A Case of Acute BMS…or…A Cute Case of BMS
Written by SoM…for Nadia with permission from Nadia
Donny was holding Jenny’s hand firmly as he led her through the crowd, and she was furious as she struggled to keep up. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as they followed Commander Tinsley’s wife closely…it wasn’t fair! Lieutenant Commander Compton’s husband was an arrogant jerk, and she hadn’t said anything that everyone else in the compartment wasn’t already thinking. It’s not like she wanted to come to these stupid Officer’s Calls that the Captain held once a month, they were always such a pain. Everyone dressed up and smiled, and to Jenny they all seemed so plastic and fake. Since they were social occasions, the officers were required to bring an escort. For most they simply brought their spouse, though some brought a date and those with children might bring an older child. Since Jenny fell somewhere in that range, Donny felt she was the logical choice for his escort. When she had hemmed and hawed, he had suggested asking one of the unattached ensigns, to which she had responded somewhere along the lines of “It’ll be a cold day on the Fire Plains Ensign Williams!”
Having painted herself into the corner, she was now obligated to attend these functions…but no one had said she had to be happy about it. She had been enduring this one in particular just fine…until Mr. Compton had opened his mouth. She had actually been quite proud of herself, she hadn’t raised her voice or used any rude language, and watching his mouth snap shut and his face turn purple had been extremely satisfying. But suddenly Donny was standing beside her placing the back of his hand against her forehead like he was checking her temperature. Jenny’s face paled, and then she suddenly blushed a very bright red. She never should have told Donny the story about Dad and curing ‘big mouth syndrome’. She had thought it amusing, but Donny had carried it to a whole new level, joking about checking her for symptoms.
Mrs. Tinsley, the hostess of this particular function, was suddenly beside him looking down at Jenny. “She looks very flushed, Ensign Williams, it’s not…” Donny shook his head. “No Mrs. Tinsley, it’s not that. It’s just a minor condition that Jenny suffers from occasionally.” Mrs. Tinsley looked alarmed “Should we take her to sickbay?” Donny shook his head, “No Ma’am, it’s not life threatening.” and then he caught Jenny’s eye as he continued. “It’s normally just irritating, but it can be painful and embarrassing at times.” Jenny looked down at her feet and felt herself blush even more. Donny took her hand in his and looked back at Mrs. Tinsley. “Ma’am, is there a small, quiet compartment I could take her to?” Mrs. Tinsley nodded “Certainly, please follow me.” As Jenny held onto Donny’s hand, the anger she was feeling was beginning to give way to dread, and she could feel the butterflies forming in her stomach. Suddenly the thought of being in the crowd at this social function seemed preferable to being in a room all alone with…<gulp> Sir!
Mrs. Tinsley led them to a hatch which slid open with a whisper, and Jenny could see a small compartment that looked like a combination office and sitting room. Donny squeezed her hand gently, and she looked up at him, but his face was unreadable. “Jenny, please find yourself a corner while I speak with Mrs. Tinsley.” Flushing with embarrassment, Jenny stared forward resolutely as she walked across the small compartment to the corner furthest from the hatch, planting her nose in it firmly. She was beginning to get angry again and she wanted to growl in frustration, but part of her didn’t dare. Donny and Mrs. Tinsley were speaking quietly in the hatchway, and she strained to hear what they were saying, but all she caught was Mrs. Tinsley saying “…of course, I’ll be right back.” Jenny heard the whisper of the hatch sliding shut behind her, and then silence.
Jenny stood there for what seemed like forever, not sure whether Donny was behind her or if he had left her alone to accompany Mrs. Tinsley. Finally, she steeled herself to peek behind her, and as she began to turn she was startled. “You’ll regret it if you do.” Pressing her nose more firmly into the corner, she started to tremble. Donny hadn’t raised his voice, and he didn’t sound angry, but there was a finality to his quiet tone that touched something deep inside of her that urged her that now was the time to be a very good little girl. She sniffled as a single tear rolled down her cheek, unaware that she had placed her hands behind her, unconsciously shielding her bottom. The silence behind her continued, until it was finally broken by the soft whisper of the hatch opening again. “I’m sorry that took so long Ensign Williams, will these do?” Mrs. Tinsley’s tone sounded businesslike, and Jenny desperately wanted to know what ‘these’ were…but she didn’t dare look around. She could feel a whimper forming deep in her chest as Donny replied. “These are perfect Mrs. Tinsley, I really appreciate this.” Jenny heard the whisper of the hatch opening again, and Mrs. Tinsley spoke. “I’ll leave you to it, then. I hope that she gets…better.” Jenny could hear Donny’s soft chuckle as the hatch whispered shut. The whimper started to slip out.
Jenny could hear the sound of a chair scraping on the floor behind her, and then the words she had been dreading. “Jenny, come here please.” She walked stiffly, as it took an extreme amount of will to make her legs move in Donny’s direction, her body knew what lay at the end of that endless short walk. Donny was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, and as she stopped in front him she looked up cautiously. She had expected anger or irritation, but all she saw in his face was sadness, and she was suddenly very unsure of herself. “Hold your hands out in front of you, please.” His voice was soft but brooked no argument, and she found herself thrusting her hands out in front of her as quickly as she could. Donny held out a long, soft scarf, and he began to tie her wrists together gently, almost sensuously, taking great care as he tied the knots. Tugging at her bonds, Jenny realized that they were secure but not uncomfortable, and she began to tremble again as she stammered. “S-Sir, is this really necessary?” Jenny looked into his eyes as he nodded his head sadly. “I’m afraid so, I don’t think you’ll be able to stop yourself from reaching back. When the time comes, I want your full attention on how much this is going to burn.” Jenny sobbed as he patted his lap, and she reluctantly draped herself over it as she began to tremble even more.
As she lay over Donny’s lap, she wasn’t really physically uncomfortable, but the fact that Donny’s hand was resting lightly on her bottom was distinctly unpleasant in its implications. When he lifted his hand away, she drew a sharp breath, but instead of bringing it down, she felt him lift up the back of her dress. Letting out her breath, she glanced over her shoulder to see him beginning to slowly fold it from the bottom. “So, Mr. Compton insulted you?” Donny’s voice was soft as he continued to patiently fold her dress up. “N-no Sir, n-not exactly.” Jenny swallowed. “I see, then he was being rude to you?” Jenny glanced down at her bound wrists. “N-not to me directly, S-Sir.” Donny began another fold. “Then to who?” Jenny swallowed again. “To the woman next to me, Sir.” Jenny felt him begin another fold, exposing her slip almost all the way to her bottom. “And who was she?” Jenny frowned, careful to remain facing away from him. “I’m not sure what her name was, Sir.” The slow folding of her dress was maddening, and as he completed the last fold, it rested on the small of her back. She winced as he rested his hand on the back of her slip, right on top of her bottom. “So, Mr. Compton was rude to a woman you don’t even know, and instead of responding herself, she turned to you and asked you to put him in his place for her?” Jenny blushed scarlet, and turned her face away. Donny began moving his hand across her bottom in slow circles. “I would like an answer please.” Jenny groaned “No Sir, she didn’t.”
“Do you know what my reputation on the ship is, at least with the people here that I work with?” he asked softly. Jenny started in confusion, the change in the conversation taking her off guard. “I’m n-not sure, S-sir.” Donny was still moving his hand in gentle circles across her bottom, and she was having a hard time concentrating. “I wish I was known as ‘that ensign that is always on time’, or ‘that ensign whose astrogation calculations are always perfect’…but do you know how I am known?” Jenny shook her head, still unsure where this was leading. “I…I’m not sure Sir.” She heard Donny sigh softly. “Lieutenant Lassiter explained it to me. He said I’m known as ‘the ensign who has that little girl with the shotgun mouth’…do you know what that means?” Jenny shook her head numbly and he continued. “I had to look it up. A shotgun was an ancient weapon that was very powerful and very loud, which hurled shrapnel in an arc, hitting everything in front of it indiscriminately.” Jenny drew her breath in quickly “Sir, that’s not fair…” She cut herself off sharply and tensed when his hand suddenly lifted away from her bottom.
After an endless horrible moment, Jenny flinched when his hand was suddenly resting on her bottom again, continuing to trace the small, gentle circles. Jenny dropped her head and moaned miserably. “Do you remember your Psych rotation Jenny?” Jenny’s head jerked up in confusion. “S-Sir?” Donny chuckled softly. “It was a simple question, do you remember your Psych rotation and Dr. Petrov?” Still off balance, Jenny struggled to answer. “Of course I do Sir, I learned a lot from her, and she invited us over to her quarters several times…why?” Donnie snorted softly. “Because I couldn’t stand the woman.” Jenny looked over her shoulder at him with wide eyes. “S-Sir?” Donny shook his head. “I’m perfectly serious. The woman was arrogant and condescending, and I would have happily shoved her out an airlock rather than speak with her.” Jenny gaped at him “B-but Sir, I thought you liked her. You were always smiling, and you went with me to her quarters all those times. Why would you do that if you hated her?” Donnie smiled sadly again. “Because you admired and respected her, because she was important to you, because telling her my true feelings would have impacted you negatively where you worked…mainly because I love you.” Jenny faced forward and felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks as she thought about what he was saying.
She felt Donny’s hand lift away and she braced herself, when she felt him reach for the bottom of her slip and begin to patiently fold it up. Jenny dropped her head and sobbed loudly in frustration. “P-please Sir, please just spank me…I can’t stand this!” Donny continued to patiently fold her slip as if she hadn’t spoken, and Jenny felt a tear drip off of the end of her nose. “Earlier you were telling a funny story about something that happened to a patient while you were on rounds once, weren’t you?” Once again Jenny was off balance. “Yes Sir…why?” Jenny could feel the cool breeze from the ventilator as the next fold of her slip exposed her bare thighs almost to her panties, and she whimpered softly. “Was that an entirely proper thing to do?” Jenny tried very hard to concentrate as the next fold exposed her panty-covered bottom. “I named no names Sir, and I kept the description general.” Jenny swallowed as the final fold left her slip resting on the small of her back with the back of her dress, and Donny’s hand now rested lightly on her thin cotton panties. “The patient didn’t happen to be Lieutenant j.g. Marsha Bradbury, did it?” Jenny went rigid, and then looked back over her shoulder at him in shock. “How did you know that Sir?” Donny smiled tightly, and it wasn’t a pleasant smile. “I guessed, because she had just arrived and was about four paces behind you when you were telling your story. She turned remarkably pale for such a dark-skinned woman as you were talking, then excused herself and left. She was in tears as she stepped out of the hatch. It’s entirely possible that others will draw the same conclusion that I did.” Donny began rubbing his hand in small circles on her bottom again, and Jenny closed her eyes and shuddered. “I know that you were speaking with other medical professionals at the time, but the venue was hardly appropriate.” Jenny nodded her head, she had been so happy to find someone who spoke the same language, that she hadn’t thought it through as she settled into shop talk. “Yes Sir.” she added lamely.
Jenny stared down at the floor in front of her, not knowing what to say. She didn’t even whimper as she felt Donny’s hand leave her bottom this time, she simply hung her head and waited. “Would you hold this for me please?” Startled, Jenny looked around and saw that Donny was handing her a hairbrush…a rather large hairbrush. Jenny gulped as she held up her hand “Y-yes Sir.” She hefted it in her hand, and it was very heavy in addition to being very large. “Excuse me Sir, b-but I think this may be too big.” She looked over her shoulder at Donny, but he smiled that tight, unpleasant smile. “I’m sorry Goldilocks, but in this particular instance I believe that it is just right.” The butterflies in Jenny’s stomach began to go crazy, and she burst into tears when she felt him hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties and begin to lower them slowly to her knees. “S-sir, this hairbrush will really hurt!” Donny reached over to take it from her, smiling sadly. “That I promise.” Jenny looked forward abruptly and began crying harder. She felt his arm tighten around her waist, and she wailed “Sir I’m sooooorrrrrryyyy!!” as she began to sob deeply.
Donny actually let her continue to cry as he held her. The anticipation was killing her, and Jenny knew that she was crying harder now than she had at the end of many of her past spankings, and Sir hadn’t even started. Jenny was begging now, though what came out of her mouth was unintelligible. She was speaking in ‘well-spanked girl’ before the hairbrush had even fallen once.
<CRACK!!!>
The sound was loud in the small compartment, actually hurting her ears as it startled the breath out of her and she wondered in confusion what the sound was…and then she felt it. A very loud squeal erupted from her as her bottom erupted in agony. It was fire and it was ice and it began to overwhelm her as it went on and on and became the center of her existence.
<CRACK!!!>
The pain that couldn’t possibly get worse multiplied as she wailed at the top of her lungs. Her hindbrain took over as her body tried to run, or fly, or do anything it could to escape the awful searing pain that was branding her helpless bottom. But try as she might, she could do nothing to stop that horrible hairbrush from falling every two or three heartbeats. Jenny struggled and pleaded, but Sir was going to continue until there was no fight left in her. Finally, she just lay over Sir’s lap and sobbed, praying that he would show mercy.
Eventually it did end, and Jenny lay over Sir’s lap and bawled as her nose ran freely. As she began to settle down she realized that Sir had been rubbing her lower back gently. She tried to wipe her nose and eyes, but found it very difficult with her bound hands. She gasped when Sir started gently squeezing and kneading her bottom. Her bottom was very sore, and it stung a little at first, but then it began to feel sort of good. Suddenly it felt like thousands of bees were stinging her, and she realized with horror what Sir was doing, he was getting the blood to flow again and getting rid of the numbness that was protecting her from the full effects of the fire. He stood her up in front of him and wrapped his arms around her as her full-throated wails began anew…
Jenny wasn’t sure how long she had stood in front of him shaking and sobbing while he held her, but she felt drained dry. Sir gently kissed her on the forehead, and then motioned for her to hold out her hands. He untied them gently, and then hugged her again. “You can rub now if you would like.” Jenny sniffed and nodded “Thank you Sir.” but she had no intention of doing so at the moment. Her bottom still burned, and was throbbing almost in time with her heartbeat…she had absolutely no desire to touch it right now. She twisted around and lifted up her dress and slip to try and see, and gasped. What she could see of her bottom was a deep, dark red. Sir reached down, and she saw that he was reaching for her panties, which were amazingly enough still around her left ankle. “Step out please.” Jenny did as she was told, but looked at him quizzically. “What are you doing with my panties, Sir?” Sir looked up “I’m putting them in my pocket.” Jenny’s eyes widened. “Are we going back to our quarters now, Sir?” Jenny blushed when he shook his head. “No, we’ll be going back to the party. I would suggest that you maintain good posture and think carefully before making any sudden movements.” As he spoke, he placed a safety pin on the left shoulder of her dress. When he began to place one on her right shoulder, she asked “Sir, what are those for?” Sir shrugged, “They give me a place to pin the bottom of your dress and slip to if there are any more problems here this evening.” Jenny started to object, but the look in his eyes silenced her. “Yes Sir.”
Sir put his hands on her shoulder and looked at her. “This is not over. When we get home tonight, you will be spanked with the family paddle until you are crying again, then I will place you on your corner stool at the table to write an apology letter.” Jenny started to tear up “Sir…not to Mr. Compton!” Sir shook his head. “No, not to him. His behavior wasn’t any better than yours, and besides, I overheard Commander Compton telling him to have the Spencer Strap ready when they returned to their quarters.” Jenny swallowed, she felt a little better about that. “No dearest, you will write an apology letter to Lieutenant Bradbury. It will be very neat, very heartfelt, and very tear-stained. I want her to have no doubt about the conditions it was written under when you ask her to read it in front of you…is that understood?” Jenny nodded her head tearfully “Yes Sir, I understand.”
Donny looked at her intently. “You’ve already had one run-in with the Captain, and I thought you understood, but maybe I should clarify.” Jenny looked up at him in confusion. “This is a Fleet vessel underway, which means several things. The first is that it is a closed society, nobody can get away. Rumors and feuds can be just as deadly as disease, and Captains tend to stomp on the people that bring them aboard just as harshly.” Jenny’s eyes widened as he continued. “The second thing is that a Captain is an absolute dictator on his ship, and his word is law. As a member of Fleet, I have no civil rights as long as I am in uniform and serving. As a civilian, you do, but they can be curtailed at the Captains whim if he feels it is in the best interests of the ship and crew.” Donny gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, smiling gently. “Thirdly, you and I are supposed to be a team, supporting and not undercutting each other. Did you know that by Fleet regulations I can be disciplined for ‘Failure to Control a Dependent’?” Jenny gasped “You can’t be serious Sir!” Donny nodded “I’m afraid so. For the privilege of having you with me aboard, I am legally responsible for any action you take, and would be even if you were over 21.” Donny hugged her gently, but her eyes were wide with shock.
Releasing her and holding her at arm’s length, Donny grinned. “Let’s try this another way. I visited a planet one time by the name of Gorow, have you ever heard of it?” Jenny gave him an extremely dirty look, causing him to chuckle. “Good, I see you’ve heard of it. Well, they have something called the ‘Religious Friendly Law’, are you familiar with that?” Jenny folded her arms in front of her and looked at him crossly, tapping her foot. Donny smiled, and then his face turned serious, causing Jenny to step back. “We’re going to take a page from that book. When you’re talking to someone, unless they have a sign on their forehead that says ‘Jenny’s Unbridled Opinion Friendly’, you will think very carefully about who is around and how what you are about to say will affect those around you…is that perfectly clear?” Jenny swallowed hard and nodded “Y-yes Sir, I promise…and it’s Act.” Donny looked at her quizzically “Excuse me?” Jenny looked up at him “It’s the Religious Friendly Act, Sir.” Donny’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and Jenny took another half step back. “What do you see written on my forehead?” Donny said as he pointed towards his eyebrows. Jenny swallowed hard and looked down at her feet, speaking in a small voice. “Nothing, Sir.” Donny grunted “So…what were you saying?” “Nothing, Sir.” Jenny mumbled, as she continued to study her feet intently.
Donny reached out to pull her into a hug again, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, whispering “I’m sorry Sir!” Donny smiled as he stood and held out his hand. “Come on, I still have to put in an appearance at this silly thing, and you need to start thinking about what you’re going to write to Lieutenant Bradbury.” Jenny groaned as they walked through the hatch that whispered open in front of them. “Yes Sir! Sir, my butt is really sore right now…will I be getting nano-lotion tonight?” Donny glanced down at her as they walked along the corridor. “If you get the letter right the first time, I guarantee it. Beyond that we’ll just have to see.” Jenny’s mind raced as she followed him back into the crowd. She was a good writer, she knew she could do this. She rubbed her bottom gingerly and whimpered…this time her bottom really was on the line…she just had to do this!
* * * * *
Jenny winced sharply as she approached the hatch of Lieutenant Bradbury’s quarters. It had been a very long time since she had worn Level III Pain-ties (or any Pain-ties for that matter), and she had forgotten how truly uncomfortable they were. It had been mortifying when Donny had taken her to the ship store to purchase them with her own funds, and then carry them all the way back to their quarters in plain view of everyone after he refused to allow the clerk to bag them. When they were back in their quarters, he promptly opened the package and removed her panties to slide them up over her very sore bottom cheeks.
It had taken three attempts last night to achieve an acceptable apology letter that had satisfied Donny, so instead of nano-lotion, she had received a rather long hand-spanking and cried herself to sleep miserably. After he slipped the Pain-ties on her, he had promptly pulled her over his knee for another brisk hand-spanking, and it was like he knew exactly where every biter was located. As soon as she was bawling hard he placed the letter in her hands and shoved her out the hatch, not even giving her a chance to wash her face. Lieutenant Bradbury’s quarters were half-way across the ship and three decks up, and she must have passed half the crew with her cry-face on…she thought her cry-face was hideous, and she hated having anyone see it, why couldn’t she learn to keep her big mouth shut?
Loosening a hand from the letter she had clutched tightly to her chest, she reached out to the panel beside the hatch, speaking clearly at the chime. “J-Jenny Williams to speak with Lieutenant Bradbury, p-please!” Jenny could feel herself begin to flush as she waited in the corridor, this was so humiliating. After what seemed like forever, she started to reach out again, when the hatch slid open in front of her. Lieutenant Bradbury stood there looking down her with an annoyed expression, her hair was loose around her shoulders and her uniform tunic was partially unfastened. Jenny knew that she should have just gotten off watch, which was why Donny had sent her across the ship at this particular time. “What do you want?” The Lieutenant’s tone was just a touch above surly, and Jenny swallowed and looked up as she extended the letter in front of her. “I-I’m sorry to bother you Ma’am, but I’ve come to deliver this to you.” After looking at her for a long moment, the Lieutenant snatched the letter out of her hand. “What’s this?” Lowering her gaze, Jenny replied “It’s a letter of apology, Ma’am. Sir…I mean my guardian has instructed me to ask you to read it in front of me if you would.”
Lieutenant Bradbury looked hard at her, and Jenny began to study her feet while the Lieutenant opened the letter and began to read. Jenny tried to wait patiently, feeling foolish and ashamed standing out in the corridor like this. Finally she heard the Lieutenant grunt, and she looked up. “I suppose these are supposed to be tear stains, and I’m supposed to gush about how you must have learned your lesson?” Jenny’s breath froze in her chest at the hostility in the Lieutenant’s tone. “You know what I think about this?” Before Jenny could reply, Lieutenant Bradbury balled up the letter and threw it at Jenny’s feet. “I don’t care if Ensign Williams beats you until the universe ends, you’re a horrid little girl and I want nothing to do with you! Tell your father or whatever he is that I don’t want you near me. I don’t want to see you or hear your mouth, or I’ll take it up with his chain-of-command…close!” Jenny was stunned for a moment as the hatch slid shut in her face, and then with a loud sob she snatched the balled up letter off the floor and ran back down the corridor…
* * * * *
Jenny was beyond distraught curled up in Donny’s lap, and he simply held her and rocked her gently through the storm of heartbroken weeping. It was the better part of an hour before she calmed down enough that he could brush the worst of the tears off of her cheeks and help her blow her nose. He kissed her gently on the top of her head before speaking softly. “I’m sorry Jenny.” Jenny sobbed softly “Donnie, it hurts so bad…what do I do now?” Donnie pulled her in a little tighter, ignoring the lapse as desperate rather than disrespectful. “I’m sorry Jenny, but there really isn’t anything you can do right now other than respect her wishes. We tell kindern that you’re supposed to say ‘sorry’ and all is forgiven, but it really doesn’t work that way in the real world. You owed her the apology, but there are some things ‘sorry’ simply doesn’t cover. And there’s no way you can force someone to forgive you.”
Jenny’s sobs picked up again as she burrowed into his chest. “But Sir, I feel terrible, I’ve got to do something.” Donny shook his head gently. “Jenny, the only thing you can really do right now is try and learn from the experience. In a way it’s probably a good thing it happened like this.” Jenny looked up sharply, the hurt in her face clear. “What do you mean Sir, how can you say something like that?” Donny sighed and leaned back. “There are times I really wish you had a different status.” Jenny looked up at him in confusion, and he smiled sadly before continuing. “Other than with me, it seems that a lot of the time you are almost wiggling your bottom at people, and then waving your IMs at them and saying “Nyah, Nyah, Nyah, you can’t touch me!”, and most people let you get away with rude behavior. You seem to take it for granted, and Marsha called you on it this time.” Jenny’s face screwed up as she began to cry again “Sir, you make me sound horrible!” Donny pulled her tight to him again, even though she stiffened. “No Jenny, you’re not horrible, and I love you very much. But you need to learn that just because you can say or do something, doesn’t mean you should. All I’m saying is examine your impulses before you act on them.”
Crying softly, Jenny burrowed deeper into his chest as he began to rock her gently again. After a few moments he looked back down at her. “Let’s take those Pain-ties off, are you ready for some nano-lotion and a nap?” Speaking into his chest, Jenny replied. “I would like the nano-lotion Sir, but instead of the nap, do you have time to just sit and hold me on my rocking chair?” Donny smiled as he squeezed her gently. “Of course, I have all the time in the world for that.” Standing up carefully, he carried her into the other room in search of the nano-lotion bottle...