Walking home from Judy's house, I could feel my sore behind radiating heat into the cool air. The whipping Judy gave me wasn't as hard as the one I got from Ms Fechtenbaum, but it went on longer so I ended up just as sore. Despite this, I was beginning to feel less intimidated about my situation. I knew I could get out of training with Judy if I was patient about convincing Dad and Diane. It was simply a question of the best argument to use.
I could say I was intimidated by my whipping, but I knew I wouldn't be able to answer in O-Mode that it was excruciating pain and I was afraid of going back to Judy's house. In fact, I was strangely ambivalent about going back: Judy getting me off at the end had changed everything! If I'd just been Judy's consensual S&M partner with a short-term compulsion, I would have been furious when she took me over her knee and paddled me as hard as she did while she was bringing me to climax! But to be honest with myself, I knew I would have asked her to take me over her knee that way again in a day or so. I'd been able to sublimate most of the pain when I got really close, and my submissive position over Judy's knee -- so completely under her control -- was tremendously arousing to a certain part of my mind.
And remembering Judy tell me how she nearly had an orgasm when I started begging for harder slaps, I felt an erotic shiver run through me. The Hubba responded to my arousal by tightening it's sheath around my erect cock and enlarging the nipple in my rectum, and I suddenly remembered I couldn't get myself off whenever I felt like it! I had to stop thinking about this! But instead of deflating me, the need to control myself made me think how horny I'd get without a safety valve and how eager I'd be to have Judy take me over her knee, and that got me more excited than ever! Just the motion of walking was causing exciting friction from the sheath around my cock!
I stopped walking and concentrated on calming down, using some of the mental training exercises I'd just been learning. When I was calm enough to start walking again, and recaptured my train of thought, I knew that the general description of what I'd been through wasn't going to convince Dad and Diane to let me out of more training. The whipping hurt a lot, enough to intimidate me, but I was ambivalent about going back because of the sex. As I understood the idea of reward-avoidance training, it was supposed to work that way: the sexual rewards making me dependent on Judy, so I couldn't just resent her. Well it was working!
But I thought I could still get a lot of leverage by letting Dad and Diane know how Judy got turned on whipping me! The AI council had no problems with that, but Dad and Diane didn't think like AI's, and I was sure they'd be very upset to learn that my training agent got off on punishing me.
Still, I had to be careful. If I told Diane about Judy enjoying dominance right away, she'd probably find another girl in my class for my psychological agent, and I might end up worse off than I was now! So I had to wait until Diane calmed down and I could talk her into letting me out of more training. I felt a sinking feeling as I realized that probably meant I'd be under Judy's control for at least a week.
But I thought I could at least try to get some sympathy now. I'd make it clear how it hurt to sit down, then cry a little and show Diane my red behind. Even better, I could show how I was forced to wear the Hubba all the time and explain how it stimulated me sometimes to enhance my arousal!
When I arrived home, Diane called to me from the kitchen that dinner would be ready in five minutes. I went to a downstairs bathroom to check in the mirror that my behind looked as sore as it felt, so it would arouse the sympathy I wanted.
Not at all! It wasn't even red!
It was just kind of pink, like I'd only had a light spanking! I rubbed the cheeks gently and they were still very sore, but suddenly I felt an odd kind of stiffening under my fingers, like I was pushing on something else, making only light contact with my flesh, so I didn't feel any pain; the contact was kind of exciting, actually, and I kept rubbing my behind, intending to stop when I got myself too aroused. My erection had come up as soon as I saw myself in the mirror, and I felt the sheath go around my penis and the nipple enter my rectum again. I realized now that I couldn't see Hubba's silvery sheath on my penis in my reflection! Hubba had made itself invisible or something, and it was using some other kind of camouflage to hide how sore my behind was!
It suddenly struck me that Judy was probably viewing me right now through the house monitor cameras, watching me get excited by rubbing my behind in front of the mirror. The picture was sexy and embarrassing at the same time, and I quickly pulled up my pants, then took a moment to get my erection down.
When I was calm, I walked out to the hall and into the kitchen. There I saw Diane bending over to take something out of the lower flashing unit, and I got stiff again immediately. The sheath that immediately enclosed my cock seemed to act differently than it had before though, pulling my erection back against my belly so it wasn't visibly tenting my pants in front. My surprise quickly turned to hope that Hubba act like this whenever I appeared in public. I knew I'd be having frequent erections now that I wasn't allowed to masturbate, and I'd been worried about how I'd be able to hide them at school.
I sat down at the table hard enough to make me jump up yelling with the sore behind I'd had up to a few minutes before, but there was no pain now. Hubba was obviously going to mask it when other people were around. I appreciated that having Hubba camouflage my soreness was another advantage, since I'd also been worried about sitting on the hard chairs at school with a sore behind, but right now all I could think was that I wasn't going to get much sympathy from Diane if my behind didn't feel or look sore.
Then it struck me that I hadn't really lost my chance. I could explain how sore and red I really was, and how Hubba camouflaged it now that Diane could see it. That was the truth, so I'd confirm it in O-Mode. I thought it was an excellent point to make, since it suggested Judy might be trying to cover up how severe my punishment was. Later, when I explained how Judy got turned on by punishing me, my parents would be more ready to accept the idea.
Diane sat down at the table and started serving food, smiling hesitantly and looking receptive. She was obviously trying to go back to treating me as a member of the family now that I could talk again.
"So, what kind of a day have you had, Davey," Diane asked, and then winced as she realized that what she'd said sounded like she was rubbing it in that I'd had the punishment she'd asked Judy to give me.
OK, time to mention how much it hurt except when Hubba was covering it up, but as I opened my mouth I felt an agonizing surge of embarrassment about telling Diane what I'd just been through. I started flushing, and all I was able to say was, "Ah . . .," in a dopey voice.
"I'm sorry I made that sound so callous, Davey," Diane said, "but I really am concerned that your first session with Judy wasn't too hard to take."
I remained silent for several seconds, still feeling vivid humiliation. "It hurt a lot!" I finally managed to say, "And it was very embarrassing!"
And I couldn't say anything more! When I thought of going into detail about how sore I was, I pictured Diane being shown a vid clip of my whole session, especially the part where Judy tantalized me and then paddled me over her knee at the end to get me off. And I imagined even worse things: that Diane would laugh and phone the other girls on the list she'd made, and invite them over to see the vid clip, then ask them to join Judy in supervising my punishments!
I knew perfectly well that all this made no sense, that Diane would never do such a thing, but common sense didn't matter since I clearly had a compulsion to believe it would happen! I couldn't stop picturing scenes where I was being whipped naked and tantalized by all four girls at once, with Diane getting involved too! And the only way I could avoid this was to shut up! I tried hard to overcome the feeling -- Judy had obviously created this compulsion so I couldn't talk about my session with Diane -- but the harder I tried, the more graphic the scenes of humiliation became in my mind, until I had to stop! And of course on top of that, I knew that what I HAD said, red-faced, that my session hurt a lot and was embarrassing, sounded like a perfectly healthy reaction to a moderate punishment that Judy had handled perfectly!
After waiting a moment for me to speak again, Diane put me in O-Mode. "Is the pain very bad, Davey? Is it as bad as it was with Ms Fechtenbaum?"
Even in O-Mode I pictured those humiliating scenarios if I went into too much detail, and I wanted to say as little as possible. That's allowed in O- Mode as long as you're truthful.
"No," I answered. "It hurts a lot, but it's not as painful as what Ms Fechtenbaum did. It's not traumatic."
I DIDN'T want to SAY that, and just leave it as a bare statement, with no added details: how it had me bawling like a baby, and the terrible arousal Judy caused me that felt was worse than a dislocated knee. But I couldn't bring myself to add anything to what I'd said. Diane dropped me out of Trance before she spoke again.
"I'm sorry I had to use O-Mode, Davey, but I asked Judy to give you a minor compulsion so you wouldn't try to talk your way out of this training the way you did before, so I wanted to make sure you were all right. I can see that discussing this embarrasses you, and I promise I won't bring it up again."
She hesitated, then added, "Well, maybe your Dad will check a few times in Deep O-Mode that you continue to feel OK. But Judy seems very responsible to me, and she's given her Bonded word to always put your therapeutic needs first in the training, so I'm sure you'll be fine."
Great, I thought. My therapeutic needs first and the arousal she got from whipping and humiliating me a close second!
Diane made a big production of dropping the subject and asking me what I was doing in Web Science, my best school subject. I was actually grateful, because I wanted a different subject to talk about too. Diane found several safe topics through dinner, and towards the end I was relaxed about talking with her again. But during a lull in the conversation, it came home to me how little chance I'd have now to get out of training with Judy. There was no way I could talk my way out of it under these circumstances, and Diane had even asked Judy to cause the compulsion that made me so tongue-tied! I was trapped!
As soon as I left the kitchen, my behind felt sore again. I'd been fine while I was sitting with Diane -- just a bit warm back there -- but now it felt as tender as it had while I was walking home. The stinging feeling reminded me of all the fantasies I'd had about reward-avoidance training, and I felt an immediate rush of excitement as I mindlessly anticipated getting into bed to stroke off. But then I realized that I wasn't allowed to do that, and Judy was probably watching me right now so I'd get caught if I tried!
I found myself flushing, feeling my erection pushing out my pants now that I was away from Diane. Hubba was responding to my thoughts of stroking off with an enlarged nipple thrusting slowly in and out in my rectum, making me squirm, and a constriction around my cock providing friction as my squirming made my hips rock. I got to my room and stopped, trying to calm down, then lost my calm at the sight of monitor camera lenses on the walls and ceiling. There was no way to know if Judy was watching my squirming arousal, and that made me even more excited. I knew I had to think about something else, so I used calming mental exercises until I lost my erection.
I'd been wanting to take a bath to get rid of the itchy feeling I had from sweating in the positioner during my whipping, but I figured I could stand a little itchiness until I thought of some way not to expose myself in front of the monitor cameras. I wondered if I could take a sponge-bath without getting undressed, then decided to use the VirtWeb to track down how I'd heard women in France changed their clothes on the beach without exposing themselves.
But I couldn't walk over to my console to connect to the VirtWeb. I had to take my bath first.
It was weird. Some kind of compulsion, obviously, but it wasn't making me do anything, just keeping me from doing something else until I'd done the thing I was trying to avoid, taking off my clothes in front of the monitor cameras. I decided to see if I could at least sit down to think, but when I tried I jumped up again when my rear hit the seat. Huh, I didn't have a flexichair like Judy's, so I was going to have to order one. I tried to go to my console to do that, but I couldn't -- I had to take my bath first.
I gradually realized I couldn't do ANYTHING else until I took my bath. Judy had given me a compulsion so I couldn't avoid acting normally because I knew I was being watched. I was in the same position I'd put Diane in yesterday morning except that I knew it was happening! I was a little surprised at how embarrassed I still felt about Judy seeing me naked, but I'd always been very shy about my body, and Judy obviously cared about seeing me naked too or she wouldn't have given me this compulsion. That made my embarrassment worse, for some reason, and gave me another erection.
Then it struck me that I might be able to convert the embarrassment I was feeling into something sexy! I'd always been turned on by the thought of mild domination by a girl, and just being watched like this was pretty mild. If I could think about it in the right way then stripping in front of the cameras could be a kind of turn-on. Judy wouldn't be able to tell, right? I'd get an erection and look like I was blushing whether I enjoyed it or not. And I had to admit that it was a definite turn-on thinking about Judy watching me on her bedroom wallscreen, maybe doing what I'd been doing when I watched Diane.
I took a sleeping suit from my dresser and went into the bathroom in the hall near my room. As I stripped for my bath I couldn't avoid a few abortive gestures to hide some part of my body, but that only seemed to make my embarrassment worse, probably part of my compulsion, so I gave up and tried to relax. I got an erection, of course, thinking about Judy watching me, and I felt the nipple in my rectum and cold sensations in my groin again.
I had to urinate before I got in the tub, and it took me almost two minutes to lose my erection by running through the mental exercises I'd just learned. I knew girls joked about boys peeing, so I figured Judy was enjoying my embarrassment, but I had to concentrate on something else so I could finish.
Afterward, I moved around the bathroom a bit more than necessary, making sure the cameras got a good view of my body, and thinking about Judy watching me. I still felt embarrassed about exposing myself like this, but I'd been right that with the proper attitude it was a turn-on. I got into the tub and let my mind drift, enjoying my arousal in full sight of the cameras, until I suddenly realized that the nipple in my rectum had grown quite a bit larger and was beginning to move in and out more insistently. I squirmed slightly in reaction and the sheath around my erection felt like it was stiffer now and not moving with me--there was friction! I was breathing heavily and rocking my hips with excitement as the friction around my cock increased.
I remembered with a shock that I shouldn't be doing this! I stopped moving, feeling a wave of shame to be humping naked in front of Judy; I was almost sure she'd be watching me on the first night of my training! At least I hadn't earned ten slaps in the positioner by touching myself!
I got myself calmed down again, and finished my bath quickly. When I got out of the tub and toweled off, I realized I was getting an unmistakable need to sit on the toilet . . . to do the only thing a guy needs to sit on the toilet for. I couldn't imagine showing off in front of Judy this way -- the very idea was distasteful! But after a minute of standing with the towel in my hands I realized that my compulsion to not avoid observation was going to make me do this next! My behind hurt like fire where it came in contact with the toilet seat, and my compulsion even kept me from even bringing my legs together to hide a little of what I was doing.
The worst part was that as long as I had an erection, the Hubba kept the nipple in my rectum. It felt soft and flexible, but I quickly learned it wasn't going to move out of the way when I tried to expel it. I reached down to pull the pencil of tentacles out by hand, but they stiffened and resisted me. When I took a stronger grip to pull harder, Hubba's invisible tentacles suddenly clamped tightly around my thighs and raced up over my shoulders to form to form a kind of halter, then snaked around my wrists and forcefully pulled my arms up behind my back. I reacted angrily, struggling to get my wrists free, and I suddenly heard a high whining noise, like a giant bee, and felt a painful stinging sensation in my rectum that made me cry out.
I stopped struggling immediately, and the stinging in my rectum stopped. I concentrated on relaxing my muscles and not resisting Hubba, and after a moment my wrists were released and the clamps around my thighs eased off. Then I spent a few minutes getting my breathing under control, trying to come to terms with the feeling of helplessness that was bringing tears to my eyes. Now I was going to have to adjust to the idea that Hubba had a lot more control over me than I'd realized, even when Judy wasn't controlling me directly. I'd been hatching a half-formed plan to run away if the training got too hard to take, thinking if I got Dad and Diane worried enough they'd override the compulsion that kept me from talking about my training. But the plan depended on my being able to remove Hubba, so I couldn't be traced through its Comm circuits, and what I'd just been through meant I couldn't do that. Judy could contact Hubba wherever I went and have it sting my rectum or something until I showed up at her apartment, begging for relief. I'd probably have to go there before Dad and Diane even knew I was gone, and I knew Judy would whip me good and hard for trying to run away.
I needed more mental exercises to calm down so Hubba would remove its tentacles and I could finish what I'd sat on the toilet for. I wiped carefully at the end, losing my calm feeling as I thought of Judy watching this private ritual. But finally I was able to put on my sleeping suit, and I took a long relieved breath as I felt my erection going down again.
I put two ultrasoft pillows on the chair facing my console, then sat down and ordered a flexichair for expedited delivery. After that, I started working on the mental training tutorial again. I kept at it until nearly ten, then went downstairs and flashed a glass of milk -- just a half-second until it was warm. I stood by the counter drinking it and trying to think of some way I could stroke off during the night. I was super horny again despite climaxing over Judy's knee that morning, but I needed to think of how to get off without being caught and earning another whipping tomorrow. The problem was that I knew Judy didn't need much sleep, so she'd catch me if I did it at any time I was normally awake. Once when we'd done a school project together, she'd told me I could phone her until one AM or after six in the morning. I'd been very impressed since I need a lot of sleep myself: I'm usually dead to the world from ten-thirty to seven-thirty in the morning.
I thought Judy probably had my vid up on a wallscreen where she could watch me out of the corner of her eye while she did other things. She'd said I'd have to stroke off for at least ten minutes before I could get to climax, so I was pretty sure she'd catch me if I tried to do it when she was awake. I was positive I'd notice her doing it if our situations were reversed! I considered setting my alarm to wake me up at three in the morning, but if Judy saw what I was doing she could wake up then too and catch me. I got the idea of drinking a lot of water so I'd have to get up during the night to pee, but when I tried it, the compulsion I had that kept me from doing anything to avoid Judy's surveillance wouldn't let me drink a lot of water either. It also made me take my usual detour to urinate before going to my room for the night.
But when I reached my bedroom and saw the bed, my need to stroke off became even more urgent, and in desperation I decided to phone Judy.
As soon as she answered, I blurted out what was on my mind. "Judy, I've never been so horny in my life. I called to ask if there's some way you can let me get off. I could come over to your house if you want, and . . ."
But Judy was shaking her head. "I should have told you this while you were here," she said, her voice distant. "You're not allowed to ask me to bring you to climax except when you have your daily session. Any other time you pester me about it , you'll get ten slaps in the positioner at the next opportunity, or more if I think you're being too insistent."
"Am I, uh." I could feel my face flushing, and felt stupid. "Am I going to get whipped for asking you this time?"
"No," Judy said, smiling slightly. "It was my fault for not explaining this to you while you were here." After a pause, she added, "And don't feel shy about calling me for other reasons. You can even call me to ask you to get you off, if you're willing to take ten slaps. I won't hold it against you. But it's only fair to warn you that I won't agree to give you an orgasm twice in one day unless there are very exceptional circumstances!"
"OK," I said, ashamed about feeling relieved that Judy wasn't going to whip me for this. "I'm sorry I bothered you."
"By the way," Judy said, smiling, "I enjoyed the show you put on at the start of your bath. Too bad it made you so aroused you had to stop!"
I felt heat radiating from my face. Judy was making it clear she'd been watching me in the bathroom and knew I was showing off. After she was off the line, I wandered around my room for a few minutes, feeling sorry for myself. When I finally got into bed, I felt uncomfortably warm in my sleeping suit, so I got up and changed quickly to a lighter suit. But when I got back in bed it didn't seem to help. I felt chafed where the fabric confined me, and hot all over, and I suddenly realized this was another compulsion Judy must be using, to make me sleep in the raw, something I never did ordinarily. I took off my sleeping suit under the blankets, feeling like I'd beaten the restriction by staying covered, but then I remembered I always kick off my blankets in my sleep, so I'd be exposed most of the night. Fine! So Judy could watch me sleeping in the nude! I wasn't going to worry about it!
My behind was still extremely sore, so I had to lie on my stomach to go to sleep. But I got a sensitive erection as I realized I was in the position in which I'd fantasized about being whipped when I stroked off. I had a strong urge to lift my butt a little and thrust my erection against the mattress, and after a short attempt to resist temptation, I gave in and moved my hips several times, trying to make it look as if I was just moving around to find a comfortable position. Pretty soon I started noticing friction from the sheath around my cock, and felt the enlarged nipple in my rectum moving again!
I stopped moving right away, and tried hard to look like I was almost asleep. I didn't know if what I'd just been doing would be interpreted by Judy as trying to masturbate, but I didn't want to take any chances. I tried to lie still and go to sleep, but I couldn't just not think about my erection, and I couldn't make it go down. I felt very sensitive lying on my stomach, and my sore butt made me feel perverse arousal. I felt a body memory of being paddled over Judy's knee, and knew I had to stop thinking this way. I tried using the mental exercises I'd been studying to go into Auto-Rest Mode, and that must have worked because I soon went off to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was humping and thrusting my erect cock against the mattress, with a moving, slippery presence in my rectum, and it felt like I was only a few seconds from climax. I'd been dreaming that all four girls I'd told Diane about were in charge of my discipline, and they were all tantalizing me in the positioner as part of my punishment: goosing me, and tickling my inner thighs, and feather touches on my cock, then paddling me when I started to thrust my hips and making me beg for more contact. It wasn't scary having all of them humiliating me like that in my dream -- it was just a tremendous turn-on! And now that I was awake, I realized that rubbing against the mattress didn't offer enough contact, but all I had to do was grab my cock and I'd get off right away, almost like a wet dream. I hadn't had one of those since I started stroking off at sixteen, but I remembered them very well! I reached down to touch my cock, and then pulled back, scared.
I could see dim daylight through my polarized window! Judy was certainly awake by now, and she was probably watching me wake up, obviously a time when my self-control would be minimal! I needed all my will power to stop thrusting against the mattress, and once I succeeded I realized I'd kicked my covers off, so I quickly grabbed them and pulled them up to cover myself. It crossed my mind then that even if Judy wasn't watching at the moment, she'd probably have a vid clip showing me waking up, humping bare-assed in bed, and I felt a new surge of embarrassed arousal. Even if I got out of this training somehow, Judy would have a lot of power over me if she got to keep those vid clips! I'd do just about anything she wanted to avoid having them show up on an anonymous VirtWeb site or someplace where my classmates might see them.
When I finally sat up I realized my behind was still sore, maybe not quite as bad as last night, but it still hurt to sit on the bed. The soreness gave me another erection, recalling the sex-surge arousal I'd felt after whipping rounds the day before, and all the submissive fantasies I'd had about Ms Fechtenbaum. I was sure Judy knew all about those fantasies, and I suddenly had X-rated pictures in my head of Judy putting me through all the punishment scenes I'd imagined during those fantasies. Once I lost control of my thoughts like that, I was so aroused by the sexy dream I'd just had that I found it very difficult to stop. It took me a long, frustrating time to calm down.
When I finally had control of myself, I put on my sleeping suit again, went down the hall and into the bathroom, and started cleaning my teeth. We have two bathrooms that my stepsister Gwynn and I use, so when the bathroom door opened and Gwynn walked in I didn't give it much thought. Surprisingly, Gwynn didn't just turn around to go to the other bathroom, but came in with me and closed the door. I looked up, expecting her to say something, but she just stared at me with a kind of red-faced, fascinated expression. The way I felt, I wasn't up to this.
"What's with you, snotnose?" I asked in an angry tone. "Can't you see I'm using this bathroom? Go on out and use the other one!"
I saw Gwynn's face get all twisted up and I couldn't figure out what was happening at first, but then she suddenly started crying! She let go of the robe she'd been holding in front as she turned to open the door, and I got a sudden glimpse that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Then she pulled the door open and fled down the hall towards her room, crying loudly.
I was hurting Gwynn's feelings! I was going to get it for this!
I ran after her and called out to her to wait, that I was sorry I'd yelled at her. She hesitated but then ran into her room and turned on privacy. I moved close to her door to continue my apology.
"I'm really sorry, Gwynn," I yelled through the door to have a chance to be heard through the soundproofing. "I was feeling grumpy and I just snapped your head off. I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that."
The door opened and Gwynn peeked out hesitantly. "You're not mad at me?"
"No!" I said, "But you have every right to be mad at ME!"
Diane suddenly appeared from her room. "What was that shouting about?" she asked. "Gwynn, what happened?" Gwynn just started flushing, and I figured I should answer.
"I, uh, said something mean to Gwynn," I said, "because I was feeling bad myself. But I've apologized."
Diane reacted angrily. "I suppose you think that makes everything fine again, David," she said. "But you can't just go around . . ."
"Davey apologized, Mom!" Gwynn interrupted. "And I don't feel bad now. Anyway, It wasn't his fault. I went into the bathroom he was using, and I shouldn't have."
Diane looked at Gwynn for a minute, still in the robe she had to hold in the front, and Gwynn began to flush again under her Mother's inspection.
"No, you shouldn't have, Gwynn," Diane said gently. "From now on I want you to use the bathroom at this end of the hall exclusively, and Davey, I want you to always use the bathroom near your room. OK?"
We both agreed, and after hesitating a few seconds Diane walked back into her room.
"You really weren't mad at me, Davey?" Gwynn asked tentatively.
"Naah," I said, trying to think of what would make her feel better. "You're really pretty Max for a little stepsister."
Gwynn's eyes lit up at that, and we talked another minute or so. Then I said I had to go finish cleaning my teeth.
OK, I thought that was a very successful apology. But I knew it wasn't enough to keep me from getting some sort of a whipping that afternoon. I got a scared feeling, like butterflies in my stomach, thinking about it.
When I got to school, Hubba was doing everything I'd hoped to disguise my embarrassing situation. I was able to sit in my chair without feeling how sore my behind was, and whenever I got an erection, Hubba's sheath would hold it back against my stomach to camouflage it. My cock was very sensitive -- I wasn't used to getting off only once every twenty-four hours or so -- but I was able to concentrate most of the time on my lessons. The exceptions were when I would catch a glimpse of a female classmate and feel a sudden surge of lust. We have a school dress code, so everyone wears a uniform, but some of the girls do something to their uniforms to make them look sexy. The girls who did this best were all Judy's friends, including the three girls I'd just dreamed were helping Judy tantalize me. Remembering my dream made it harder to concentrate on school work.
When Judy came in and sat down I felt myself flushing. But she began talking with her friends and didn't look at me, so after a while I was able to relax. We were having a special presentation today. The Dekabrain, Nebuchadnezzar, was presenting some of its research results for the previous year in human terms, and we were going to hear about it. Dekabrain time costs millions of dollars a minute, of course, so a subsidiary AI called Neb-13 was going to make the actual presentation. Even Neb-13 had IQ ratings near 300 in most human skills, and a good deal higher in tutorial ability, so what we were seeing was nearly state-of-the-art. There'd be a fifty minute presentation, and at the end we could ask Neb-13 questions.
The talk was challenging even for me, but of course Neb-13 was able to weave many levels into its presentation, so even the Tech Phobes got something out of it. I got to ask two questions, and Neb-13 said one of them involved concepts that had not yet been promulgated in human terms--probably meaning there was too much complexity for a human to grasp without lots of preliminary study. But the answer to my other question about proof paradigms in human versus AI mathematics was fascinating. I asked a follow-up question in Logica- 9, the language the AI's use among themselves, and Neb-13 answered me the same way. When the question period was over, I spent an hour at the deepest level of the interactive tutorial Neb-13 pointed us to, but when I became mentally tired I worked on mental training tutorials again until lunch.
I always had lunch at the table Judy used in the cafeteria. She sat with her friends, so I was on the other side of the table near the end, but it always felt good to be sitting near the four prettiest girls in the class, and I did my best to appear interesting and funny. Sometimes I got all of the girls laughing pretty hard, and one of the other guys at the table, Mike Greenwold, was even better than I was at goofing. I enjoyed his routines a lot myself. Mike told me once in the men's room after lunch that his ambition was to make all the girls at the table pee their pants from laughing, and he claimed that one of them had already admitted doing it. I wondered which one, but I didn't know if he was just kidding, and I didn't want to ask and seem naive.
In the afternoon, I was supposed to turn in a boring report I hadn't done in Civics, so I told the teacher that my Dad had gone to Asia and I had to do things around the house, and I got let me out of the assignment. All students stay in our one large classroom, since that's where we have our wave-guide I/O lines, and the teachers came around to visit us. We have about eighty kids in the room, but we break into smaller groups in the afternoon, wheeling our console desks around and using sound buffering to reduce cross chatter. Judy was in my group a few times, including the Civics class that bored me at the beginning. I started to flush when she wheeled up next to me at one point, and I got a really sensitive erection, but she just smiled at me like we were only classmates, and after awhile I was able to relax.
At the end of school I started walking to Judy's house, apprehensive now that I had nothing to distract me from what I knew was coming. It was tough walking to Judy's of my own free will, but I'd realized the night before that there was no way I could escape; I'd just make my whipping worse if I didn't show up voluntarily. I became more aware of my sore behind as I walked, and developed a rock-hard erection. I was surprised to feel so aroused, but then decided that my unconscious couldn't differentiate between sexual fantasies I'd had about being punished and the reality of having a painful whipping in store. Either that, or the way Judy got me off over her knee at the end yesterday was the only part that mattered to my libido. Once in Judy's apartment I remembered what she'd said about putting on punishment shorts, so I went to get a pair from the bureau, feeling humiliated. I remembered Judy making my shorts drop off yesterday, and assumed there were more embarrassing tricks like that she could do with the smart fabric.
I'd been told to wait in the entertainment room by the entrance, and I noticed the punishment wand lying on a table by the door. I felt a rush of shame seeing it there, where anyone coming in to visit Judy would notice it. I suddenly felt a violent hatred of the wand. Judy was going to whip me with it, and I'd bought it myself, with my own money! I felt a body memory of how much it hurt when Judy used it on me yesterday, and I wanted to take it and throw it away or destroy it! But I knew that if I did that Judy could get a new one delivered in a few hours, and then I'd really get it!
I finally settled on occupying myself with mental exercises, trying to make it reflexive to behave the way I'd been told. Don't try to grab my shorts if they start falling off. Don't hesitate to do what Judy says. Don't bother her with repeated requests. Always call her "Ma'am". Most important, don't try to lie to her, or even exaggerate!
Suddenly I heard the front door open, and Judy walked in and saw me.
"Hmm," she said, grinning. "So you've been bad! Tell me what you did!"
As I started to answer, I glimpsed my reflection in a wall mirror, red-faced and scared-looking, an obvious erection making a tent in my shorts. Hubba wasn't holding my erection back against my belly while I was with Judy.
"I, uh, hurt my stepsister Gwynn's feelings," I said, and added hastily, "But I apologized right away and she said she didn't feel bad afterward."
When did this happen, David?" Judy went over to her console and brought up a vid clip of me talking with Gwynn outside her bedroom door. I guided her in backing it up to the right point, and then Judy played it on her wallscreen with full production quality. I saw Gwynn's flushed face as she entered the bathroom, and it struck me now that she was embarrassed about something. Then I heard my voice saying, "What's with you snotnose?" and I cringed. Even I could hear how mean I sounded! Gwynn started crying and her robe flipped apart as she was going out to the hall, and as the rest of the scene played out I felt more and more scared about the whipping I was going to get.
"How can you bring yourself to be mean to Gwynn?" Judy asked in a disbelieving tone after Gwynn was gone from the clip. "Can't you see she's infatuated with you? She was obviously intending to give you a strip show to try to turn you on. Has this sort of thing ever happened before?"
"Ah, yeah," I mumbled, then consciously spoke up so Judy wouldn't have a problem hearing me. "She knocked on my bedroom door naked once when Diane and Dad were out for the evening. When I acted surprised, she said something like, 'Well after all, you ARE my brother!' But she looked so young back then, I didn't get that turned on by her body, and anyway I thought Diane would be really mad if I did anything."
"Thank heaven for that!" Judy said feelingly. "That poor girl would probably fuck you if you asked her to. Some of her girlfriends are doing it by now, and it wouldn't be good for her at all to do it with her stepbrother."
Judy rolled back the vid clip to show Gwynn, and looked at it critically for a moment.
"She's cute. Doesn't she have any boyfriends at school?"
I said I didn't know, and Judy pondered for a moment. I was thinking how I hadn't really understood how Gwynn had a monster crush on me, but it was obvious now that I thought about it, and I was sorry now I hadn't asked her into my room and played around with her when she came to my door in the nude. I started thinking of Gwynn differently all of a sudden. Old enough. Pretty nice tits now, actually--much more mature than when I watched her in July.
I felt a wave of Deep O-Mode disorientation, and when I came out of it Judy looked angry.
"OK, David, here's what you're in for. Normally if you hurt someone's feelings you'll get eighty slaps, but I'll cut that in half if you make a successful apology, as you did here."
Forty slaps, I thought with a sinking feeling, at least I'd gotten out of eighty.
"But in the case of Gwynn, I'm going to raise the schedule to one hundred and twenty if you hurt her feelings without making her feel better, and sixty if you make a successful apology!" Judy's voice rose, "And I'm very angry that you were just thinking about seducing her after I explained how it would be bad for her. If I ever see you trying to do anything like that, I won't limit your punishment to a single day!" I cringed and promised I wouldn't, and after a moment added that there was no way I could do that while I was being watched all the time anyway, and Judy nodded angrily.
After a pause, Judy added, "In fact, I want you to be as nice as you can to Gwynn from now on, but only as a friendly older brother. If she tries to flirt, just tell her that you wouldn't feel right, and it wouldn't be a good idea anyway. But be encouraging and let her know you think she's cute. Tell her you're sure there are boys in her class who want to ask her out, but are just too shy. I think I know a boy her age who'd be suitable, and I'm sure he'd be interested if he thought Gwynn liked him. Can you remember all this and do it right?"
I answered that I would, and Gwynn said, "That's an assignment I'm giving you, David, and I want you to make progress on it when you have a chance to talk to Gwynn, or I'll punish you for that!"
I cringed away slightly, and then I felt my punishment shorts slipping off as Judy told me not to move. My erection had been at a sixty degree angle making a tent in my shorts ever since Judy arrived, and now that I was naked it was my most prominent feature. I felt an unbelievable wave of shame to appear in front of Judy this way, so exposed, as bad as I'd felt when she made me stand like this yesterday. I couldn't understand why I wasn't getting more used to it! It wasn't supposed to be just as embarrassing the second time, was it?
Suddenly, Judy's voice was less serious, "Is that something Hubba is doing, David, or are you just glad to see me?" She was playful all of a sudden, looking at my erection and reaching out to touch it lightly. I jumped when I felt contact and my face flushed as hot as I thought it ever got.
"Now walk into the punishment room," Judy said, picking up the punishment wand from the table. "And get onto the positioner."
I felt frightened enough to start crying quietly when Judy picked up the wand, and I was trembling by the time I stepped on the stirrups of the positioner and laid forward. The restraints snapped around me again and the positioner lifted me up and rotated me to whipping position.
Judy came up behind me, and started using the wand on my behind in the warm- up. At the end, there was a pause, and I started full-throated crying because I knew what was coming. When the whipping started, I was shrieking with every slap again, and bawling like a baby before very long. When the slaps finally stopped, Judy told me that I'd just had thirty slaps and there'd be another thirty coming after my rest. Then she walked somewhere behind the positioner where I couldn't see her.
I went through the stage of feeling the sting of returning circulation in my behind and the enormously sensitive erection I got from the punishment wand sex-surge. The arousal was worse than ever this time, with Hubba augmenting it. I felt the elongated nipple sliding slowly in and out of my rectum, and the sheath around my cock providing friction with any slight movement I could manage. Only the fact that I couldn't properly rock my hips in the positioner made it possible for me to calm down. After several minutes, I had myself under control enough to look around. The large mirror on the wall in front of me was still showing a view of my face and upper torso on the positioner, but I couldn't see anything behind me so I didn't know if Judy was still in the room. There wasn't much else to look at, and I was trying to concentrate on how to avoid hurting people's feelings when I heard Judy's footsteps coming up behind me again, and all other thoughts fled away as I began pleading with her not to whip me any more.
Judy ignored me, and after my warm-up, when I felt the whipping on my sore behind, I was bawling almost immediately. I continued through slap after slap, too much in pain to plead or even form sensible English sentences. At the end, I went on wailing for a long time. I was still sore from yesterday, of course, and the first round of whipping had made me more sensitive than ever.
Judy raised her voice over my bawling and said she'd be back in a little while to see how good I'd been in other ways. I felt like I needed to pee from fear of more whipping, even though I'd used the bathroom just before I left school. The feeling was really bad for a minute, and maybe a few drops got out, but I figured I'd be sure to get it if I peed on the floor while I was in the positioner, so I finally got myself under control. My main fear was that Judy had seen me humping on my bed last night and this morning, and was going to punish me for that. By the time I managed to calm down from the sensitive erection of my latest whipping round and heard Judy's steps coming back, I was whimpering again.
"I did see you wiggling around on your bed last night, David," Judy said in a cheerful voice, "But I'm not going to whip you for anything like that unless I see you touch your erection with your hand. Anything short of that will just frustrate you, so you're only punishing yourself. You almost put your hand down there this morning, but I was glad to see you caught yourself in time."
That addressed my main worry, but I was still scared because I wasn't out of the positioner yet, and Judy obviously wasn't finished with me.
"What about lying, David?" Judy asked. "Have you told any lies today?"
"No, Ma'am," I answered. "I haven't lied to you! I promise!"
"What about lying to the teacher in Civics class?" Judy asked, and suddenly I felt the awful stinging slaps again, one after another. I think she stopped at four or five, but I was bawling loudly by then and they hurt too much to count. When Judy stopped I tried to control myself again so I could speak.
"You didn't say I couldn't lie to anyone, Ma'am," I said in a shaking voice, still crying. "Just that I couldn't lie to you!"
After a pause, I heard Judy's voice near my ear. "Am I way out of line here, David?"
I stammered that I hadn't meant that, but then felt more slaps that went on for some time, and I was shrieking again.
It took me almost a minute to stop bawling when Judy was done, and then I saw her move to the front of the positioner. She told me to look at her, and as I did I felt a surge of lust, seeing her still in school uniform.
"Now try to understand this, David." She looked very serious. "I'm in charge of your behavior now, and I want you to learn some simple rules. I don't want you to do selfish and egotistical things to gratify yourself: hurt people's feelings, lie to get your way, steal something you think you can use better than the person who owns it, invade someone's privacy, NONE OF THAT!"
Judy leaned forward a little and continued speaking slowly, "I don't want to have to set up lots of little rules. I want you to UNDERSTAND what you're supposed to do! It's simple: I want you to stop doing things you've been told all your life are bad and selfish and arrogant and mean."
Judy looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, "Or if that's too abstract, then think about pleasing ME! Figure out what I want you to do. If you think I wouldn't like it, then don't do it! And you'd better think these things out in advance if you don't want to get whipped every time to learn what I don't want you to do."
Judy paused and smiled slightly, "Think about how to PLEASE me, David! Then I'll let you out of punishment if you make an honest mistake and do something wrong. But I want to be the first person in your life who's ever been real to you, other than yourself and maybe your Dad, so I'm encouraging you here to spend time thinking about my wishes and how you can gratify me."
Then, in a forceful voice, "Do you think you can do all that? Are you motivated enough?"
"Please, yes, Ma'am," I said, as soon as I heard my cue to speak. "I'll do what you want! I'll make it automatic and think about it a lot! I promise!"
"So you don't need any more whipping to drive this idea into your head?" Judy was still smiling slightly, and I thought she was just teasing me now, but I didn't dare take her for granted.
"No, Ma'am! Please! I'll be good!"
Suddenly I felt the positioner moving down and the restraints snapping open, as Judy started walking back to the table behind me. I got up off the positioner, and when I looked in her direction I saw her turn to glance at me. I had an erection again, and was feeling more embarrassed again. Now that I was off the positioner my nakedness was somehow more blatant, so I asked if I could put my shorts on. Judy said yes, that I was finished with my punishment.
I pulled the shorts on, and then looked at her hesitantly. She seemed receptive, and now that I was off the positioner, there was something I had to ask her, even though I knew it would involve taking off my shorts again.
"Um, Ma'am," I said, and then hesitated. "Uh, could I ask you please to, uh, get me off the way you did yesterday? I'm terribly horny, and this is the only chance I get to ask, so . . ." I trailed off, flushing at having to beg for this, but it was an extremely urgent need at the moment. I was still feeling the sex-surge of the most recent slaps, and I was completely at Judy's mercy if she wanted to tease me by not bringing it up herself.
"I'm not very happy with you right now, David," Judy said, expressionless. "So I think you can wait at least another day."
"Oh, please, Ma'am!" I cried out, shocked. "I can't wait! I won't be able to resist trying to masturbate tonight if I don't get relief from you now."
"I'm not at your beck and call on this, David!" Judy answered, with a snap in her voice. "And of course I'll be keeping a close eye on you tonight. So if you try to masturbate and I catch you at it you'll just get another whipping tomorrow, and then I may be unhappy with you again for trying to masturbate!"
"Please, Ma'am!" I was crying again.
"You're becoming insistent and repetitive, David. You don't want to do that, do you?"
I bit my lip, and then slowly asked, "Can I bring it up again if I say something new at the same time?"
Judy leaned her head to one side and smiled slightly. "Yes, but only if you think I'll like hearing what you have to say. Try to please me, David."
I was pretty sure that what I wanted to suggest would please Judy. "Well, uh, I'd take a whipping over your knee again to get to come . . . like yesterday."
Judy was smiling widely now. "I know you kind of enjoyed that, David. I kept the paddling just at the limit that could sublimate in sexual excitement, so I'm afraid that wouldn't be enough."
Not enough? "Do--Uh --," I was almost afraid to ask, "Do you mean there's something that would be 'enough', so if I agreed to it you'd get me off?"
Judy looked thoughtful, then pointed over at the table.
"If you go bend over the table as you did yesterday, and stand still for thirty-five slaps at full whipping strength, then I'll finish by getting you off over my knee."
I felt a thrill of fear that felt like intense heat all through my body. "I can't, Ma'am," I blurted. "Those slaps hurt too much! I'd never be able to stand still for thirty-five in a row!"
"Well anytime you move I'll just take that one over," Judy answered in a reasonable tone. "I'm sure that if you're sufficiently motivated we'll get through all of them eventually."
I just stood there, feeling miserable, thinking what it would be like trying to stay bent over the table while Judy whipped me, jumping up constantly, probably getting two or three slaps for every one of the thirty-five I'd have coming. And then I tried to imagine how long this would go on while Judy made me take rest breaks so my buttocks would get sensitive again.
"I can't, Ma'am," I said tearfully. Then the urgent need I felt made me add: "But I'd, uh . . .," I had trouble going on, then in a rush, "I'd be willing to get on the positioner while you gave me thirty-five full-strength slaps if you'd let me come at the end." I was ashamed, with my painfully sore behind, to tell Judy what I was willing to do to get off.
But Judy wasn't interested anyway. "No, you have to hold yourself still over the table if you want me to get you off."
I actually wanted to reconsider whether I could stand it, horrified at how much I wanted to come, but finally said, in a bleak voice, "I can't, Ma'am."
"OK, fine," Judy sounded brisk. "You can change into your street clothes, now, and then do some work at the console. It seems that you need to study some more mental training to keep your mind off sex." Judy sounded like she was enjoying my humiliation! "But I don't want you spending so much time on it you can't get your school work done. From now on you'll get ten slaps when you fail to hand in any homework assignment, and of course you're not allowed to lie to your teachers anymore."
"Yes, Ma'am," I murmured, going to pick up my clothes and change in the bathroom.
"And call me 'Judy' now," she called after me. "Your punishment is over for today." With the frustrated arousal she knew I was feeling after my whipping, I didn't think she even believed that herself.
But somehow I couldn't resent what Judy was doing, since she wasn't as mean as she could have been. I was ashamed to realize that I would have tantalized Judy in the positioner while announcing I wouldn't get her off today if I'd been in charge. Even so, I was a little surprised I didn't resent Judy more than I did. Maybe it was because I was developing a profound feeling of how much I needed her good opinion. As I remembered Judy's speech about pleasing her, I decided I wasn't in any position to resist, and I was going to have to give in and do whatever she wanted. It was a very easy decision to make for some reason, and I felt better after I made it.
Watching David through the monitor cameras when he got home after his first session was very erotic. To begin with he pulled down his pants to look at his bottom in the bathroom mirror. Hubba was making it look like he had only a pink flush back there, as if from a light spanking, and I could see David's dismay as he realized he wouldn't get any sympathy for how sore he felt. He had a prominent erection when he'd pulled his pants down of course, since he'd had masochistic fantasies ever since Linda Fechtenbaum whipped him. David probed his buttocks with his fingers, and when Hubba masked the soreness he continued rubbing his behind with a kind of dreamy expression, clearly getting turned on. Suddenly he got a guilty, embarrassed look, and pulled his pants up quickly. Obviously he'd remembered I might be watching, and he was embarrassed about me seeing him rub his bottom that way.
After a short pause, David went into the kitchen for lunch. Hubba's telltales showed me that he got another erection when he saw Diane bent over the lower Flashing unit. Hubba was set to hold his penis against his belly when he got an erection in public, and I saw David's look of surprise as he noticed. David plumped himself down at the table, probably hoping to cry out and get sympathy, but Hubba continued to mask his soreness.
When Diane sat down and asked David about his session with me, his face got very flushed, and he answered minimally, just that it had hurt a lot and been very embarrassing. Diane got him to admit that his punishment was nowhere near as painful as he'd had from Linda Fechtenbaum, and I could imagine how miserable David felt leaving it at that because the compulsion I'd given made him too humiliated to talk any more than necessary. Even when Diane put him in O-Mode, he was too embarrassed to say anything more than he had to. I was sure this sounded to Diane like I'd handled things perfectly, so there was nothing for her to worry about.
I watched David in his room later, struggling against taking his clothes off in front of the monitor cameras. After several minutes coming to terms with his compulsion, he went to take a bath, showing a constant erection after he undressed. But as I watched I realized he was showing off to me, just like a little kid. He put on a show as he was getting in the tub, flirting his bottom at the cameras he thought I was looking through. Of course after a few minutes in the water David's fantasy play caused Hubba to magnify his erotic excitement with anal and genital stimulation until he started rocking his hips. He suddenly got very red-faced as he realized he had to control himself. He obviously didn't enjoy that part.
David didn't enjoy it when he had to sit down on the toilet later, either! He looked completely humiliated! Almost immediately, Hubba asked me if it should remove the intrusion from David's rectum to allow him to defecate without waiting for his erection to detumesce, but I said I wanted David to use self-control instead. David got impatient and tried to pull Hubba's tentacles out with his hand, so Hubba restrained him. When he lost his temper, struggling to free himself, Hubba stung his rectum at moderate strength with a sound-effect to emphasize it. David cried out, and stopped resisting, so after a few seconds Hubba released him again. Then David sat a long time coming to terms with the situation, before he finally managed to get his erection down so he could evacuate. I felt he'd learned the lesson I wanted, that Hubba could control him even when I wasn't around. I knew that without that control David would try to run away from home soon to dramatize his desire to get out of my control.
When David finally got to put on his leisure suit, I joined Mom for dinner. Afterwards, we watched a Media story about the Mars colony, and spent a little time together. Then I went back to my apartment and did my homework, until David phoned me to ask me to get him off. I explained that he'd get whipped if he pestered me about that; the only time he was allowed to ask was when we met after school. David blushed as I explained the rules, and got even redder when I said I'd enjoyed his strip-show in the bathroom.
I watched him again as he got into bed, enjoying his dawning realization that he had to sleep in the nude -- he'd told me in Deep O-Mode that he always threw off his covers, and I'd reinforced that with a minor compulsion so I'd be able to see him nude whenever I looked in during the night. Once he got in bed he went through some slow movements on his stomach that were obviously sexual, before he suddenly stopped and pretended to go to sleep. Hubba told me he was worried I might catch him and accuse him of trying to masturbate. Of course I didn't mind him getting himself excited that way, since it could only frustrate him. He had to use his hand or a peripheral to masturbate, and Hubba was making him too nervous that I'd notice for him to attempt it. At some point I realized that David was so horny he was having trouble going to sleep, so I checked with Hubba that it would help him drop off the same way it helped him concentrate on studying when he made an effort. About ten minutes later, Hubba told me David was asleep.
Watching David moving reminded me about his wake-ups. The surreptitious masturbation variation included daily stimulation to make David wake up humping in his bed. It would normally happen in the morning, when he was so sure he was being observed he'd have to stop, but occasionally it would happen during the night when he'd think it was safe to masturbate. I told Hubba to let me know every morning when David's wake-up was about to start. I thought watching David humping in the morning would be very erotic, especially after I got the sensie line installed so I could experience what he was feeling. I thought about that as I masturbated before going to sleep.
I woke up at six as usual, and read the news while I had breakfast. Then I returned to my room and studied until Hubba told me it was starting to stimulate David. I brought him up on my wallscreen and he was still asleep, lying nude, face down on the bed with the covers kicked off. Hubba started by using some very subtle anal stimulation to give David an erection and encourage sexual dream fantasies; once that was successful, David would never guess Hubba was doing anything unusual when he woke up, since he'd expect erotic dreams would cause Hubba to stimulate him. The enlarged nipple moving in his rectum and the friction in the sheath around his penis would just seem like a standard reaction to his own sexual arousal.
Hubba could monitor how close David got to waking, and stop stimulating him for awhile then to draw things out. The longer the buildup lasted, the hornier David would feel when he finally awakened. I watched David carefully as Hubba tantalized him, letting my house brain use lots of camera angles and close-ups. David looked very peaceful to begin with, but he was soon breathing deeply. Then he started thrusting his hips spasmodically, feeling Hubba's slippery resistance around his cock, emphasized by contact with the mattress. I was getting very excited myself as I watched David moving, so I inserted my own peripheral, and brought myself to the Arousal rating Hubba said David was experiencing.
David's thrusting motion became more regular and went on for several minutes, building up to a strong rhythm and then slowing down again as Hubba drew things out. But every time he started building up he became more frenetic, until I was surprised he could sleep through it. When he finally woke up and just managed to stop from touching his cock, I let myself go to climax! I had five orgasms again, and it took a few minutes, so I had to run the recording back to see what had happened after David woke up; but there weren't any more good bits. I felt a little guilty about getting off myself while I left David frustrated, but I also felt a strong sadistic turn-on about it. I didn't have any energy left for sexy thoughts right then though, so I reassured myself that I'd gotten Hubba's agreement that David's therapy would be advanced by arousal like this, and returned to my normal routine.
When I got to class and went to my seat, I could see David out of the corner of my eye, watching me with a fascinated red-faced expression. I tried to ignore him as much as I could while I talked with my friends, and eventually I glimpsed him starting to think about other things. The Neb- Spooler-13 presentation that was scheduled was enough to take my mind off everything else, and I lost myself in it. At the end, David asked a few questions, and in the second one he said something in what sounded like Logica-9, the latest AI language. I thought he'd just memorized some phrase to ask a question, but then Neb-Spooler-13 said something to him in the same language, and David answered back! David was having a conversation in Logica-9 with a Tribrain AI right in our classroom! Everybody was tremendously impressed, even the Master Teacher!
In the afternoon, I heard David give a lame excuse why he didn't have his homework ready in Civics, and I resolved to do something about that. I was supposed to keep adding duties for David to perform if he wanted to avoid whipping, and not lying to anyone was a good one. I decided to make him turn in all his school assignments on time too.
When I got home after school, I saw David wearing punishment shorts and looking scared. I found out what he'd done, then played back the vid clip where he hurt his step-sister Gwynn's feelings. I got kind of mad at David about that. I told him Gwynn was obviously infatuated with him and that he shouldn't be mean to her. Then in Deep O-Mode I learned that Gwynn's crush was news to David. (He had an unbelievable lack of empathy!) But he was thinking how he would have liked to fuck Gwynn if he'd figured it out. He didn't feel any guilt at all about this! Right after I'd told him it would be a bad experience for Judy to be fucked by her step-brother!
So when I brought him out of Trance, I told him he was going to get sixty smacks instead of the forty that a successful apology would normally earn him, and said that from now on he had an assignment to be nice to Gwynn. Then I made his punishment shorts drop off and started his punishment. After I gave him his first whipping round and had him bawling loudly, I told him I'd be back shortly and went to the table behind him to repeat what I'd done yesterday.
I got myself off with a single orgasm again, bending over the table and experiencing the sensie of David's stinging butt and aroused cock in the positioner. I still felt embarrassed about needing to stifle myself so David wouldn't figure out what I was doing, but that was a turn-on too. Everything that I was doing with David was unbelievably erotic for me.
After the sixty smacks were done with, I whipped him a little more as I gave him new assignments on how to act. At the end, I told him to think of ways to please me, and left it kind of open-ended, so he'd always be trying to imagine what I wanted from him. Since David never really cared about anyone else enough to even try to understand them, Hubba said this would give him practice and make him realize there were other people he had to interact with successfully. And of course it also meant that I was going to be the most important person in his life. Basically, he'd get a super crush on me, even worse than the one he had already!
After I finished David's whipping and let him out of the positioner, I refused to get him off, when he asked in an obviously humiliated voice. Then I bullied him when he tried to appeal to my social side to get his way. He offered to take a paddling over my knee to get off, but I knew he'd enjoy that too much. It gave me an idea, though, and I told him I'd do it if he bent over the table and took thirty-five slaps at full whipping strength, getting take-overs every time he moved. He obviously couldn't bring himself to accept a whipping on those terms -- I would have been shocked if he had! But then he offered to take thirty-five smacks if I'd restrain him in the positioner. He was really horny! I felt a little sorry for him, but I needed to make him understand he wouldn't get a reward when he disappointed me as he had today with Gwynn, so I brought the session to a close.
I went back my room, and that was the start of my pattern of masturbating at all hours while I was in charge of David. From then on I hardly ever let a day go by without stroking off three or four times. I knew I was unusually sexy compared to most of my peer group, but I'd never felt such continuous excitement as this, and my constant erotic heat surprised even me. I thought David was at least as turned on as I was, but I could get off when I wanted to and he couldn't. I felt a mean little thrill whenever I thought about that.
I put in a call to Diane Carmody afterward, and told her that David had an assignment to make Gwynn feel better about herself, so Diane shouldn't be surprised if he suddenly paid Gwynn a lot of attention.
"Has Davey ever thought about doing anything to Gwynn?" Diane asked, "I mean . . . she has a crush on him and I worry about what might happen, but I haven't wanted to pry into his sexual desires any more than I had to."
I was immediately comforting. "There's no problem. Gwynn's been flirting with David by showing off her body, but he hasn't done a thing about it. In fact Gwynn is one of the few people David feels some affection for, and he wouldn't want to hurt her." This was all true, but things would have been different if he'd understood earlier she might let him fuck her -- he didn't ever consider that something he wanted to do would hurt someone else.
"Anyway," I went on, "David's going to be trying to help her from now on. Maybe we can find her a boyfriend, between us. I have a couple of ideas."
We talked a bit more about David, then Diane thanked me and we signed off.