"Ensign Taylor needs to be spanked."

“Commander Throk, I understand that spanking takes on a ceremonial aspect in your culture.”

Throk clenched and unclenched his fists as if seeking someone to smash. Memories of his homeworld of Anthrella flooded his mind. He could see his first love, Lenyure, chained to the Lion of Justice. They had committed to one another before the annual Tournament. She had cried silent tears, her wrists chained to Rohan’s marble tail, her perfect ass paddled and walloped upon the noble lion’s head at judicious intervals throughout the day. She had undergone Tiapu, the humiliation ritual and was no longer Lenyure, she was called Tiapu. He had lusted for her even after this event. Then the carnival had come and taken her. There were rumors. He would gnash his teeth and bellow with anger at every twisted rumor, but he believed them all.

"No. We do not have a ceremony involving spanking. You probably mean Tiapu. Tiapu is not ceremonial. It is a dance that withers the strong and strengthens the weak. Tiapu lasts from sunup until sundown and allows for the whole community to take a paddle to a lioness too stupid or too defiant to follow the laws of Rohan. She is tied to a statue of Rohan and the badness is spanked out of her. Afterwards she is forever Tiapu."

"Mr. Throk, that is precisely what I want for young Miss Taylor here. Teach her to dance the paddle dance."

Throk wanted to decline but he did not know how to say ‘no’ to a superior. It was not a thing he had ever done, to say 'no' to a superior. He held his hands tightly clenched. They trembled.

Tears had fallen down Amber’s face. She came unglued and fell to her knees.
"Please, Captain…", she cried. "I never expected to use thrusters in a – in an upper atmosphere flight. I’ve been a helmsman for a full year almost – we never use thrusters!"

"Avah Gah!" yelled Throk stomping toward the fallen Ensign and baring a clenched fist before him. He shifted his gaze up and down her trembling body, seeing only his lost love in her place.

"I should tear this Melok another hole, if it were not for my coward's role in this! Petang has already cast you aside! I wish I could tie you to the statue of Rohan, myself!" He looked around, savagely breathing through clenched teeth. He lifted Amber up by her arm and draped her sweet, little rear end across her own helmsman's station. The sharpness of the dropoff edge of the console bit into her tiny stomach and made her breathing relax.

"I can smell her fear."

He rested his large hand directly on the curves of her two succulent ass cheeks.

"Captain -" he managed.