Kirkus Interruptus

Kirk moaned as Spock slapped him again. "Oh, yeah," he murmured, "that's it. Do it for your captain. I've been a bad captain, baby." He wiggled his butt enticingly.

Spock raised an eyebrow. He cinched the chains tighter, then picked up the feather. He stroked it along Kirk's stomach, making him giggle.

The communicator sounded.

Kirk said a naughty word. Spock shook his finger reprovingly, then spanked Kirk again.

The communicator sounded again, this time more urgently.

Spock shrugged in resignation. He walked over to the communicator, creaking softly in his leather. He'd put on weight in the last thirty years, understandable, really.

"Spock here."

"Mr Spock." Uhura's voice. "We need you on the bridge, urgently. And the captain, also - I can't seem to find him."

"What is it, Lieutenant?"

"Klingons off the starboard bow."

Spock nearly said "Well, scrape them off, then," but resisted. He settled for "Acknowledged," then turned back to his captain, setting him free.

Kirk pouted, gathering up his uniform. "It's not fair. You were really teaching me a lesson, and then we had to get interrupted."

Spock removed his leathers, and started getting back into uniform. He said reproachfully, "Some things transcend even the service of the discipline, Jim."