with a beautiful silver 
locket that held a picture of her and her beloved dog, Bear.  She had 
been embarrassed, but delighted.  The others "oohed" and "aahed" and 
made a fuss, especially when he then proceeded to give her a quick kiss.  
Tom had leaned down to whisper some smart-ass remark to B'Elanna about 
Chakotay taking his sweet time.  B'Elanna, in turn, gave him a stern 
mock glare and since no one else was looking, a warning pinch on his 
backside.  But unknown to either of them, someone in fact had witnessed 
the pinching incident and then earlier that present day, had decided to 
try the same thing herself.  Only she had decided to try it in front of 
everyone in the mess hall.  Eventually, word of it got back to B'Elanna, 
via Belinda Henley.  To say that she was furious was an understatement.
        "How DARE she!" was the first thing B'Elanna screamed when she stormed 
into Tom's quarters.
        "It's not that big of a deal," Tom pointed out.
        "That's all you can say?!" B'Elanna demanded.
        "She didn't realize that she shouldn't have done it."
        "Oh *right*."
        "You don't have to overreact so much.  She realized afterwards that she 
shouldn't have, got embarrassed, and apologized."
        "Don't you tell me not to overreact, Paris!  Lack of knowing manners is 
no excuse for what she did!  That oversexed Borg has no right to *touch* 
you, much less grab your ass!"
        Tom gave her a cross look.  "You are really starting to act like a 
spoiled brat."
        She whirled to face him, the soft dark skirt she had chosen to wear 
that night swirling around her ankles.  "What did you say?!"
        "You heard me.  You're acting like a spoiled brat.  What you really 
need is a good spanking."
        "Don't you dare," she hissed.
        "This time, I will dare."  His hand shot out and he grabbed her by the 
wrist.  He only had to take a few steps back before reaching the couch.  
He quickly sat and hauled her over his knee.  He was glad she wasn't 
wearing her uniform.  As it was, it was no easy task to get her skirt up 
and panties down, but he managed.
        "Let me go!"
        "Not a chance!"  And with that, he brought his hand down hard on her 
bare bottom.  She screamed in outrage.  He delivered another smack.  She 
tried to struggle away.
        "Oh no you don't, B'Elanna."  He pulled her back over his knee.  With 
his free hand, he managed to catch both wrists and pin them at the small 
of her back.  When she was securely restrained, he gave her a third 
stinging smack.  She continued to struggle and he continued to spank 
her.  A few minutes later, he paused, noticing the brilliant scarlet 
shade of her skin.  And of all things, her struggles were beginning to 
arouse him.
        "Are you going to behave now?" he asked her.
        Her response was to swear at him in Klingon while continuing to attempt 
escape.
        He shook his head.  "Watch your language, Torres.  That isn't very 
becoming."  He brought his hand down again.
        B'Elanna bit the inside of her cheek as the pain lanced through her.  
That stung!  She felt tears in her eyes and forced them back.  He 
continued to punish her and finally she gave up fighting.  It wasn't 
doing her any good.
        Noticing that she had ceased her struggles, Tom stopped and released 
her, allowing her to get up.  "Have you learned your lesson?"
        "Yes," she whispered.  She looked up at him sorrowfully.  "I'm sorry 
for being such a brat."
        He opened his arms and she came to him.  He hugged her for a minute, 
then leaned down to kiss her.  She returned the kiss eagerly.  He 
continued to devour her mouth while slowly undressing her.  Once she was 
naked, he snaked a hand between her legs and felt how wet she was.  She 
moaned aloud and began to writhe against him.
        He lifted her slightly, bringing her feet off the ground but continuing 
to tease her, and carried her to the bed.  He lay her down on her 
stomach, quickly stripped, then moved up behind her, spreading her 
thighs apart.  "Do you want me, B'Elanna?" he murmured, pressing his 
hardness against her.
        "Kahless yes--please Tom," she moaned.
        He caressed her still-red backside, then thrust hard into her.  She let 
out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream.  Excited by this, he 
grasped her hips and continued to move faster, his thrusts going deeper.  
She cried out his name, her hands fisting in the bedsheets, the only 
grip she had on her control.
        All too soon, the climax erupted.  B'Elanna screamed as the shudders 
ripped through her.  Tom let out a cry, then collapsed over top of her.  
Their breathing eventually slowed to a normal rhythm.  He sighed and 
kissed her hair.  She turned to face him, smiling softly.
        "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.
        She shook her head.  "No.  You were right--I did deserve it.  And now I 
feel better--in a way."
        He laughed and pulled her close.

*

        (one week later)
        The door chime rang.
        "Hold on," Tom called.  He marked the spot in the old hardbound novel 
he was reading, then got up to answer the door.  When it opened, he 
smiled, for B'Elanna was standing there.
        "Hi, love," he greeted.
        "Hi," she smiled.
        He reached down to draw her into a warm hug.  She returned it, but as 
he held her tighter, she turned her head and whispered, "I've been a bad 
girl."
        That stopped him short.  He drew back to look down at her.  She was 
smiling devilishly and slowly, a grin spread across his face.  His grin 
widening, he pulled her inside, letting the door close behind him.


© 1998 by Audra.  Characters aren't mine, story is.  Comments - 
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