15 Jul 1999







It was supposed to be a parody; instead it came out as more of a...well, 

a slightly silly slashy discipline story.  Not that that's a bad thing.



This is for Hal, who whimpered, and Thea, who begged, and Wedge, who

wormed one hand out of the duct tape long enough to give a thumbs-up,

and Luke, who quickly taped that hand back down and grinned at me.



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Wedge flopped down on the couch and sucked industriously on his

ice-pop.  He wasn't entirely sure where he was, or how he got there, but 

there was a couch and a freezer full of ice-pops, so it couldn't be all

that bad.



Even if there were small furry things in cages, and larger furry things

wandering around.



He examined the black box across from the couch, and pressed the "POWER" 

button.  The box buzzed, and then began displaying pictures.  He 

flipped through the channels for a minute, stopping briefly at one fuzzy

channel which appeared to have a pair of floating breasts in the middle

of the screen.  They looked pretty fake to him, however, so he moved

on.  Eventually, he found a channel that promised him a movie in just

two more minutes, and settled back to watch, propping his feet up on a

nearby armchair.



Maybe he could learn more about this place by viewing its

entertainment.  It was possible that the Alliance could make a base

here, if the locals were friendly enough, and what better way to

determine that than examining their culture?



Of course, Luke might be annoyed, but then Luke generally was when he

caught Wedge slacking off when they were supposed to be on a mission.

//Luke,// thought Wedge, //needs to loosen up.  Have some fun.  Get

laid.// 



Oh, there was a likely thought.  Wedge sucked on his ice-pop a little

more enthusiastically and watched the box play its movie.



There were some awfully hot guys in this movie, even if he didn't

understand what was obviously supposed to be humor.



The ice-pop disappeared and he sucked on the stick, mentally assigning

all the guys in the movie to a cuteness spectrum.  Halfway through, he

realized he'd stuck Luke on the high end of the spectrum, and sighed.



//Stop fantasizing about him, Wedge.  You can't have him.//  He stuck his

purple tongue out at the screen and slumped lower on the couch.  The

reporter on the screen kissed the schoolteacher, and Wedge felt his cock 

twitch.



//Oh, come on,// he told it. //There's not even any groping going on!

What am I, desperate?//



It twitched again, and backed up its claim with an image of Luke flopped 

naked on his bunk, teaching his roommates how to play some obscure card

game. 



Well, that at least wasn't fantasy.  Luke hated drying himself

off after water showers, and was always wandering about wet and naked.

When asked, he always said "I grew up in a desert, and you want me to

remove the water?"  That usually ended the discussion, but almost always 

resulted in one or more Rebel pilots jerking off in a closet.



Luke was not only the Alliance's fair-haired boy, he was one hot piece

of ass.



"As if anyone's had a chance to try it," Wedge muttered around the

stick, rubbing absently at his erection.  "Probably saving himself for

the Princess." 



"Who's saving himself for the Princess?"



Wedge flung himself off the couch and saluted.  "Commander Skywalker,

sir, I didn't hear you--"



"No, you didn't.  What do you think you're doing, Wedge?  This

doesn't look like scouting to me."



"I was studying their entertainment, sir, in an attempt--"



Luke's hand lashed out and caught his wrist.  "You were fooling around,

Wedge.  Do you know what we do with people who fool around?"



Wedge could hardly breathe.  All his nerves seemed to be focused on his

wrist, where Luke was touching him, except for the nerves that were

playing scales on his cock.



"We punish them, Wedge."  He released the older pilot and stepped back.

"Strip.  Now."



The nerves started playing frantic arpeggios.



Wedge bit his lip and took off his flight suit.  He stood there in his

skivvies, and tried vainly to hide his erection.



"I said _strip_."



"Oh, come on, Luke, you can't--"



"Now."



Wedge took off the skivvies.



"Bend over the chair there."



"What?"



"Bend. Over. The. Chair."



"Why?  You going to spank me?"



"That's the idea.  You're a very badly behaved young man."  Luke reached 

out and turned Wedge around, then pressed him down to the armchair.

Wedge stood there, his erection trapped against the back of the chair,

his hands gripping the soft arms.



The arpeggios threatened to turn into a full-blown concerto.



"Now, hold still."  Luke pulled out a roll of gray tape and quickly

bound Wedge's hands to the chair.  Then he kicked the older pilot's legs 

apart and taped them to the chairlegs, and stood back to survey the

results.  



Wedge tugged helplessly at the bindings.  "What the hell is that stuff?"



Luke looked down at the roll, and read the label.  "Duct tape.  I bet

the Alliance could use some of this--seems to be handy.  Now, as for

your punishment--"  He moved close to Wedge, bent over his back, and

whispered softly in his ear.  "I won't force you.  You tell me if you

want me to stop."  Wedge could feel Luke's hard cock through the flight

suit, and decided that he'd obviously fallen asleep on the couch and

that this was one of his more interesting fantasies.



If this was a fantasy, there was no reason not to indulge in it.  "Is

that a lightsaber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"



He was rewarded--or punished--with a slap on his ass.  And then

another.  And another.  He could feel the skin growing red and stinging

slightly with pain as Luke continued the assault.  Another few slaps,

and he whimpered softly.  The hand quickly moved to soothing, tracing

gentle circles over the sensitive flesh.  "In answer to your question,

Wedge, I'm happy to see you."  Luke moved closer again, pressing his

hips against the other man's ass.  "Very happy to see you."  Wedge

gasped and wiggled happily.  "But you've ben very naughty.  So...I'm

afraid you'll have to wait."



Wedge felt a warm kiss on his back, and then another just below his

tailbone--and then Luke freed his hands and feet.  "I'll meet you back

at the fleet, Wedge.  And--please do a little recon while you're here.

I don't want to have to discipline you again."



Wedge stared at the blond pilot, his eyes glassy.  "Is, um, was this

real?"



A smile tugged at Luke's mouth.  "I hope so.  You looked awfully cute

like that."  He walked out of the room, leaving Wedge to put his clothes 

back on.



As he shimmied back into his flight suit, he made a decision.



If that was punishment, he was going to have to misbehave much more

often.