As Promised: Victoria Gets Spanked

I said I'd send one more Rutan story, and here it is. The action takes 
place, obviously, during Tomb of the Cybermen. Hope enough people like 
this to have made it worth sending!


Victoria ran, afraid to look back in case any of the silver insect-
things were following her and afraid not to look, in case they were
right behind! She skidded on a patch of loose gravel and scrambled
breathlessly up the last ridge. From it she could see the expedition's
rocket ship, a sleek needle standing upright against the pale rocks that
surrounded the landing site.

There was no time for sight-seeing. She hurled herself down the slope,
panting at the exertions she had undergone. Young women of her
generation were not expected to engage in physical excercise overmuch,
and she wondered if that had been a mistake. Her lungs felt as if they
were afire; her legs were heavy as lead. Still she drove herself on. Her
friends needed help.

She paused only far a second at the base of the ladder, then, setting
her jaw, she hauled herself up the rungs toward the open airlock. At
least climbing used a different set of muscles! Finally she hauled
herself over the edge of the entry and collapsed onto the metal floor.
Relief flooded through her and she almost swooned.

"Well now, what have we here?"

She forced her head up to look at the source of the words, delivered in
that irritating colonial accent. The Captain. She couldn't remember his
name, and felt vaguely embarassed by the fact. He reached down a strong
hand and hauled her to her feet. 

"I thought I had made myself clear," he drawled, "that no one was to
enter my ship until repairs are complete!"

Victoria noticed the way his eyes travelled up and down her form, and
she thrust up her chin and glared at him while attempting to brush off
the worst of the dust and straighten the line of the ridiculous dress
that the Doctor had urged on her. No wonder he was staring - why the hem
barely reached her knees! She was still panting, and when she opened her
mouth to speak only a croak came out. She recalled a trip to Europe
where she had walked to the foot of the Matterhorn with her father. The
air was thinner there; breath hard to catch. She wondered if the TARDIS
had landed them high in a mountain range.

"I guess I'm just going to have to make myself a bit clearer on the
matter!" With that the Captain pulled Victoria over to one of the
cabinets that stood at various points in the room and pushed her face
down over it. She wanted to protest, but all her muscles were still
shaking from her efforts in getting here, and on her own she could
barely stand. She wanted to speak, to shout that the party was in danger
from deadly silver crawlers, but her throat was hot and raw and the
words would not come. At the back of her mind was the small doubt about
what she had done. The Captain *had* told everyone to stay away. She
*had* disobeyed his orders, even if it was in a good cause.

He looked down at the young woman sprawled over the nav-panel. He'd only
intended to have a bit of a joke at first, but Vic had taken him
seriously. Hell, maybe she did deserve this. It could be she *was* the
actual sabateur. And she had a real nice ass! Chuckling to himself he
smacked her lightly a couple of times. The half-globes of her buttocks
hidden beneath her dress jiggled appealingly with each slap. He heard
only a soft 'oh' from Vic. Unable to resist the impulse he raised the
hem of her dress, revealing a pair of cream knickers quite unlike
anything he was familiar with. His next smack was a little harder, and
Vic's head turned to one side her eyes wide as she realised that he had
lifted her skirt. She started to push herself upright, but it took
little effort to hold her in position with one hand.

"What's the matter, Vic? You starting to think twice about coming up
here?" He slapped another couple of times before he heard the words that
she was trying to say.

"I beg you to stop! Please! The expedition is in danger."

Immediately he pulled the girl upright. "What's that? What's happening?"

Victoria composed herself and icily explained the situation at the
Tombs. He could only stare at her as she recited her story. Once it was
finished he turned to the inter-ship address to speak to the rest of his
men.

"One moment," she requested. As he turned back with a questioning look
she slapped him hard across the face. "That is for the humilation of
raising my skirt. You are not a gentlemen!" With that she stalked away
on unsteady legs and stood facing the wall with her back to him.

He shrugged. Who could understand dames.


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