Aug 2001


	Hey guys, bear with me on this story...it hasn't been beta'ed but I wanted
	to send it out so it could be counted as a reply to list mom's challenge.  I
	changed a bit but I hope you will enjoy it.  It's not exactly like list mom
	wanted but the closest I could write...Sue

	SHEBA'S REVENGE
	By Pepper
	(peppe1951@yahoo.com)

	(This is my answer to the evil list mom's request, since I don't write
	slash.  Instead of Sheba biting Starbuck's ass she gets to have it paddle
	instead.)

	Sheba was furious; Starbuck had insulted her for the last time.  The nerve
	of the man to brag that he was a better shot than her or her beloved
	father...now it was time for revenge and she knew exactly how to do it.  She
	would paddle him in front of his peers.  All she needed to do was set the
	whole thing up in a way that she could legally do it without being
	stopped.

	She thought that with Starbuck ego it would be a simple thing to challenge
	him to a contest with winner paddling or spanking the loser.  Of course,
	that would mean that she would have to offer herself to be spanked if she
	lost.  Although she had no intention on losing, of that she was sure and to
	make sure she would cheat.  There were enough Galactica people who thought
	that Starbuck needed to be taken down a peg or two and would help her win.

	Now what could she challenge him to; Sheba thought for some time before it
	came to her.  She would challenge him to see how many Cylons he could kill
	in the training simulator. They were both aces and his station would be easy
	to vandalize making him lose.

	"Oh, this is going to be so very sweet," she thought as she went out to
	recruit her helpers.

	Later that night as Sheba entered the officer's club she paused as
	gathering her thoughts.  Starbuck was at a table with Boomer, Greenbean,
	Jolly and several other of the Blue Squadron.  Apollo, Starbuck's conscience
	was absent, which suited Sheba since if anyone could talk Starbuck out of
	doing anything it would be the Captain.  She strolled over to the table and
	when she was within their hearing said, "Starbuck, I challenge you to a game
	of Cylon kill.  Are you game?"

	Starbuck looked up when he recognized the voice and grimaced saying,
	"Haven't you had enough, Sheba.  My kill rate of late tops both you and your
	father.  Why don't you give it a rest?"  He then turned back to his Squadron
	mates trying to ignore her.

	"What's wrong Starbuck are you scared of taking my challenge," she said
	slyly.

	There was silence all around as the threat was thrown in Starbuck's face.
	To be called scared was the same as admitting you were a coward.  Starbuck
	wouldn't walk away from that.

	Starbuck turned around and said in a clear and loud voice, "I ACCEPT.  What
	is the wager?"

	Sheba's moment came as she said in a equally clear voice, "the winner gets
	to spank or paddle the loser. The number of licks will be 50."  You could
	have hard a pin drop as all held their breaths wondering if Starbuck would
	again accept the wager.  With a gleam in his eye Starbuck said, "I
	accept...it is going to be a real pleasure spanking some sense in your head
	by way of that cute bare bottom of yours," and led the way to the Warrior's
	training room.  They often used the room for wagering and games but never
	has the prize been something as interesting as spanking or paddling the
	loser.

	"Okay Sheba, pick your station," Starbuck gallantly offered.  Sheba hurried
	to the one she always used while Starbuck went to the other, the one closest
	to hers as she hope he would.  It had been fixed to be a micron slower in
	response time.  With the speed that was naturally hers Sheba felt that was
	all she would need to win.

	Sheba turned and addressed the crowd squeezed into the room and asked,
	"Would anyone like to request how many kills are needed to win?"

	Boomer stepped forward and said, "How about 20 kills in the quickest time?"

	Both Starbuck and Sheba nodded their agreements.  However Sheba quickly
	pulled out a written sheet of paper and said, "Before we get started we need
	to sign this agreement," handing it to Starbuck.  "I've already signed."
	Starbuck in a hurry to get started only glanced over it before signing his
	name.  He handed it back to Sheba and said, "Now can we get started?" At her
	nod the game started.  They each concentrated on their own screens and it
	wasn't until the kills had been tallied that the score was announced.
	"Starbuck has 20 kills in a total of two centons and 20 microns."  The
	speaker paused as the room erupted in applause and cheers.  "Way to go
	buddy, that is one of your best times, yet," cried Boomer.

	"Sheba has a total of 20 kills also with a time of 2 centons and 18
	microns...Sheba wins."  The silence of the announcement was equal to the
	shocked face of Starbuck who stuttered, "No...she couldn't have won.  That
	was my fastest score of all time.  It had to be faster than hers."

	"Well, hotshot the figures don't lie and this means that it won't be my bare
	butt that will be taking the licking.  It will be yours.  Now I want you to
	bend over the desk up there with your bare bottom showing; it is time I
	collect my wager," ordered Sheba.

	It was a stunned Starbuck who finally did as she ordered thinking, "This
	can't hurt too much; she is too small to do much damage." He was totally
	unprepared for the first lick that was applied to his backside and yelled
	out loud, "Yeowwwwccchh."  He peaked over his shoulder and saw that it
	wasn't even Sheba holding the paddle but a large and powerful built man.

	"No fair," he yelled, "the wager was with Sheba; she is the only one that
	should be paddling me."  "Oh, didn't I tell you, this is Fields, my
	representative.  I'm too small and weak to do the job.  He will be giving
	the licks out for me.  After all I do have it in writing," producing the
	written agreement he had signed earlier.  Starbuck groaned knowing his goose
	was about to be roasted.

	***

	Apollo had been late dinning with his dad and had come to the Officer's Club
	about an centar late and had been surprised to find it near empty.  As he
	approached the bar he asked for a Ambrosia and casually asked, "Where is
	everyone?"  Before the bar tended could answer a Cadet burst into the room
	saying, "Starbuck is getting his tail roasted tonight," as he also asked for
	a drink.

	Apollo asked, "What are you talking about?"

	"Oh, he and Sheba had a contest and he lost.  The winner gets to paddle or
	spank the loser."

	"And Starbuck lost?"  The Cadet nodded.  "Then how hard can Sheba hit?"
	Apollo said with a smile.

	"Oh she isn't the one doing the paddling.  She got a larger and more
	powerful man to actually be the one doing the paddling.  Starbuck's butt has
	got to be on fire...it's the color of it at least."

	"Where is this going on?"

	"In the Warrior Training room," was all the Cadet got out before Apollo left
	him on the run.

	As Apollo approached he heard the crowd roar, "25, 26. 27, 28, 29 and 30."
	When he entered the counting stopped instantly.  "That's it...this is over
	with," he ordered as he approached the table where his friend was sobbing.
	"You all will be on report if this room isn't cleared at once," he yelled.
	"Boomer, Jolly you two stay...the rest of you leave."  The effect was
	instanously and soon all that were left in the room were Starbuck and his
	friends.

	Apollo took one look at his friend's backside and winced in spite of
	himself.  It was red with blue splotches all over it.  He knew that Starbuck
	would find sitting uncomfortable at the least for the next secton.  He shook
	his head and asked of Boomer and Jolly, "What happened and why didn't you
	stop it?"

	"We couldn't Apollo...this was a challenge.  Starbuck accepted both it and
	the wager.  He foolishly signed the agreement that allowed Sheba's
	representative to be the one that actually did the paddling.  All we could
	do was watch and be there to pick up the pieces when it was over with.  It's
	a good thing you came when you did.  The original wager called for the loser
	to get 50 licks."

	"You are right.  Let's get Starbuck back to his bunk and see if Cassie has
	anything to help for the pain," said Apollo wearily.    He approached
	Starbuck and helped him from the table.  As Apollo held him Boomer and Jolly
	helped to ease the pants back up.  Starbuck yelled as the cloth made contact
	with his sore bottom and winced as he gingerly made his way back to his
	quarters.

	As they past by Apollo's quarters they stopped.  "Wait a minute guys,
	Starbuck can spend the next few nights here.  It's going to be embarrassing
	for him to return to his bunk in the state he's in.  This will afford him so
	privacy while he recovers.  Let's just hope he will learn some day that
	trying to get one over on Sheba gives you an enormous pain in the ass."

	The End.