While I had David in Deep O-Mode, I started trying to understand how he related to people. His attitude when he'd controlled his stepmother Saturday morning was really criminal! He hadn't thought at all about how it would affect her, a low-key sexual performer, to suddenly experience an Arousal rating of 89! A little more questioning made it clear David didn't even realize Diane had a low sex drive, and I thought his ignorance must spring from complete insensitivity to other people's feelings. Starting from an 89 Arousal level, I figured the only reason it took Diane more than two seconds to get off with the Hubba-Hubba was that she was just built that way -- she needed a long build-up to reach orgasm. It was pretty clear to me from what David said that the Hubba-Hubba was a marital aid she used with David's Dad.

As I continued questioning him, I realized David never worried about anybody's feelings! It was really true what Linda said: David was like a young criminal in training or something! Other people were barely real to him! I had him describe one of his sex fantasies involving me, a very painful dominance fantasy, and as he talked I realized he didn't know the first thing about me as a person, although he'd been visiting my house for over a year. He liked the fact that I was smart, but mainly he'd just fixated on my face and figure. Especially my figure. OK, I'm happy I have a nice figure, and maybe I should emphasize it a bit during David's training and be his dream Dominatrix. We were obviously going to be spending a long time together. I was convinced that David needed this training now, and I could enjoy administering it without feeling guilty!

I gave David a long-term compulsion not to touch the microbead on his head, not even during a shampoo, then told him not to notice any time-lapse from being in Deep O-Mode and to recapture the feelings he'd had just before I put him under. In a few seconds he started flushing again, and I dropped him back to normal. He started squirming on his chair, and from the emotions in his low-level sensie, I knew he was nerving himself up to try to talk me into something.

David gave a small speech to appeal to my social feelings and make me feel like a bully about hurting him. It was very well done. If I hadn't been convinced by that time that the training was for his own good, and known that David's speech was simply more manipulation, I'd have felt bad about my part by the time he finished.

The tutorial had told me to do what I could to keep David from resenting my role in his training, and that gave me the idea of using O-Mode to question David about what he'd do to me if our positions were reversed. Hw was wide awake and aware of what he was saying, and the sensie playback showed me how desperately he tried to resist answering. But within a few seconds he was telling me the details of how he'd punish me if he had the opportunity. I made him explain his motivation, that he'd get a sexual thrill out of dominating me, and then I told him I was going to get the same kind of thrill from dominating him! His reaction turned me on when I felt it through the sensie! Shocked surprise, shading into the excited erotic feelings he'd been having for the past few months about reward-avoidance training.

I saw how I could extend this lesson, and dropped David into Deep O-Mode, then got help from the tutorial setting up minor compulsions that would give him gentle mental nudges to compare the punishment I gave him with what he'd do to me if our situations were reversed. David was basically fair-minded, so he'd eventually realize that the discipline he was getting was actually quite focused compared with his own selfish fantasies. After awhile I thought he'd understand that what I was doing had a therapeutic purpose. At least I hoped so. I still liked David and I hoped I wasn't unrealistic wanting him to like me back at the same time I was overseeing his discipline.

While I had David in Deep O-Mode I looked into his fantasies about me more deeply, and it was kind of upsetting. He wouldn't stop with just whipping me after school and getting me super horny so I'd beg him to fuck me, which I thought was kind of sexy actually, just a more extreme version of the BAD SOMA encounters we'd both had. But he had a lot of other ideas that weren't the least bit sexy! If he were in charge, he'd torture me constantly, whenever he felt like it, even when I was at school with my friends!

I asked David what he'd do if he saw me reacting badly when he treated me that way, miserable about being punished all the time, not feeling sexy, terribly upset when he threatened to humiliate me at school. I was gratified to hear him answer haltingly that he'd stop doing the things that bothered me if that happened (as it certainly would), and that he'd try to make me feel better. He'd still want to control me, but he'd be much gentler and try to get me turned on about it. I pressed him on what he'd do if I still couldn't adjust and kept having bad spells because of his control, and he said he'd eventually give up and just try to be my boyfriend, although he might keep using just a little subtle guidance to make me want to have frequent sex. Excellent! I was happy to learn David wasn't actually cruel, just thoughtless.

I brought David back out of Deep O-Mode so he wouldn't notice a time lapse since I told him I'd get turned on by punishing him, and as soon as he could talk, he started trying to push his agenda again.

"Wait, Judy, Please! If you enjoy punishing me and . . . stuff, I can enjoy that too as long as it isn't TOO hard! Can you just take it a little bit easy on me like in a BDSM Encounter, so I can sublimate it? I mean you can still have fun and make me beg, right? Then when you feel I've, uh, learned my lesson, maybe we can both get off together!"

I had to admire him -- the little weasel -- for coming up with another appealing idea so quickly to reduce his punishment. But of course I couldn't go along with this and still give him the training he needed, so I let him know that. I could feel David's desperation that he wasn't making any progress on reducing his punishment. He offered to cooperate if I went easy on him, but I knew he was using the trick he had of only promising to cooperate for a little while!

"Stop trying to manipulate me, David!" I snapped, showing my impatience with his tricks. "I know how much your cooperation is worth!" I thought it was time to bring this to a halt and rub it in that he was under MY control!

"Anyway," I mused aloud, "I think I'll be able to get your cooperation without making any concessions." I made it clear how his punishment was up to me and I could whip him more at the end if he wasn't cooperative. Then I made my voice sound a little mean.

"You DO want to cooperate with me, don't you David?"

"Yes, Judy," he answered in a quavering voice. I could feel his frightened reaction through the sensie as I outlined how I wanted him to do whatever I told him without making me use O-Mode.

"I expect you'll be quite sore at the end of your whipping for what you did to Diane, so you really won't want any extra slaps." And after a pause to let that soak in, "Are you going to do what I tell you?"

"Yes!" he answered in a croaking voice. He was nice and intimidated now.

"Then let's start!" I said, looking forward to the next step. "First take all your clothes off!"

It was unbelievable how embarrassed he got as I chivvied him into taking off his clothes; I had to turn the intensity of the sensie feed down to 20% so I could concentrate. I guess I'd have felt that embarrassed if I was caught by a bunch of boys masturbating in the school gym in the nude or something, but not with just one near-partner watching me get undressed! Then I realized this was all being recorded, and I'd be able to play it back later so he always felt this embarrassed when he had to stand naked in front of me, and I thought that was pretty neat!

After he was nude, I walked all around him making teasing remarks about his body. He really DID have a good-looking body, and watching him standing there with his flushed face and prominent erection was turning me on something fierce! I had to move on to something else, so I told him to follow me into my exercise room where I'd set up the positioner. He started crying as soon as I told him to get on it, and I had to tell him he was getting extra whipping for hesitating before he'd do what he was told.

After he climbed onto the positioner, I heard the restraints snap into place and the platform raised him a few feet. I felt extremely aroused viewing David in this position, so exposed, with his bottom in the air and his erection sticking down through the leg-rests. I remembered there was a lot of flexible play in the positioner, so I raised it a bit more and rotated him until his torso was horizontal; I was concerned that blood might rush to his head in the original position, although the tutorial said it was perfectly safe. David's bottom was just even with my shoulders now, very inviting looking, with nicely rounded cheeks.

The only problem was that seeing David in this position was making me lubricate so much that my crotch was starting to squelch inside my sensie suit. The suit was able to absorb a certain amount, since it was pretty common to get hot during BAD SOMA forfeits, but I was normally lying down then and standing up made the lubricant harder to contain. Besides, I'd never gotten this excited in a virtual situation.

But I didn't have time to worry about that because suddenly David was crying a lot louder and begging me not to whip him as hard as Ms Fechtenbaum did. I felt sorry for him, so I gave him some reassurance.

"I won't be whipping you as hard as Linda did," I said. And after a short pause, "But don't get your hopes up! It'll be hard enough to scare you and leave you good and sore, so you'll learn to cooperate!"

I figured I should hurry up and him give his first round, since I knew it wouldn't be as bad as he feared. I set the wand for warm-up and started giving him slow, methodical slaps on the butt, timing them with every third tick of a metronome the tutorial sent to my ear clip. I administered the slaps by swinging the wand around lightly at shoulder level, like making practice swings with a squash racket. The wand felt weird as I used it, since every time it made contact with David's buttocks the handle twisted slightly in my hand, vibrating as it applied the proper intensity for the slap. As the warm- up continued, I kept lowering the sensie feed for bodily sensations, until I had it down to 10%. David shrieked when I gave him his first full-strength slap, and then again with the second, but he wasn't really screaming, as I knew he had during his traumatic whipping. The slaps still hurt though! I could feel the sting through my virtual suit, even with sensation down at 10%.

By the third or fourth slap David was wailing most of the time, with shrieks whenever the wand made contact. I was supposed to try to give him thirty-five slaps in the first round, and listen for a baby response, but after awhile I couldn't tell if he was bawling like a baby or not. He was certainly making a lot of noise. I watched the pain sensitivity reading in his buttocks, and when it got down to 20 I stopped, just as the tutorial was telling me to. I'd given him exactly thirty-five slaps.

I didn't feel any arousal listening to David shriek during the whipping. It seemed so hard on him that I was just trying to be conscientious and do it right. All the other session interactions with David were the real turn-ons as far as I was concerned. The whippings were just needed for his training, and I would have gone a lot easier on him if I'd had any choice in the matter. Still, I liked the idea that whippings this hard would make him completely submissive. I had the authority to give him extra punishment if he didn't do what I told him, and that gave me a lot of power.

David kept bawling for a minute or so at the end, and the tutorial told me he'd reached baby-response threshold at twenty-one slaps. It was supposed to be only fifteen, and the tutorial recommended I raise the pain intensity to 83. I didn't want to make things any harder on David right now if I didn't have to, though, so I determined that the acceptable pain intensity range was 80 to 85, and left the wand at 80. I told David I was going to leave him alone for awhile, and walked away toward the entertainment room, but I actually stopped when I reached a table behind him where he couldn't see me in the wall mirrors.

I took a close look at David on the positioner, his bottom reddening with returning circulation. The tutorial had told me to set the wand for shallow bruising -- no broken blood vessels, but the soreness would die out slowly over forty-eight hours. His buns were really red now, and I was getting very turned on. I suddenly realized I was feeling David's Arousal coming through the sensie feed, a delayed response to the sex-surge from the wand. He was even more excited than I was! Of course he'd been at No Sex since yesterday morning, and that was probably a long time for him to go without an orgasm.

I decided it was time to get some of the edge off my own arousal. I started by getting a towel from the bathroom behind me, unsnapping the crotch of my sensie suit, and wiping myself off. Then I threw the towel in the cleanall as I figured out the setting to make the sensie suit absorb more of the lubricant I put out. When I'd done that, I went back to the table behind David and leaned over the end of it, facing the positioner so I could watch David's red bottom, then set the sensie sensations and emotions up to 100%.

I immediately felt like my bottom was being stung by a hive of bees, and I gasped. It felt quite sore back there, but it didn't get any worse, and then I realized how horny I was, what a terribly sensitive erection I had. It was torture not to be able to do anything about it, constrained as I was in this humiliating position! Of course it was kind of weird to feel David's erection, but I'd had some experiences with S&M sensies from a male perspective before, so it wasn't a complete surprise. Still, it was unbelievably erotic to know these were David's sensations I was feeling.

The crotch of my sensie suit was still open and I started touching myself with my finger, too aroused even to think about getting a peripheral. I got to orgasm in less than a minute, glancing up at David's red bottom every few seconds and experiencing the sensations he was feeling. When I reached orgasm, I had a lot of trouble stifling my groans so David wouldn't hear what I was up to behind him.

After one soul-shaking orgasm, I stopped touching myself and closed my suit up again. It was hard to stop, but I figured I had several orgasms coming later, and I could concentrate better on what I was doing now that the worst pressure was off. After I stopped, I started feeling David's erection again, but he was beginning to lose his extreme excitement. His Arousal rating had reached 84 when he peaked, just 6 short of orgasm, but now he was down to 80. I muted the sensie playback and asked the tutorial if I had time to get a drink of water before starting David's second whipping round. The inter-round period was quite flexible, so I went out to my kitchen. While I was drinking, I realized David might be thirsty, but the tutorial told me not to give him anything to eat or drink while he was being punished.

After I'd finished in the kitchen, I picked up the wand and walked in to see David again. As he heard me coming, he started begging me to let him out of more whipping, but I overrode him to ask how he felt about the whipping he'd had so far. He admitted that it was obviously less severe than the one Linda gave him and didn't seem traumatic, so I started preparing him for his second round, reminding him he was being punished for what he'd done to Diane so he'd start making the connection and realize he had to change his behavior.

Then I put him in Deep O-Mode for a moment and asked if there was anything troubling him I might not know about. He answered that he was unhappy to be acting so childishly sensitive in front of me, thinking he should be able to take the pain of the whipping more stoically, instead of bawling like a baby! I dropped him out of Deep O-Mode again and gave him a bit more reassurance.

"And I'll tell you why you feel so vulnerable right now, David. I didn't want you to hang tough through this, so I've adjusted your Pain Sensitivity setting down to child level."

Of course he still felt just as sensitive and he immediately started pleading with me again not to whip him. But I ignored him and started his next round. He was shrieking again as the slaps reached full strength, and this time the monitor said he reached Baby Response after seventeen slaps, still late for the second round. He was much more sensitive now though.

I kept it up for thirty-five slaps, so the count was up to seventy, then stopped and listened to him bawl his lungs out for another minute or so. Meanwhile, I was looking at the wand's readout for the sensitivity level on his buttocks. It had stayed a bit higher this time, only dropping to 23, and was slowly building up again. I told David to think about what he'd done and why he was getting this whipping, then said I'd be back when he was sensitive again, and walked out of the room.

I wanted to get him up out of the positioner soon, so I considered what to do with him after his whipping. I was supposed to take him outdoors at some point so his punishments would seem less predictable, and since Mom wouldn't be home until seven I thought I could take him into our outdoor pool area and punish him there. When I'd decided a few years ago that I wanted to swim nude, I'd checked that nobody outside could see through the landscaping to our pool. But it isn't obvious how secluded it is, so dropping David's shorts and giving him a moderate paddling by the pool would be a great way to embarrass him. Then I started thinking about details of how I could tantalize David with the Hubba-2, and I was getting pretty aroused when the tutorial told me he was ready for another round.

I walked back to my exercise room with my wand, and up to the positioner. When I got there, David was whimpering and begging pathetically to not be whipped anymore. He really was extremely sore, his buttocks flaming red. But the current whipping round was meant to scare him into being reflexively obedient. I told him he had fifty more slaps coming, then started asking lead- in questions.

"Have you been feeling intimidated by your whipping so far?" I asked. "Are you motivated to do what I tell you?"

"Yes, Judy," he sobbed, "Please! I'll do anything you say!"

I gave him three slow slaps at full whipping strength. He was shrieking right away, and continued bawling for some time after I stopped.

"I don't want you to call me Judy anymore, David," I said, trying to sound strict. I was following training procedure, but then I had a sudden thought. "Not during punishment sessions anyway," I added. "I want you to continue to call me Judy when you're not being punished, but when I'm punishing you, I want you to address me as Ma'am."

"Yes, Ma'am," David said in a tearful voice, "I promise I'll do anything you say!"

"Good," I said, "Don't forget!" And I brought the wand across his butt again, producing another shriek of pain.

"Now another thing I feel strongly about," I said, trying to sound angry, "Is that I want you to stop lying to manipulate me! It's not going to work, because I'll always know when you're lying to get your way!"

I gave him another swat with the wand, and he cried out again.

"I can hardly count the number of times you've lied today, David, but I don't ever want to hear you lie to me again!"

"I promise," David begged, "Please! I promise I won't!"

"Well let's see, I suppose I should go over some of the things you've done and punish you for them.

"Please, Ma'am!"

"You told me you were weak and needed to sit down, but you were just trying to play on my sympathy," I said, and gave him three measured slaps; after that I had to keep my voice at a shout to talk over his wailing. I went through a list of things he'd done that the tutorial told me I should break him of, especially lying to me and hesitating to obey my instructions, and it took awhile. After I finished, David needed a few minutes to wind down from Baby Response bawling and catch his breath, and then I spoke again.

"So, are you getting the idea, David?" I asked, "I don't want you to ever lie to me. Can you remember that?"

David's butt tensed up for another slap, but I was just going to talk with him for awhile now.

"Yes, Ma'am," David moaned in a pathetic voice. "Please, I promise I won't."

"Good," I answered, trying to sound like Little Ms Disciplinarian. "And I don't want you to hesitate to obey any orders of mine again."

"Yes, Ma'am. Please! I'm sorry I hesitated before. I'll do anything you tell me right away!"

Pretty abject apologies, I thought, and got agreement from the tutorial that David was properly focused on being obedient. I hesitated for a moment, then said, "OK. Now I suppose I'll have to give you the rest of your punishment in a few minutes. Do you have anything you want to say or any questions you want to ask at this point?"

"Please, Ma'am. Don't whip me anymore!"

"That's another thing I want you to stop doing," I said. "Repeating your requests over and over. I'm not going to stop until I'm finished, and I don't want you trying to put pressure on me." I thought a few seconds, and added, "Well, I suppose I won't hold it against you if you say "Please!" or something when I'm about to whip you, but no more repeating requests to get me to do what you want. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am! I'm sorry! I'll stop doing it!"

"OK, now I'm giving you a bit of time off here. Do you have any questions?"

There were several seconds of silence before David responded.

"Would you please tell me, Ma'am, how many more slaps I still have coming?"

"I told you before," I answered. "You had 120 coming and you've had seventy, so you have to have fifty more."

"But, please, Ma'am!" David started crying again, but continued talking. "You've whipped me a lot since you told me I was up to seventy. Please, don't they count?"

"Oh, no," I said, rubbing it in. "Those are punishments for things you did during the session, lying to me and so on. They don't take away from the punishment for what you did to Diane!"

I listened to him crying for a minute, and waited for him to slow down before I spoke again.

"Of course, I suppose I could punish you in other ways. Tantalize and humiliate you, the way you were planning to do to me. Do you want me to do that to get out of some of your whipping?"

"Yes, please, Ma'am," David answered. "Please use any humiliating punishment you want, just so I don't have to get whipped anymore." He made a sound like a hiccup mixed with a sob. "I'll do anything you say. Please."

"Well . . .," I pretended to consider it, waiting to see if he'd repeat his request, but he obviously remembered what I'd told him, and remained silent.

"All, right," I said, "If you're sure that's what you want."

Teasing David this way was the part of the session I expected to enjoy most! I went to the chest I keep near the bathroom door and took out the Hubba-2. It was surprisingly small, a mass of bucky-ball nanotube tentacles of all sizes, wound together, and it didn't weigh much more than a pound. I interfaced with it through the tutorial, then walked back to David and touched it against his upper leg. The Hubba seemed to flow like quicksilver, moving its tentacles in ways I couldn't follow, and ended looking like silver-colored bikini briefs, with a rope-like thong in the cleft between his buttocks, and added bands around his upper thighs that I understood were used for leverage.

I told Hubba to go into skin camouflage mode that I'd read about in the Help tree, and the tentacles seemed to disappear -- it was just possible to notice a slight thickening of his upper thighs in back, near his groin, but you couldn't be sure that wasn't just David there. The Help tree said the Hubba-2 could ride this way for months, completely unobtrusive in normal clothing, keeping David's skin clean and healthy where there was contact.

David made a little startled noise when he felt the strange sensation of the Hubba flowing into position, but he didn't ask me what it was, and I assumed that by then he was too intimidated to speak when he wasn't spoken to.

I directed the Hubba to go into Sexual Readiness Mode, which David would be able to feel as contact with all erogenous regions near his groin, but with no sexual stimulation yet, but ass soon as I gave the direction, I heard a new voice in my ear clip -- not the tutorial.

"Your authority for administering reward-avoidance discipline training to this subject must be verified before continuing."

Huh! I'd forgotten the Hubba-2 was a real AI! What I was doing to David would be a serious crime without authorization, and AI's never let something like that slip by.

"Tell me what you need from me," I subvocalized through my throat clip.

"Give your permission for close monitoring." Hubba's voice sounded very strange, like un-music, with bursts of silence woven into the tone. I wasn't sure what close monitoring was, but I knew no AI would hurt me, so I gave permission. A moment later I heard Hubba's voice speaking a sequence of words that made me recall recent events.

"David -- Carmody -- Mrs Carmody -- job -- yesterday -- Bond -- contract," very fast, almost as fast as I could recognize the words. When I had time to think about it later, I decided Hubba had been feeding back some of the words I subvocalized in response to what it was saying.

A short pause, and Hubba said, "The contract you made with Mrs Carmody is sealed with your Personal Security Code against viewing. Please release the details now. Your Trapdoor Code will not be intercepted by this unit."

A socket icon with a question mark came up on my wallscreen. I noticed the Hubba never used a personal pronoun and expressed everything in a passive voice -- that's tag behavior for AI's without real personalities, so my Bond was irrelevant. I addressed the wallscreen and subvocalized my code, and a second later the icon disappeared and I heard Hubba's voice again.

"Your authority is acknowledged."

Suddenly David cried out in a low crooning voice, obviously not from pain, and I realized Hubba had finally obeyed my order to enter Sexual Readiness Mode. I told it to drop it's camouflage and saw that the rope of silver tentacles in the cleft between David's buttocks was bulging slightly near his rectum. Hubba's voice continued, "You will have interactive control over all aspects of David Carmody's sexual response within safe physiological bounds. In addition, you should know that the information available to the tutorial monitor with which you have been interacting has now been duplicated in this unit, since a Hubba-2 AI is better able to monitor and advise on training. Please indicate if this is acceptable to you."

David was starting to move sexually on the positioner, but of course he couldn't move very much. "OK," I told Hubba, "But don't bring up any more administrative details right now. Just advise me on how to sexually stimulate David properly. I want to make him horny but I don't want him to reach orgasm until I say so."

"Order acknowledged," the voice said, and I started talking to David again.

"That's a Hubba-2 I've put on you David. I know you're familiar with the earlier Hubba-Hubba and this is the new model. Is it making you feel sexy?"

"Ohhh," David moaned, "Yes, Ma'am, it's terribly frustrating."

"He is exaggerating for effect, basically lying," the Hubba voice announced.

"You're lying, David," I said, and gave him three slow swats on the bottom. After his crying died down, I said: "You'd better not lie to me again, or I won't stop with just three slaps. Now answer my question about whether the Hubba is making you feel sexy."

David sounded abject again, "Yes, Ma'am, a little bit. It feels like my, uh, penis is, uh -- enclosed in some kind of sheath, so I want to rub against it. But it moves with me so I can't feel any friction and, uh, it feels like it's doing something in my . . . rectum." David sounded very embarrassed describing this, but obviously didn't dare leave anything out at this point.

I looked again at the rope of tentacles broadening near David's rectum, thinking it must feel arousing; most of the sexual peripherals I'd tried used that kind of stimulation to arouse me and get me off. But Hubba said the penetration was only a little over a half-inch, and the sensation David felt was more like a potential for arousal than arousal itself.

"And now it feels like my penis is in being dipped in ice water, or something," David went on in a nervous tone of voice, "Or at least my, uh, testicles feel cold. But I still feel, uh -- just as aroused as before."

Hubba told me it was using cold sensation to stimulate circulation in David's testicles, so he wouldn't experience pain from continual erection. I explained this to David so he wouldn't worry, then addressed Hubba again.

"I want David to start getting stimulated and brought near to climax, but kept frustrated until I say he can come. Can you do that?"

"Yes," said Hubba, "Do you wish to provide tactile stimulation with your hand? Small guiding corrections in your finger movement can be provided to optimize the contact, and this sensation will then be duplicated whenever David's erections are stimulated by contact by you or him, so he will always feel it is connected with you."

I thought that was Max, so I agreed to do it. I started by moving David's positioner until he was just reclining on it with a slight forward bend, and made it more flexible so it would move when he thrust his hips against it. David didn't say anything during this, just minor sounds of startlement, but I thought he must have guessed what was coming next.

When I finally reached under the positioner and wrapped my fingers around his erection, David was immediately galvanized, humping feverishly. His penis felt very slippery, and I knew that was caused by some of Hubba's smallest tentacles, which acted like lubricant chain molecules. I'd intended to just keep my hand steady and let David rub against it, but I immediately felt Hubba's tentacles moving my hand up and down on David's erection in a rhythmic stroking motion, and moving my fingers in and out in a pulsing counterpoint, almost like it was teaching me scales on some kind of instrument. It certainly worked to excite David, because once I'd figured out how to move my fingers without Hubba's guidance I heard him begging, "Please! Please!" in a crooning voice in time to the pulsing movement of my fingers.

Then Hubba said I could break contact, and as I did David's humping and crooning never missed a beat. I stepped back to see his body better, and noticed all the activity around his butt. Some tentacles were dragging slowly across his buttocks, depressing the skin a bit and leaving little trails of white on the general deep red flush. A moment later the trails would be redder than the skin around them as the blood rushed back. The tentacles entering David's rectum were extremely active as well, thrusting in and out with a twisting motion, and I shivered at the idea of how that must feel.

In fact, now that I had nothing to do for a moment, the sight of David's body under Hubba's manipulation and the 10% sensie feed of David's sensations gave me an erotic reaction so profound I could barely think. I wanted to unsnap again to get myself off, but before giving in to that desire, I wanted to be sure David's punishment was under control. The 10% sensie feed was causing such profound arousal I had trouble thinking, so I dropped the feed level to zero. Once I felt more in control of myself, I was able to notice how David's thrusting had become even more frantic, hard as that was to believe given the frenetic reaction he'd had to begin with. But now he seemed nearly hysterical with excitement, and his keening voice had become unintelligible.

"Isn't this lasting a long time?" I asked Hubba, "I would have expected him to reach climax by now with this much stimulation."

"He is being restrained from reaching orgasm to make the arousal period more memorable," Hubba answered. "But this level of stimulation cannot be continued for more than two minutes more."

I looked at the video status pad in the left part of my visual field and I realized I could view most of David's Mode readings. His Arousal rating was NINETY-FIVE!

"Stop it," I told Hubba, "Right now! Bring him down from this! It's too hard on him!"

I could see everything changing as soon as I spoke. The tentacles around David's butt seemed to slow down and then retract into themselves except for the pencil of tentacles still in his rectum, and I could see David's Arousal rating begin dropping immediately, slowly falling into the eighties. But David didn't sound like he appreciated the favor I'd done him -- he was yelling, and crying, and humping frantically against the positioner. After Arousal rating had dropped to 83, he'd quieted down somewhat, but he was still whimpering and thrusting his hips, so I spoke to him.

"Come on, David. That's enough. I told you I was going to tantalize you. This is part of your punishment, remember?"

"I couldn't -- I don't," he answered disjointedly. Then his voice rose, "I've NEVER felt anything like that! I just HAVE to get OFF!"

"Not just yet, David. Now settle down unless you want to go back to being whipped for the rest of your punishment."

He gave a small, drawn-out Ohhh sound, then answered hesitantly that he didn't want to be whipped again.

"I think it's time you get up out of the positioner and start walking around," I said, and brought the positioner down to it's rest position. David got up slowly, his erection completely sheathed in silvery tentacles. I knew Hubba would be using embarrassment feedback now, whenever David had to stand naked in front of me. He was flushing extravagantly, so I threw him some punishment shorts, which he quickly put on.

Suddenly, David rocked from one foot to another. "I -- uh, may I go to the bathroom, Ma'am, please?"

It struck me that I hadn't used bathroom discipline yet, and David was obviously afraid I was going to, but I wasn't really into that kind of punishment very much, and anyway I didn't want to make things more complicated right now. I told him he could use the bathroom on the end of the room, and he walked there quickly and closed the door.

"Hubba," I subvocalized, "Tell me why you pushed David's Arousal rating so high. I thought a rating of 90 causes an orgasm in normal people."

"That would typically be the case," Hubba's voice answered. "But David was restrained from reaching climax to make the arousal period more memorable."

"But -- I've heard that there's a level where extreme sexual arousal causes actual pain. Is that true?"

"Yes," Hubba said, "That would be true at a 96 rating, but David was kept just below that." I shuddered. Never trust an AI, people said -- they have no feelings.

"Why did you have to push it so high?" I repeated. "Wouldn't it work to just get him to 89 or 90 and keep him there for awhile?"

"It would be slower, requiring more session time to achieve the same result, but it would certainly work with a lower Arousal target." And after a pause, "Do you want to set an upper bound of 90 in stimulating David?"

"Make it a bound of 89!" I said.

Hubba suddenly said something surprising. "David is manipulating his penis in the bathroom." Then, quickly: "He isn't seriously trying to masturbate, but he certainly will do so if he feels feedback stimulation from touching his erection through the tentacular sheath. What do you want done?"

I thought about that, wanting to let David get away with this so I wouldn't have to add to his punishment. But I also had plans of my own for the future.

"I want David to start feeling sexual stimulation from touching himself," I told Hubba. "Whenever he starts trying to masturbate from now on, he should feel enough sensation to get excited quickly, but then you should slow things down so he'll need ten or twelve minutes to get all the way. OK?"

"Yes. He is now feeling friction from stroking himself and becoming more single-minded. Additional erogenous sensation is being provided as well."

"Look, Hubba," I said. "Tell me how to finish up David's punishment! Can I let him out of the rest of his whipping now and just get him off? He must be exhausted, after everything he's been through."

Hubba hesitated for the first time, probably just for conversational effect since I couldn't believe this question used a lot of its comp circuits.

"You could do that, and it would be within the training parameters but it would not be an optimum course. David has reached a stage in the session where he can sublimate a good deal of pain in sexual arousal. After the humiliation punishment you proposed, you can reduce the pain intensity of the punishment wand and increase the sex-surge slowly, until you bring him to climax while whipping him. This is a natural ending for what he's experienced up to now, a valuable step toward initiating the sexual binding of reward-avoidance training. David senses this, and would be subconsciously disappointed to reach climax quickly at this point, without more moderate sex-directed discipline. This attitude is observable in the sensie recording being made of David's thoughts and emotions."

Max! I was sure I'd enjoy continuing David's erotic discipline the way Hubba described it! I knew Hubba could induce emotions in people, so I told it to make David start feeling nervous about trying to masturbate where I could catch him at it, and after a minute Hubba told me David had stopped. I raised the playback level of his real-time sensie, and included surface thoughts for the first time, since I wanted to understand why Hubba thought David wanted me to continue punishing him.

I immediately felt David's sexual frustration and extremely sore behind. Slowly, other emotions came out: his humiliation at being sexually controlled by me through Hubba, his intimidated memory of his whipping and fear of getting another one -- no surprise. Then I realized David was feeling upbeat, anticipating what was coming next, as he had back when he suggested I go easy on him and just give him a play whipping. He'd gotten a clue from my voice that I was feeling sorry for him, so he thought the worst was over, and he remembered how I'd said, 'Not just yet,' when he yelled he had to get off. That's why he was upbeat -- he was expecting me to bring him to climax.

When David came out of the bathroom, I'd decided how I was going to tease him. I didn't want to drag it out, so I wouldn't take him outside until a later session. I told Hubba to gently stimulate David when he came near me, and increase the stimulation if I touched him anywhere on his body. He was walking toward me from the bathroom, and when he got within about ten feet he suddenly winced and made a jerky movement with his hand toward his crotch, controlling himself with an effort as he realized I'd punish him for touching himself. He was moving his hips slightly back and forth before he stopped in front of me, and I could see slow movement under his punishment shorts in front. It was obviously much worse to get gentle stimulation at his high Arousal level than just to experience the Arousal alone.

David stopped when he reached me, standing slightly bent over, as if to protect his cock. I slowly reached out my right hand and cupped him behind the neck, pulling him toward me and giving him a lingering kiss full on the mouth. I could see his eyes widen, and then he groaned and started to rock his hips much harder. When I stopped kissing him, he slowed his rocking but didn't stop. I teased him a little, explaining how I'd punish him if I ever saw him touch his cock, then told him not to rock his hips or I'd paddle him for that.

"Yes, Ma'am," David said immediately, in a kind of moaning voice. I could see him struggling to stop, still being gently stimulated with an Arousal rating of 86! Finally he stopped thrusting his hips and stood still, but I could see his legs trembling.

I made David bring luncheon things in from the kitchen, and every time he moved away from me, Hubba stopped stimulating him. But when he came back from the kitchen he had to pass close to me to put them on the table, so he was tantalized again. I had Hubba expand the range where I aroused David to the whole room, building up more as he got closer to me, and the next time he walked back into the room he was immediately aware of the change. During his last few steps toward the table his face became a mask of concentration, but he managed to refrain from moving sexually. I smiled and pointed out we'd need some milk and dishes and he practically fled back to the kitchen area.

The next time he came in, he managed to keep from thrusting his hips only by bouncing on the balls of his feet as he walked, so I knew he was weakening. I told him he'd forgotten the eating utensils, and when he came back in this time, I moved close and brushed against him when he got to the table. He started thrusting his hips uncontrollably then, and couldn't stop.

I made David's punishment shorts drop off -- they'd respond to a number of commands I could use to embarrass him -- and he tried to grab them to keep them on, dropping some silverware.

"Bad boy, David!," I said. "Whenever I make your punishment shorts drop down like that, it means I want you bare-assed. I don't want you to try to hold them up when I do that. Do you understand?"

David looked humiliated again, but immediately agreed that he wouldn't try to hold them up again. He was still trying to hold still, but he couldn't, and I could see the tentacles slowly moving around his erection now and the bulge of tentacles above his rectum.

I told David to bend over the table and how to spread his legs and stretch his arms out to make himself vulnerable. I set the wand pain intensity down to 70, with a 50 sex-surge and moved next to him. Hubba stopped stimulating him just as I gave him his first slap. David jumped and cried out, trying to twist away, but I told him he'd get extra slaps if he didn't stand still.

I gave him ten more slaps in that position, and only had to repeat two when he twisted to escape them. David was crying loudly at the end when I told him he was done for now and let him put his shorts back on. I told Hubba to start stimulating him again and he gave a little cry as it started, but didn't start thrusting his hips immediately. He looked like he couldn't hold out very long, though, and I decided I could finish the session now.

"I guess I've teased you enough that way," I said, watching him carefully. "Do you want me to let you come now?"

"Yes, please, Ma'am," he answered, and I could feel through his sensie how desperate he was to reach orgasm.

"OK," I said, smiling. "IÕll get you off myself. But you have to get over my knee, and I'm going to paddle you while I do it. You still have a final round of whipping to get."

David looked pathetically hopeful, and I realized from his sensie that he trusted me when I told him I was going to get him off. I told him Hubba would keep him from reaching climax until he'd worked off the rest of his whipping after subtracting for the humiliation he'd had, and the harder the slaps got, the faster he'd get there. Then I collapsed the punishment wand to half length, sat down on the sofa, and told David to drop his shorts and get over my knee.

David pulled his shorts off and came over immediately, with downcast eyes and the reddest face I'd seen yet: I could feel his intense embarrassment through his sensie feed. He carefully got on the sofa, keeping his weight off me as he moved into position. When he stopped I could feel his cock, hard against my legs, and I realized I wanted to confer with Hubba so I put him in deep O-Mode.

"Hubba," I said, "what's the best way for me to conclude David's punishment? I'd like him to interpret this over-the-knee paddling as erotic, even though it appears to be a genuine punishment. Is that appropriate?"

"Yes," Hubba answered in it's strange voice. "The best course is to maintain the pain level of the Punishment Wand just above the point where David can sublimate it in sexual arousal. If this is done properly, with an escalation of his Arousal rating to 95 during a period leading up to climax, then he will come to connect this paddling with an intensely exciting climax, and soon desire another painful but erotic paddling of the same kind."

I thought that was SO MAX! And now I remembered that giving David an over- the-knee paddling was something I'd dreamt about last night. I'd paddled lots of boys in BAD SOMA encounters, but this situation with David was much more intense. I'd been attracted to David for over a year, for one thing, and I could feel his warm flesh against my thighs, and remembered the imprint of his hard erection before I put him in Deep O-Mode. And what Hubba was telling me was that I could have SEX with him in a very exciting sense, while I gave him a good paddling!

"Hubba, what's the minimum period to escalate David's Arousal level from 89 to 95 that will have the effect you described?"

"A period of 93 seconds will provide 90% of the effect of the optimal period of 207 seconds."

"OK, do 93 seconds then. And do the same every time David has a successful climax from now on."

I told David not to notice the time lapse and to recapture the feelings he'd had just before I put him in Deep O-Mode. I felt his erection harden again, and noticed his embarrassment peaking through the sensie. Then I told him to lift his bottom up a little more, to make it a good target. I looked at it carefully, a nice deep, even red on both cheeks.

When I reached under him and put my hand around his cock he immediately started thrusting desperately against my hand, and Hubba reminded me that it was counterfeiting the pulsing movement of my fingers so I didn't have to worry about it. Then I started paddling David's bottom, making the slaps a bit more frequent than his earlier whipping. I saw the readout on the Wand pain intensity was at 70, the same I'd made him hold still for when he was bent over the table.

I had to keep reminding David to keep his bottom elevated at the beginning, and occasionally breaking contact with his erection as an incentive, because he kept cringing away. But as he made progress toward climax and got more excited, he was better about it, even though slaps kept getting harder to be just above the top of the range he could sublimate. The way things were set up, the harder the slaps, the faster David would move toward orgasm, and once he reached 87 Arousal, he was keeping his bottom elevated all the time except to thrust his hips. Every time his bottom rocked back up again, it was as if he was inviting the next slap. I kept paddling his bottom every other time it rocked up, and when he reached 89 Arousal he made a begging request to please make it harder. God, this was so great! It was the sexiest experience I'd ever had! By the time David reached 91 Arousal, I noticed that the Hubba had brought the pain intensity on the wand all the way up to 83, and David asked me to make it harder again!

I stopped paddling him just as he reached orgasm, but kept a firm hold of his erection. He was screaming so loudly that I worried I was hurting him, but Hubba reassured me it was simply his intense climax. After about thirty seconds of rather amazing sounds from David, he was all done. Then he just went boneless and dropped his butt down, so his weight came onto my knees. I decided to let him relax for a little while, but after a few minutes I thought he might actually have gone to sleep!

"Did you enjoy that, David?" I asked.

"Ohh, yes," David answered sleepily, "That was . . ." Something good, I assumed.

"What do you say?" I used a mother's tone to let him know what I expected.

"Thank you, Ma'am." I was surprised David said that so naturally, and then I realized from his sensie that he really was grateful to me for finally letting him get off.

I had a short conference with Hubba, and it reminded me that David needed to continue feeling embarrassment in front of me when he was nude, so it was time to reinforce that. I arranged with Hubba that he'd start feeling embarrassed again when I put my hand down to stroke his buttocks.

I was actually looking forward to touching him there. His buttocks were very red, and I wondered how they'd feel. They felt quite hot as I stroked them gently, and I enjoyed the contact. David had gotten his orgasm, but I hadn't, and I was as horny as I could ever remember getting. After a few seconds of stroking, I noticed David was tensing up with embarrassment, so I told him he could get dressed again. He arose quickly to pick up his shorts and pulled them on. I expected to see semen on my legs when got off the sofa, but Hubba told me it had been absorbed to guard against possible insemination.

Seeing David in his punishment shorts, I said, "I meant you can put on your street clothes again, David. Your punishment is over for the day."

David flushed again, and asked, "Can I changed in the bathroom?" When I nodded, smiling, he picked up the clothes he'd arrived in and disappeared into the bathroom he'd used earlier.