Discipline

"That's not the frakking point and you know it, Kara."   With a smack, Lee threw his gloves on to the table in the center of the officer's quarters.

"Last I checked, blasting raiders out of the sky was the point."  She knew her tone was only making him angrier.  That's why she picked it.  He'd been riding her since ten minutes before hitting the Galactica's deck and all the way to the officer's quarters she'd had to listen to him bitch.

She unclipped her uniform and started peeling it from her sweaty skin.  "Or is the point just to give me shit?  No one's around.  You can stop playing the CAG."

"I *am* the CAG.  And the rules are the rules for a reason.  A good one."  

She turned her locker door until she could see his reflection.  He bent and stripped everything, including his underwear to his ankles then tossed it on a heap on his bed.  Then, he tugged on his sweatpants and turned to catch her watching him.

"Look, Lee, I do my job.  I do it better than anyone.  Don't get your,"  she glanced at his crotch, "panties in a knot."

"You're setting a bad example for the nuggets."  He turned away from her and stripped off his shirts.  "You can't just disobey my orders like that and get away with it."

It all finally clicked and she started laughing at him.  "Oh, that's it, isn't it?"  

He faced her slowly, with an expression of anger that was still out of scale with the infraction in question.  She just planted her hands on the table and stared back, grinning.  "You can't stand that I got away with it and there's not a damn thing you can do about it, is there sir?"  She sneered the last word.

He headed for the door and she felt a surge of disappointment that he'd be leaving.  She loved getting him worked up.    Watching him harangue her impotently.  After all, what was he going to do, ground her?  Take away her cigar privledges?  

He didn't leave, though.  He shut the hatch with a slam, snapped the lock then got right up in her face.  

"Your disrespect is getting old."

"How is it old?  How is any of this a surprise to you?  You know me."

"What I know," he said through clenched teeth, "is that you think you're above discipline."

She stepped even closer, her bare toes stepping on his, a little.  Got her face so close to his that she could feel his breath on her as it hissed out of his nostrils.  "Maybe I am," she said.  

"You aren't."

"How exactly do you plan on punishing me?  Throw me in the brig?  That'll last till the next attack."

"It's not about punishment.  It's about discipline."

"Discipline, then.  You wanna discipline me, Lee?  You wanna spank me for being a naughty pilot?"

"I want you to stop treating this like a game."

"Why?  I'm winning."

"And when you stop winning and the fleet loses its best pilot because of something you could have prevented?"

"I'm not going to let humanity down, so take it down a notch."

Livid.  He was so mad his hand was trembling on the table.  She didn't know why she loved seeing him so angry, but she did.  He didn't snap.  Never had, never would.  He was all about the control.  And oh Lords did she love testing it.

"But I don't think it's about that," she said, poking him in the chest.  "I think you want to punish me for being a bad girl and it's killing you that you can't."

Inspiration struck and she tugged her sweats down to reveal her panty clad ass.  She bent over and put her elbows on the table.  "So just give me a spanking and get it over with."  She looked over her shoulder at him, expecting shock or embarrassment or maybe even a smile.  A darker expression passed over his face.  She turned back and wiggled her butt at him.  She could hear the barely concealed mocking laughter in her own voice.  "Discipline me, Lee.  Show me who's in charge."

She counted to five, silently, knowing that when she turned around she'd be greeted with what she'd been aiming for since the moment she'd slipped from her cockpit.  A flustered, pissed off, red faced Lee Adama, one of the most amusing sights she knew.

Before she got a chance to look back at him, though, she felt and heard an obscenely loud smack planted squarely on her left ass cheek.  The spank was so hard it shoved her forward a few inches on the table.  For a moment, all she could do was blink and feel the warm pain spread across her rear.

After a few more seconds, he whispered, "Are we done here?"

"That's not a spanking.  That's a-" but the last word caught in her throat as he gave her three slaps in rapid succession, each harder than the last.  She felt a flush of heat spread down her thighs, down between her legs.  It was only after the initial shock of pain crested and started to ebb that she realized his hand was still resting on her cheek.  Slowly, she turned her head to look back at him.

The look of horror mixed with anger and pleasure on his face drew a small gasp from her, but they looked each other straight in the eye.

"That all you got?"

"Take your panties down," he ordered in the voice that he should use when issuing orders to the CAP.  

She complied, and felt her hands shake as she slid the grey cotton briefs down her thighs.  She waited.

She felt his fingers skim her ass, the barely there touch was electric, then gone and she braced herself.  She didn't receive a blow.

Instead, she felt his palm, pressed against her stinging flesh, cupping her ass and the sensation made her knees buckle.  She could hear his breath, heavy and tight and she struggled to keep the moan in her throat.  Before she could blink, his hand was on her again, with a sharp, fast smack, then another, and another, alternating cheeks.  She gritted her teeth as the blows kept coming, hard, relentless, perfect.  Almost viciously fast.  And again.  And again.

Was he waiting for her to say stop?  Did he want her to make him stop?  She tried to stand but felt his hand grab the back of her neck, hold her down and the adrenaline coursing through her veins started to shake her.  He was saying something else with these blows, something so fierce that it frightened her and she knew neither of them could handle the words.

Finally, the blows slowed, and got lighter until his hand slid up to rest on the small of her back.  Her skin was on fire, but the ache went deep enough that she knew she'd be black and blue for a week.  She couldn't stop her legs from shaking and Lee breathing hard.  Then the panting stopped and he took his hand away.    For a moment she heard nothing.  She started to pull her panties up but felt his hands stop her.  

"Frak."  He traced something, some handprint or mark on her ass, she guessed, and the gentle fingertips sent a shudder through her belly and thighs.  

"Didn't think you had it in you," she said.

"Kara, I'm sorry."

She pulled up her pants, and unable to suppress it, she winced and hissed in a breath as the jersey scraped her sensitive flesh.

"You've been holding out on me," she said, trying desperately to lighten the mood.  Angry Lee was fun.  Horrified Lee who wouldn't stop staring at his red palm was another thing, and not a good one.  

Even when she grabbed his hand he wouldn't look at her.  "I don't know," he said before his voice dropped to a whisper.  "I don't know where that came from.  I have to go."

She forced her mouth into a grin.  "Are you kidding?  I haven't had that much fun in weeks."  She was dimly aware that her heart was still racing.  The pain had dulled and spread into a pounding ache that rocked her body from the waist down, pulsing in time to her heartbeat.

"I've never--."  He stopped staring at his hands long enough to clasp them behind his back.  Then he continued.  "That's not me.  I apologize."

She looked him up and down, momentarily distracted by his utter shirtlessness, then said, "Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"Bullshit you haven't done that before.  I would have put money against it but Lee Adama knows how to give a proper spanking, as it turns out.  You kinky bastard."

His lips narrowed into a tight line, then he said, "I do not."

"You do too!  I know spankings and that, my friend, was a spanking.  If you say you never did that before, you're lying."

He opened his mouth to say something then closed it into a sly smile.  "I've never done it in this context."

She stepped a little closer.  "And what context is this?"

"The Starbuck is a brat context."

"Kiss my ass."

"I've done enough to your ass for one day."

"My ass can handle anything you've got."

"Your ass is bright red."

"You wanna kiss it and make it better?"

He paused just long enough to make her smile.

"It would take a lot more than a kiss to fix what I did."

"My ass is tougher than you think.  In fact, it doesn't even hurt any more."

He raised his eyebrows, then suddenly his hands were on her hip and he was setting her gently on the table.

"Ah, ow."  She planted her hands on the edge and lifted herself an inch off the table.  "See?"  She was blinking away tears.  "Fine."

He laughed and she had to smile back.

"You really did a number on me."

"You asked for it."

"Oh my gods." She set herself down and covered her face.  "What am I going to do about the shower?"

He cracked up, apparently unsympathetic.

"You think this is funny?"

"I think this is priceless."

"Come here," she said.

"What?"

She hooked her calves around the back of his thighs and tugged him closer.  He eyed her warily.  She slid her hands around his back and up to his shoulders.

"Kara?"

She just smiled sweetly, dug her nails in hard and raked them down his back.

"Frak!.  What the--?"  He took a few steps back.  "Oh, you're going to get it."

She scrambled to the other side of the table and said, "Fair is fair."

He turned around and reached over his shoulder to touch the bright pink scratches.  "Did you draw blood?"

"I didn't scar your pretty back, Apollo, don't cry."

"I'll give you something to cry about."

She faked left, then dashed for the door, but he caught her wrist and yanked her towards him.  Yanked her hard enough to send her careening face first against his chest.

He wrapped one arm around her back.  With his other he gave her two swift smacks on her bottom.  She wriggled one arm free and scrabbled her nails against his shoulder.  

Frak, it hurt when he grabbed her ass and carried her struggling body to a wall then pushed her back against it.

"Yield."

"Never," she giggled, taking a swipe at his chest with her nails.

"Yield?"  He pinned her elbows to the wall and grinned as she struggled half-heartedly.

"Never, that's why you love me."

As she watched, his grin slipped, almost imperceptibly.  

"What, did I hit a nerve?" she teased.  "Don't tell me you secretly pine for me."

"The reasons I love you," he said, an increasingly fake smile on his face, "would scare the shit out of you."  He relaxed his grip on her arms.

"You could never scare me.  I don't think you have it in you."

"We've already demonstrated what happens when you push me, today."

"Yep."

"So why are you still pushing me?"

"Take a wild guess."

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and she waited, holding her breath.  "We can't do this, you know that we can't."

"Which part, the spanking or the--."

"Would you just shut up already?"

"Would you just make me already?"

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.  He gave her that exquisitely exasperated look that she adored, then said, "Say it."

"You've lost me."

"Ask me."

"Ask what?"

"Ask me for what you want, Kara."

"What do you think I want from you, Lee?"

"I'm not sure, which is why the next words out of your mouth are going to tell me."

He stared her down and she had to shiver.  "I don't--." He covered her mouth with his hand.

"You're the brave one.  Prove it."  He released her mouth and waited.

She almost gave him another smart ass retort, but then she saw the hopeful look in his eyes and it damn near killed her.

"I want you to kiss me, of course."

When she saw the blank expression on his face she started to panic.  She started to grasp for addendums to prove she was joking.  Then his eyes started to crinkle at the corners and he licked his lips slowly.  So fucking sexily.

"Kiss me, already," she whispered.

He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, ran his thumb over her lower lip.  She kissed his finger tip and felt her heart skip a beat as he tugged her lower lip down a little, exposing the wet inside.

"Kiss me."  She heard the edge of a whine in her voice.

"Say please."

"Please."

"Say it again."

"Oh my gods, would you please kiss me?  Do you want me to beg?"

He groaned and bit his lip.  Closed his eyes for a moment.  "Yes."  Eyelids open again and she was pinned to the wall by the startlingly beautiful blue.  Oh, she was willing to beg.  She was willing to drop to her knees right here and now and beg and more.

"I'm not going to beg," she whispered.

Then he was leaning closer.  She closed her eyes and parted her lips but instead of his mouth, she felt his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear.  

Then his lips were moving on her ear and it was more than enough to bend her knees and make her grip his arms to remain upright.

He breathed for another moment against her skin, and she arched her back, pressed her body against him shamelessly.  His hand cradled the small of her back, tugged her against him.  

Then he said, "You will."  The end of the word brought his tongue to his lips, then to her ear and for a brief, bone-shaking moment his teeth captured her earlobe.  Then he was  away and she watched as he gathered his shower stuff.

At the hatch he paused and looked back at her.  Gave her a smile that managed to be shy and affectionate and predatory all at the same time.

"Yes sir," she said, giving him a crisp salute.  He grinned and ducked his head and she was pretty sure she saw a familiar blush creeping into his cheeks.

He could play dominant Lee, but he didn't own it.  Yet.  She'll work on that.  He turned to go and she had to stifle a giggle at the blatantly sexual marks on his back.  Then again, she was almost afraid to look at her still warm ass.

She sighed.  She was going to be begging, all right, but she wasn't going to be the only one.