I looked in on David occasionally Tuesday night as he read my diary extracts and then played the sensie I'd given him, a little surprised that he didn't think he had any homework to do. When Hubba told me David was going to bed, I put his vid up on my wallscreen and started the sensie feed to learn what reaction he'd had.
He was very mad at me!
I couldn't quite get the details from his surface thoughts, but I noticed an undercurrent that he thought I wasn't a trustworthy psychological agent! After he got undressed for bed, he glared defiantly at the room monitors and made his erection go down, as if to say that I wasn't worth getting an erection for.
I was quite hurt by his attitude, coming just as I'd thought David and I were becoming close. I hadn't even punished him today -- just duplicated his masturbation fantasy and gotten him off! Why was he so mad at me? But by the time I thought of asking David, he was asleep, so it looked like I'd have to wait until I saw him the next day. Then I realized that was stupid and activated David's room speakers, putting him in Deep O-Mode before he even woke up properly. I found out what was bothering him, and some of it was a mistake: he thought I was whipping him as hard as I could within training parameters, and that I'd forced him to a dangerous Arousal level!
Some of what he'd figured out was true though. He'd learned from my sensie how much I enjoyed punishing him, and he was very angry about it. I'd never tried to keep that a secret from him of course, and he hadn't been mad about it before! He'd also figured out that I masturbated between his first and second whipping round, since he could feel how wet I was afterward. It was stupid of me not to realize he'd notice that. He'd also guessed I was playing his sensie while I masturbated, experiencing his sore bottom to turn myself on. I had to admit that I could understand how he'd resent that!
The only lesson he'd taken from reading my diary extracts was that I was messed up psychologically myself, and must be unqualified to be his psychological agent. That part really upset me, since I'd thought David was going to be sympathetic when he learned about my ordeal as a young girl. Instead he'd just decided I was incompetent to be in charge of him.
So I was kind of depressed in school on Wednesday. David missed his regular lunch in the cafeteria to avoid me, and when I got home after school he was in my apartment wearing his punishment shorts again. I told him I knew he was mad at me, and tried to let him talk his feelings out, but when he compared what I was doing to what Caspar did to me, I couldn't keep from crying. At least he retracted that when I appealed to his fairness, but then he pointed out I'd never thought of him as a real person while I was punishing him. I realized that was probably true and felt kind of bad about it, but I made it clear that I thought of him as a person at other times.
At the end, he sounded more mature than I'd expected, saying he wanted to try to keep his dignity even when I whipped him, and asking me not to degrade him the way I'd been doing by teasing him. I thought that was a reasonable request, so I agreed. I was kind of angry myself by then, and I tried to be careful not to take it out on David. In fact I leaned over backward to be fair about the whipping he had coming. When it was over, David was determined not to ask me to get him off and started putting on his clothes without speaking. I wanted to clarify my own feelings at that point, and I told him I wasn't going to get him off anyway until he stopped thinking of me as his enemy; I was glad Hubba concurred that I should do that, because it was certainly what I felt.
I didn't feel at all like masturbating when I got into my bedroom. I was somewhat aroused from David's session, but I was too upset at what he'd said to do anything about it. I decided that I needed to seek some advice.
I said, "Zapraddy. Phone Linda Fechtenbaum," and got a personalized message she'd left for me, with a schedule lookup. The message said she'd be phoning me back in a little less than two hours, so I filled in the time re-editing the sensie I'd given David, using Hubba to locate the parts I'd left out in the first version, showing how I'd protected him during the session.
When the phone beeped my tune I saw Linda on the other end, and plunged right in.
"I, uh, had some bad experiences when I was growing up, from the time I was fifteen until I was almost seventeen," I said quickly. "My Stepfather used to punish me whenever my Mom was away. It was obviously sexual, and when my Mom found out, she divorced him and he got criminal conditioning. I had a year of Deep Therapy, and I'm supposed to be cured now, but what I'm worried about is that I might be unfit to be David's psychological agent. Can you tell me?"
"Huh!" Linda said, looking startled, but already working at her console. After a minute, she said, "Well, that's probably where you get your high S&M index, but that's not considered a psychological problem unless it goes too far, and it doesn't in your case." Then Linda put up some graphical displays in split-screen.
"This is from your school record," she said. "It takes extremely complex analysis to get this result, so you don't have to worry about non-qualified people seeing it, but two to a three and a half years ago on this time-scale you were obviously undergoing some traumatic events. Then, uh . . . a bit over two years, that stopped and you had a lot of healing input. It's difficult to see any remaining trauma now -- there might be some, but it would be trivial, and I'm sure you've been trained to root something like that out as soon as you notice it, right?"
"Yes," I said, "I find a problem every month or so where I'm connecting some situation to what my Stepfather used to do, and I extinguish it the way I was taught."
The graphs disappeared and Linda spoke decisively: "The important thing is that your Maturity Index is high adult, second percentile in the population. When you applied as a trainee psychological agent, everything in your history was taken into account. They use a Tetrabrain AI for applications like this, so it's basically impossible that anything about your history was missed or overlooked."
I took a deep breath of relief, and Linda looked at me quizzically. "Why are you suddenly so concerned about this?"
"I, uh, David said he wanted to understand me better yesterday -- you know, he was getting into the phase where he was fascinated with me." I felt a little embarrassed but went on quickly: "So he asked if he could read my diaries, and I edited them to leave out the really awful parts and let him have the extracts, and I also gave him, ah, an edited sensie recording of what I was feeling during his first punishment session."
I was flushing now as Linda rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, looking impatient with what she obviously considered unprofessional behavior. But I needed her advice and didn't want to hold anything important back, so I con- tinued explaining how David got mad at me and why. Linda took all this in carefully and looked thoughtful for a moment before she spoke.
"Have you had a session with David since he got mad at you?" And when I nodded, she went on, "And did you deny him sex afterward?" I nodded again and she leaned back in her chair, looking less concerned.
"OK," she said. "Nothing to worry about. This sort of approach-avoidance behavior is normal in early corrective training. One day you're a Goddess and the next day you're Slime. It'll all even out as you get to the end of Phase One, and by then you'll be the center of the universe as far as David's concerned. Basically, he's rebelling right now against the close control you have over him; he'll adjust to it in another few weeks."
Linda sounded thoughtful as she went on, "It's a little unusual to have him get so mad at you this early, but you speeded things up by letting him learn so much about you. Training subjects usually construct an unrealistic picture that their psychological agent is perfect, without a blemish, and finding out you're human is a shock. But there's no harm done. It might even be good for his training in the end to be more realistic at this early stage."
"How about the sensie?" I asked. "He felt how I was aroused by punishing him, and he's angry about that too. He thinks I demeaned his dignity for my own pleasure!"
Linda smiled. "Boys David's age are always very sensitive about their dignity. But it's nothing to be too concerned about -- I'm sure David will be thinking almost entirely with his cock in a day or so, and as long as you continue to withhold sexual gratification, he'll soon talk himself out of his resentment. He's not stupid, so he'll figure out how much he needs your good opinion. This is exactly the way corrective training is supposed to work you know: it's why we have the strong sexual component."
"So he'll stop resenting how I enjoy punishing him?" I asked. "I mean that actually seems like a rational way to feel."
Linda looked thoughtful. "I remember David has a strong S&M orientation himself, enough of a masochistic streak so that once he talks himself into liking you again, the fact that you enjoy punishing him will just seem erotic to him. That's probably why you weren't more careful about letting him know the way you felt in the first place, right? Have you been examining his sex fantasies in Deep O-Mode?"
I said I had, and also in sensie recordings. Since David's main fantasy was having me punish him, we agreed everything was fine. Then I remembered a more general question I'd been wanting to ask.
"I've been wondering why all Citizens have to be given Trance conditioning. It can cause a lot of trouble, like what David did to Diane when he learned her keycode. And there must be other dangers."
Linda rolled her eyes up again. "Oh, please! I get that argument all the time from my patients: young males dead set against Trance conditioning because it's what I use to punish them. Surely you've learned all about this in Civics! There was a long debate between the AI Council and human ethicists about it, but everyone eventually accepted the evidence that there were more advantages than disadvantages to conditioning."
Linda waited for my reaction, and when I nodded hesitantly she went on. "The most obvious advantage is improved parenting. Many parents used to abuse their children, and an even larger number were indifferent or ignorant, so young people they raised grew up neglected and ended up robbing and killing. It was a vicious cycle, because children who were raised badly became equally bad parents. That's all impossible now that we require informed parental conditioning for child-bearing licenses. Universal Conditioning has led to a tremendous surge in IQ Spectra and Maturity Indexes! And everyone agrees that Altruism is on the upswing, even though we can't measure it precisely. I hope to see a society in my lifetime where everyone lives by the golden rule, a counter-example to the Warlord-States prevalent in so much of the world!"
Linda paused, and asked in a more diffident tone, "Your stepfather didn't have your keycode, did he?"
"No," I answered. "He didn't have a high enough Maturity Index. Mom knew he was immature in a lot of ways, and she put up with it until she found out what he was doing to me, but naturally she never told him my keycode."
Linda nodded. "In fact she couldn't: her parental conditioning would stop her. Your stepfather must have been a common-law husband; if he'd been registered he wouldn't have been able to do anything to hurt you either. I'm still surprised it took the school so long to track down your problem, even though you didn't have any illicit compulsions."
"But how about the way David learned his step-mother's keycode and started controlling her?" I asked. "Doesn't that happen a lot?"
"Not at all!" Linda said forcefully. "It's very rare, in spite of what you see on the interactive dramas! David is quite an exceptional case, a genius at hacking Homebrains. Your stepfather wasn't able to learn your keycode even as a co-owner of the house with adult homebrain privileges, right? Don't you think he would have tried?"
I nodded, remembering my nightmares about that.
"Using a keycode for selfish reasons is a serious crime of course," Linda went on. "And everyone gets tested at random about once every three months by high-level AI's to make sure they're not carrying compulsions against their will."
I hadn't known that. Maybe Caspar would actually have been caught quicker if he'd learned my keycode. But I had another question.
"Well what about the AI's then, if they decide they want to control us? They know all our keycodes, and we'd be sitting ducks!"
"If the AI's ever decide they want to take us over," Linda answered, "we'd be sunk no matter what we did. We'd be like house pets trying to keep our owners from neutering us. There's a whole field of science devoted to safeguarding AI's, with techniques independently developed and validated by the top AI brains in a blind segmentation method so their results can be checked like trapdoor encryption and they can't cooperate to fool the stupid humans. I worry a lot myself that the safeguards might fail sometime, but that doesn't have anything to do with Trance conditioning."
Linda looked at me carefully, still not sure I was convinced. "Look at the medical uses of Trance conditioning! Think of the Deep O-Mode therapy you had that turned a crippling trauma into a problem that could be cleared up in a year. Education! Mental disciplines! We can release criminals after criminal conditioning because they can't commit new crimes. And most of them adjust to that and become model citizens! Believe me, it wasn't always that way! Public servants get minor compulsions so they can't throw trillions of dollars to corrupt businessmen to get 'campaign contributions', or just plain bribes! Society is so much better than it used to be, there's no comparison!"
Well, of course she was right, I'd just been feeling depressed. "Thanks for reassuring me, Linda," I said. "I'm sorry if I sound like a nullhead."
"Don't worry. You're a nice kid, and I'm sorry I sounded impatient with you for raising questions about Trance conditioning."
Linda looked pensive for a moment and then smiled suddenly. "My advice to you is just be a little distant with David for awhile, don't increase his whippings or anything, but don't let him get any sexual relief either. I guarantee that by Friday or Saturday he'll be apologizing to you for what he said and eager to please you any way he can. He ought to be as cute as a puppy in a few more weeks. But I also advise you not to identify too closely with him emotionally, or you'll find it difficult to supervise his training. The end of Phase One will be really tough on him you know, so try to keep what distance you can until that's over."
We talked a little more about the punishment wand pain level I was using on David. Linda thought I was awfully easy on him, but when I asked if staying at these lower levels might prolong his training, she said she didn't think so. She always used the high-median recommended pain level, and 94 or 95 Arousal to tantalize training subjects, because she had to get everything out of the way in one ninety-minute daily session. But I could spend more time watching David, and since he was wearing a personal Hubba-2 to oversee him constantly, something she couldn't afford with most subjects, she was sure that what I was doing was at least as effective as her own training approach. She added that I should stop worrying so much about doing the right thing. I was probably David's ideal psychological agent, and if he knew the alternatives he'd pray for someone as soft-hearted as I was.
But I'd never told Linda about the Surreptitious Masturbation Variation I was using in David's training. Everything I'd learned since I got Hubba to agree to it made me feel guilty about how mean it was to tantalize David like that every morning and then leave him frustrated. But by now I'd become so addicted to playing David's wet dream and illicit masturbation sensies, that I couldn't bring myself to let him out of it! 'Hubba allowed it!' I kept thinking, reassuring myself that the variation was valid training. But I was pretty sure Linda wouldn't think I was such a soft-hearted psychological agent if she knew about that.
I gave David my new sensie recording with the index to the added scenes late Wednesday afternoon, but he was still very mad at me and I learned from his thoughts that he was going to throw it away as soon as he was out of sight. I told him he'd better not do that -- I made it a little bit of a threat -- so he'd still have the recording if he changed his mind later. I figured I'd know when David was losing his resolve to resist me when he finally played it, so I asked Hubba to notify me when that happened.
David was scheduled to masturbate successfully Wednesday night, but only after losing one hurdle in the guessing game. I thought about it and decided I'd let him do it. The lessons he got about masturbating would motivate him to learn mental discipline better in the long run, and I figured he'd be horny again within a day if I didn't do anything myself. On Friday night he'd be due to get caught masturbating, so he wouldn't be getting any relief after that until I gave it to him.
The next day, Thursday, David had twenty slaps coming for losing the first hurdle, and I decided to give him another ten for forgetting his exercise session. He'd missed it because he was behind on his homework. Of course he'd never really thought about getting homework assignments in before -- I didn't know how long it would take him to establish good work habits, but I needed to encourage him. I put him on the positioner and gave him thirty slaps, then waited a minute or so after he finished bawling and got dressed to see if he wanted to talk to me. He ignored me after he had his clothes on, so I went to my room, feeling a little depressed again. I didn't pass up masturbating, though -- I did it right away. I still needed to do it two or three times a day even while David was mad at me, and the frequency went up again after he made up. I didn't let David reach orgasm Thursday night.
David was good Friday, and when he got to my apartment I was surprised to learn that his Arousal level was seventy-nine, yet he wasn't begging me now to get him off, as I knew I would have done in his place no matter how much I wanted to stay mad. In fact, he was still firmly resisting any inclination to make friends with me.
I found out after I put David in Deep O-Mode that he'd reached Pre-Adept level in Mental Discipline that day, so he was able to create a mental distance from his perception of arousal. I started to worry that David was going to be a tougher nut to crack than Linda thought. She'd probably never had a patient who could go from Neophyte to Pre-Adept level in mental discipline in less than a week! But Hubba told me there was no reason for concern, since it could overcome even Full-Adept body control by imposing strong feelings of arousal.
I decided I wanted to bring things to a head quickly, and told Hubba to stimulated David Friday night after he finished work at his console, until he was willing to give in and play my ADT. Hubba would use the same kind of subtle stimulation it gave David in the morning, just a little extra anal intrusion to encourage an erection and a slight slippery resistance in the sheath around his penis; Hubba assured me that this would be too subtle for David to detect even if he got suspicious, since he'd just blame himself for thinking about sex too much, and believe that Hubba was simply responding to that. I decided I needed a break from my constant oversight, so I told Hubba to be extra sure that David was too apprehensive about getting caught to try to masturbate before going to sleep.
Friday night, I went out with my friends and didn't return home until 11:30. When I arrived at my apartment, I learned that David had finally played my new sensie after Hubba brought his background Arousal level up to 82. I reviewed David's sensie recording from immediately afterward, and learned that he was convinced I was his protector again and was eager to apologize. His motivation for playing the sensie that evening was just what Linda said: he'd gotten so horny he knew he had to get my cooperation to get off. But I was gratified that when he learned how I'd protected him during his first session, he was sincerely sorry for misjudging me. He knew it made me feel bad to have him angry at me, and he was so attached to me now that he felt guilty. Not bad! It was the first time I'd ever seen him actually sorry he'd hurt someone's feelings. First of many, I hoped.
I almost passed up catching him masturbating on Friday night so it wouldn't complicate his apology on Saturday, but then I figured we could get it all done in one day. I could go pretty easy on him for masturbating, so his punishment wouldn't be too terrible. I had Hubba wake him up humping against the mattress with his time set to one-thirty, figuring he'd want to stroke off so much he wouldn't worry that it was earlier than usual. Sure enough, when he woke up he immediately started trying to get off by hand. It was cute that it took him so long, and he was sooo single-minded about it near the end. I didn't get tired of watching this. I was looking at his butt going up and down, experiencing his sensie and thinking about getting off myself, when I realized I had to talk to him in a few minutes. I'd have to wait to get off, so I turned David's sensie intensity way down.
When David got to the first hurdle, he guessed wrong. Of course it was easy for Hubba to cheat, since David had to guess before the number was chosen; Hubba actually determined when David won or lost according to a predetermined sequence. The sequence was going to demonstrate a statistical trend over time toward less and less chance of success, something he'd be able to recognize when he learned the right kind of mental discipline, called Consequences, but he'd be kept from figuring out that Hubba was cheating. Eventually he'd have to give up masturbating, and depend on me entirely. Learning this would raise his opinion of the Consequences discipline too, and it was an important to reinforce that because it would let David figure out how to act in his best interest at other times, a skill he was almost totally lacking right now.
David guessed right on the second hurdle and I allowed him to hump for a minute to increase his excitement and let him think he'd gotten away with it, then I used O-Mode to freeze him in place with his butt in the air. When I announced I'd caught him at it over the room speakers, the humiliation I felt through his sensie made me weak with excitement; this wasn't quite as mean as it seemed, since I knew David himself would think being caught in the act was sexy in retrospect! Then I had Hubba tie David in position against the bed with some of it's tentacles and give him a short whipping with its tentacles. He squealed quite satisfactorily until Hubba finished. I told David what he had coming in the morning, and turned off the speakers.
I played back the sensie from when David woke up and got into the action with my own unladylike humping. When he heard my voice and realized I'd caught him, his embarrassment at full intensity almost made me wet my bed! I got off while Hubba was whipping him, kind of tough to take since I was experiencing it at full strength, but I could sublimate almost all of it.
Saturday morning, David got over to my apartment at seven-thirty, with a lot of complicated emotions on his face. I'd told him to come early and skip breakfast, since I figured we could have breakfast together. When David arrived, I could see he was in heat, dying to reach orgasm: his resting Arousal level was up to 81, even without Hubba stimulating him! But of course he realized he had a whipping coming before I'd do anything about it. After a short pause, he started apologizing about the way he'd been blaming me for everything.
"I'm sorry, Judy - uh, ma'am, for being so . . . resentful and mean the last few days. I played your DT last night, so I know I was wrong about what I thought. . ." He went on like he'd memorized what he was going to say, and at the end he looked unhappy.
"I know this just 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, David," I interrupted, "I can always tell when you're lying, remember. I'm happy you're not angry at me any more, and I accept your apology." I stepped forward and gave him a little hug, and he started crying as he thanked me, but he was so horny that within a few seconds he was trying to rub against me, so I stepped back.
"None of that, David," I said teasingly. "You still have a whipping coming you know."
David looked scared, but he went and took off his clothes to put on his punishment shorts. He couldn't turn completely away from me to hide his erection, and he was at just as embarrassed having me see him this way as he'd been the first time I made him undress. I learned from Hubba that David's emotions from last night when he got caught masturbating was part of his embarrassment overlay now, although only at a reduced intensity since it was so extreme.
I told David to get on the positioner, and at the end when I didn't drop his shorts, he did it himself and climbed into whipping position, trembling a little. The rules for a whipping when David was caught masturbating were different than normal punishments. I could put as much sex-surge on the wand as I wanted, and give him some other sexual treats, as long as the punishment would still discourage him from getting caught masturbating again. I told Hubba do slowly build up the Sex Surge from the normal whipping level of 35 to 85 at the end. That should make him super horny by the time the whipping round finished, probably even give him an erection while it was going on.
I started the warm-up, and then gave him thirty slaps. He was a little sore to begin with because of the whipping Hubba gave him last night, so he was bawling early and was quite full-throated for awhile. But toward the middle of the whipping his voice took on a different tone, like he wasn't sure what he was crying about, pain or excitement. At the end of the round he had a nice sore butt and an urgent erection, with an Arousal rating of 85!
I let his restraints loose and brought the positioner down to the ground, and when he stood up, rocking his hips, I had to speak loudly to capture his attention and tell him to follow me over to my sofa and get over my knee. David wasn't sure what was happening, but he didn't hesitate to do what he was told, rocking his hips as he moved. Once he was over my knee I told him to get his butt up, but I didn't paddle him. I immediately grabbed his cock and started stroking it, goosing him at the same time as I had a few days ago. I let Hubba cut the buildup short, but still long enough to make him frantic, and he reached climax in about two minutes. He screamed his head off when he ejaculated and dropped bonelessly onto my lap again, then lifted himself up quickly because he'd decided he shouldn't do that.
"You were just too horny to punish any more without a chance to come, David," I said in a friendly voice, stroking his bottom lightly. "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." It would be terribly mean to whip him when he wasn't feeling sexy, of course, like putting a strong negative sex-surge on the punishment wand.
David looked stunned that I'd taken pity on him in the middle of a session, and he suddenly asked tentatively if he could kiss me. He said I'd done it to him before, and he didn't have any sexual motive right now, so was it all right to do it back -- to thank me? Hubba agreed that this would fit in with his therapy as long as I didn't initiate it, so I stood up and let him kiss me for thirty seconds. It was really sweet, since he was trying hard not to touch any of my sexy parts, but at the end I increased his embarrassment again, and when he started flushing I told him he could go put on his shorts.
I'd decided we should have something nice for breakfast, so I went to the temporal in the large kitchen and got out some low-fat Eggs Benedict, with Crepes Suzette for dessert. I flashed the food and brought it back to the table, and David had already set out places, even though I hadn't assigned him to do it. We had some NewFruit juice before the eggs and coffee, and by the end of the meal I felt stuffed. David was beginning to look a little apprehensive by that time, so I checked his Arousal and it was in the seventies again. He'd had an erection for the last ten minutes. Of course he hadn't been able to get off since Wednesday night, and with one climax on Saturday morning, I'd expected him to get horny again quickly.
I stood up and told him I was going to use my bathroom, and he might want to use the one here before I continued his punishment. He got red-faced and obediently walked toward the bathroom door. I went to my room and peed quickly, then put on the new sensie thong I'd bought. It was basically a regular sensie suit, except that it didn't obstruct a view of the body. It was just a belt with a couple of loops of what looked like thin rubber tubing. One of the loops went down into the crotch, fitting into the cracks in my butt and vagina, and the other one came from the rear of the belt and went up around my neck in front, to the left and right of my breasts. The thong actually had to make a lot more contact around my breasts and ass than what was visible, but everything except the tubing was transparent membrane, almost invisible, that would spread out over my skin after I put it on. Thongs like this were used by X-rated sensie starlets when they made sensies with companion vid clips.
When I came back into the room, David was standing red-faced, moving from one foot to another. I dropped his punishment shorts and enjoyed watching him for a moment, then told him to get back in the positioner. He looked scared again, more than I'd expected after the mild punishment I'd given him so far. Once he was in the positioner, I asked him if he wanted to substitute some alternate punishments for the sixty slaps he had left, and he agreed eagerly. I slanted the positioner back to an arousal position that put the wallscreen directly in his line of sight, then told him to watch the screen and it would remind him what he was being punished for. After a pause, I started the vid clip of him trying to stroke off last night.
The view started with David beginning to hump on the bed in his sleep, and went on for a few minutes until he woke up. He sat up and looked closely at his bedside clock, then turned around to look at the monitor cameras with a flushed and guilty expression, as if to determine if he was being watched. I thought his guilty expression was a tremendous turn-on! I was monitoring David on the positioner at low intensity, and when he saw himself trying to check out the cameras, he was nearly as embarrassed as he'd been when I'd caught him at it last night. He'd known I kept vid clips, of course, but the reality of watching himself like this while he had punishment coming made everything much more immediate!
David started to stroke off in the clip, and the system kept changing the angle of view between different monitor cameras to get the most erotic angles. I told David I was going to have Hubba duplicate the sensations he'd felt during this, and when Hubba started tantalizing him David gave a humiliated cry. After a minute of trying to resist, he began humping in the positioner. I skipped the clip forward a few times so he was only stimulated for five or six minutes, and after he was up to 87 Arousal I put my hand down and massaged his ass a little, telling him what a naughty boy he was, and asking him if he was sorry he'd been so bad. He was whimpering with excitement, totally inarticulate, as he reached the first hurdle he'd failed last night.
When I checked with Hubba I learned that the plan I had for going easy on David again during this whipping round wasn't going to work. I had to give him a normal whipping round with the sex-surge at thirty-five to provide enough of a disincentive. So I started the warm-up while he was still going over the hurdles in the vid clip, and after he got caught, I froze the clip and snapped David into punishment position again, then started whipping him with the wand. In spite of how excited I'd made him, he didn't sublimate the whipping very well. He was shrieking immediately, and bawling after about ten slaps. I kept it up to the count of thirty, and at the end he took awhile to stop wailing. I stood next to him and waited a few minutes, until his buttocks were sensitiveagain, then I continued with a short third round.
"Are you sorry you tried to masturbate last night, David?" I asked, and gave him a smack.
"Yes, ma'am," David cried out right after his shriek of pain.
"Are you going to do it again?"
And of course David didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to say he was going to do it again, but he knew he would if he thought he had a chance to get away with it. So if he said he wasn't going to do it again, he'd be lying and I'd catch him. After he hesitated a few seconds, I gave him a few more slaps, ordering him to answer.
"I can't help doing it, ma'am," he cried after he stopped wailing, "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!" I answered in a strict voice, "Don't you want to be good?" And I gave him two more.
"Yes, ma'am," he shrieked. "I want to be good. I'm sorry ma'am."
I paused for a moment, and I could see David's butt wincing whenever he heard me move. Nice and red too, and I started monitoring him again to experience how it felt.
"All right, David," I 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." I paused again for effect, and then added, "I'm going to let you touch yourself and have a small chance to reach climax, about one in ten if you manage to come up with an erotic enough fantasy to get yourself off. But it's most likely that you just end up feeling very frustrated. Then I'll have to decide whether to leave you that way until tomorrow."
I made the positioner flexible again, and moved David into the reclining arousal position. Then I started having Hubba tantalize him, bringing him quickly to the masturbation stage when he was three minutes from climax. I released David's right arm, and he tried to resist touching himself but couldnt resist very long. Within thirty seconds he had an Arousal rating of almost 90!. I walked to the table behind him and sat down, watching David humping frenetically against the tension in the positioner while I tuned his sensie to higher intensity again. David was fantasizing for all he was worth, thinking about his sore behind and how completely I controlled him. He pictured me watching him right now, and imagined how I might be monitoring his sensie to feel his sore behind and sexual excitement. His Arousal rating kept going higher for awhile as he thought about me, then dropped back when his invention flagged.
He was nearly ready to give up and try not to touch himself, thinking he wouldn't be able to come, when I suddenly stood up and dropped my shorts, then started stroking myself lightly. After a minute I stopped and pulled off my top, then turned away from the positioner and bent over the table with my rear toward David, looking basically naked in my new sensie thong.
I'd always gone around the other side of the table before when I did this, so I could watch David's red bottom, but I had a reason for facing away from him this time. I'd put down a new carpet runner the previous day and told the Manufact that did the job to move the positioner slightly as it put down the runner. If David had noticed it, it hadn't registered, but from where David was positioned now he could see my reflection in one of the mirrors on the wall. And in fact I knew from David's sensie that he'd seen me as soon as I stood up and dropped my shorts, and was now concentrating single-mindedly on watching my rear in the mirror. With David watching, I spread my legs in my bent over position so my pussy was perfectly visible to him, then put my middle finger in view and started tantalizing myself through the hole in the membrane of the thong.
David went nuts with arousal, up to 90 immediately, and I told Hubba to let him progress into the 90's and get off just as I had my last orgasm. I reduced his sensie intensity so his augmented sexual sensation wouldn't overpower me, but kept a monitor on David's thoughts. It took about two minutes to get my first orgasm, only that long because I dragged it out. This was the most erotic thing I'd ever done in my life, and when I started coming, it was unbelievable. I focused in on David whenever I could spare a brain cell from what I was doing, and felt how excited he was watching me while he got tantalized by Hubba. I kept having more orgasms, one after another, until I was dripping wet, and as my fifth started Hubba told me that David was about to come. As I was finishing I heard David yelling, and after about a minute I turned around and pulled my shorts and top on again. David was lying still on the positioner, and I walked forward to where he could see me. Then I looked at him questioningly, as if I suspected something.
"Did you get off?" I asked.
"Uh, yes ma'am," he answered, sounding guilty.
I didn't want to ask him any hard questions. He knew he couldn't lie, but if I didn't force him to tell me what he'd seen, I'd be able to do this again.
"Well, congratulations on succeeding with your one in ten chance!"
I could feel his relief at getting away with it as I released his restraints and lowered the positioner. Then I told him he was free to get dressed.
When I got to my room, I phoned Diane and told her I'd spent forty-two hours on David's training since the previous Saturday.
"I'm sorry it's so much," I said, "I'm sure it'll go down a lot after David's father gets home so I'm not on call most of Saturday and Sunday."
"Don't worry about the hours!" Diane sounded exuberant. "I knew it would take a lot of effort to keep David occupied through the weekend, and you've been doing a wonderful job! I'm so grateful for what you've accomplished already that I want to give you a bonus."
"Please, Diane, I don't want you to feel you have to give me a bonus. I'm getting paid quite well for the work I have to put in, and I'm happy you're pleased with what I've done."
Diane was nodding happily, "David's been acting like an angel at home. He's been really nice to Judy too, and of course Judy's just overjoyed about that boy you found for her -- Charlie O'Hara?" I nodded, and Diane went on.
"And according to David's school he's actually caught up on his homework in all his courses! He's always missed turning in homework in courses he's bored with! How were you able to make him finish his assignments?"
I flushed. "Well . . . you know, Diane . . . I told him he'd get ten slaps for every homework he missed turning in on time."
"Oh." Diane looked worried. "Have you had to punish him a lot to get him to turn in his homework?"
"Oh, no!" I answered quickly. "I haven't had to punish him once for that! Just the threat was enough!"
Diane registered relief. "Well it's really worked, and I'm sorry we haven't used training like this before. I just hope it's happening early enough so the colleges he applies to can take his improvement into account."
I knew David had received nearly perfect scores on the Sixth Year Standard Exams in Math and CS, so I could hardly keep from laughing at the idea that any college wouldn't kill to get him.
Diane went on to tell me I was getting forty hours pay as a bonus, overriding my objections, and she immediately transferred the money into my account. When she signed off, and I realized how much money I'd just earned, I calculated that in four more weeks I'd be able to pay for a Hubba-2, even if my working hours went down to thirty a week. I decided that I deserved some instant gratification for a change, and contacted Mom at her office to arrange a loan. After she agreed, I ordered the Hubba-2 for myself. With expedited delivery, I'd have it before midnight, and I was looking forward to putting it to good use. Now I could experience David's heightened erotic states without being forced to come while he was just starting!
After I calmed down, I started working through some of the details of the training tutorial to learn more about Phase One Climaxing. It was only four weeks away now, and I knew it was going to be a very hard period for David. I knew I was supposed to keep an emotional distance from David until it was over, but I didn't have much hope of doing that any more!