"The Joy of Discipline"

[LeftEar JoNs 0]

8.4.06 (2397)

ISS Agincourt ICC-81762

“The Joy of Discipline”

 

Lt. JoNs stalked down the corridor toward Robairs private quarters. Stopping in front of the door, she exchanged a look with the security guard standing outside on his duty shift guarding Robair. His look said "What'd you do?" Her look said "Don't ask, it's a long story". JoNs rang the buzzer indicating she had arrived.

 

"Enter," stated Robair to the door, as he eagerly stretched out comfortably on his bed. He wouldn't admit it, but he had been waiting for this moment for several months. He watched JoNs as she entered, and a smile grew on his face, despite the fact she had not followed orders to wear something sexual. "Come on over, and we'll discuss what you've done and what we're going to do to settle it."

 

Standing at parade rest attention, JoNs regarded her superior. "I see. Is this how you conduct all department disciplinary business sir?" She bared her fangs slightly. Looking her body over, Robair merely smiled. "Oh, of course not. There aren't very many females in a security department, so I only get this luxury on special occasions."

 

JoNs cocked her head to one side, flicking an ear back. "What gave you any indication that I have any desire to...play in your sandbox?"

 

"I see your tail wag every time you see me, JoNs. And, besides, I'll order you to fill my desires before I check indications of your own." Robair sits up, placing his arms around his knees. "Come on over, kitten."

 

"No, actually sir it wags because I am a Caitian and we do that whole tail swish thing." Then, moving with an unnatural speed she pounced Robair.

 

Robair was quite surprised by the pounce, and may have screamed a bit. "Fiesty, are you? Well, let's just see what you can do!" He threw the cover up over their heads. "What do you do best, may I ask?"

 

With a purring in sharp contrast to the feral smile she wore, JoNs regarded her commanding officer and his rather...surprising disciplinary tactic. "I do many things well...but, one question. Are you sure you wish to...cavort with a non-Terran? You're taking quite the risk." Her claws danced menacingly along his neck.

 

Robair laughed a bit. "Just because I believe that non-Terran life forms are benign to Terrans doesn't mean I don't enjoy their company at... special events such as this. It is actually nice to have some different styles every now and again." With this, Robair kissed JoNs on the cheek. Kansas purred at the kiss. "I as well enjoy...the occasional distraction." Her claw moved gently down his arm, but her eyes locked onto his. ”One condition. What goes on in here stays in here. In our business, not being careful means our death..." She let the statement hang in the air.

 

"Oh, Kansas, I wouldn't dream of letting this get out into the open. Our little secret... and I like the purring." Robair brought Kansas up on top of him. "The walls are thick. Don't bother being too quiet, my beautiful kitten."

 

"Chief...this is one of the more pleasant disciplinary actions I have encountered." Purring deeply, Kansas leaned down and kissed Robair on the lips. Robair returned the kiss immediately. "Lieutenant, this one of the greatest disciplinary actions I've ever ordered. You must get in trouble more often." Robair began sliding his hand up Kansas' mid-drift, as his mouth made way for the cat's neck.

 

Reacting favorably to Robair's touch, she chuckled and her purring became louder. "In more trouble? Oh, of course. You know me..."

 

Lt. Commander Benjamin Robair

Second Officer-Chief Security Officer

 

Lt. (SG) M.S. “Kansas” JoNs

Chief Tactical-Assistant Security Officer