EO: Moon of Jupiter Part III
O’Conner switched it up again, cupping his hand and smacking her bottom much harder than he had before, the sound more drum-like. “You going to spank me all day?” Steph asked, her ire rising as her embarrassment grew. “Don’t know yet,” O’Conner replied, curtly. “We’ll see how it goes.” Steph smacked the wall panel in frustration. “Now, now, now. There will be none of that, young lady. You think you’d be just a bit more contrite after putting me through that embarrassment with Houston.”
He got leverage and grabbed her panties, pulling them down to her bent knees in one deft move. “Holy shit! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Steph screamed, glaring at O’Conner. But he didn’t reply. He dipped a finger between her legs.
“Interesting,” he said as she took in a rapid breath of air. “For someone so ‘put out’ by her punishment you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit, don’t you think?” Steph’s face grew red and she buried it back in her hands. Outside the station, the orbit took it into the shadow of the sun, the module growing dark. Automatically, warm florescent task lighting winked on, the cold brightness of the sun’s rays fading away to darkness. He rubbed a finger there, briefly, before going back to his punishment.
“Just get it over with, will you?” she muttered.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” O’Conner asked, spanking her again with a volley of rapid-fire smacks.
“I…I don’t know what I want,” Steph succumbed. O’Conner smiled, but she couldn’t see it. He looked around the module and found what he was looking for just out of reach: a telescoping rod with a magnet at the tip used for fishing loose metal objects from narrow crevasses and seams. He collapsed the antenna-like device into a shorter, stocky and more robust implement.
O’Conner placed one hand on the top of her ass and carefully lined up the tool, pulled back and hit her on the bottom, hard. “Ouch!” Steph screetched.
“Shhhh,” O’Conner said. “Or it’ll just get worse.” Steph closed her mouth, quickly, and bit her arm when O’Conner brought the metal telescoping rod evenly across her cheeks again and again until they were red with welts. Steph began to sob, so very quietly.
O’Conner began to rub the welts, pushing firmly on them and once again uttered, “Shhhh.” Only this time it sounded much more compassionate than it did a few minutes earlier. He pulled her sports bra up then, exposing her naked back to him. She didn’t complain. He waited for her tears to subside. “I think you’re starting to learn your lesson, young lady,” he said to her, striking her lightly a few times on her back, then letting the rod go to float away on the kinetic energy of his release, reaching around to squeeze Steph’s perky breasts.