Sci Spanks (6 page)

Uh, oh
. It looked like this Simon person was throwing a wrench in Jen’s precise schedule.

Maddy lowered herself onto the only other chair in the small office.

“No, I can’t do it next week,” Jen said. She pinched the bridge of her nose, a gesture Maddy recognized as her lover’s attempt to keep her cool. “Granger wants preliminaries ASAP, and DARPA is threatening to pull funding.”

Double uh, oh
. Maddy didn’t know who or what DARPA was, but she understood the funding thing. There was a lot of competition for soft money, and Jen had told her of more than one colleague who’d had to scramble for funds or delay projects. And Dr. Granger, Jen’s major prof and an all-around pain-in-the-ass, was no one to trifle with.

Jen listened to Simon for a few more moments then heaved a heavy sigh. “Fine. I’ll get someone else.”

She took the phone from her ear and stabbed the disconnect button.
Bip
. Jen tossed it onto the desk, shoulders slumped. “Shit. I wish that thing had a ‘slam’ button and not a stupid little beep.”

Maddy winced. Jen rarely cursed, though she tolerated Maddy’s potty mouth. Hearing even such a mild expletive from her meant she was really pissed. “Are you going to be able to get your work done?”

She knew Jen had been working on something involving brain activity, but a confidentiality agreement with the university and whoever was funding the project had kept her from elaborating. Though curious, Maddy didn’t press. She didn’t want to put Jen in an uncomfortable position.

“I don’t know,” Jen said, her dark eyes sad and weary. But then something glinted in them, and she sat up. “Maybe, if you’ll help me.”

“Me? I’m no scientist. I play at a dive bar and serve watered-down drinks between gigs.”

The closest she’d come to do anything scientific was dissecting a virtual frog in biology class back in high school.

Jen rose and came around to Maddy’s side of the desk. “You don’t have to know about the science, just follow some simple instructions while I take readings. I swear it won’t hurt.”

She knew Jen wouldn’t put her in danger, but a shimmer of apprehension tickled her stomach. “Okay. What do I need to do?”

Jen’s face lit up. She grabbed Maddy’s hands, pulled her to her feet, and drew her in for a hug. Maddy nuzzled Jen’s warm neck, inhaling her scent that had become familiar and ignited thoughts best kept in the bedroom.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! This will be great.” Jen held Maddy’s hand and started toward the door. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” Maddy asked. “I thought we’d have a late lunch or something.”

Jen’s apartment wasn’t far from the university, and they’d gone there on a few occasions for a mid-day tryst.

“This won’t take long,” Jen said, leading her across the hall to a door with a sign that read “Authorized Personnel Only,” and dug into her back pocket for the key card. “I just need about half an hour of data. If I can throw together a preliminary report this weekend Granger will stay off my ass for the time being.”

“What sort of data?” Maddy followed her in. Jen flipped on the lights. The lab, about twice as big as Jen’s office, had no test tubes or bubbling beakers. Instead, there were a couple of tables of electronic equipment, cables, papers, and dirty mugs beside an ancient coffee pot. Two soft office chairs, each on either side of a table packed with monitors and white metal boxes, filled what little space was left. A small window high on the wall opposite the door let in bright sunlight.

Jen shut the door behind them and recoded the lock. “I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

Maddy smiled, trying to hide her sudden nervousness. “What will we be doing?”

Jen grinned back. “Thinking.”

She motioned for Maddy to take a seat.

“Thinking? That doesn’t sound terribly sciencey to me.”

Jen had her back to Maddy, arranging papers and cables on the table. “I’m hoping it is.”

She turned around, holding a purple, knit skull cap with bright yellow stars. Wires adhered to the cap in parallel lines met at the back, bundled together and plugged into a single cable. “Put this on, please.”

“Um…” Maddy turned the cap over and looked inside. Small, rounded metal protrusions poked through the fabric. She met Jen’s enthusiastic smile with what she knew was more of a grimace than a grin. “This thing isn’t going to melt my brain or anything, is it? I have a gig tonight.”

Jen’s mouth turned down, and an adorable pout pursed her lips. When she frowned like that, two little lines formed between her almost black eyes, and Maddy wanted to press her lips to the spot, to erase the irritation.

Jen went back into scientist mode, the pout becoming a more neutral expression. “It’s perfectly safe.” She took the cap from Maddy and gently pulled it down over her head. “I won’t even mess up your ‘do.”

Maddy snorted. “I was going to re-dye it later anyway. Maybe something crazy, like brown or blonde.”

Jen swept aside the hair that fell into Maddy’s eyes. “Aw, I like the purple. It suits you.”

Just inches of space between them, and unable to resist temptation, Maddy leaned forward and touched her lips to Jen’s. Instead of deepening the kiss, as Maddy hoped, Jen eased her back against the chair.

“Not the time,” she said, her voice husky.

Maddy recognized that tone and smiled. “Later, then.”

Jen grinned. “Later. But work first. Let’s fry your brain.”

They both laughed, and Maddy relaxed a little as Jen attached the bundled wires into one of the machines on the table.

“I’m hoping I’ll be able to record, as well as hear, your thoughts, if that’s okay.”

Uh oh
.

“You’ll be able to actually read my mind?” Her thoughts about Jen were not meant to be part of a Ph.D. thesis.

“Only what you want me to hear, I promise.” Jen put on her own cap and plugged it into the same device. “The receptors are deliberately set so only the most forceful activity is recorded. No passive readings.”

“But they
could
be set to read deeper thoughts, couldn’t they?”

The anxiety lines were back between her eyes. “Theoretically,” she said. “That’s what Granger and DARPA want me to try to do.”

“But you don’t feel right about it.”

Jen’s shoulders drooped. “If I can make this work, it will be an amazing breakthrough in neuroscience. But invading someone’s thoughts without consent is wrong.”

Maddy understood her dilemma. “You can always tell them it failed.”

“I could.” Jen took her lower lip between her teeth, indecision deepening the lines between her eyes.

“But you really want to know if it can be done, don’t you?”

“Yes. Is that bad?”

Maddy grinned. “No. It’s human. And sciencey. Let’s do it.”

Jen’s face lit up, like a kid at Christmas. “Really? You’ll do this for me?”

“Sure. Just don’t ask me any deep, dark secrets.”

Jen bent down and pecked her on the cheek. “Thank you. And I won’t.”

She circled around the end of the table and sat in the chair in front of the console. While Jen tapped the keyboard and flipped switches, Maddy closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She trusted Jen not to tunnel into her brain, but still…

This is worse than stage fright.

“Ready?” Jen asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Think about something specific, but simple,” Jen instructed. “Maybe a bit of music I’d recognize.”

“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” popped into Maddy’s head.

“Are you thinking about a song?” Jen asked.

Maddy squeezed her eyes shut and mentally ran through the tune again, louder and more forceful than the children’s song was intended to be played.

Jen laughed. “I hear it, Maddy. I hear it in my head.”

Maddy’s eyes flew open and stared at Jen. Her smile was broad, her eyes glinting with excitement. “You hear it?”

“‘Twinkle Twinkle’,” she said, nodding. “And it’s recorded on my computer. From you.”

Her excitement was contagious and Maddy laughed. “You did it, Jen. You did it.”

Her girlfriend was a freaking genius.

“I need more data,” Jen said. “Do another one. Something more complex.”

Refocusing, Maddy did a quick inventory of the songs she knew. So many. But the one she’d been working on before coming over rushed to the front of the list. It was a flirty, yet seductive tune she’d started to compose after the first time she and Jen had made love. Maddy played it while Jen was around, but never told her exactly what it was. Or why.

There were no lyrics, just the sensation of the intensity of that encounter. Sweat-slick limbs, tongues and teeth, fingers and mouths. The twinge of delicious pain as Jen bit down on Maddy’s shoulder as she came. The desire to return the sensation, to take things to another level, played out in a tentative few measures. Would Jen feel the same?

The crescendo of her own release, followed by the diminuendo of holding each other, sent a wave of satisfaction and contentment through Maddy as the final chords faded.

It was a good song. Better than good, because of who it was about.

“Oh.” Jen’s eyes widened. “That’s…Beautiful. Especially the end.”

Maddy’s cheeks heated. Every artist loved praise, and she was no exception, but to hear how such a personal piece affected Jen meant even more. “Thanks. I’m still tweaking it, but—”

“Not just the song,” Jen said, rising, her eyes bright. “I felt it, Maddy. Felt the bite on your shoulder as if it were on mine. I felt and saw what you were thinking about us. About what you wanted to do together.”

Maddy’s fingers dug into the armrests of the chair. Her heart thumped hard. “You did?”

Damn it! She’d blown it. It wasn’t Jen’s fault the machine read such a private thought. The song purposely evoked strong emotions and images. Maybe she should have chosen something safe.

As Jen came around the table, Maddy’s brain filled with other images, images that didn’t come from a memory, that didn’t come from her own mind. Her and Jen, naked—yay!—touching, kissing, nipping and pinching. A bolt of pain shot from Maddy’s breast, through her gut and ignited between her legs.

“Holy shit!” Maddy started to pull off the cap, but Jen covered her hands.

“Wait. Please,” she said, breathless. “I turned off the recorder. There are things I’ve been aching to share with you, but wasn’t sure how to ask if you wanted to try.”

Another image flooded Maddy’s brain. Jen sprawled across the bed, face down, her lovely bare bottom up. And from Jen’s imagination, she saw herself, also naked, slap one well-rounded cheek. The pleasure Jen felt tore through Maddy and she felt herself get wet. Really wet, not just in her head wet. The scenario continued with Jen becoming more excited, writhing on the bed, moaning as Maddy swatted her reddening bottom and whispered delightfully dirty suggestions into her ear.

The trust and understanding they shared, even in that imaginary moment, nearly brought tears to Maddy’s eyes.

“Jen.” Maddy reached for her, sliding her palm along Jen’s side and up to her full breast. Jen straddled Maddy where she sat. She bent forward, her chest brushing Maddy’s, and their lips met gently.

“I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of…I don’t know…,” Jen said.

“Not at all.” Maddy shifted beneath her. “But maybe we should take this out of the lab and go to your place?”

Jen leaned in, pressing their mouths together and grinding her hips against Maddy’s. In her head, Maddy heard,
Not yet
. She “saw” Jen’s hand come down on her own pale bottom, and felt the sting go straight to her core.

The song she called
Jen & Maddy
filled their minds.

Dear Readers:

Just to let you know, I don’t typically write spanking fiction. Ana made me do it. Okay, not really. The novels I have out don’t have any spanking, though an early scene in
Deep Deception
has one of the ladies muse about tying up the other. That’s about as kinky as I get. But then I started hanging out with an interesting crowd of authors.

As a challenge for myself, I had written a spanking scene in a science fiction romance I’m working on, and Ana happened to be soliciting pieces for her Love Spanks hop in Feb. 2014. I offered that scene mostly to see how others might react to it. Lucky me, it was well received.

Then Ana suggested a science fiction based spanks hop. I didn’t want to use the same piece, of course, so I decided to work on a short, stand-alone story.
Jen & Maddy
arose out of my love of lesbian fiction and science fiction, and the desire to write a spanking scene that wasn’t quite so intense. The science fiction aspect is also pretty mild, but it’s the relationship between Maddy and Jen that I enjoy most of all. Will there be more with them? I don’t have plans to expand on the story, but never say never.

Thanks for reading!

Cathy

By

Sue Lyndon

A high pitched scream rang out in the bedroom, and a string of obscenities soon followed. Anya smiled from her spot on the sitting room couch. A window screeched open and shut, and heavy footfalls sounded in the hallway seconds later. Her smile vanished when her husband, Roc, appeared in the doorway. Dark accusing eyes met with hers, and she gulped past the sudden dryness in her mouth.

Anya tried to act nonchalant, but her fingers had a mind of their own. She glanced down to discover she was twisting them together in her lap. She felt the blood drain from her face and she couldn’t stop fidgeting under Roc’s intense gaze. She might as well have
guilty
painted on her forehead.

“Something wrong, honey?”

His eyes flashed. “Do not play the innocent human with me, Anya.”

She gulped again as he entered the room. A hint of gold flickered in the center of his otherwise dark eyes. He seemed larger than ever, his impressively muscular Raxian physique tensed as if for battle. They’d been married a few short weeks, and though she’d been terrified of him at first, she’d grown to trust him. He wouldn’t hurt her. Well, not including spankings. Her bottom tingled as she second guessed her little prank.