She floated there for a moment, just staring at him. What the hell am I supposed to do now? She looked at the hairnet over the camera. He’d wadded it up in such a way that it completely obliterated any opportunity for the optics to pick up anything going on in the Lab module. “I’m waiting,” he said, looking quite testy and, if Steph was going to be honest, just a bit hot.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, making a decision and unzipping the front of her jumpsuit. She wore white cotton panties and a cotton sports bra, both regulation. O’Conner could see the darkness of her nipples through the white ribbed fabric. He kept his eyes locked on hers, however. She wriggled out of her jumpsuit, which isn’t easy without something to push back on, but she was adept at it. She used a hand to steady herself and looked at him. “You’re not going to spank me.”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to argue,” O’Conner said. “I told you you needed to be punished, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He reached for her.
“Don’t touch me!” Steph replied. “This is weird.”
“Not as weird as it’ll be when I remove this,” he said, reaching for the hairnet. “You’d have your own embarrassment with C&C, wouldn’t you?”
“Okay, okay!” Steph said. She was on a career path to Commander and she wasn’t going to mar that trajectory with some stupid “sex scandal.” “Fine.” She turned around and braced her arms against two panel handles that jutted out of a section of the experiment rack. She placed her sock-covered feet below on a shelf and presented her bottom to him. “Just get it over with, for Chrissakes.”
O’Conner floated around behind her and placed a strong hand on her waist. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again,” he said, growling. “I respect you too much to something inane like that.” And before he finished his sentence, his hand struck her left cheek, hard!
“Hey!” she shouted, turning to look back at him and glaring. “That was hard!” She saw something in his face that told her he was serious…and not done.
“Don’t move,” was all he said.
He smacked her other cheek, just as hard. She yelped. He repeated this a few times, then leaned down and grabbed her waist, spanking her bottom in a flurry of rapid, open-palmed strikes. O’Conner could hear her breathing change. She started to breath more heavily. “I’ll teach you a lesson about respect!”
He made his fingers rigid and smacked her again, with just the fingers, so it was quite stingy. Steph moaned and lowered her head to her hands.