Kinktober: Star Trek Lower Decks Femslash One-Shots

Day 7: Impact Play (T'lyn/Mariner)

Day 7: Impact Play (T'lyn/Mariner)

The lights in Mariner's quarters were dimmed to a soft glow, casting a warm, comfortable atmosphere around the room. Beckett Mariner, reclining lazily on her bed, wore a mischievous grin and a pair of lacy panties and nothing else. She watched T'lyn, who was still fully clothed, pace in front of her with that familiar, methodical Vulcan efficiency. It was Mariner's birthday, and she had only asked for one thing—something she knew T'lyn would find completely illogical, but something that, for her, was oddly important.

"Are you sure this is what you desire?" T'lyn asked, her voice as calm and measured as ever, though there was a slight furrow to her brow. She stood at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind her back, looking every bit as composed as usual. The idea of inflicting physical pain for pleasure, as Mariner had requested, was not something T'lyn could easily comprehend.

Mariner stretched her arms above her head, her grin widening. "Yep. That's it. All I want for my birthday is for you to spank me." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, clearly enjoying how the request threw T'lyn off balance.

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering as she processed the request. "I fail to understand the appeal of such an activity. Vulcans do not associate pain with pleasure, nor do we engage in acts of this nature without a specific, logical purpose."

Mariner chuckled, pushing herself up on her elbows as she looked at T'lyn with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "That's because you've never really embraced the human side of things. It's not just about the pain—it's about the sensation, the trust, and... well, it's kinda hot. Especially when it's coming from someone like you."

T'lyn's brow furrowed slightly as she considered Mariner's explanation. "You find the act of being struck... arousing?" she asked, her tone clinical, as if she were conducting an anthropological study.

Mariner nodded enthusiastically, her grin widening. "Exactly! It's weird, I know, but it turns me on. And it's my birthday, so..."

T'lyn's gaze remained steady, though Mariner could see the gears turning behind her calm exterior. After a moment, the Vulcan gave a small nod, her expression resigned but composed. "Very well. If this is what you wish, I will comply."

Mariner's grin widened, clearly pleased that T'lyn was willing to go along with it. "I knew I could count on you," she said playfully, rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows, her back arched invitingly as she positioned herself at the edge of the bed.

T'lyn stepped closer, her posture still stiff, her movements slow and deliberate. She paused for a moment, looking down at Mariner's prone form, clearly still trying to make sense of the situation. "It is highly illogical that one would request physical pain as a form of celebration," T'lyn muttered, more to herself than to Mariner. "However, if this is what you desire, I will proceed."

Mariner laughed softly, turning her head to look back at T'lyn with a teasing smile. "Don't overthink it. Just give me a good spanking, and we'll call it a birthday success."

T'lyn hesitated for only a second longer before stepping closer, her hand raised slightly as she prepared to deliver the first strike. Her movements were precise, calculated, as if she were analyzing the perfect amount of force to apply. Mariner, ever the relaxed participant, let out a soft chuckle, waiting for the Vulcan to make her move.

With a swift motion, T'lyn brought her hand down against Mariner's backside. The sound of the impact echoed through the room, sharp but not too harsh, the force behind it measured and controlled. Mariner's body jolted slightly at the contact, a low hum of pleasure escaping her lips.

"There we go," Mariner murmured, her voice full of satisfaction as she settled back into the bed. "That's more like it."

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, clearly perplexed by Mariner's response. "The impact did not cause significant pain," T'lyn observed, her voice calm but full of curiosity. "Yet you appear to derive pleasure from it."