Just the spanks

Counseling Session – Ensign Carol & Ensign Keisha

The counselor’s office on the USS Athena was quieter and softer than most rooms on the ship. Warm lighting, comfortable chairs, and a large viewport that showed the stars drifting past. Counselor Troy sat across from the two young officers, her long wavy dark hair falling over one shoulder, her Mediterranean features calm and attentive. She wore the same short black-and-gold minidress as the rest of the senior staff, but somehow still managed to look gentle.

Ensign Carol sat carefully, still aware of the faint residual warmth in her bottom from the day before. Ensign Keisha sat beside her, hands folded in her lap.

Counselor Troy offered them both a small, reassuring smile.

“Thank you for coming. Captain Voss asked me to check in with both of you after the recent corrections. This is a safe place to speak honestly. How are you feeling about the discipline you’ve received?”

Carol was the first to answer, her voice quiet. “It’s… a lot. The orientation paddling the first morning, then Gina’s hand spanking on the bridge, and knowing the Captain can order a diaper whenever she decides I need one. I keep telling myself it’s just the way this ship works, but it still feels humiliating.”

Keisha nodded slowly. “Same. The sting fades, but the embarrassment stays longer. And now that we understand the Athena is pretty much our last chance in Starfleet… every spanking feels heavier. Like it’s not just about the mistake we made that day. It’s about whether we belong here at all.”

Counselor Troy listened without interrupting, her dark eyes soft but attentive. When both women had finished, she spoke in a steady, compassionate voice.

“Those feelings are completely normal. Being taken over someone’s knee, especially in front of others or with the knowledge that a diaper may follow, touches something very deep. Some officers feel anger. Some feel shame. Some even feel a strange sense of relief that someone is finally holding them firmly accountable. All of those reactions are valid.”

She leaned forward slightly.

“What I need you both to understand is that the methods used on this ship are not random. Captain Voss and Commander Gina correct you because they believe you are still worth correcting. The paddle, the hand, even the diaper… they are tools meant to keep you here instead of losing you to a discharge. That does not make the experience easy. It only means the stakes are real.”

Carol looked down at her hands. “Do you… ever have to use those tools yourself, Counselor?”

Troy’s expression remained kind, but something quietly firm entered her voice.

“I have full authority to do so if I believe it will help an officer settle and focus. That includes ordering an extended period in disciplinary diapers, and applying them myself when necessary. I prefer conversation first. But if conversation is not enough, I will not hesitate.”

The two ensigns exchanged a quick glance, suddenly realizing the soft-spoken woman across from them carried the same quiet power as the captain and first officer.

Counselor Troy gave them both another gentle smile.

“For today, I only needed to hear how you are processing everything. You are allowed to feel conflicted. You are allowed to feel sore and embarrassed. What you are not allowed to do is give up on yourselves. The Athena is your last opportunity. Use it.”

She stood, signaling the end of the session.

“If the feelings become too heavy, you come back and talk to me. That is an order as much as an invitation. Dismissed.”

After Carol left the counselor’s office, Ensign Keisha remained seated. Counselor Troy studied her for a quiet moment, then spoke in her calm, steady voice.

“You’re still holding something back, Keisha. You talk about the embarrassment and the sting, but I can see you’re also trying very hard to act like it doesn’t reach you as deeply as it does.”

Keisha shifted in her chair. “I’m fine, Counselor. I can handle it.”

Troy’s expression stayed kind, but a quiet firmness settled into her tone.

“I don’t believe you. Stand up, please.”

Keisha rose. Troy patted her own lap.

“Come here. Over my knee.”

The blonde ensign hesitated only a second before draping herself across the counselor’s firm thighs. Troy carefully lifted the short hem of Keisha’s black-and-gold minidress, folding it up onto her back, but left her black tights and panties exactly where they were.

She rested her hand lightly on the rounded shape beneath the thin layers and gave a small, almost amused hum.

“You know… this outfit really does make your bottom look quite cute. Soft and neat under the tights. It’s almost a shame I have to spank it.”

Then her hand rose and fell in steady, measured smacks. The sound was muffled by the tights and panties, but the heat built quickly all the same. Troy kept the pace firm and even, lecturing in a soft, no-nonsense voice between spanks.

“You do not get to pretend the discipline doesn’t affect you. On this ship we face it, we feel it, and we learn from it. The tights and panties stay on because I choose to allow it… but the lesson still lands.”

She continued until Keisha’s bottom was thoroughly warmed beneath the thin layers and the defensive edge had left the younger woman’s body. When she finished, Troy left her in position a moment longer, then helped her stand and smoothed the short dress back down.

“There. Now you’ve had a correction from me as well. Remember that I can do this whenever I believe it will help you. And if conversation and a spanking are not enough, I can also put you in a thick diaper for as long as I decide you need it. Understood?”

Keisha’s cheeks were pink as she nodded. “Yes, Counselor.”

Troy gave her a small, compassionate smile.

“Good. You’re dismissed… and try to be more honest with yourself next time.”

I received some protests

The three women stayed in the dim quarters long after Marlena finished applying the cream. Keisha and Carol still lay on their stomachs, soft shirts covering them, while Marlena sat cross-legged on the floor between the bunks.

Carol was the first to speak, her voice small.

“I didn’t understand at first… why the Captain gave me an orientation paddling when no one else got one. But after today… I think I get it. This ship is my last chance, isn’t it?”

Marlena nodded slowly. “It’s the last chance for most of us. Starfleet doesn’t say it out loud, but the Athena is where they send the ones who keep messing up on other vessels. The ones who talk back, cut corners, or just can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Captain Voss is allowed to use methods no other captain would dare… because if we fail here, there isn’t another transfer waiting.”

Keisha shifted carefully and let out a quiet breath. “I used to think the short dresses and the paddle and even the diapers were just her being strict for the sake of it. Now it feels different. Like she’s trying to… reshape us before Starfleet gives up completely.”

Carol’s blue eyes were thoughtful. “My mother is an Admiral. I always thought that would protect me. Instead it just meant she could quietly arrange for me to be sent somewhere that would actually correct me. She and the Captain were talking about how overdue I was for a real paddling…and I probably was.”

Marlena reached out and gave both of their hands a brief, steady squeeze.

“Then we make it work. We take the spankings when we earn them. We wear the diaper if that’s what it takes to finish a shift without another accident. We stop talking back. Because this really is the last opportunity. If we can’t become the officers Captain Voss expects… we’re done.”

The three of them sat in silence for a moment, the soft hum of the ship the only sound. The pink warmth in Keisha’s and Carol’s bottoms felt heavier somehow — not just from the earlier discipline, but from the clear understanding of what it meant.

The Dressing Room

Keisha and Kenna had been best friends for ten years. Both were twenty-seven now. One quiet evening, Kenna had shyly admitted that she sometimes wondered what it would feel like to be taken into a ladies’ dressing room and spanked by another woman. Keisha had smiled, filed the secret away, and decided to make it real.

She carefully planned the shopping trip. She chose Kenna’s outfit herself — a red polo shirt, a short red-and-black plaid pleated miniskirt, and Mary Jane shoes — knowing exactly how it would look later.

Inside the busy clothing store, Keisha found her reason. She scolded Kenna in a low, firm voice for “being careless with the clothes” and “needing a proper reminder.” Before Kenna could fully process what was happening, Keisha took her firmly by the wrist and led her into an empty dressing room, locking the door behind them.

Keisha sat on the little bench, pulled Kenna face-down across her lap, flipped up the short plaid skirt, and tugged the panties down. Then she began a thorough, steady hand spanking.

SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…

“You wanted to know what this felt like,” Keisha said calmly while she spanked. “So you’re going to feel every bit of it.”

Kenna kicked and whimpered, face burning with shock and embarrassment as her bottom quickly turned a bright, glowing pink. The thin dressing-room walls did little to hide the sharp sounds.

When the spanking finally ended, Keisha didn’t stop there. She reached into her bag, pulled out a thick white adult diaper, powdered Kenna’s warm bottom, and taped her into it snugly. She pulled the little plaid skirt back down over the bulky padding and unlocked the door.

Still holding Kenna’s wrist, Keisha led her friend out of the dressing room and back into the mall. The short skirt flipped up slightly with every step, making the white diaper clearly visible to anyone who looked. Kenna walked beside her with burning cheeks, shopping bags in her free hand, completely humbled by what her best friend had just done.