Beverly Crusher shoved Wesley into her quarters and slammed the door behind them. The hum of the Enterprise faded. She pointed at the deck.
"Strip. Now."
Wesley yanked off his uniform jacket, then the rest, until he stood naked, cock already half-hard from the look in her eyes. Beverly stayed in her blue medical tunic, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts. She grabbed his arm and hauled him across her lap as she dropped into the chair.
"You fucked up that mission briefing, boy. Time to pay."
Her hand cracked down on his bare ass. The slap echoed sharp and loud. Wesley jerked, but she pinned him with one strong thigh. She spanked him again, harder, her palm landing flat on the same spot. Red bloomed across his skin.
"Count them," she ordered.
"One," he grunted.
Beverly laid into him. Each smack came fast and heavy, her hand rising and falling without pause. The sting built fast, heat spreading over both cheeks. Wesley's cock rubbed against her leg with every blow, getting thicker. She paused only to squeeze the burning flesh, fingers digging in.
"Look at this ass turning red for me," she said, voice low and rough. "My son, bent over my knee, taking his punishment like a little slut."
She spanked the sit-spot, right where thigh met ass, over and over. Wesley's voice cracked on the numbers. By fifteen his breath came ragged. His dick leaked against her uniform, leaving a wet spot.
Beverly shifted him higher so his cock hung free between her legs. She reached under and gave it one tight stroke.
"Hard already. You like Mommy's hand on your ass, don't you?"
"Yes," he gasped.
She answered with another round of slaps, faster now, alternating cheeks until both glowed dark pink. Wesley squirmed, trying to grind against her. Beverly shoved two fingers into his mouth.
"Suck. Show me how grateful you are."
He sucked her fingers while she kept spanking with the other hand. The rhythm never broke. Each impact jolted his whole body. His balls tightened. Beverly pulled her fingers free and wiped the spit across his face.
"Stand up."
Wesley obeyed, cock jutting straight out, shiny at the tip. Beverly stood too, turned him around, and bent him over the desk. She kicked his feet apart. Her hand returned to his ass, this time rubbing the heat before delivering three brutal slaps right on the center.
"Stay still or I add ten more."
She opened a drawer, pulled out the thick leather belt from her medical kit. The first strike across both cheeks made Wesley shout. The belt left a clean stripe. She gave him five more, steady and hard, watching the welts rise. His ass trembled. Pre-cum dripped onto the deck.
Beverly dropped the belt and pressed her body against his back. She reached around and fisted his cock, stroking rough and fast.
"You want to come? Beg for it while I finish your spanking."
"Please, Mom," he choked out. "Spank me harder. Make me come."
She grabbed the belt again with her free hand and laid it across his thighs while she jerked him. The mix of pain and pleasure made his legs shake. She worked the head of his cock with a tight twist on every upstroke.
"Come on my hand," she growled. "Right now."
Wesley came with a broken moan, thick ropes shooting across the desk. Beverly kept stroking through it, milking every drop while the belt snapped one last time across his ass. He slumped forward, breathing hard.
She released him and stepped back.
"Clean up. Then you're going to eat my pussy until I say stop. We're not done tonight."
Wesley dropped to his knees, already reaching for her.
