"Shit! I've got a red light."
"14647-99B. Looks like Sleeping Beauty is awake."
"Told you. You owe me fifty credits."
"How the fuck did you figure that one out?"
"It had to be. The other one was 31384-33C. They were going to do it in the aft quantum distortion buffers, and try for one of those eighteen day orgasms. But he's got to be crazy. With a figure like hers, I'd settle for five standard minutes in the cargo bay."
"You really get off on this. How in the hell did you ever pass your psy-screen?"
"Whatever gave you the idea that I passed?"
She stretches and smiles, and wondering whether he did it, inquires "Com-View, personal query, do not log. What is the mission mark?"
"Advance Strategic Surveillance of Orion for Technical Knowledge Mission III, Mark, second leg, 101.99 standard. Query not logged."
She giggles. He did it! After the ASSOTK I, and the lurid tales of debauchery aboard the Virginia Dare, they were supposed to install all sorts of new breach-proof, encrypted cryo-security protocols. But Clayton said he could by-pass them, and he was right! She hops out of the stasis interface, and loses her balance. Her legs are still a little rubbery. But watching her pink nipples harden in the cool air of her berth, she notes with satisfaction that tactile sensations are functioning normally. She dresses quickly, and giggling again, races from her berth. QDB, here I come, she thinks, and come, and come, and come!
"Romeo just went red. What do you want me to do?"
"His father has quite a bit of influence with the Board of Regulators. Therefore, it would not be a bad thing to have some influence with his father. Log the whole breach for future prosecution, if necessary, and put Romeo back to bed. Then run another scan to make sure we don't have any other problems. If you're green, put the cryo-system on auto, and go back to bed."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to have a talk with Juliet."
She keys Level 37-Aft. The ship has made the vector adjustments, and will hit the second leg hyper drive in less than one one-hundredth of a standard unit. He sure did cut it close. But there is still more than enough time for both of them to get to the QDB. Then they will have over eighteen months to play!
She did not really understand the Strizhov effect. Sure, every school child knows that once the ship engages the hyper drive, time distends. The astrophysicists all anticipated that the body would stop aging and all that crap, but what none of the astro-pains-in-the- ass ever imagined is that part of the brain would keep a real time anchor. Whatever a person experiences in hyperspace results in memories which are the equivalent of days or months of activities. She remembered that Alexander Sergeivich Strizhov, Chairman of the Board of Regulators, theorized in 2207 that it had something to do with the seventeen percent of the brain that humans still do not use, but she could not recall why. All she knew is that it truly added a whole new dimension to one's sex life!
She enters the QDB on Tuesday morning, just as the ship engages the hyper drive. On Thursday evening, her eyes finish widening, and her jaw finally stops dropping. It takes a full fortnight before she understands that she is under arrest.
"But, but, but...."
"There are no buts, 14647-99B. You illegally broke cryo-statis in violation of Section 6186.9 of the Trans-Galactic Security Regulations, and you are under arrest. I am required to inform you that you may consult with auto-counsel."
"But, but, but...."
"Please let me finish. If you wish to consult, you must enter an affirmative log at this time. If you choose to decline consultation, you must log a knowing declination of rights. If you..."
"Wait a unit! Just wait ... wait. If you arrest me, I'll get bounced back on the return leg without ever even seeing ASSOTK."
"If you waive the right to an auto-trial, you will be subject to...."
"Wait! Look, we didn't mean any harm. I mean, it's not like we were hurting anything! Can't we, you know, sort of, forget this happened?"
It has taken almost four weeks, but he knew that she would get to this point. Inwardly, he smiles. Outwardly, he explodes, "Are you seriously suggesting 14647-99B that I condone a flagrant violation of the regulations?"
"No, I didn't mean that! Well, I mean, maybe there's something else, you know...."
"Yes, young lady, I think I do know. I know that you have been pampered and spoiled, and have no respect for authority,” he chided, beginning the longest speech that he has ever given, approximately ten days’ worth. He warms to the part as he continues, "There is one way that might satisfy the need to correct your misbehavior, short of arrest. if you are so inclined...."
She blushes nicely, unaccustomed to being scolded for days on end. However, she jumps, albeit in slow motion, at the offer. "Oh, yes. Please tell me! Please!" Without a word, he takes her by the arm. He takes a seat on the landing, and pulls her forward and down, bending her over his lap. He raises his hand, and gives her pert round bottom a crisp smack. Old Earth's Moon goes full and wanes before the shock of the first whack is augmented by another sharp crack. Twelve hours of "Oh!" are followed by thirteen of "Ow!".
After a dozen quick firm spanks, he decides that it is time to take down her jumpsuit. For four days he triggers the elastiseal, and spends two days grinning at the audible hiss as the top and bottom of her jumpsuit part. He spends another week and a half rucking down her bottoms, and is pleasantly surprised for another week at the lovely pink hue of her bottom. He smiles broadly, and vigorously continues his rubefacient amelioration.
The Ides of March have come and passed since that first awful smack. The initial month long itch turned into a brush fire. The brush fire has been a raging conflagration for two seasons, with no relief in sight. But while the blazing in her backside is the source of great consternation, she has noted that there is an almost maddening fire raging in front! Although she spent the night with Clayton only two cycles ago, she has a growing empathy for those faithful wives left behind in the Crusades without a key.
She lies meekly across his lap. She sighs as his hand rubs her radiant pulsating posterior. Her submissive reaction to her lovely rubefaction brings him immense satisfaction. But he is even more content when she reaches back, and gives him a squeeze. He pops the straining elastiseal on his suit. She moans for days as his fingers slide between her legs. As he lifts her, then slides into her from behind, he is willing to bet fifty credits that she will come for a month!
KC Copyright 2005; Moral rights to be identified as the author of "ASSOTK" asserted worldwide (including in Great Britain in accordance with Sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act of 1988)
ASSOTK appears in CP SCI-FI TALES ACROSS TIME AND SPACE