Title: Ouch!

Author: A. Kite

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Series: Star Trek: Voyager

Codes: Tuvok, Kim

Part: 1/1

Rating: PG

Summary: Harry gets his comeuppance when Tuvok finds out who has been messing with his holoprograms.

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Warning: This story contains heavy spoilers for season six episodes and Live Fast and Prosper, in particular. If you haven't seen it, you may want to save this for later or pass it by.

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Thanks to BJCochran for the quick beta read, and my eternal thanks to Jim Wright's Delta Blues reviews.

A. Kite (April 2000)

Harry Kim put the finishing touches on his latest modification to Tuvok's Oracle of K'Tal program. Boy! This one was going to be great. Harry wished he could see the look on Tuvok's face when he saw the oracle wearing a sombrero. A call came over his combadge just then, "Ensign Kim, report to the Chief of Security's office."

Harry stood at attention in front of Lieutenant Commander Tuvok's desk waiting for him to finish with the PADD he was reading. With a calm that only a Vulcan could master, Tuvok let the ensign sweat it out for a few minutes before setting the PADD aside and looking up at the young man.

"Ensign Kim, at ease." Harry's ramrod straight posture relaxed minutely. "It has come to my attention that you are the person responsible for the alterations in my personal holodeck programs." Harry opened his mouth to deny the charge, but before he could utter a sound, Tuvok continued, "Do not insult by intelligence by attempting to refute my accusation. Ensign Paris volunteered your name readily enough when faced with the same punishment that you will be receiving."

Punishment! How bad could it be? Harry wondered. Extra duty shifts, a few less replicator rations, I can deal with that. Tom, the dirty rat, squealed on me. I'll fix him later.

Harry's face was an open book to the Vulcan. He could see every thought as the emotions behind them flitted by. So, the ensign thought the punishment would be easy. It gave Tuvok a sense of satisfaction that he would soon wipe that look off Kim's face. He announced the punishment in the same unperturbed tone of voice as he always used. "Mr. Kim, lower your trousers and bend over the desk."

Harry looked at Tuvok in utter shock. He got the idea very quickly as he watched the older man open a desk drawer and retrieve a leather strap and a wooden paddle. Tuvok laid the implements out and stood up. "Perhaps you misunderstood me, Ensign. Lower your trousers now."

Harry stood there gaping and opening and closing his mouth. Finally he was able to squeak out, "You're going to spank me?"

Tuvok nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kim. I understand this is the preferred method of punishing naughty children on a number of worlds. Not effective on Vulcan children, of course."

"Now wait a minute, Tuvok," Harry was saying as he backed away. "Look, I'm sorry I altered your programs. I won't do it again."

"No, you will not, but I believe you need a reinforced reminder. You may have your choice of the strap, the paddle or my hand, but you will submit to this punishment or I can take my complaint to Captain Janeway."

There was no way Harry wanted that! It was bad enough that Tuvok was treating him like a kid, but a lecture from the captain and her disapproval was too much. He hesitated for a moment more before unbuckling the belt on the civilian trousers he was wearing. He worked the zipper down slowly, giving him time to make a decision on which instrument of torture he wanted Tuvok to use. The strap would leave welts, and he didn't want to think of the strength that would be behind swats from that paddle. Harry refused eye contact with Tuvok as he brought his pants down around his knees and bent over the desk. If he had to go through with this then at least Tuvok could be uncomfortable too.

Tuvok took a moment to appreciate the appealing picture it made; Harry Kim's well proportioned buttocks were aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Then he asked, "What's your decision, Ensign?"

Harry's voice was a bit shaky but firm in resolve as he answered, "Your hand, use your hand."

"Very well, brace yourself, Mr. Kim."

Tuvok moved behind and to the side of the young man and rested his hand against the smooth, tender skin. The action caused Harry to wiggle a bit. Tuvok raised his hand and Smack!

"OUCH!" Smack. "OW!" Smack. Tuvok laid out down a pattern of overlapping hand prints on each of the ensign's buttocks as tears seeped out behind his tightly closed eyelids. Mr. Kim was very vocal; yelling out as each blow struck. Tuvok wished for soundproofing when he thought of crewmembers walking by his office, but it didn't keep him from continuing.

With one last strategically placed smack, Tuvok stood back and admired his handiwork. The ensign's bottom was fiery red, and he was breathing raggedly in an obvious attempt to hold back sobs. Tuvok was pleased. "Mr. Kim, you may go when you have composed yourself. I trust there will be no cause to repeat this."

Harry wiped his eyes on his sleeve before standing upright again, "No, Sir!" Tuvok turned to go and heard Harry gasp as he brought his pants up over his sore butt. He was slightly relieved to see no dawdlers in the corridor as the door slid open.

The next morning Tuvok felt that sense of satisfaction again when he entered the mess hall to find Ensign Kim eating his meal from the standing position. The young man's face was nearly as red as his buttocks had been as he steadfastly refused to answer the prodding from fellow crewmates to explain the reason why he was reluctant to sit.

The End