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Dressing Down	By : merimom Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 6722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Dressing Down

Author: Ginny Powell

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Archer/Sato

Summary: The Captain calls his Communications Officer to his quarters for some needed discipline.

Feedback: To MEG, or to wmginnypowell@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: None of the characters of Enterprise nor the ship herself belong to me. Well, actually, I do have a little miniature one, but�well, you get the idea.

Author�s note: This little smut biscuit is completely implausible and insupportable, but also, I hope, a lot of fun!

It was after dinner but too early for sleep. Hoshi Sato was reclining on her cot in her small quarters on the port side of the starship Enterprise, considering her options to pass the time, when her comm beeped.
�Archer to Sato.�
Rising fluidly, she moved to the wall panel, pressed the appropriate button. �Sato.�
�Hoshi, report to my quarters.�
�Yes, sir,� she replied quickly. There was something about the Captain�s voice, something she�d heard before, that meant she had better obey, and fast. Looking down, she checked her uniform over, her hands flicking over it nervously, before keying open the door.
She moved down the hallway purposefully. At her Captain�s door, she once more moved her hands over her uniform and hair, then pressed the chime.
�Come in.�
Hoshi stepped inside, turned into the main room as the door swished closed behind her. Archer was standing a few feet away, setting a bottle of water down on a table, allowing her the chance to look him over surreptitiously. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, the loose folds of which draped nicely across the long, strong lines of his body. Hoshi barely managed to have her eyes on his when he turned to her.
�You wanted to see me, sir?� She had to lift her chin high to look up at him.
�Yes. Have you finished the Mintarken translation?�
Her gaze dropped to her hands. �No, sir.�
�I see.� Captain Archer�s voice carried just enough disappointment to send a shiver of fear down her spine. She kept her eyes down submissively, watching his bare feet move across the floor from the table to the bed. �Didn�t we have much the same conversation last week, Ensign? Concerning the Littites? If I recall correctly, e wae was almost a diplomatic incident.�
Hoshi nodded, but as the silence lengthened, she realized an oral response was in order. �Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.�
Archer sighed, his face a study in regret. �Well then, I�m afraid you shall have to be disciplined.�
�As you wish, sir.�
Again she watched his large feet pace the short distance as she waited patiently for her fate. Then �Take off your shoes, Ensign.�
�Sir?� Too late, she tried to bite back her automatic response.
�That�s an order.�
Shaking just a little, Hoshi looked around for a place to sit. Realizing by Archer�s unmoving stance that she was expected to do it standing, she reached down and managed eventually to remove her boots and socks. Placing them neatly against the wall, she looked back up at her Captain questioningly. His flashing eyes sent another shiver down her.
�Now your coveralls.�
This time she managed top hop herself from questioning an order. Taking hold of the zipper pull, she slowly opened her outer clothing to the crotch. She shrugged out of the top, then pushed the fabric over her slim hips, finally stepping out of it.
When she had folded the garment and set it on top of her boots, she turned back to find Archer sitting on the edge of the bed.
�Come here.�
With some trepidation, she inched her way to him, stopping when her tiny feet were tucked between his splayed ones. For a long moment they stayed like that, Hoshi�s eyes still demurely down, Archer�s making a slow survey of the woman before him. Then he grabbed her and threw her across his knees.
�What you need is a good spanking.�
Hoshi, still gasping from the suddenness and the impact to her ribcage, had no time to formulate a complaint before she was yelping at the feel of a blow to her backside. Even through the thin fabric of her blue skivvies, Archer�s large, strong hand stung where it met her soft, yielding flesh. The second slap, thankfully, went to the other buttock, but the third could not fail to impact already sensitized flesh, and it was all she could do to keep from begging for mercy and, she feared, making it worse.
But how could it get any worse? she wondered, as another blow brought tears to her eyes. Biting her lip, she tensed for the next blow, her breathing shaky, her pulse loud in her ears.
But the next blow did not come. Instead, she ble blessedly cool air on her glowing red skin, as her blue bottoms were pulled suddenly down to her knees. A hand was on her, but gently this time, caressing, long fingers cupping each buttock before slipping between them to find her very wet, clean-shaven slit. Involuntarily, Hoshi moaned, her eyes closing.
�You seem to be enjoying this, Ensign,� the Captain�s deep voice rumbled from above. He shifted his hips under her, and she felt something hard and cylindrical press against her abdomen. �That makes two of us.�
�Sir, please, I-� she began, only to find herself thrown through the air, the wind knocked out of her as she landed on the bed.
�On your knees,� the Captain commanded behind her as he pushed his sweatpants down.
She could do nothing but obey, her legs so tangled in her panties that she couldn�t crawl away. Then she felt warm hands on her hips and the bulbous head of a cock pressed against her opening.
Jonathan Archer was a large man, especially in comparison to Hoshi, and this size apparently extended to his extremities. As he pushed into her, Hoshi felt her flesh stretching, giving, but barely managing to accomodate him.
�Oh, Captain, I can�t, oh,� Hoshi moaned, panting, when barely an inch in it seemed that there was no possibility of further entry. Then she felt his hands leave her hips, one sliding up her torso, under her tank top, to tweak a hardened nipple. The fingers of the other hand slipped around and under, gliding over her smooth mound to find her clitoris. She couldn�t help herself; her body thrust backward of its own volition, and with their combined efforts, a few more inches slipped into the slick passage. Hoshi gasped.
�Yeah, that�s it, take it,� Archer grunted against her back. A few more caresses, a few more mutual thrusts, and both could feel his balls against the back of her thighs. For a moment they were still, marveling at the feeling of tig tight flesh enwrapping throbbing hard flesh. Then he knelt up behind her, put his hands back on her hips, and started to thrust.
At first they were shallow, a gentle movement, Archer�s cock still deeply embedded. But soon they had become longer and stronger, until his full length was moving in and out with each stroke, leaving Hoshi feeling alternately impossibly full and desperately empty. She gave up all pretense of quiet and let the moans and grunts be driven past her lips with every powerful plunge. Her fingers clenched at the bedclothes, her body ground back against his.
�Yeah, that�s right,� Archer said breathily from above. �That what you need, isn�t it?� When Hoshi made no more response than her continued sighing, he drove into her with heretofore unimagined force. �Isn�t it!�
�Yes,� she finally replied, weakly. Then �Yes. Yes!� with increasing volume as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. As her body convulsed, every muscle from those at her very center all the way down to her toes contracting all at once, only Archer�s hands on her hips kept her from falling face first onto the mattress. Feeling her pleasure all around him, Archer let himself go, pumping his warm ejaculate deep inside her. He held on for several more strokes, reveling in the feeling of being milked, then let her drop.
Archer stood, pulled up his sweatpants. Retrieving his bottle of water from the table, he dropped heavily onto the couch and sat watching Hoshi, sprawled bonelessly on the bed. �Dismissed,� he said after a few minutes, his voice rough.
It took Hoshi a few minutes to make her trembling limbs cooperate enough to raise herself. Then, feeling quite self-conscious under the Captain�s inscrutable stare, she began to dress. When her coveralls were zipped, her boots on, her hair refastened, she stood uncertainly.
�I hope you learned your lesson, Ensign,� Archer said, raising a stern eyebrow.
�Yes, sir,� Hoshi answered with as much conviction as she could muster. Then, as there seemed nothing else to do, she turned and left.
The hallway was thankfully empty for the few dozen steps it took to reach her own quarters again. When she was safely inside, she fell back against the closed door, one hand reaching out to a nearby table to steady herself. When she felt that her legs might hold her, she pushed away from the door.
Her hand brushed something on the table and she looked down, picked up the data pad laying there. Its tiny screen showed the Mintarken translation, which she had finished that morning. Smiling, she set the pad back down and headed for a shower.
~~~The End~~~
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