From: ginger30@aol.com (Ginger30) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Diplomatic Immunity Date: 9 Sep 1994 03:30:13 -0400 Message-ID: <34p2u5$km4@search01.news.aol.com> (Hi y'all, I'm trying this here darn thing again, I will get the hang of it, I will!) Caution: This story contains m/f spanking, cunnilingus and unsafe sex. If you're offended by the lack of condoms, seek your reading pleasure elsewhere... Diplomatic Immunity The first time she'd gone into the bathroom for half and hour after their lovemaking, Rafe had though nothing of it. But when she'd hopped up after the second time, before he'd even caught his breath, he began to get suspicious... but then, his suspicions were the whole reason he was in Kendra's bed to begin with. He'd first seen her when he was conducting a security check at the space station launch pad. She'd been down on the landing and he up in the sky booth, but even at such a distance, he'd noticed her. Partly because of her long flame red hair, mostly because she was passionately kissing another woman goodbye. The space Controller next to him had noted the direction of Rafe's gaze and explained, "Kendra, the Sapphist Ambassador." That got his attention. Not because of her diplomatic standing, the space station was crawling with dignitaries, it was the seat of trade and negotiation between all the Colonies. No, it was that she was one the beautiful Sapphists who so rarely roamed the Universe. Theirs was a Colony shrouded in mystery since its founding over a hundred years ago. No man had ever set foot on their planet and although, women immigrated there every year, very few ever left. Immigrants did not make up the bulk of the population though, the Sapphists were supposed to have perfected the art of fusing eggs so that it was possible for two women to parent a baby. Of course, with only X chromosomes available, they could produce only girls, but that was rather the point. "Who is the other woman?" Rafe asked the young man at his side. "She sets up the trading expeditions twice a year." Rafe nodded. He'd heard that Sappho-Colony relied heavily on imports which they could well afford because their planet was one of the only sources of Meridian Rock, a precious gem, harder and more brilliant than diamond. Apparently the stone did not even have to be mined, one could simply walk along the beaches and find it in the surf. The Sappho founders had done well when they'd bought their planet outright 100 years ago, then it was at the very edge of the known Universe and of little interest to anyone. Now, they were one of the wealthiest and most exclusive Colonies in the Council. Rafe wondered if Meridian Rock was what the Trader carried in the black box she held so protectively in her arms. The flame haired Ambassador even gave the small box a pat of farewell before the Trader entered her ship. Rafe switched his attentions to the video monitor, to watch Kendra walk out of the launch tunnel without a backward glance at the Sapphite ship. "Call her up on the screen." He commanded. The Controller touched a pointer to Kendra's image on the security monitor and instantly the computer found every frame of video she'd ever appeared in. Rafe watched the images play backward in time, the date emblazed on the screen below the picture. For two years past, Kendra met the blonde Trader in the launch tunnel and then saw her off again. Rafe began to notice a pattern, the Trader landed with the black box swinging carelessly on a shoulder strap and left with it clutched protectively to her breast. The Controller noticed it too. "Meridian Rock?" He asked the tall man who was the director of the Special Service Unit for Sect 1 Security. Rafe shook his head. "It comes empty and leaves full. What is her reputation, the Ambassador? Private, guarded?" "She's the youngest and most approachable diplomat they've sent yet, at least that's what the other Colony Traders say. In fact, she's supposed to be quite charming." Rafe's dark brows rose at that. Charming was not a word he'd ever heard used to describe a Sapphist. "Elitist" was more the trend. The few women from that colony who Rafe had met, reminded him of the very gems they traded, beautiful, brilliant and hard. "I know something else about her too." The Controller offered, wanting to please the man who was so above him in rank yet so close in age. He had Rafe's attention. "She has slept with men." Rafe did not believe it, of course. He put it down to male bluster between the Sect 1 officers which the Controller had overheard in a bar. However, after Rafe interviewed the man in question, Officer Galvin, he was less sure that the claim was merely a boast. Especially since Galvin, with much embarrassment, admitted to not bringing the Ambassador to climax. "Every time I tried to put my mouth or hand on her clit, she pushed me away. Her only interest was in my cock and seeing how many times she could make me come in one night." Galvin admitted with a shrug. "Now, when I see her, she's as cold as a Sapphist's tit..." he grinned. "A cliche which I'd say applies perfectly, don't you agree?" When Rafe didn't respond - he was deep in thought - Galvin blushed and stood. "Look, I was a lousy lay, Sir. I couldn't convert the Sapphist... but I wasn't the only one who's tried." "She's slept with others?" "A couple that I know of. All Sect 1's. At least she has taste." Rafe had to agree with Galvin after he'd questioned the other men about Kendra, she had taste. Of course, the Sect 1 Security Unit only took the brightest and the best recruits, but this woman had also chosen the most handsome men with which to share her bed, unsatisfactorily though, from all reports. Not one officer claimed to have pleased her and all were left with a slightly uneasy sense of having been used. Getting Kendra's attention had been simple. Rafe donned his old Sect 1 uniform and put himself within her line of vision. He wasn't a vain man, but from what he'd seen of her past choices, he was reasonably assured he had a chance. And did he ever. She'd propositioned him over drinks with a boldness that took his breath away. "Yes, I agree the Terrialian diplomats have much to learn in the art of the negotiation. Would you like to have sex with me now?" He'd almost missed her question, he'd been studying the cylindrical charm which hung between her full breasts. When Rafe looked up it was with an incredulous face. "Oh, did I not say that correctly?" She asked with her slight sing-song accent. "No, you said it perfectly and you know it." "But I've shocked you." She laughed, a deep throaty musical sound which Rafe found strangely touching. "I know." Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. "Your people prefer subtlety in your advances while I... well, tsk, I prefer not to waste time." And that was how he came to be naked in the Sapphist Ambassador's bed. The night had gone no differently than the Sect 1 officers had described. Kendra, though she had a body that looked as though it were made for passionate endeavor, would barely let him touch her. Instead she concentrated on him... no, correction, his cock, as though she'd read some computer text on methods to incite male arousal. She knew many pretty tricks, he'd hand her that, but there was a part of her that seemed detached throughout the whole Olympic event, and aside from that, she was taking too damned long in the bathroom. Rafe rolled out of her bed, not bothering to cover his superb nakedness and banged the button for the bathroom door. He was surprised when it slid open instantly, he'd expected her to set the lock code, especially after he saw what she was doing. Kendra whipped round, all naked white flesh and wild flame hair. "How dare you?!" Her lips pulled back from her perfect teeth in glittering pique. "No, how dare you?" Rafe snarled as he knocked the vial of sperm from her hand and sent it clattering across the floor. As Kendra watched the cylinder's wet contents ooze onto the tile, she willed herself under control. "Did you scrape that off your belly?" Rafe sneered. "Yes." She met his furious gaze with a cool, placid look. "And I'm quite sure, Ambassador, you are aware it is illegal to take seed from a man without his consent." "You gave it to me." "Ah, for sex and pleasure purposes only, not propagation, the difference was made clear over eighty years ago in Hahn vs. the United Council, but you already knew that didn't you?" She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms, unconcerned with her nudity or his allegations. "What are you going to do, Sect 1?" She murmured, a smirk playing over her pretty lips. "Arrest me?" "Yes." He said coldly. "And possibly, I'll slap a secondary charge of transporting living organisms without authority on your Trader ship." She didn't blink a lash or respond. Rafe continued in a flat, nasty tone, "But first, I want the other vial. The one filled with the come you scraped off your hand." He was remembering how she'd sucked him off so expertly and caught his ejaculation neatly in her palm. He pointed to the black box on the counter behind her. She obligingly turned to open it and he saw it was some sort of kit with which she could vacuum freeze and store rows of vials. She dipped her hand into the open lid and drew out a stun gun. "Not that I really need this," Kendra indicated the small weapon and gave a laugh. "You can't arrest me, you oversized male," she sneered as though she'd delivered him an insult. "I have diplomatic immunity, remember?" "Ah, the Council will ignore you as you continue to rob men of their body fluids?" "They're not going to know of it." "You think I won't tell them?" He was reasonably assured that she wouldn't murder him. It was far too serious an offense especially considering she was a Sapphist who were known to abhor any sort of bloodshed. "No, I'm going to shoot you unconscious then call Security. I'll tell them you tried to rape me and any claim you might have about my trying to steal your seed will be discounted." "You'd charge me with rape?" He asked evenly, curious, not bothering to tell her that his one superior knew of Rafe's plans to investigate her. "Even though you know it to be a lie and even though you know the punishment is hormonal castration?" She was slightly put off by this, and it was clear from the pucker in her brow that no, she did not relish the idea. Her brief hesitation was all Rafe needed. He slammed his fist into her hand and knocked the stun gun across the bathroom floor. She leapt for it but he easily plucked her aside and scooped up the small weapon, tossing it down the garbage shoot. She tore herself from his hold and backed off, angry and momentarily stumped. "Give me the other vial now." Rafe's voice snapped out at her. With an annoyed sigh, Kendra dropped her hand into the black box and carefully, gently handed him a second vial. Rafe saw his name written in small letters across the cap, which he popped off with minor difficulty, and then dropped both unceremoniously into the toilet. Kendra watched his actions with a mildly forlorn expression. "You would have made beautiful babies." "And still will, someday, when I choose to." She snorted. "But you will only raise a few at most. That vial contained hundreds of girls." "That you would have raised in a way I don't agree with. That I'm sure Galvin doesn't agree with." "Galvin," a smile played across her lips at the memory of her past conquest. "I recommended his seed to my own sister. She and her partner are expecting their baby next month." A baby of Galvin's, one he would never see, Rafe thought angrily, perhaps the young officer wouldn't care, but he should have been given the choice as to whether he wanted to donate his seed to the Sapphist population. Kendra walked into the main room as though their conversation was finished and slipped into sheer black robe. Leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, Rafe watched her. "Why do you need to do it?" He asked. "Egg fusion is a simple procedure now, as is cloning." "We like new blood." She flipped her curls over her shoulder. "Every generation of ours is stronger, taller and mentally quicker than the last." And more beautiful, Rafe nearly voiced. Instead, he purred, "So you hunt down Sect 1 officers because the Council has already done the screening for you." She smiled at his astute guess and perched herself on the edge of the couch, swinging her leg in a maddeningly blase manner. "I'm not going to allow you to continue, you know that." He said quietly. She laughed at him, mocking. "There's nothing you can do to stop me, Officer. The Universe is hungry for Meridian Rock; Colonies will trade with us no matter what slander you trump up; and men will continue to sleep with me despite your warnings. Your efforts have been an exercise in futility, which is so very typically male, I might add. Your noble little laws can't touch me and neither can you. So now, why don't you get out of my rooms." "How old are you, Kendra?" She was perplexed by his question but answered honestly, "24." "Mm." "Why?" Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "I was wondering if your foolishness was a misstep in your culture's genetic engineering... or simply youth." "My foolishness?! What are you blathering about!" "Well, I'd imagine a woman with a few years more experience would realize that taunting a man in a soundproof room, when he's angry, naked and twice her size, might not be a good idea..." She blinked in surprise when he stepped into the bathroom for a moment, only to appear again, this time with her woodbacked hairbrush in his hand! He started across the room and Kendra was up in an instant. "Get away from me!" "After you so brazenly invited me here? Oh, no." She dashed around the couch but he was far, far too quick for her and had her scooped up in his arms before she could even squeak out a scream for help. Not that it would have done any good. "Put me down! Take your hands off me, you ape!" She writhed in furious helplessness. "You were right about one thing, Kendra, my laws can't touch you. But I most certainly can and I intend to." Rafe settled on the couch, easily flipping her to a face down position over his lap. "Maybe having charges slapped on you this way will have more of an effect..." With that, he ripped her sheer robe from her body and brought the back of her own hairbrush down smack in the center of her ass. She screamed in outrage, though she knew full well no one would be coming to her rescue. "Your behavior is immoral..." SMACK! "Unacceptable..." SMACK!! "And your diplomatic immunity be damned!" SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!!!! Rafe cracked the hairbrush down on her wiggling bottom again and again and found satisfaction in her long wailing, furious and pained howls. He was also pleased by the red oval prints that were fast appearing on her creamy skin as the broad hairbrush descended viciously. Kendra kicked violently and rocked her hips from side to side, but Rafe's blows struck with unerring weight, back and forth between her buttocks. She scratched at his bare leg, sinking her nails in as deep as she could and was rewarded with several particularly hard spanks to the backs of her thighs which seemed to burn even worse than those delivered to her bottom. "Let go, Kendra!" "No! You let me up, you bastard!" Instead, he reached down and grabbed her wrist, yes, she took skin with her, but he was able to force her hand to the small of her back and pin it there. He began to spank her again with a renewed fury until she was wet faced and sobbing her pain aloud at the top of her lungs but even that didn't slow him. Rafe had Kendra's bottom perfectly positioned over his right knee and watching it flatten and bounce under his every spank was soothing his temper as no arrest, no trial, ever had. Hearing the Sapphist Ambassador bawl like a small girl was a melody to him, sweeter than any other. Feeling her breasts jiggle against his bare left thigh and her belly press into his stiffening cock, however, was beginning to be distracting and now that she'd spread her long legs wide open and was kicking wildly, he had a good view of her wet pouting sex lips. He lowered his aim and smacked the hard brush right at the curve of her ass. That made her arch her back and pound her left palm on the couch. Thus far, all her crying had been nonverbal, no promises to stop her stealing, no pleading for an end to the spanking, just open mouthed wailing as she flung her red, red bottom from side to side. Rafe stopped and lay aside the hairbrush, to enjoy the feel of her roasting skin. His hand rubbed each of her buttocks lewdly, squeezing the sore flesh, pinching the mottled welts that were beginning to form. Her crying slowed slightly to become hiccupping sobs. He stood and rolled her from his lap. Kendra crumpled to the floor, all the pride and dignity spanked out of her. She pushed her tangled red hair away from her face and watched as Rafe strolled to his clothes. "No! Wait!" She gasped. He turned in surprise to find her on her knees, thighs spread wide as she held her throbbing buttocks, one in each hand. Her face was flushed and smeared with tears, her breasts full and taut. "Wait?" She opened her mouth but had no words for what she wanted. Rafe was astounded. He recognized the look on her face, he'd seen it before on other women, but never with the intensity or longing that blazed in Kendra's eyes. He strode back to her, standing above her and asked again in a hard voice, "Wait? What would you have me wait for, Ambassador?" There was no denying the rigidity of his cock as it jutted upwards, but his expression was far from receptive. Kendra wrapped her arms around his legs and pressed her face and breasts into his thighs, rubbing her tears into his skin. "Please. Please..." She rasped softly. "What? Do you think I'd let you take another seed sample?" He snarled. "No!" Kendra sat back on her knees and pulled the cylindrical charm from her neck. She popped open the top and showed him the empty vial inside just before she flung it across the room. Rafe looked down on the woman at his feet, her eyes as fiery as the ass she unconsciously displayed for him and he grit his teeth, there was absolutely no way he could deny himself or her. He scooped her up from under her arms and swung her to his chest, carrying her across the room, where in one smooth motion, he tossed her on the bed. Rafe knelt on the floor, grabbed Kendra's ankles and dragged her pussy toward him. She cried out as the rough bedcover scraped her flaming flesh but the instant Rafe's mouth covered her clit, her cries were of a different nature. She came instantly, overtaken with a harrowing pleasure that seemed to burst from her loins. She screamed, while Rafe pulled her closer still, devouring her pussy until she'd come twice more. Then, as she lay there spent and panting, he flipped her over and lifted her by the hips to an animal position, so that he could thrust his cock into her drenched pussy all the while admiring the reddened hue of her ass. The burn he felt as his belly pressed into those soft, malleable cheeks, pushed him over the edge and it was only moments before he poured himself into her, giving her willingly what she'd tried to take earlier. He collapsed to a side and pulled Kendra into his arms as he strove to catch his breath. All of a sudden she wiggled free of his embrace and propped herself up. "You came inside of me didn't you?! You put unpure sperm in me." She poked his chest accusingly. "Unpure?" "Unsifted! Half of that seed contains boys, doesn't it?!" Rafe smiled, "Yes, I would hope it does." She tried to spring up then, to go clean herself, but Rafe held her tight until she gave up the struggle and settled down next to him, tucking her face into neck, sending shivers across his skin. "I can always have the pregnancy terminated." She reminded him smugly. "That would be your choice." She didn't want to think about it, not now anyway, not when she was actually enjoying the male scent of him. "You get the point, Ambassador?" She groaned inelegantly. "Are you trying to make one, ape?" That got her instantly flipped onto her belly and his large hand descended upon her already very sore bottom! "OWW! I get the point!! I get it!" Rafe's hand traced a lazy circle across the fresh red fingerprints on her right buttock, she tried to push herself up but that same hand held her firmly in place. "What is the point, Kendra?" "That I should ask men for their seed instead of just taking it." "Good." He agreed, his fingers slipping between the crevice of her buttocks. She gave a low moan. "And since Sappho-Colony is so rich, you might even think of trading for the sperm you want." "What?" She scoffed. "Buy what men give so willingly for free." That earned her another slap but this time she lifted her hips and pressed her bottom into the curve of Rafe's hand. He smiled. "Was this your first spanking, Ambassador?" "Oh no," She squirmed under his roaming hand. "But it was the first one I ever liked. And I didn't even really like this one." She reached back and rubbed her bottom tenderly, knowing it would be days before she sat comfortably. He lightly pushed her thighs further apart. "Who else spanked you?" "Oh just about everybody, my mother, teachers, trainers... It's almost the only method of punishment used on Sappho-Colony. There are whipping horses tucked away everywhere." Rafe was amazed. And she thought his culture was barbaric, spanking had been outlawed as real punishment for children well over a century ago. Kendra caught his thoughts and smiled. "We find it effective for citizens of all ages. Of course, how public the spanking is and the severity, is dictated by the crime. One of the nice things about being stationed here was getting away from my mother's knee." "Perhaps," Rafe murmured while trailing a finger up the unspanked pale inside of her thigh and over the wet lip of her pussy, "but now you've found another one." His finger plunged deeper. "Another one?" Kendra was having a hard time following his words when he was tickling her so deliciously. "Another knee to place yourself over." She started up. "Oh, no, Rafe, this was just for tonight. This was-- stop that! No, oh, no, don't stop... mmmnphh..." Hope the real Sci-Fi readers will forgive my abuse of their genre... Ginger