When I got upstairs after dinner I thought hard about what I had to do to keep getting my homeworks in on time. I didn't want to be punished for missing a deadline, but what I really wanted most was to spend the rest of the evening going over the things Judy had given me. I didn't have any assignments due until Thursday, and I finally decided I could get my two assignments done by then if I worked extra hard tomorrow -- Wednesday.

I started reading Judy's diary, since I wanted to save the sensie ADT for last. The diary extract began when Judy was fifteen, with a preface that was so formally phrased that it must have been written by her homebrain. The preface explained that at the beginning of the extract, Judy's mother, Janice Price, had just divorced her stepfather, Richard Caspar. Judy always referred to him by his last name after that.

Then, I got a shock! The grounds for divorce were that Caspar had been abusing Judy!

It wasn't completely clear at first what he'd done to her, a lot of inappropriate punishments when Judy's mother was out of the house was what I figured out after I read a lot more. Actual rape was ruled out by the charges brought in criminal proceedings stemming from the divorce. Caspar was sentenced to criminal conditioning, so he'd be unable to abuse children. It wouldn't affect his desire to perform that kind of abuse though -- he was much too old and inflexible for the kind of psychological training I was getting, which was actually intended to change my motivations.

Judy was in deep therapy for almost a year after the divorce. In her diary, she talked about her feelings and what she learned in therapy. It seemed a lot of things had been edited out, but she left in how she remembered feeling ashamed when Caspar punished her, believing all the bad things that happened were really her own fault: that she deserved punishment and her Mom had agreed to it! I'd asked for Judy's diary earlier because I wanted to understand everything I could about her background, but I'd never expected anything like this! No wonder Judy was so insistent that I not tell anyone else about it!

I read through the diary carefully for about an hour. After Judy felt better about herself and entered adolescence at seventeen, she started visiting the same BDSM VirtSites I used myself. If I'd had lucky timing I could have been BDSM Top to her bottom in some Virtual Encounters! Of course Judy wouldn't accept any worse than a sixty-forty chance on the toss-up, so I would have had a forty percent to be the Bottom myself. But still! The thought of giving Judy a virtual whipping gave me a tremendous thrill.

Judy's best friend was Maureen O'Hara, and she was probably the one who introduced Judy to BDSM, but the diary had too many deletions for me to be sure. When I was nearly at the end of the diary extracts, there were some entries about me! Judy recounted how Diane hired her to be in charge of my discipline, and she explained that she'd always been attracted to me, so she was turned on about taking the job. She said that she'd bee worried she was reacting selfishly, but mentioned she'd been convinced by Ms Fechtenbaum that I really needed the discipline. There were a few rather explicit plans for punishing me that she'd written into the diary. I got very self-conscious reading this part, but there were only a few paragraphs of it before the diary came to an end.

After I finished, I tried to relax and think about what I'd just read as a whole, and I got a weird feeling! Here I'd been thinking Judy was so mature! That's what Diane thought and what everybody said at school, but in her diary she sounded pretty mixed up to me. She'd had a lot of personal problems, and they weren't completely cleared up even now! Just a few weeks ago she'd noticed her hips had grown too wide for her gym shorts, and she'd felt ashamed of herself because Caspar used to punish her when he said she was flaunting her body. Another recent entry had Judy realizing she hated when her Mom went out in the evening and left her in the house, because that had always been when Caspar would find an excuse to punish her.

When Judy noticed inappropriate feelings, she'd do mental exercises she learned in therapy to extinguish the traumatic connection. Then she wouldn't have the feelings anymore. But sometimes the feelings returned later; she still hadn't extinguished all of them! So I was beginning to wonder if Judy was really an appropriate person to be in charge of my discipline. Maybe she was just turned on by punishing me because she was copying what her stepfather did to her! And she'd needed a year of therapy at the end of that! Judy suddenly didn't seem nearly as responsible as everybody thought.

I wanted to play the ADT now, so I put it in my player, then put on my headband and sensie suit before I started it up. It began at low intensity of course, which was a good thing since there was a weird double image in what I was experiencing. The player paused when it detected a problem in my feedback, and a status message come up that said I should remove one of the receivers I was wearing. I had no idea what that could mean, but then I got an idea and took off the sensie headband. When I started the ADT again, I got perfectly sharp sensie playback, and I stopped the sensie again so I could think. I was obviously wearing a sensie receiver without knowing it. How was that possible?

Ah. It was something Judy did. And I suddenly realized that since I could receive a sensie through whatever I was wearing, Judy would probably be able to record a sensie of me as well!

I flushed as I realized Judy was probably recording me while I was being whipped and tantalized so she could play it back later and experience what I was feeling! She'd reduce the intensity of the whipping part, but keep the erotic parts to help her get herself off. My face got very hot as I pondered my complete lack of privacy. But I had to admit it was a very sexy idea. I would have wanted to do the same thing to Judy if I were in charge. But then I'd never pretended to be the most mature kid in the school!

I started running my fingers over my head and the sides of my neck, everywhere I might have a sensie transmitter attached, and when I concentrated hard I realized there was a spot near the top of my head that I couldn't touch -- my fingers seemed to skip over the area like there was an invisible bandage there. So that's where it was then, a microbead probably, and I couldn't feel it because of a minor compulsion. I considered this for a moment, then closed my eyes to blank out things around me and started the sensie playing again.

I was Judy, walking around my apartment, and I could feel my breasts and the sensitive swelling between my legs that I was aware of in the background, feeling the friction against the crotch of my shorts. I was quite horny in a sort of genteel, drawn-out, female way that I-David had experienced in several X-rated sensies from the woman's viewpoint. When the front entrance chimed, I opened the door and saw David standing there, looking apprehensive and aroused, and it was a real turn-on! I thought how cute and vulnerable David looked this way, and when he came in and handed me the punishment wand I got even more excited, looking at his flushed face.

David pretended he was too weak to stand up, but he was just trying to get sympathy. I had him sit down and put him in Deep O-Mode, then left to do something -- there was a kind of glitch in the sensie feed then, obviously an edit deletion. When things started up again I felt something close-fitting under my outer clothes, and I was aware it was my-Judy's sensie suit!

David was trying to talk his way out of punishment, but I told him I thought he needed this training, and at the end I intimidated him by telling him what he'd get if he didn't do what I said. Then I ordered him to undress, and I was surprised at how humiliated he felt through the sensie I was experiencing. I tried to imagine some situation that would make me that embarrassed, and I thought I'd have to be caught masturbating ought of beomg caught nude,ting naked in the school gym by a group of boys! Once I had David's clothes off, I took my time teasing him, ogling his nude body from various angles to increase his embarrassment, enjoying what a cute bundle of boy flesh he was and how much power I had.

After a few minutes of teasing, I made David walk into the exercise room and get into the positioner. He was very scared at this point, because of the traumatic whipping he remembered Linda giving him, so I thought it was best to move forward quickly since the reality shouldn't be as bad as what he was imagining. During the whipping I focused carefully on the task at hand, putting myself in an almost clinical frame of mind to be sure I did it right. At the end of the first round David was bawling, and once I was able to relax my concentration I got turned on listening to him and looking at his red butt. And then there was another glitch in the sensie.

When the tape glitch was over, I realized that I felt different. I was somewhat less horny, and I was wet between the legs. I could feel my pussy squelching against the crotch of my sensie suit, and I-David realized that Judy must have masturbated during the glitch in the tape! There was something else too -- I felt a tiny stinging sensation on my behind, like I'd just been spanked lightly. Or, the thought came, like I'd just been playing a sensie of what David was feeling while he was being whipped.

I paused the sensie and quickly felt like myself again. I had a throbbing erection because there was a lot of sexy stuff in what I'd been playing, but I was really mad, and I lost the erection quickly. Judy was being such a bitch! She thought I was attractive, but she didn't have any respect for me at all as a person. It was like my wishes didn't matter at all! She had me under her power, so that meant she could do anything she wanted. When I thought about how awful it was for me in the positioner while Judy was getting turned on, I wanted to scream! She was stroking herself off between my whipping rounds, and most likely staring at my red ass as she did it. She'd probably masturbated in the room behind me, where I was up on display, and played the sensie of my pain and arousal at low intensity to get herself more aroused. No matter what anyone said about the therapeutic value of this training, I didn't think Judy could possibly be acting appropriately demeaning me like this, trampling on my dignity for her own pleasure.

I was really angry, and when I thought how I'd been trying to be a good slave for Judy, it was all I could do to keep from phoning her and telling her what a bitch she was for fooling me into thinking she was my protector. But I didn't want to be whipped for cursing at her, so I told myself I needed to think of a better way to handle this. The idea I got after a few minutes thought was to just try to avoid whippings if I could, live through them when I had to, but to preserve my dignity from now on. Certainly I'd never act like a puppy dog to get on Judy's good side again. I cringed as I remembered how I'd told her she could punish me more if she'd enjoy it while she was getting me off. And how she'd loved doing that! Never again! I'd take what she dished out but I wasn't going to abase myself from now on!

I decided I wanted to finish playing the sensie to the end, so I started it again.

I was giving David his second whipping round. He sounded kind of desperate at the beginning so I felt a little sorry for him, but I gave him what he had coming. Then I left him to regain sensitivity again and took a break in the next room, thinking about a humiliation punishment I could use where I'd take him outdoors near the pool and made his shorts drop off. He wouldn't know it was screened from observation, so he'd be embarrassed about being nude outside the house. When I got back to what I was beginning to think of as the punishment room, I walked up to the positioner and started whipping David for lies and disobedience. I knew this was the part where he'd start to understand he had to do everything he could to please me. It was a turn-on thinking of him being conditioned this way, but I also knew that this conditioning was a crucial first step of his training.

When I was done with that round, I frightened him by saying he'd be getting more whipping in a moment, then asked him if he wanted me to use humiliating punishments instead, and he begged me to do that. Max! He was so afraid of whipping now he'd beg me to do anything I wanted. I went and got the Hubba, all silver tentacles, and put it on David's thigh -- then there was another part of the sensie edited out. In the next scene, I was moving my fingers in a strobing pattern on David's erection that Hubba was showing me. Once I stepped back I knew Hubba was duplicating that pattern, and would always duplicate the sensations whenever David felt friction against his cock. I-David recognized why I always felt Judy's fingers on my cock, even when I was masturbating! As I stood back, I saw Hubba scraping its tentacles across David's bottom and thrusting a pencil of tentacles in and out of his anus, and of course David was terribly excited, with his bottom bobbing up and down as he tried to get off. And then there was another part edited out! What the hell were all these edits for?

In the next scene, David was shrieking with excitement and struggling frenetically to thrust his hips against the positioner. A video status pad in the left part of my visual field showed David had an Arousal rating of NINETY- FIVE! It was dropping quickly now, and I could see the Hubba had stopped stimulating him, but David was still screaming with frustration. I felt kind of bad, thinking that this was too hard on David and it was really my fault, so I tried to be a little comforting when he was able to talk again. I got him out of the positioner and let him go to the bathroom -- another missing part in the sensie -- and when he came back I went through the game where he got tantalized whenever he came near me, and I paddled him pretty hard bending over the table. Then I finally put him over my knee and paddled him while I let him get off. I was feeling super horny myself at that point, hearing David beg me to paddle him harder, and I was looking forward to getting into my bedroom later to stroke off.

The sensie came to an end, and I was surprised Judy hadn't edited out her thoughts about stroking off at the end. I'd known exactly what she was thinking, and there was a hint of body memory of what it was like in the past when she stroked off, so it was very erotic. But why had she left that in? Didn't it embarrass her? And all the other sensations earlier in the sensie, like when her pussy felt wet against her sensie suit, or just the fact that she had the suit on! After a moment's thought, I realized she probably hadn't experienced her own sensie -- everybody knows that's a bad idea -- so she'd just told the homebrain to edit out certain parts, and she hadn't realized how I could fill in what happened from sensations and vagrant thoughts shed had that weren't deleted by those edits.

OK, so now I knew how much Judy enjoyed punishing me and that she got turned on intimidating me so she could make me do humiliating things. She was conditioning me to be her slave! And she'd pushed my Arousal rating up to 95, which HAD to be dangerous! I'd never HEARD of such a high rating! I figured she'd screwed up, like I had with Diane when I left her Arousal at 89 after she'd finished coming, but even worse! So Judy had been scared she'd hurt me, which is why she was so solicitous afterward.

That part made me nervous, because I was going to try to resist Judy's brainwashing from now on, just treat her as what she was, a screwed up girl barely older than I was, getting cheap thrills from having power over me and causing me pain. But if she brought me up to 95 Arousal again, I wouldn't be able to resist doing anything she wanted. I remembered how I'd felt as I was being stimulated on the positioner, willing to sell my soul if I could just get off!

But okay, no matter what happened or how bad I felt while Judy was punishing me, I could get my dignity back after it was over. Nobody could do anything more than that under torture, which is what this was. And I wasn't going to act like her lap dog again unless I was being tortured so much I couldn't stop myself. It didn't count if I didn't cooperate and she had to force me!

It was almost ten o'clock, nearly my bedtime, so I went downstairs for my milk. My behind was definitely a lot less sore now, so at least Judy had told the truth when she said she hadn't bruised me when she was "rewarding" me. I flashed the milk and sat down in the kitchen, feeling only slightly sensitive where my behind contacted the seat, and thought about how to act with Judy. The hardest part about trying to act dignified was how badly I needed to get off every day. In fact, I was pathetically eager when I could only climax once a day! If I could just wake up late every night, I'd take my chances losing the hurdles and getting punished. I figured that with two tries at guessing odd or even, I had three chances out of four to get off one of those times.

I went back upstairs and got undressed. I had to be nude to get in bed of course, but when I felt like I was going to start blushing I tried to remember this wasn't a feeling I wanted to give in to. OK, I had an erection and it was embarrassing, but I didn't want this to be a lot of fun for Judy if she was watching me. So I did mental exercises before lying down, and soon felt my erection go down. I wondered what she'd think of that! Then I got under the covers and lay on my back -- I didn't have to lie on my stomach tonight -- and started to do a mental exercise I hoped would make me wake up late at night, the way I had the previous night. Eventually, I went to sleep.

But I didn't wake up during the night, and in the morning at seven o'clock I was on my stomach with the covers kicked off, humping against the mattress.

I got myself under control right away, then went and took a shower. I went downstairs and ate quickly with nobody else around, then jogged to school to start my aerobic workout. When I got to school it was still only seven-thirty, so I put on my gym clothes and dropped my street clothes into the fresher, then went out into the gym for the rest of my workout. I had to call up a help screen to remember the exercise sequence, but it was pretty straightforward; the sequence started easy the first few days, but became more strenuous as you developed more stamina. At the end of the workout I was panting and exhausted, so I went back into the boys locker room and took another shower, then put on my freshened clothes.

I made progress on my homework Wednesday morning, and skipped my normal lunch time so I wouldn't have to sit near Judy. She'd been ignoring me in class again today, and that was just fine with me. I figured I'd have lunch during my free period right after my regular lunch time, and I had one of my assignments almost done by then.

In the cafeteria, Wendy Yount, a fat sixth year girl with a bad case of acne and a very annoying voice came and sat down opposite me. I'd heard she was sensitive about her acne but couldn't use medicine to clear it up because her parent's religion didn't allow medical treatment for problems that weren't life-threatening. Wendy started talking to me in her shrill voice about how she'd heard I really liked Kim Kraether, the most attractive girl in sixth year. It sounded for a moment like she was taunting me, and her voice was so grating I told her to shut up, and added that her face looked like a pepperoni pizza. Suddenly, Wendy's face screwed up and she looked like she was going to cry!

I'd done it again -- hurt Wendy's feelings! I immediately apologized, said I knew I shouldn't have said that, and Wendy stopped looking like she was going to cry and just got red in the face.

"Just go fuck yourself, OK, David?" And she stood up from the table and walked out of the room.

Shit! Not a very successful apology this time. I wondered if this meant I was going to get eighty slaps in my session with Judy. And I'd brought it on myself! Why the hell couldn't I learn not to insult people?

I studied mental training most of the afternoon and did exercises to recognize the signs of annoyance that tempted me to make put-down remarks. Then I finished the first assignment I had to do for tomorrow, but I still had a lot of reading to do in Humanities before I could make more progress with my second assignment.

Walking to Judy's house Wednesday afternoon, I had a sensitive erection the whole way, even though my butt didn't hurt at all. When I got to her apartment I knew I had to change into the punishment shorts, and I tried to do it stoically. Don't give Judy any more satisfaction than you can help, I thought. But I was scared and flushing with embarrassment again when she walked in.

"Hello, David," Judy said, looking serious. "I already know you're mad at me, and I have a good idea why, so you don't have to beat around the bush. I won't punish you for feeling that way -- I understand your viewpoint, although I think you're distorting a lot of things in your own mind. Do you have anything you want to say before you have your session?"

"Yeah!" I said, feeling a surge of anger. "How is what you're doing to me any different than what your stepfather did to you? You needed a year of deep therapy after that, right? Is what you're doing really supposed to help me, or is it just a way for you to get off? Like it probably was for Caspar to punish you?"

Judy's face looked strained, but she seemed unhappy rather than mad. "I was a helpless fourteen-year-old girl when that started, David, scared to death of what an adult man was doing to me, afraid even to speak to my mother because I thought it was my fault and she'd already agreed that Oscar should punish me." She paused and wiped a tear from her eye. "I don't think you can compare our situations. You're a very tough nut by comparison, yelling at me even though you have a punishment coming right now. Admit it, it isn't the same!"

I mumbled that she was probably right, because I had to admit I was impressed by how emotional she felt about it. I knew I'd never feel that vulnerable when I didn't feel any threat of imminent punishment. But then I thought of something else.

"But you really enjoy whipping me, don't you?" I said. "How do you know you're not punishing me part of the time just for your own enjoyment? And another thing! I went through the whole sensie of your experiences during my session, and you didn't really think of me as a person once, just a sexually aroused boy who was fun to discipline!"

Judy sounded a little more angry now. "I know I'm not punishing you for no reason because I can keep two things in my head at one time, and I've given my Bonded word that I'll put your therapeutic needs first! From what I've learned about this training, it's not supposed to be a problem that I enjoy doing it."

She hesitated a minute, then added, "And maybe I didn't think too much of you as a person when I was whipping you -- I have to put myself in a special frame of mind when I do that, you know -- but I can imagine how solicitous you'd be about my value as a person if you were the one with the punishment wand!"

And then she added, in what sounded like a wistful voice, "Anyway I was thinking about you as a person yesterday when I gave you my diary. I've never let anyone see that before, and I never would have given it to you if I'd realized how unsympathetic you'd be about what I went through as a child!"

She was almost convincing me! I was starting to feel confused until I remembered my determination not to be her lap dog.

"OK, look," I said. "I know you're going to punish me, and I'm determined to try not to lose my dignity. I'd appreciate it if you didn't degrade me like you've been doing, playing with me and humiliating me. If you can just get it over with and let me go on to something else, I can stand it."

Judy looked like she was communing with Hubba for a minute, then said, "OK, David. What did you do bad today? Did you hurt someone's feelings?"

"Yeah, uh, I put down Wendy Yount because she was bugging me. I, uh, said something about her complexion." A horrible thought struck me that I'd just hurt Judy's feelings too, I'd made her cry just now! And I knew I couldn't hold back any details like that, because she'd know I was lying by leaving something out. "And, uh, . . . I hurt your feelings just now . . . Ma'am, when I compared what you were doing to what Caspar did to you."

Judy shook her head, "I'm not going to count it when you hurt my feelings. I know you're under a lot of stress and you think I'm the cause of it all. But Wendy's a different matter!"

I felt Deep O-Mode disorientation, and when I came out of it, Judy was speaking again. "I'm only going to give you sixty slaps for insulting Wendy. You did try to apologize and I know Wendy can be kind of annoying, so I understand how you thought she was taunting you. But next time, wait until you're sure someone's being mean to you before you retaliate!"

I couldn't help but feel that Judy was trying to be as fair as she could. She'd refused to count how I'd hurt her feelings, and I'd expected eighty slaps for what I'd said to Wendy.

Judy looked thoughtful. "Do you think it would be less humiliating if I put you in O-Mode to make you get in the positioner?"

"No!" I answered. "Uh, I prefer to do it myself, Ma'am." And I followed Judy into the punishment room and dropped my shorts just before climbing onto the positioner. I realized I was trembling again, but I'd never expected to be impervious to this.

I got sixty slaps in two whipping rounds that had me bawling like a baby as usual. When it was finished I heard Judy say my punishment was over, and when my restraints snapped away I got up off the positioner with my usual excited sex-surge erection and painfully sore behind, but I didn't hesitate putting on my street clothes. I wasn't going to beg her to get me off this time, not as long as I could stand being celibate.

Judy seemed to read my mind again. "I'm not going to get you off anyway, David, until you stop thinking of me as your enemy. I won't humiliate you, but I'm not in the mood to reward you."

I was kind of scared hearing that. If I didn't have any chance to masturbate for a few nights, I knew how desperate I'd get. But Judy clearly didn't intend to discuss it with me, she just turned and left the room. I saw her again just before I went home, when she handed me a new ADT.

"You have the wrong idea about some of the things that happened in your first session," she said. "I was trying to delete the tutorial interactions from the first sensie I gave you, and I left out some parts that contradict your conclusions. If you want to see my side you'll play this sensie with some of the deleted sections put back in."

I wanted to just throw the ADT in the waste disposal to show Judy what I thought of her self-serving new sensie, but I'd decided I wouldn't try to defy her when I was with her, so I'd just wait until later.

"And don't you dare throw away that ADT," Judy said in an angry voice. "I spent two hours getting it right. If you don't want to play it, fine, but I want you to keep it around in case you change your mind!"

Shit -- she'd read my mind again! I figured that to throw the ADT away now would be disobedient, and I'd get punished, so I had to keep it. But I wasn't ever going to play it. Fuck her!

As I walked home, I figured out how Judy was reading my mind. She could record my sensie and play it back for herself in real-time! That way she'd know everything I was thinking and feeling. That's why she seemed so spaced sometimes, because she had trouble experiencing my thoughts and talking with me at the same time! I was sure she wasn't reading my mind all the time, since it took so much concentration when she tried to talk. But then I started to wonder if she could read my mind when I was at home!

When I got into bed Wednesday night, I was tremendously horny, and I prayed that I'd be able to wake up during the night. I remembered I'd awakened late Monday night when Judy wouldn't get me off, so I had some hope, and I did twenty minutes of mental exercises to make myself wake up at three or four AM.

And it worked! When I woke up, humping against the mattress as usual, it was three-thirty! I put my hand on my cock and started fantasizing, and I was near pre-discipline climax when I had to guess odd or even again. I guessed odd, and the number that I saw come up in the status field was 14, so I knew I was going to get at least twenty slaps tomorrow. I didn't stop stroking off, but I thought hard about my second guess. If I lost this one, I'd get SIXTY slaps tomorrow and I'd be left frustrated tonight!

I guessed even this time, and the number that came up was 62! A minute later I was screaming with release.

The next morning was Thursday, and I got both homeworks in, finishing the afternoon Humanities assignment by the skin of my teeth. By the time I left school to walk to Judy's house, I was horny again. And I suddenly realized I'd forgotten to do my aerobic exercises! I'd been working all through the morning and then Lunch and Free period to finish my homework, and just grabbed a bite to eat from the machines.

When I arrived, Judy was home already, and she didn't have any sympathy with my excuse for why I hadn't exercised. She said I ought to be able to get both things done, and I would have if I hadn't spent all Tuesday evening on the diary and sensie, and all Wednesday afternoon on mental training. But she said I'd only get ten slaps for missing my exercises and twenty for my wrong guess on the hurdle when I was masturbating last night. She seemed to be trying to keep a straight face when she mentioned the hurdle, but I could imagine she was smiling inside, knowing how I felt about getting whipped for what I had to do to stroke off!

I had to strip from my street clothes to get into the positioner, and I only had one round of whipping. But I was still sore from yesterday so I was bawling continuously from an early point, and it took me a while to calm down. I felt the restraints on the positioner snap back, and got up to get dressed. Judy was over by the table, looking receptive if I wanted to say anything to her, but I didn't, and after a few minutes she left.

I was really horny again Thursday night, and I hoped I'd wake up during the night, but it didn't happen. By the time I reached school on Friday I felt like I was going to be forced to ask Judy for her help getting off, but I worked on mental training interactive exercises all through the undemanding class periods, and by the time I went to Judy's house in the afternoon the schoolbrain told me I'd made a breakthrough. I was able to figuratively wrap my erotic desires in a ball and hold it at a distance, just as the interactive exercise trainer said I should.

I didn't have any punishment coming Friday, and Judy said so immediately, then waited, giving me a chance to say something. When I was silent she went into her bedroom to study.

Friday night, my mental exercises weren't enough. I was feeling so aroused I was seriously thinking of phoning Judy and begging her to get me off. I'd do anything she wanted, accept any punishment she named. I was beyond worrying about humiliation at this point, and I was frightened that I wouldn't be able to wake up during the night so I'd be feeling even worse the next morning. I was so aroused that the nipple in my rectum seemed permanently elongated, and the sheath around my cock continually stiff, providing a lot of friction. Whenever my erection would grow or shrink a little, as it did with surprising frequency, it felt like someone was stroking it! I got suspicious and watched for awhile, but I never saw the sheath moving by itself, and I decided that the sensations were just usual reactions to the sexy thoughts I couldn't control properly.

It suddenly struck me that I'd never played the new sensie Judy gave me, and I thought she might make that a condition for getting me off if I phoned her. I decided I could play the sensie and still not change my mind about what I believed, so I got it out and started it. It began with a view that showed three bookmarks to short clips in the sensie, and I activated the first one.

I was Judy again, and it was right after David's first whipping round. A low-grade AI voice that had to be the tutorial was saying that David hadn't reached baby response threshold until the twenty-first whipping stroke. It was supposed to be the fifteenth, and the tutorial recommended I raise the pain intensity of the wand to 83. I considered that, but I didn't want to make things any harder on David right now if I didn't have to. I got the Tutorial to tell me the acceptable range of pain intensity, and learned it was 80 to 85, so I left the wand at 80.

The segment ended, and I realized what I'd just been shown. For the first time, I had real evidence that Judy was trying to go easy on me, keeping the punishment wand at the low end of the pain intensity range recommended. I realized in fact that Judy couldn't bring it any lower than that even if she wanted to, because she had to do what was therapeutically correct. I didn't try to think about that yet, just activated the second bookmark.

I was Judy again. The whipping rounds were over and I was placing the Hubba on David's inner thigh. I watched it for a moment, and then told it to go into Sexual Readiness Mode. Then I heard Hubba speak in its weird voice, using silence like a tone, asking me to supply authorization for discipline training on David Carmody. Hubba was a real AI! No personality, though, since it didn't use the first person pronoun. After Hubba was satisfied, it suggested I use a pulsing contact with David's cock that Hubba would direct, and it could duplicate the sensation whenever it stimulated him. After I did that for awhile, I stepped back from David, and the Hubba took over. I watched David getting more and more excited, with the tentacles doing naughty things to his bottom, until he was almost hysterical with excitement, shrieking and humping galvanically. This went on until I had a sudden thought that it was lasting a long time, so I asked Hubba and it said David was being restrained from reaching orgasm to make the arousal period more effective, and I saw a visual status pad showing David's Arousal rating at NINETY-FIVE!

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

And then I saw the scene I remembered from the first sensie: I saw Hubba's tentacles go still and my Arousal rating dropping from 95 down into the low 80s. Judy watched David (me) shrieking with frustration, and started to talk with me after my arousal got down to 82. She felt sorry for me and worried it was her fault that I was so frustrated, so she tried to be comforting when I was able to talk again.

The second sensie segment ended, and I understood what Judy meant when she said I'd gotten the wrong idea about things that happened in my first session. She wasn't to blame at all that my Arousal rating got up to 95. She was just taking responsibility because she was in charge. It was the AI, trying to be as efficient as possible that had brought my arousal level so high. No AI would harm a human, of course, so the 95 Arousal must be safe for some period, no matter how awful it felt. But Judy had protected me unthinkingly; she'd made it stop because she worried about how hard it was on me to be so aroused. I felt an immense wave of gratitude, and then sudden guilt about being so mean to Judy the last few days. I'd completely misjudged her!

I played the third bookmarked segment. I was in the bathroom and the Hubba was telling Judy some things about the 95 Arousal rating I'd already figured out. At the end Judy told Hubba that the Arousal rating it could use on me when I was being tantalized shouldn't go above 89. Then there was a special footnote that Judy had later told Hubba to raise my Arousal from 89 to 95 during the last few minutes of arousal before ejaculating, but not not any other time. That was obviously why my climaxes had been so intense since Judy took control of me; I certainly couldn't blame her for that, considering how much pleasure it gave me when I got off now.

Once I stopped the sensie, I wanted to apologize to Judy right away. I looked at the clock, but of course Judy was always awake when I was, so I immediately tried to phone her. Her phone recognized me, but responded with a "Recipient Not Available" status, and asked if I wanted to leave a message. I decided to try again later. For nearly an hour my thoughts cycled back and forth from how horny I was to how much I'd misjudged Judy. I had a cynical thought that she might still be fooling me with a fake sensie, but I was pretty sure a sensie couldn't be doctored by a normal user. I used my console to check, and the answer I got was that splicing in later scenes was beyond the current state of the art, even for commercial sensie mediatronics. So I was right: Judy had tried to make things as easy as possible for me all down the line. I was actually lucky to have her in charge of my discipline! I imagined if I had Ms Fechtenbaum, I wouldn't be getting any breaks on how high she set the pain intensity or the Arousal rating she used as punishment.

I kept trying to phone Judy every fifteen minutes until eleven, when I started getting tired. It struck me then that I could go to sleep, and go directly over to Judy's tomorrow morning: Saturday. She'd said I should come over after breakfast, but she was always up when I was, and I could explain I'd found out how I misjudged her, and how sorry I was. Then I could beg her to get me off. Never mind that she enjoyed dominating me while she did it! I ought to be able to accept that, since it was actually a turn-on for me that she felt that way, at least when I wasn't mad at her! And I knew now that she really was my protector, just as I'd thought a few days ago.

After I'd taken off my clothes and gotten into bed, it struck me that if Judy was out, maybe that meant she wasn't watching me in the monitor cameras, and I could stroke off! But I worried she might be home, just not answering the phone, and she might get so mad at me if she caught me trying to stroke off that she'd refuse to get me off again tomorrow! I finally used mental exercises to enter Rest Mode and managed to get to sleep.

When I woke up again, humping against the mattress, it was one-thirty! I finally had another chance to masturbate! Then I wondered if it was really safe -- Judy had told me to call her only until one, but I didn't know if she went to sleep right afterward. I thought about trying to control myself for another hour, lying still until Judy was sure to be asleep, but I lacked the will power. I kicked the covers off, turned a little on my side and started stroking off, feeling Judy's fingers on my cock instead of my own -- I didn't do this often enough to get used to that feeling and it gave me a huge erotic thrill. To speed things up even more, I fantasized about Judy catching me like this, concentrating on the sore feeling in my behind from my whippings of the last two days, and when I got within a minute of climax I had to guess odd or even.

I guessed odd, and the number that came up was 12, so that meant I was going to get 20 slaps again tomorrow. I thought hard, as if that made any difference to a random choice, and guessed odd again, then saw the number 53 come up. I started to go the rest of the way to climax, but after I'd been at it for about thirty seconds, I suddenly heard a voice through the monitor annunciators.

"O-Mode. Freeze in that position, David." It was Judy's voice, and my heart went into my throat!

"I've caught you at it! You've been a VERY bad boy!"

I'd frozen in place with my behind in the air at the high point of my humping motion, about to thrust my hips down again, and my position made my embarrassment even worse. Stroking off was such an intensely private act that I felt guilty about doing it at all in front of cameras that Judy could watch later, but having her actually catch me in the act was the most humiliating experience I'd ever had. Through waves of shame, I heard her speak again.

"I'll give you your whipping tomorrow morning, but I want to teach you a small lesson right away, so I'll have Hubba whip you!"

A harness of Hubba's tentacles formed over my shoulders and passed below my body to wrap around my knees. Then my arms were bound together in front, around chest level, and my knees were pushed apart. Finally, the harness tightened, pulling my knees up toward my shoulders, leaving my behind protruding. Judy dropped me out of O-Mode, but I still couldn't move or even rock myself over on my side because of the way my knees were splayed. Then I felt something like a cat of nine tails whipping my buttocks, seeming to cut into my flesh, and I started wailing immediately. The whipping kept up for what could only have been twenty or thirty seconds, but felt much longer, and I nearly peed myself while it was going on. It was completely different from the way the wand felt: the multiple tentacles were so thin, and stung me in an entirely new way! After the whipping stopped, I was crying for another thirty seconds, and then Judy spoke again.

"You won't be able to reach climax now, David. And you have ninety slaps coming tomorrow, twenty for the hurdle you lost, and eighty because I caught you at it. I'll let you out of ten for the punishment you just had. Come to my house in the morning right after you wake up and take your shower!"

Suddenly, I felt Hubba's tentacles release me and I was free to move again. I felt very vulnerable as I pulled the covers up over my body. Judy was even going to count the bet I lost on the first hurdle, athough I'd never really had a chance to succeed! I realized she'd probably been watching me trying to stroke off the whole time I was doing it, so she'd have a chance to give me more slaps for any hurdles I failed! Then, if I succeeded, she could just interrupt me and keep me from getting off anyway! I groaned with frustration, then felt a recurring wave of intense embarrassment remembering Judy catching me in the act. I tried to stop squirming and lie still, then did mental exercises until I finally dropped off to sleep.

Saturday morning, I got to Judy's apartment at seven-thirty, feeling a confusing array of emotions. I'd never been so horny in my life when I wasn't being stimulated in some way, and of course I was scared of the whipping I was about to get. But almost as strong as those feelings was my desire to get across to Judy how sorry I was that I'd misjudged her. As I stepped in from the door I said what I'd thought out before Judy could say anything.

"I'm sorry, Judy - uh, Ma'am, that I've been so resentful and mean the last few days." I saw Judy's intent expression, and faltered a bit. "I . . . played your sensie ADT last night, so I know I was wrong about what I thought." Judy smiled then, and I felt better. "In fact, I realize I should be grateful for what you did to keep me from more severe punishment, and I want to apologize that I didn't believe you before." My phrasing was kind of stilted because I'd been thinking of what to say since I woke up, and I worried I was sounding phony. "I know this sounds like I'm sucking up to you because I've got a whipping coming and I need you to get me off so much . . ."

"Not at all," Judy interrupted. "I can always tell when you're not telling the truth, remember. I'm happy you're not angry at me any more, and I accept your apology." She stepped toward me and gave me a little hug, and I started crying with relief, but I was so horny that within a few seconds I was trying to rub against her, and she stepped back.

"None of that, David," Judy said in a teasing voice. "You still have a whipping coming, you know."

That deflated me effectively, but it didn't actually cause my erection to shrink, and when Judy looked significantly at the dresser containing my punishment outfits, I went to take off my clothes and put on the shorts. I wasn't able to turn completely away from Judy to hide my erection, and I was still enormously embarrassed about that, even more for some reason because of what Judy had caught me doing last night.

Judy told me to go get on the positioner, so I only had my shorts on about ten seconds before I had to drop them again and climb into position, trembling a little.

"I can experiment with how I punish you for masturbating, David, as long as the full session motivates you not to do it again. This round I'm going to try setting the sex-surge higher and higher as I go along."

Judy started the warm-up, and I was shrieking when the real slaps started. They didn't feel any different than usual, and I was bawling pretty early because I was still sore. But after a while I started noticing how sexy the slaps felt! They seemed just as hard as before, but I was interpreting them differently, as if I was getting a micro-orgasm with every slap. It became more and more sexy as it continued; my behind felt like a huge sex organ with Judy doing harsh but exciting things to it. My cries didn't get any quieter as this went on, but the tone of my voice must have changed, since I didn't know myself if I was crying with pain or excitement. When Judy stopped the slaps, my cries turned into pleading for the climax Judy could give me. I didn't really expect Judy to get me off in the middle of a punishment, but I wasn't very rational at that point. At the end of the whipping round I'd been feeling sensations I'd always associated with climax.

The positioner came down and released my restraints, and I stood up rocking my hips and gritting my teeth to keep from touching myself. I was completely oblivious to everything but the throbbing arousal I felt everywhere below my waist, and Judy had to speak loudly to get my attention. She told me to follow her over to the sofa and get over her knee in paddling position. I was terribly afraid of more frustration, but by now I'd used hours of mental exercises to make obedience automatic when Judy told me to do something, so I didn't hesitate following her. I got over Judy's knee and she told me to get my bottom up, then immediately grabbed my cock and started stroking it, goosing me at the same time, as she had Tuesday. I started humping galvanically and was back up to my normal orgasm level of Arousal almost immediately -- then I started moving quickly up through the new range of sensations I'd come to expect as part of my sexual rewards. I felt more and more intense excitement as these sensations progressed, but I was expecting Judy to stop at any second and leave me frustrated.

Then I suddenly exploded, screaming my head off as I ejaculated and relieved the frustrating pressure that had built up for the last three days. After a long mindless climax, I fell down bonelessly on Judy's lap, then lifted up quickly, remembering that I'd decided not to pass out over Judy's knee again.

Judy put her hand on my behind and rubbed it in a gentle way that still emphasized the soreness, then said, "You were so horny I decided to let you come, David. But I don't want you to think I'll always go this easy on you. I liked the way you apologized, so I thought I'd give you a reward. Let's have breakfast now, and when you've recharged your batteries I'll finish your punishment."

I understood I was going to get whipped again later, but at least Judy wasn't going to do it right after my climax. That would be extremely mean, since I wouldn't be able to sublimate any of the pain in sexual excitement. It would be like using a strong negative sex-surge on the punishment wand.

I suddenly realized that Judy had taken pity on my sexual needs right in the middle of a punishment session, an act of mercy I'd never expected, and I wanted to express what I felt.

"Could I . . . kiss you?" I asked Judy tentatively. "Just to thank you for getting me off?" I paused, then added, "You kissed me on Tuesday, and I don't have any sexual motive right now, so I thought it might be all right with Hubba for me to do it back."

Judy looked pleased and got the distant look she had when she talked with Hubba. Then she got us both standing up, and moved close to let me kiss her. She joined in when I started, and gave a happy little moan at one point, but it was mainly me controlling the kiss. I was still naked of course, but I wasn't as embarrassed as I had been, and I tried hard to avoid any contact between Judy's erogenous zones and mine. At the end I slowly began feeling embarrassed again as my erection started trying to make a reappearance, and after Judy saw me flushing she told me I could go put on my shorts.

She served a great breakfast, Eggs Benedict with Blue Mountain coffee, and Crepes Suzette for dessert. The coffee was a fabricant duplicate of Jamaica Blue Mountain, and most of the fat was a levulo isomer so it wouldn't stick to us, but I couldn't tell the difference from the real kind myself. By the end of the meal I was being careful not to stuff myself, and beginning to feel a little apprehensive. I was due to get the rest of my whipping when I felt aroused again, and three days without sex was catching up with me: I'd had a sensitive, rock-hard erection for the last ten minutes.

Judy stood up and told me she was going to use the bathroom, and I might want to use the one across the room before she continued my punishment. I obediently went to the bathroom, and after I finished urinating, Judy took several minutes to come back. I got more and more apprehensive as I waited for her; by the time she came in I was red-faced, moving from one foot to another as if I needed to use the bathroom a second time. Judy made my punishment shorts drop off and obviously enjoyed watching my blazing face, then told me to get back in the positioner. I was scared again, since Judy had said the session would motivate me not to masturbate again, and I knew I hadn't had much negative reinforcement so far. Once I was restrained in the positioner, Judy asked me if I wanted to substitute some alternate punishments for some of the sixty slaps I had left, and I agreed eagerly. I felt Judy move the positioner to an arousal position she'd used before, but with my torso slanted slightly up to make it easier to look in the wallscreen. Judy told me to watch the screen and it would remind me of what I was being punished for, then started a vid clip of me in my bed the night before.

The clip showed me naked in bed, starting to hump in my sleep. It was so embarrassing to see myself like that, with a view of Hubba thrusting it's tentacles in and out my rectum, and me getting more and more spasmodic until I finally woke up. I saw myself look closely at my bedside clock, then turn around to look at the monitor cameras with such a flushed and guilty expression that I cringed with embarrassment. Then I started to stroke off in the clip, and the system kept changing the angle of view between different monitor cameras, views from above and then from the side, focusing on my behind humping up and down with Hubba's tentacles moving in and out, switching to my face single-mindedly concentrating on getting off, and occasional views of my cock thrusting into my hand.

Judy suddenly announced that Hubba was going to duplicate my sensations in the vid clip, and when I felt Judy's fingers on my cock I gave an embarrassed cry and started humping in the positioner, watching myself doing the same thing on the wallscreen. The clip must have skipped forward a few times because it seemed only a few minutes until I reached the first hurdle. Just as that happened, Judy came up to the positioner and rubbed my behind a little with her hand, telling me what a naughty boy I was, and asking me if I was sorry I'd been so bad. I was whimpering with excitement as I watched myself failing the first hurdle.

Judy started warm-up slaps while I was still guessing hurdles in the vid clip, and when I heard Judy's voice telling me to freeze in that position, the clip froze and the positioner moved me back into punishment position, while Judy started giving me full whipping slaps with the wand. I was shrieking immediately, and bawling after about ten slaps. Judy kept it up for thirty slaps, and at the end I took nearly two minutes to stop bawling. Then she stood next to me for a few minutes while I felt returning sensitivity stinging my behind, and began the question-and-answer I hated so much.

"Are you sorry you tried to masturbate last night, David?" she asked, and gave me a slap.

"Yes, Ma'am," I cried out right after my shriek of pain.

"Are you going to do it again?"

And of course I didn't know how to answer. I didn't want to say I was going to do it again, but I knew I would if I thought I had a chance to get away with it. So I couldn't say I wasn't going to do it again, since I'd be lying and Judy would catch me. After hesitating a few seconds, Judy gave him a couple of slow slaps, speaking over my shrieks to order me to answer.

"I can't help doing it, Ma'am," I cried, when I could speak again. "I get so horny, and you've given me a chance to get away with it sometimes, so I just can't resist!"

"You could just stop masturbating and depend entirely on my rewarding you when you've been good!" Judy answered in a strict voice. "Don't you want to be good?" And I got two more slaps.

"Yes, Ma'am," I shrieked, unwilling to wait until the effect of the slaps died down. "I want to be good. I'm sorry Ma'am."

Judy paused for a moment, and I felt my buttocks wince whenever I heard her move.

"All right, David," she said. "I suppose I just have to wait until you learn better. But I'm going to help that along by having Hubba tantalize you for ten or fifteen minutes to end your session." There was a short pause for effect, and then she added, "I'm going to let you touch yourself with your hand, and you'll have a small chance to reach climax, about one in ten if you manage to come up with sufficiently erotic fantasies to get yourself off. But most likely you're just going to end up feeling very frustrated at the end. Then I'll have to decide whether to leave you that way until tomorrow."

Judy snapped the positioner into the arousal position again, and I felt Hubba start to tantalize me anally. I realized my right arm was free and I could reach down under the positioner and stroke myself. I tried to resist doing it, because of how likely it was that I would just be left frustrated at the end, but pretty soon I couldn't stop myself, and was amazed again at how embarrassing it was to do this in front of Judy.

I felt Judy's fingers as I stroked myself, and soon I got up to the level where I would have reached orgasm before Judy's training. I was trying to come up with a good fantasy, thinking about Judy watching me do this and how humiliating it was, and then I realized the positioner I was on must have been moved in the last few days, because I could see Judy leaning back against the table, facing me in one of the wall mirrors. The reflection of her head was cut off, but I could see her body from the shoulders down, watching me on display as I tried to masturbate. I got more aroused when I saw her watching me, and began humping frenetically against the tension in the positioner, fantasizing for all I was worth about Judy seeing me like this. I imagined how she might be monitoring my sensie to feel my sore behind and experience how aroused I was, and I was able to get maybe half-way through the new range of sensation, but I couldn't get all the way to climax, and I finally dropped back from that level of sensation, feeling terribly frustrated. Judy had made it clear I only had a one in ten chance!

Suddenly I saw Judy's image in the mirror stand away from the table and drop her shorts, then start stroking her pussy with her hand. I felt a new surge of arousal as I realized that since I couldn't see Judy's face, she didn't know I was watching her! After a minute Judy pulled off her top, and I felt supercharged from seeing her naked body! Then she turned away from the positioner and bent over the table with her rear sticking out and her legs spread. Her fingers were stroking her pussy, perfectly visible in this rear view, and her hips started to move up and down almost as quickly as mine.

I felt myself go nuts with arousal, watching Judy greedily to draw every last bit of erotic energy out of what was happening. I was moving closer and closer to climax, and when Judy suddenly shuddered and moved galvanically in an obvious orgasm, I felt awful that she'd been so quick and I hadn't had quite enough time to reach climax myself. Then I saw that she wasn't stopping, and I realized Judy must have multiple orgasms! I still had a chance! I kept watching Judy masturbate, thinking about her thinking about me, and each time she had a new orgasm I was a little closer, until finally, as what I thought was her fifth orgasm started, I exploded, screaming with release for the second time that morning. After her final galvanized thrusting stopped, I saw Judy turn around and pull on her shorts and top again. Then she walked up to the head of the positioner until I could see her looking at me as if she suspected something.

"Did you get off?" she asked.

"Uh, yes," I said, in what I thought sounded like a guilty voice. If she asked me the right questions, I'd have to tell her what I'd seen.

But Judy laughed, "Well, congratulations on succeeding with your one in ten chance!" Then Judy lowered the positioner and released my restraints, and I was free to get dressed.