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Trainingware

By: diriger



First of nine parts.

**WARNING** This story has situations where painful discipline is associated with sexual arousal. If you find this offensive, please read no further!

Copyright 2006 by F. Diriger

bd: bondage and/or discipline fd: female dominant mc: mind control nc: non-consensual sf: science fiction

Story: A young woman in 2091 is hired by parents of a young man to provide disciplinary training; the technology for this has become extremely advanced!

-1- David

In the kitchen I got a cup and put in a tea bag, then flashed some water into it and sat down at the table. Diane seemed preoccupied while I was making tea, but when I moved toward the table she looked up at me and smiled.

"You didn't work very long," she said. She seemed a bit distracted as she spoke, like she had something else on her mind.

"Well, I finished one of the things I had to do," I answered. "So I thought I'd come and have some tea with you after all."

Diane's distraction increased as she tried to make conversation with me for the next several minutes, and when she finally got up from the table she gave the impression somehow of being extremely aware of her body. She told me rather abruptly that she had to do something and left the kitchen. I followed her upstairs to her room a minute later and saw the privacy light on her door, then went to my room and pulled out my viewer just in time to see her take something from a high shelf at the back of her closet. I hadn't looked there when I was searching the room a few months earlier -- it was Dad's room too, so I was probably less thorough than I would have been normally -- and I'd been too nervous an hour ago to ask Diane about her sex toys in Deep O-Mode. She was my stepmother, after all, and I was worried about doing anything too obvious that she might notice later, like keeping her in Trance too long.

I'd found it nerve-racking enough using her Keycode to create a compulsion that she wouldn't notice the homebrain's report of a security breach. The first time I'd hacked into the homebrain back in June to watch Diane, the security routine detected my modifications and I got caught. Dad and Diane decided to send me to a psychological agent after they found out.

     *  *  *

I didn't try to get out of psychological training right away, even though I've never had any trouble talking Dad around to what I want within a day or so. Dad was obviously upset by the nude vid-clips I'd taken of Diane and my step-sister Gwynn, so I decided to play along with what they told me to do until he and Diane calmed down. I expected the training sessions to be kind of boring, just a lot of mental training exercises to improve my maturity level, exercises I'd mostly avoided during my first six years of high school. Having my training overseen didn't worry me. Sessions with my psychological agent only lasted seventy-five minutes a day, and I could always find an excuse to avoid doing homework.

I thought it was odd we all had to show up at the agent's office on the first day to get Bonded so we couldn't reveal any details of the training, but I didn't expect to be talking about this anyway. It was embarrassing actually, since juvenile involuntaries were sent to psychological training when they got sentenced, and it wasn't any picnic for them since the psychological agent used O-Mode compulsion, and I'd heard rumors of negative reinforcement if an involuntary didn't follow directions without compulsion. I wasn't guilty of any crimes, so I expected to keep my autonomy, but I figured the AI Council wanted some of the details of training kept secret. I hadn't been able to find anything about it on the VirtWeb, not even on the hackers' sites, so there had to be very strong security. I didn't worry about this at the time though. In fact after our first visit when I got a look at my agent, I started looking forward to my sessions!

My psychological agent was Linda Fechtenbaum, a strikingly pretty woman who'd just finished college. She looked even younger than she was, and I felt attracted to her immediately. After a few sessions, I thought she also felt that way about me, not too surprising since people are always telling me how good looking I am. Most of the time, Linda sounded very professional, but sometimes her eyes would suddenly focus on my crotch or my butt and her voice, still talking about trivia, would take on a sultry, teasing tone. When I'd notice this, I'd start flushing and getting an erection, and she'd immediately return to acting totally professional. But she had a slightly smug expression afterward, as if she knew what she was doing and enjoyed the way it affected me. Once I was convinced she was doing it purposely, I started having serious fantasies about her every night. Since she was usually so bossy, trying to impose her authority during the sessions, in my fantasies I turned the tables and dominated HER, picturing what I'd do to her at the BAD SOMA VirtSite if she lost a high-forfeit bet!

Most of the time I spent in sessions wasn't very stimulating though. Linda gave me dull tests and assigned me interactive mental exercises to do at home. I resisted, of course, since I was proud of not knuckling under to authority. I was always getting into mild scrapes in school because of that, but I could usually avoid real trouble since I was good at talking my way out of things. I was also the youngest kid at my class level at school, a child-prodigy at 18 in all the technical subjects, so most teachers made allowances.

Linda didn't seem angry when I resisted her direction, but she didn't stop trying to get me to cooperate either, and I couldn't kid her along the way I did with my teachers. As my psychological agent she knew my Keycode, and her job was to understand all my motivations, so she spent a lot of time examining my memories in deep O-Mode at the beginning of every session. I was resigned to this in a general way, but I got a shock when Linda told me one day that she was aware of my erotic fantasies about her. She said she didn't think it was appropriate for me to be viewing her erotically, and my fantasies about dominating her denigrated her authority role. My face got very hot while she was talking, since I'd never had anybody pry into my private thoughts that way, but I noticed she still didn't really sound angry. In fact her voice sounded kind of mischievous, almost teasing, as if she was saying I was a bad boy and wondering what she was going to do with me. Then she made a remark in the same tone of voice that shocked me a little.

"You know, David, most of the training subjects who come to see me are subject to physical correction." Linda smiled and looked at me carefully. "I punish them if they don't follow my instructions."

Her words worried me. I knew what she was saying was probably true when she dealt with involuntary discipline subjects, and I'd seen rumors on the VirtWeb about physical punishment. But of course I'd never committed any crimes, and Linda was still smiling, so I decided she was probably just teasing me again.

"But those are involuntaries you're talking about, right? I'm here as a private patient, so you don't have that kind of authority over me. You're just trying to make me nervous so I'll follow your orders. Am I right?"

Linda sat smiling at me for several seconds without responding, and I found myself becoming increasingly apprehensive.

"Come on, Linda!" I said. "You've brought up a very scary scenario, and I want to know if you're seriously claiming that you have authority to punish me."

"I didn't say I was going to punish you right now," Linda answered, with a teasing emphasis on 'right now', as if punishment was only being postponed. "I haven't established a psychological baseline for you yet, so I won't know what training option is appropriate until I've finished."

"You're not answering my question!" I said. "Do you have the AUTHORITY to punish me?"

"No, I don't have that authority at this time," she said flatly.

I felt a certain amount of relief and started to ask what she meant by saying, "at this time," but she got ahead of me.

"And I'm not going to answer any hypothetical questions about what training option you're likely to have, and what kind of authority I'll have over you once that's been settled. Why don't you just try to be more cooperative, and follow my directions better? I've been asking you for over a week to do this sequence of mental training exercises at home, and you keep coming back with ridiculous excuses, which I know very well are fabrications . . ."

She went on like that in a lecturing tone, and I decided this was just a mind game she was using to get me to do boring homework. The teasing note in her voice when she mentioned physical correction kind of confirmed that she wasn't being totally serious, and I thought she might just be bringing up the idea to see how I reacted. That evening I started fantasizing about Linda punishing me with a paddle or switch, just like a tough BAD SOMA forfeit, and I got very excited thinking about it. My excitement was only magnified by the knowledge that Linda would be likely to learn my fantasy when she examined me in Deep O-Mode the next day! Of course after I was done, I was embarrassed that I'd gotten excited about being punished -- it was a loss of dignity for Linda to see me as a pathetic submissive.

After that I made it a point of honor to not do the homework exercises, but in every other way I tried to act as polite and thoughtful with everyone as I could, so I wouldn't leave any openings for Linda to gain more authority over me. I also paid a lot more attention to the interactive tests I was taking. I thought I could avoid responses that might make me seem anti-social. I'd heard it was impossible to fool tests like this -- the maturity level tests especially -- but I noticed a lot of trick questions once I started paying attention, and I thought I was learning to avoid some of the traps.

I knew Linda called Dad and Diane in for a conference on Wednesday of the second week that took the place of my own regular session, and she gave me a real shock when I met with her on Thursday.

"I talked with your parents yesterday, David. You're still going out of your way to be uncooperative about doing mental training exercises at home, and your sexual fantasies about me seem almost calculated to attack my authority. Your parents and I have agreed that I'm going to administer a series of whippings until you're properly motivated to do what I tell you."

It took a minute before I believed she was serious. A series of whippings! It sounded so brutal! I'd never been whipped in my life, and didn't know anybody who had. Of course I'd experienced muted paddlings when I lost a bet with one of the girls who show up at the BAD SOMA VirtSite, but that was pretty tame stuff compared to what Linda seemed to be talking about. At the same time, I noticed she didn't sound at all angry, so maybe she was just trying to scare me.

But I immediately started trying to talk my way out of what Linda was threatening, just in case she was serious. I argued that all a whipping would accomplish would be to intimidate me, and I couldn't believe that's what she wanted. But Linda answered immediately that intimidation was an important factor in Disciplinary Praxis -- the only way she could overcome my resistance to authority and make me extinguish my selfish core attitudes. She was still smiling as she said this, but I was beginning to feel frightened anyway! I tried to keep arguing, but after a few exchanges Linda just ignored what I was saying and put me into O-Mode so I couldn't talk. Then she led me into another room, next to her office, toward something that looked like an oddly shaped chaise lounge, with a hump in the middle and a very thin surface.

Then she told me to take all my clothes off.

I obeyed immediately of course, then stood in a relaxed position, as you do when you're waiting for the next command in O-Mode. But O-Mode didn't inure me to my situation, and I immediately got a rock-hard erection, humiliated, and at the same time sexually excited to be naked in front of Linda this way.

Linda ignored my erection, and told me to lie forward on what she called the positioner, pointing at the odd-looking sofa. I quickly understood the reason for the strange shape as I located foot stirrups at one end and stepped into them, then knelt into what looked like soccer shin guards, and lay forward, my erection protruding between the leg-rests that split as I knelt down. I fell into a crouching posture, my knees bent and my ass in a high exposed position on the humped section. My upper body draped down in front, with my arms almost in a position for push-ups, everything comfortably supported by depressions in the surface that seemed made-to-measure for my body. Linda used some control and I felt restraints clicking into place around all the joints in my legs and arms, including my shoulders and upper thighs, and another around belt level. Then the positioner rose a few feet off the floor and bent further in the middle, until I was bent about 90 degrees at the hips and my behind was even more prominent. A moment later Linda dropped me out of O-Mode.

"It's not a good idea to whip someone in Obedience Mode, David," Linda said, "so you're being physically restrained. You can test your bonds if you like."

She walked to the other side of the room, and I tested my restraints by trying to move. They were intimidatingly firm, and I felt almost ready to cry as I pictured what was going to happen next. When Linda walked back to my side I saw she was holding something that looked like a very broad ruler with a handle. It was about two feet long and nearly three inches wide, and I suddenly realized it was a paddle she was going to use on me -- I whimpered a little as I took it in. Linda walked to the side of the sofa, just a few feet from my behind sticking up in the air, and without any preliminaries at all slapped my behind with the paddle. It was a humiliating shock, but at the same time I was relieved that it didn't hurt as much as I'd feared.

"I'm starting off with easy slaps to habituate you," Linda said. "I'll gradually make them harder. I don't want it to be too much of a shock all at once when I start full whipping strength."

Then the slaps started again and built up until they really hurt. I could feel my buttocks starting to get desensitized after several slaps, which was obviously the point of a warm-up like this. At the beginning when the slaps still weren't very hard, I started feeling tremendous sexual excitement. This wasn't just a virtual experience: it was like fantasies I'd had of actually being whipped by a beautiful woman -- or, more often, whipping a beautiful woman, but it was sexy to be in the submissive role too.

After a while though, the slaps got too hard to be a turn-on. I kept trying to talk to Linda as long as I could, asking her to stop, but as the slaps got harder I saved my breath. I was panting and making small yelps now, but the strength of the slaps eventually stopped increasing so I was convinced that this was it as hard as it was going to get. I pictured my butt getting pretty sore if Linda kept this up long enough, but I hadn't started crying! Instead, the pain of the paddle on my behind made me angry, and I was determined not to give Linda any satisfaction. If she thought she was going to intimidate me this way, she was wrong. Suddenly I heard a little electronic "beep" that seemed to come from the paddle Linda was holding, and she spoke again.

"Now it's time for your whipping, David."

I quailed when I realized what Linda meant, and suddenly I felt an explosion of pain on my ass, and I screamed! A few seconds later, there was another, that hurt even more if that was possible, and I screamed again, and from then on didn't stop screaming. Another one came, and another, spaced out about three seconds apart, an excruciating delay that made me anticipate them more than if they'd been close together! I couldn't count the slaps because they hurt so much! All I could think of was the next one that was coming! I was screaming continuously, like a lost soul, and I couldn't think of anything but the pain. If I could have put words together, I would have begged Linda to stop and promised to do anything she said! So much for my resistance to authority. But right from the first, I was screaming too much to get any words out. The pain was AWFUL! It was GHASTLY!

After what seemed a very long time, I realized that the next slap wasn't coming. I'd been screaming without pause almost from the beginning and it took a few minutes to wind down after my whipping was finished. I trailed off slowly into normal crying, with small choking sobs that made it hard to catch my breath.

And the worst part was that Linda DIDN'T think my whipping was finished!

"You've had twenty-four slaps so far," she said in a loud voice, to be heard over my crying. "I think you're going to need another round of whipping, but I had to stop because you were losing too much sensitivity in your buttocks. I'll check back with you a little later."

With that, she walked out of the room and left me lying there. All I could think of for a while was how she'd be coming back to whip me again -- I was terrified of a repetition of the pain I'd just been through! But after she'd been gone a few minutes, I started thinking of other things. I felt more humiliated than ever by the position I was in, bent over face down with my red ass in the air. For some reason I felt more exposed now than when I first lay down on the positioner. It felt like there were army ants crawling around on my behind and stinging me there. I knew it was probably just returning circulation, but it stung a LOT! And I'd only had twenty-four slaps! I would have guessed fifty!

During the whipping I'd lost my erection when the slaps started to really hurt during the warm-up. But now, exposed and sore as I felt, I was starting to feel a perverse excitement -- I was getting turned on by my own pain and humiliation! My cock was fully erect, tingling with a sensitivity that began making it impossible to think about anything else, and I knew that if I could just stroke it a few times, I'd get off immediately. The whole situation of having Linda whip me was excruciatingly arousing now that it was over for a few minutes and I could sublimate the remaining pain into sexual excitement. I tried to thrust my hips to make contact against the positioner, but I was only able to twist in my restraints enough to touch my cock very lightly against one of the leg supports. It was just enough contact to frustrate me, not nearly enough to let me get off.

I gave up and tried to think constructively through my haze of arousal, about my situation and what I could do about it, but I didn't come up with any ideas. I was restrained so tightly I couldn't move an inch, and my behind was still stinging like fire. What struck me most was how enlarged I felt back there, like my whole ass was hot and swollen!

I began to feel angry about what Linda was doing. What right did she have to hurt me and humiliate me like this? I couldn't believe Dad and Diane had given her permission to whip me! Well . . . anyway not a whipping that involved as much pain as this! Of course Linda was a psychological agent, but there must be some limit to what she could do to somebody under her authority who hadn't really done much of anything to be punished. There must be a professional society that licensed psychological agents, and maybe I could get her into trouble with the AI council for doing this . . .

Suddenly I heard the door open and Linda's footsteps walking toward me. She was coming up from behind where I was faced on the positioner, so I couldn't see if she had the broad ruler-like paddle with her, but I thought she probably did and I was immediately terrified again. I started crying and begging her not to hit me any more.


Trainingware Pt. 02



Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger

-3-

David

The day after I got out of my training with Ms Fechtenbaum, I figured out why I'd been having so much trouble convincing Dad of things I wanted. I'd had my eighteenth birthday on June 5, 2091, just a few days before I hacked our homebrain to watch Diane, and my birthday made Dad think I should be taking on more adult responsibilities. Of course when Dad was eighteen, they'd had Prolongevity treatments for only a year or so -- until then, nearly everyone expected to die before they reached a hundred, so they wouldn't have wanted to extend childhood the way we do now, even if they'd had the technology. I'd only reached sexual maturity when I was sixteen, in the summer after my fourth high school year and I went through it with the other kids in my class who were mostly eighteen, since I'm two years ahead of my age-group. My step-sister Gwynn turned eighteen only three days after I did, on June 11, and I only took vid clips of her along with Diane because it was so easy. Gwynn still looked like a child then, since she'd just entered Menarche and her body hadn't developed yet. I thought she had a pretty face though.

Anyway, Dad believed eighteen was some kind of milestone, but nobody else did anymore. One of my great-grandfathers told me how he'd been in the army at eighteen, the first time there was fighting in Iraq, and I figured that was the model Dad had in his mind. Go back to Shakespeare's time and Juliet was only thirteen, right? After things settled down about my psychological agent training, I started making some obvious points with Dad that being eighteen after sexual awakening at sixteen was more like fifteen or sixteen when he was growing up. Dad's pretty smart, so he thought about it awhile and agreed I was right. I felt relieved that I could put off adult duties another few years. Of course in some ways I enjoyed growing up, as long as I didn't have to be a g-drag all the time!

The whipping I'd had in training and the perverse arousal I'd felt after it made a tremendous impression on my libido! I started fantasizing about being sent back to Ms Fechtenbaum for reward-avoidance training, and her using sexual rewards to control me. I imagined lying exposed in the positioner being whipped, not NEARLY as hard as what she'd done the first time for avoidance training of course, ending up with a sore butt and a throbbing erection. Then I'd imagine her reaching her hand under the positioner and starting to stroke my cock but not letting me come, tantalizing me and making me plead and promise to be good. I guess it was more likely in real life that she'd use a peripheral to reward me that way, but I knew some psychological agents treat sexual dysfunction with personal contact, so my fantasy wasn't totally bogus. It was just an added spice in my fantasy that Ms Fechtenbaum would be the only one who could get me off, so I'd agree to any kind of humiliating punishment after she kept me frustrated for a day or so. And I pictured some really mean ones when I was on my fifth or sixth orgasm of the day and needed something special to finish!

I'd been visiting the BAD SOMA VirtSite since I first discovered sex at sixteen, and I started having BDSM Virtual Encounters a few months later. I almost always wanted to be Top in the Encounters, but of course most girls make pacts with their friends never to accept less than a forty percent chance on the toss-up, so I had to be bottom some of the time. When I was bottom the girl could make me undress and tantalize me until I was dying to come, the same thing I'd do to her if I'd won. My face was heavily morphed to make me look like a humanized fox in BAD SOMA, but my virtual body was much closer to my real one because of "Truth in Morphing", so the experience was always quite embarrassing. I knew I was much more easily embarrassed than most guys, but it just felt sexy in situations like that since the girls I met in BAD SOMA didn't know who I was. Then the girl could whip me to make me do what she said, usually just hard enough to sting a bit, since we both had to agree in advance how high to set the nerve induction in our Virtual Suits, and I'd only met a few girls who agreed to set it high enough to be at all painful. Once the time limit passed, the girl had to stop tantalizing me, but I still couldn't get myself off for fifteen minutes unless she agreed to help. Some girls made me beg pretty abjectly, the same way I did with them when I won, but they'd usually get me off after a few minutes, and it would be quite a relief by then.

I'd been surprised at first how much I could get turned on being bottom in BAD SOMA Encounters -- an OK second-best to being Top -- but the whipping I got from Ms Fechtenbaum, and the sexual excitement I'd felt in the rest periods between whipping rounds, magnified that aspect of it! I began feeling much more aroused about being bottom, almost fixated on the idea! Once I realized I was thinking about setting the pain induction to the highest level and letting girls have 9 to 1 odds to be Top, I started avoiding Encounters. I felt repelled by the idea of taking short odds on a Bet, something I'd always thought was pathetic for a guy. I figured I'd eventually outgrow this fixation if I waited long enough, and I didn't want to give in to it.

Still, I was masturbating four or five times a day for weeks, fantasizing about training by Ms Fechtenbaum, until it started seeming too unrealistic: After all, I knew I'd use all my influence to avoid going into training again. But just as I was beginning to get bored, I found a way to hack into a Psychological Agent site, trying to learn more about the punishment wand Ms Fechtenbaum used on me. I got the model number and then found I could order the same model from a BDSM store where I'd hacked myself adult status.

It was really Max to finally hold the wand myself! It looked like a broad ruler with a handle at the end, two and a half inches wide and twenty-two inches long but very thin and light. The help tree said it didn't matter how hard you swung it -- the nanoware would apply appropriate force for the pain setting instantaneously when it contacted the skin. The nano components operated down at molecular size to avoid broken blood vessels, so there'd never be deep bruising, but you could still set the wand to leave the subject feeling sore for up to two days. I noticed something on the help tree called a "sex-surge" setting that was used to give the subject a thrill of erotic arousal with every whipping stroke. If the sex-surge was higher than the pain setting, then getting whipped could end up seeming more sexual than painful! The subject could even be brought to orgasm that way, during what would normally be a very painful whipping! A more moderate setting would just leave the subject extremely aroused when the whipping round was over.

It dawned on me that Ms Fechtenbaum had used a sex-surge like that when she whipped me at her office! That's why I got so horny between whipping rounds that I tried to rub myself against the positioner leg while she was out of the room! At least I thought she was out of the room! Now it struck me she might have stayed around to watch me squirm trying to get off in the positioner!

I'd never been able to learn details about psychological agent options on the Public VirtWeb, but when I entered training with Ms Fechtenbaum and gave my Bond not to talk about it with outsiders, I got access to a tutorial about discipline training. I stupidly didn't access the tutorial until after I'd had my whipping session and talked my way out of more. When I finally read the details, I learned that ALL the common training modes involved whipping as a punishment. There'd never really been much chance that I'd escape it!

The part that had bothered me most about my whipping, was that a woman I was attracted to could whip me. The sexual aspect seemed wrong to me. I thought there was a fundamental rule that people in authority should avoid sexual behavior that would make subordinates uncomfortable. After I figured out Ms Fechtenbaum must have used sex-surge on the wand she whipped me with, I checked to see if she could get in trouble for it.

But AI's don't have the same attitudes about sex that humans do. And the AI Council is totally in charge of these things since Obedience-Mode Conditioning proved to have all the advantages they claimed in their debate with the human ethicists. In psychological training, sexual tension can be nearly as effective as pain in making the subject follow the agent's directions, so sexuality is explicitly encouraged: agents are chosen to be individuals that training subjects will feel sexually attracted to. The AI's also expect human trainers to react to the sexual aspects of the training, either liking it or disliking it, and it was policy to find trainers who'd enjoy their work. That was likely to make the trainer-subject bonds stronger too, especially in reward-avoidance training. So as long as the training kept its therapeutic focus, a certain amount of sexually motivated sadism by the trainer was perfectly OK as far as the AI Council was concerned.

I started thinking about that as part of my fantasy: Ms Fechtenbaum getting turned on by controlling me sexually, turning the sex-surge on the wand way up HIGH and getting herself off while she whipped me! I went back to stroking off four or five times a day thinking about that, and didn't slow down until I hacked our homebrain again just after school started in September. I still thought about Ms Fechtenbaum in most of my fantasies, but I'd started to think about other things too, like the way I used to be able to watch Diane through the house monitor cameras.

I spent a lot of time on the VirtWeb looking for information on how to hack a homebrain so it wouldn't be noticed. There was a lot of detailed stuff at the Anarchist site, but nothing very encouraging. It seemed it wasn't possible to make a modern homebrain AI actually DO anything, and still keep it unaware of tampering. When I'd hacked in back in June, I'd started by just redirecting the views from the monitor cameras to my room viewer, and since everyone in the house was a family member the homebrain didn't define that as a breach unless someone asked for privacy. I only got caught because I started trying to control some of the monitor manipulators -- luckily nobody every figured out what I was planning to do with the manipulators. Dad changed the Security definitions after I got caught, naturally, so I couldn't even redirect views from the monitor cameras now.

I didn't give up looking for alternatives though, and finally I did find an undetectable way to break data security for the homebrain model we used and at least READ all the data the homebrain had. I decided to try that just to be doing something, and a few hours later I was accessing Diane's personal data.

Her KEYCODE was in there!

It seemed Diane had trouble sleeping sometimes, so she'd given the homebrain Keycode control, so it could put her into Rest Mode, which becomes normal sleep after several minutes. When I understood what I'd found, I was so excited I started to tremble! There were all sorts of S&M Interactives about using the Keycode of some attractive person to sexually dominate them. Even married couples often kept their Keycodes private from one another, or at most gave their spouse a Subordinate code and set up safeguards.

I started thinking about how I could use this. I knew Dad was leaving the next day for a long consulting trip in Asia, so that gave me the opportunity I needed. I figured I could give Diane a compulsion to ignore homebrain reports of security violations when I put in my hacks. I checked that if I removed my hacks before Dad got back, he'd never learn about it. Then I called up a menu of Human Status Modes, and found one everyone calls "Arousal" that controls a person's sexual response! The help tree said Arousal has quantified ratings from one to a hundred, with spontaneous orgasm normally occurring at 90 unless there was some sort of special constraint. Settings of 90 and above couldn't be externally imposed without special authorization, and any setting above 95 was usually quite painful for normal subjects.

Arousal Mode was as simple as Rest Mode! I could control Diane's Arousal setting through the homebrain!

Dad left early Saturday morning, flying three legs from where we live in Santa Glubas, California, to Tianjin, China. Gwynn was off to visit a friend for the weekend, so I was all alone in the house with Diane. After I got my courage together, I went and sat down next to her in the kitchen. She was having her second cup of morning tea, and she smiled at me as I came in and seemed about to say something. I spoke before I could lose my nerve.

"Keycode 197A4FB88-Predilisit!" I heard my voice cracking from the strain to say this as clearly as I could. If Diane didn't hear it right she'd fail to go under, and if she realized what I was doing she could stop me instantly. She was a frequent user of my Keycode, so all she had to do was say "O-Mode" and I'd be caught!

But there wasn't any problem. Diane quickly closed her eyes and said, "Under". I told her to go into Deep O-Mode, and when she acknowledged I took a shaky breath. She wouldn't remember anything that happened in deep O-Mode, and it was easy to fix it so she wouldn't notice any time-lapse. I tried to make myself a frequent user then, but either I didn't understand the procedure well enough or I was too nervous, so I couldn't set it up. I didn't dare take the time to go look at the interactive tutorial to get it right! I was afraid one of Diane's friends might come visiting for some reason. Most of our friends just walk in the back door when we're at home, and came right into the kitchen. That was a serious danger, because I'd need a little time to bring Diane out of trance properly!

So I just told her that the homebrain might be acting up for the next several days, and set up a minor compulsion that if she heard about any security violations she'd think it was a mistake since that problem had been fixed two months ago, then she'd forget about it. After she acknowledged the compulsion, I brought her out again. I told her she'd feel natural when she came out and wouldn't notice a time-lapse or remember the short time in normal O-Mode. Then I said, "Drop O-Mode," and she came out of Trance and smiled at me again.

"Would you like to have a cup of tea with me, Davey?"

"Uh -- no. I guess I really just wanted to say hello. I think I'll go work on some interactive lessons now." She looked at me curiously as I stood up, and I realized that normally I'd have just said no thanks, then walked away without explaining what I was going to do.

I got to my room and made the hack into the homebrain. I had all the code in my console cache, so I just had to upload it. Then I got my viewer and checked I could access all the house monitor cameras. I could see Diane still in the kitchen from twelve different cams, and about eighteen views of the bedroom and six of the bathroom she and Dad used. All the different views are supposed to help the homebrain decide if there was something wrong, like a fire in a wastebasket that would be out of sight from most vantage points. Even when Diane turned out the lights in her room the cams still worked, since they can use UV lights that are always on. I set up the camera utility I'd modified in June to provide the views of Diane I wanted when she was moving around, then accessed the homebrain's logic to control Diane's Keycode mode settings. I wrote a program that updated her Arousal rating, starting at a somewhat horny setting of 65, and using a loop to crank it up one setting every minute until I stopped it. Then I went back downstairs to watch Diane get excited.

-4-

In the kitchen I got a cup and put in a tea bag, then flashed some water into it and sat down at the table. Diane seemed preoccupied while I was making tea, but when I moved toward the table she looked up at me and smiled.

"You didn't work very long," she said. She seemed a bit distracted as she spoke, like she had something else on her mind.

"Well, I finished one of the things I had to do," I answered. "So I thought I'd come and have some tea with you after all."

Diane's distraction increased as she tried to make conversation with me for the next several minutes, and when she finally got up from the table she gave the impression somehow of being extremely aware of her body. She told me rather abruptly that she had to do something and left the kitchen. I followed her upstairs to her room a minute later and saw the privacy light on her door, then went to my room and pulled out my viewer just in time to see her take something from a high shelf at the back of her closet. I hadn't looked there when I was searching the room a few months earlier -- it was Dad's room too, so I was probably less thorough than I would have been normally -- and I'd been too nervous an hour ago to ask Diane about her sex toys in Deep O-Mode. She was my stepmother, after all, and I was worried about doing anything too obvious that she might notice later, like keeping her in Trance too long. When she opened the box, she pulled out a Hubba-Hubba!

It was the ultimate sexual peripheral! I'd seen it in dozens of SexDrama Interactives! It had a lot of long tentacles that kept splitting into thinner tentacles, and it could grab really hard with the long thick tentacles and touch very delicately with the tiny ones. It could insert tentacles in the anus, or vagina in women, and simulate any imaginable sensation, like tremendous slipperiness, or needing to go to the bathroom. And some of the tentacles could whip you on the butt if that was what turned you on.

And the main thing about the Hubba-Hubba was that it KNEW what turned you on. It had a powerful nanobrain -- near-human-level AI -- that was Expert about the human body, and when it came in contact it quickly learned what you found erotic. It got feedback from your Arousal Mode rating, which it could read cutaneously, so it knew how excited you were, and it could tantalize you and keep you from reaching orgasm, even at very high levels of arousal, to augment your sensations to the highest point that was physically safe. It was expensive too! Like a month's income from Dad's consulting, so I wondered how Diane could afford it. I'd never seen her use it when I watched her back in June. Then I realized she might have used it when she had sex with Dad. I'd always stopped watching when they were in the bedroom together.

Diane was beginning to move kind of jerkily as she tossed the Hubba-Hubba on the bed and started taking her clothes off. She's normally very neat, so she spent some time folding her blouse and skirt on the table, but from the way she was starting to rock her hips I thought she wouldn't be able to keep this up very long! And sure enough, at the end she got impatient and dropped her panties and bra on the floor.

I suddenly remembered the Arousal rating I was controlling, and when I looked I saw it was up to 89, just short of orgasm! The loop I wrote had just failed to push it higher through the authorization fail-safes needed for 90! I immediately stopped the loop that incremented the rating, not that it made any difference now, and looked back at the viewer.

Diane was naked now. She moved quickly to the bed, picked up the Hubba- Hubba, and touched it to her inner thigh, near her groin. And of course the Hubba-Hubba took it from there, climbing up her thigh into her crotch! I heard her cry out, "Oh!" And then she got into bed on her back, pulled the covers over herself, and started moving.

She was under the covers! I couldn't see anything!

I quickly accessed the homebrain and selected another Mode, pushing her Warmth setting up to 85. A minute later the viewer showed Diane throw the blanket off so she was lying naked on the sheet with a warm, flushed look. Then she turned over on her stomach and started thrusting her butt up and down, humping herself against the Hubba-Hubba. She was also doing something to her nipples with her hands, pinching them I think, and she was making a lot of noise, calling out some kind of words in a crooning voice. I could see little tentacles from the Hubba-Hubba that seemed to be snapping around on her behind like they might be giving her a play whipping -- probably the reason she'd turned onto her stomach, so the tentacles would have free play. I definitely saw ropes of tentacles that had inserted themselves in her anus and vagina. They were moving in and out a good deal, with a kind of twisting motion.




Trainingware Pt. 02



I already had my cock out, and my erection was as hard as a rock. I stroked myself lightly, but held off until I heard Diane groan and then give a little stifled scream, while her behind moved up and down spasmodically in an obvious orgasm. I joined her only a few seconds later.

After I finished I lay there for a minute, enjoying what I'd accomplished. I could make the homebrain push Diane into a sexual frenzy like this anytime I wanted! Maybe I could use Deep O-Mode to make her do other things, too. I was more confident now that I'd had time to realize I didn't have to keep her in the kitchen while I was setting up compulsions. I spent some time thinking of ways to paddle Diane with the punishment wand. I'd have to get her to drop her control over me first, since I couldn't do anything physically invasive to a frequent user. I was pretty sure I could give her a short-term false memory to make her think she deserved to be paddled sometimes, and I was in charge of her punishment! It would be a pretty extreme departure from reality, but it shouldn't cause any harm if I just imposed the memory a few hours at a time.

That was such a Max idea! I imagined being Diane scared and humiliated, but cooperating to let me paddle her after I caught her doing something naughty, like masturbating! Then later I'd make her forget about everything that happened. But I might leave her with a sore behind for a while -- just give her a compulsion so she wouldn't be able to connect it with me.

I got lost in this fantasy, becoming more and more convinced that it was perfectly feasible. I could really do this! At some point I glanced idly at my viewer and noticed Diane was still moving her hips up and down on the bed, looking extremely flushed all over her body. I sat up and looked more closely. The Hubba-Hubba had retracted most of its tentacles, and I couldn't quite understand what was going on, since I was quite sure Diane had climaxed a few minutes before. Maybe she had multiple orgasms? But then why was the Hubba-Hubba shut down? She had her right hand down between her legs now, and was moaning and rubbing against it, like she wasn't going to stop even if the Hubba-Hubba thought she was all done.

Suddenly I remembered the Mode settings I was controlling! The Arousal rating was still at 89, and Warmth was 85! I jumped over and brought them both down to zero. In the viewer, Diane immediately stopped humping against her hand, and after a short pause she sat up. She seemed to be losing her deep flush, and suddenly she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She got up quickly to put her clothes back on, then packed the Hubba-Hubba back into the box and put it at the rear of the closet shelf again. After that she just stood there for a moment, staring at the closet door with a pensive frown on her face. She finally came out of her mood and walked to the door of her room and out into the hall. One of the cameras in the hall showed her moving toward my room!

I quickly closed my fly and turned off my viewer. Then I went to my desk and sat down at my console as I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I said, deactivating the privacy lock, which wouldn't stop Diane anyway if she decided to override it. I was scared about why she wanted to see me so soon after what I'd just been doing to her.

The door opened, and there was Diane, looking unhappy.

"Hello Davey," she said. "I'm sorry about this. Deep O-Mode . . ."

I don't remember anything for a while, standard with Deep O-Mode, but I'm sure I was only under for a minute or so. When I came out of it, I saw Diane standing over me, white-faced with anger.

"Is this how you justify my faith in you, David? What about the promise you made two months ago that you'd never spy on me again? You -- Ohhh." She ended with a disgusted sound, then started talking again.

"I'm going to send you to a psychological agent again, just as soon as I can," she said. "And right now, I'm so mad about what you've done, I'm going to whip you myself! Tell me if you know of anything in the house I can use to whip you!"

"I . . . Ah . . ." I was kind of confused by what was happening, but I was starting to feel really scared.

"O-Mode," Diane said. "Tell me if you know of anything I can use to whip you!"

"Ah -- in my closet," I answered helplessly. "I bought a punishment wand like the one Ms Fechtenbaum used."

Diane went over to the closet and I directed her to where the wand was.

"This looks like it cost a lot of money, David," she said, walking back with the wand. "How did you manage to buy it?" She was figuring out the settings as she walked toward me, and the way she sounded she intended setting it as high as it would go.

"I, ah, ordered it from a BDSM store. I still had a lot of Christmas money." My voice was trembling now.

"What is that?" Diane asked. "What's a 'BDSM store'?"

"It's, uh, an acronym," I answered, flushing. "For 'Bondage & Discipline', 'Dominance & Submission', and, uh, 'Sadism & Masochism'. It means about the same thing as S&M."

Diane nodded. "But what on earth did you want it for? Who was going to get whipped?"

"I just, like, wanted to own one in case the situation came up -- with some girl."

"Some girl, huh?" Diane sounded disgusted. "Would you have used it on me if you'd used my Keycode long enough to be confident about controlling me?"

"Aghh . . ." I tried to resist answering this, but of course it was hopeless. I knew I was flushing bright red as I continued, " . . . Aghhh . . . Yes! I was just thinking about doing that. I would have used Deep O-Mode compulsion to make you believe you . . . deserved to have me paddle you, and then later I'd fix it so you wouldn't remember it happening. Except . . . I'd leave you with a sore behind for a few days - - but you wouldn't be able to connect it with me."

Diane looked like she was ready to kill me. She yelled at me to undress and bend over the desk.

"You're the one who's going to get it used on you David! I'm going to work off some of my anger this way!"

I immediately took off my clothes, and of course I had a tremendous erection again, only about ten minutes after stroking off. It hurt a bit, like it does, but it was rock-hard. Diane made a disgusted noise and I felt a sudden wave of shame that didn't feel at all sexual!

"I can't whip you when you're like that!" she complained, pointing at my erection. "What is it with you? Do you think the idea of being whipped by me is sexually exciting?"

"Ah . . . yes."

Diane made the disgusted noise again and told me to put my clothes back on. While I was doing that I saw her going through some Tai Chi exercises she uses to meditate, and when she spoke again she sounded calmer.

"You're too undisciplined to plan things out properly, David. I know you're a technical genius, but people's feelings never enter your mind. Didn't it occur to you that I'd find it odd getting more and more aroused like that until I could hardly think, then having some sort of heat prostration fit after I got into bed?" Diane's expression became more thoughtful. "Didn't you even think about giving me a compulsion so I couldn't put you in O-Mode? You had me in Trance for a few minutes, you said, and if you'd done that I wouldn't have had any way to take back control." She paused a moment, smiling, then added: "Makes you think, huh?"

She was right! I'd acted stupidly! Diane said something I didn't hear, and I must have gone right into Deep O-Mode again, because I forget everything that went on for a while. Coming out of it, I realized I'd been under for a long time, and I was still in normal O-Mode. Diane was walking toward the door and when she opened it, she turned around to speak to me again.

"I'm going to find a psychological agent for you now, David! No more sympathy! No more weaseling out of things! I want you to be taught to act like a human being! I'll be making some phone calls, and I've set up a compulsion that you can't leave your room until I give permission. O-Mode off!" With that she walked out of the room.

I ran after her, but couldn't step out into the hall. "Diane, wait!" I called after her. "I know you're angry right now . . ."

Diane whirled on me, her voice furious, "God-damn it! Don't you patronize me, you smirking little brat." I was actually shocked by her reaction, and all I could think was that it was inaccurate to call me little, since I'm well over six feet tall.

"But -- Look," I said in a choked voice, "I understand you're going to send me to a psychological agent. All I ask is that you don't send me to Ms Fechtenbaum again. I'm afraid she'll take it out on me that I talked you into stopping my sessions last time. Please! Anybody else!" In spite of all my fantasies about her, the thought of actually having Ms Fechtenbaum in charge of me again made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Maybe Ms Fechtenbaum is the right person to deal with you! At least she succeeded in making you call her by her last name. You never show any respect for other adults that way."

"Please, Diane, Please!" I was starting to cry. "Not Ms Fechtenbaum! Please!"

Diane suddenly looked a little sympathetic again. It was the crying that did it, and I realized I still had a little leverage.

"I thought Ms Fechtenbaum was charging too much, anyway," Diane said. "As soon as I talk to your Dad, I'm going to suggest we find a different agent to give you the reward-avoidance training she explained to us. That means you'll be in training for several months, so I got the idea of using an agent trainee who'd be less expensive. I think Linda's fees are out of line. I've looked it up and Disciplinary Science seems to be quite an easy field to master."

Diane nodded in the direction of my console. "I've found interactive tutorials on the Web to oversee a beginner psychological agent during sessions, so there can't be any mistakes. Now I just need to find a smart, responsible young woman who's willing to become a psychological agent trainee."

I was beginning to have a horrible feeling about this. "Where will you, uh, go to find someone?" I asked.

"Why, right at your school, David," Diane answered with relish. "You named several young women in your class that seemed smart enough. I just have to find one who has adult status and is willing to take the job." Diane took a slip of paper out of her pocket and read off some names: "Judy Price, Maureen O'Hara, Catherine Duchamp, and Linda Smith."

I felt like I'd been hit in the face. "Those are all the prettiest girls in my class!" I yelled. "You're just going to turn my Keycode over to them and have them whip me and . . ." I finished in a weak voice, " . . . control me?"

I'm going to contact them one at a time until I find one to take the job, and I'm going to require a Bonded promise in advance that they won't repeat what I tell them to anyone, so you don't have to worry the whole school will find out."

"But -- this is awful!" I wailed. "I, uh . . . I like all these girls, I mean . . . I've had study dates with two of them, and even if they don't accept the job I'll never be able to face them again."

"It's good that you're attracted to the girls, David. It's supposed to make the sexual aspect of the reward-avoidance training more effective. I was asking you in O-Mode about which girls attracted you as well as who seemed smart and mature." Diane's voice suddenly changed and she sounded angry again.

"Of course, if you don't like this arrangement, I can talk to your Dad about sending you back to Ms Fechtenbaum. I'll let you choose."

It wasn't much of a choice. "I don't want to go back to Ms Fechtenbaum," I said. "Can't I get reward-avoidance training from some other psychological agent I've never met?"

"Only two choices, David. That's it, then. I'll start phoning some of these girls."

"Please! Only one at a time, so they won't all hear about this!"

"I already said I'd do it that way," Diane snapped at me. "Judy Price sounded like the smartest one. I'll call her first, but if she isn't in I'm going to call the next one on the list." Then she seemed to feel a little sorry for me, seeing my red face and how I was starting to cry again. "I won't tell any of them what this is about except to offer them the job. In fact, I can't talk about it until they give their Bond, because of the Bond I gave Diane Fechtenbaum. But even if I could talk about it freely, I wouldn't. I don't want a lot of people to know about this either -- I think it's an embarrassment for us as a family."

Diane left after that, and I felt a little better for a moment. But the feeling faded away as I thought about what was going to happen. I knew Judy Price had Adult status, and she was the prettiest girl in the school as far as I was concerned, a tall brunette with light skin and a perfect face and figure. She looked like the Young Bettie Page character I'd given spankings in so many Sex Interactives, and I'd had a lot of fantasies about her. She was very smart, too, almost as far advanced as I was in the Tech subjects! I'd walked home with her lots of times, and she'd asked me to be partners on a few school projects. God! In a little while Diane was going to offer Judy a position giving me whippings! And other things -- sexual control. I found myself shivering with embarrassment.

I moped around my room for a few minutes, and then my phone tune beeped. I answered, and Diane told me to pick up the main phone line. When I did, I immediately saw Dad's angry face on the viewer.

"God-damn it!" He exploded as soon as he saw my face, "That was a criminal thing to do! If Diane wanted to press charges right now, Council Agents would commit you for involuntary discipline. We can't indulge your irresponsible acts any longer! I've told Diane she can hire any psychological agent she wants. She has complete authority while I'm away, and don't expect me to let you out of anything when I get home! She's the aggrieved party in this as far as I'm concerned, and I'm just going to let her do what she thinks is right."

After a pause to catch his breath, he continued in a gentler tone, more like his normal voice. "You don't know how lucky you are, Davey. Diane still feels maternally toward you, and I can't imagine how she manages it. She went into your motivations this morning in Deep O-Mode and found out how you've been lying to us all this time about reforming yourself. She played a few vid clips of you in Deep O-Mode where you gave your opinion that we were both easy to fool! Don't give Diane any more problems from now on, or I'll straighten you out myself when I get home!"

I told Dad I was sorry, but he just made a sarcastic noise and told me to get off the line so he could talk with Diane again in private.

After Dad signed off, I went to lie down on my bed. It suddenly struck me that Judy Price might be supervising my reward-avoidance training in a few hours, the same kind of scenario I'd been fantasizing about for months, and I was surprised I didn't get an immediate erection. I opened my fly to touch my cock and found it totally flaccid -- even manipulation wouldn't make it stand up! I was frightened for a moment, but then thought to look at my own Keycode file in the homebrain. My Arousal rating was set to zero! Diane must have changed it so I'd be in the state everybody called No-Sex, like one of the Tantric adepts who do it with mental control. Diane had taken out all my homebrain hacks and I couldn't change my rating back to Nominal without them, because it was write- protected.

I noticed the slanting sunlight coming through my windows, and looked at my watch. It was 2:00 PM already! Diane must have had me in Trance for hours! I lay back, thinking about having Judy Price in charge of my reward-avoidance training, and it was a scary idea. I knew it was sexy too but I couldn't get an erection. For a few minutes, I just felt sorry for myself, and finally I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I saw Diane standing at my door. When she saw I was awake, she told me to come downstairs, so I got up and followed her slowly down the steps. My watch read almost four, so I thought there'd been enough time for Diane to interview one of the girls in my class, and I was dreading having to face whoever might have accepted the job. Once I got downstairs, Diane put me in O-Mode, then told me to follow her into the kitchen in thirty seconds. As she walked away, I realized I was feeling horny again, and I got a rock-hard erection.

As I walked into the kitchen I saw Judy Price at the table, looking at me speculatively. A surge of shame washed over me at the thought that Diane was going to turn me over to her, and I felt my face get hot. Judy smiled slightly, like she was enjoying my reaction, which made me feel even more embarrassed, and I had to drop my eyes to avoid meeting her gaze.

"I've been keeping David in No-Sex since his actions this morning," Diane said. "I didn't want to have to deal with his sexuality for a while, but I brought him back to Nominal since you're here, and you're going to be treating him with sexual tension." I wanted very badly to run back to my room to escape listening to what Diane was saying, but I was frozen in O- Mode position, so I couldn't move. Diane went on, sounding a little disgusted, "You can see he has an erection already. He seems to be like that half the time these days from what he told me when I questioned him earlier!"

I could imagine Judy looking at my protruding fly, and it was awful to have to stand there like that, so exposed in front of both of them. Finally Diane told me to sit down in a chair near the table, and I hurried to obey.

"Judy has agreed to be your psychological agent, David," Diane said, and I had to bring my eyes up again while she talked to me. "And now I'm going to make her a frequent user of your Keycode. I have to drop my control to do that, but you still won't be able to speak, and you'd better not try to get out of that chair. Drop O-Mode."

I looked over at Judy and had to lower my eyes again. She was looking at me in an intent way that I found intimidating. I felt a sudden body memory of Ms Fechtenbaum whipping me in the positioner, and became even more frightened.

"Here, Judy," Diane said. "Just read this loudly enough for Davey to hear."

She handed over a small sheet, and Judy took it and read off my Keycode in her contralto voice that I'd always found so sexy, "Keycode 27B48FA99- Kektazijum." I didn't hear the end of it actually since I was already under, and I don't remember anything that happened for a while.

When I came out of trance, I was in normal O-Mode, and Judy was uttering shocked, sympathetic responses to Diane's story of what I'd done to her that morning. That was female social bonding for you! They were so sympathetic to each other, but neither of them seemed shocked about what was going to happen to me, getting disciplined by the girl I was most attracted to in the school!

When Diane finished her story, she paused and looked at me for a moment, then asked Judy to start my training with the most severe single punishment in my training schedule for what I'd done to her. Judy agreed immediately, and Diane made me acknowledge that I'd heard what she'd said. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I answered. Diane was going to be getting even all right! And Judy would be starting my training with a long whipping! From the slight smile she had, I thought she might even be looking forward to it!

They talked a bit more, and at the end Diane suggested Judy give me a compulsion to come to her house at eleven the next day -- Sunday. When that was done, Judy stood up and thanked Diane for offering her the job. Just before she left she dropped me out of O-Mode, but she was out the door before I could think of anything to say that might set the groundwork for getting her to go relatively easy on me. I'd never really had a chance to talk to her the whole time she was there, and now she had until eleven tomorrow to work out how she was going to punish me! 



Trainingware Pt. 03



Third of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger

-5-

Judy

I was working on homework Saturday after lunch when the house phone rang. Mom answered, and after a pause I heard my phone-tune and picked up. It was Davey Carmody's Mom, asking if I was interested in doing part-time work. I'd been looking for an after-school job, so I asked what she wanted done.

"You'd be providing a kind of training to an individual who needs it badly!" She sounded kind of tightly wound as she answered, but after a pause she spoke more normally. "I'm afraid I can't tell you any more until we meet. It's, uh, delicate, and I'm going to require your Bonded word not to repeat anything I tell you to anyone else."

Wow! Mysterioso! I decided I'd like to hear the details at least, before I made a decision, so I immediately agreed to come over to discuss it.

I live close to the Carmody house, so I walked there in only a few minutes. Mrs Carmody was cordial when she answered the door, but seemed not to remember we'd met before when I'd come to visit Davey. We sat down at the kitchen table and she got right to business.

"I need to access your school records, Judy, if that's all right with you?"

I'd given transcripts to half a dozen potential employers by now, so I was used to it. I told the wallscreen to connect to my school, then touched the input to give authorization. A moment later my transcript came scrolling out. Mrs Carmody looked it over for a minute or so, then nodded, looking pleased.

"This is excellent, Judy. You have a very high TechIQ and Maturity Index. Maturity is very important for the job I want you to do! And I see that, um, you also have excellent conscientiousness ratings in your work." She looked up at me, and I did my best to appear modest. "I think you'll be perfect for the job I have, if you're willing to take it."

"Thank you, Mrs Carmody," I answered, but I was beginning to worry a little. When she'd said, "if you're willing to take it," she'd sounded like the job might be a bit repulsive in some way.

Mrs Carmody took out a slip of paper and read it aloud. "Will you give me your Bonded promise that you'll never repeat to anyone anything I tell you this afternoon, or anything we discuss, or any actions you take on the same subject at a later time, unless you have my permission?"

Then she handed me the slip, so I could read it. It made me feel like a real Corporate to be giving a bond like this. I put my hand on the Voluntatis plate she had on the table and started reading. I noticed the note was smart, since all the pronouns changed to the first person when I touched it to take the oath. When I finished I knew I wouldn't be able to repeat anything I was told without a legal override, which was pretty rare.

"OK, good." Mrs Carmody gave a small sigh. "Do you know anything about psychological agents? What they do?"

I thought for a minute. "I don't know much. They usually deal with problem kids, right? Like involuntaries, uh, involuntary discipline subjects. And the agents find some way to make them act more socially, and accept authority."

"That's very good," Mrs Carmody said, nodding, "Now how would you feel about becoming a trainee psychological agent?"

I still wasn't sure what she was asking.

"I guess -- I guess I could do that. Is that the job you called about? You want me to train to be a psychological agent?"

Mrs Carmody hesitated before answering. "Yes. You'd be administering a therapeutic treatment called 'Reward-Avoidance Training', and it would involve whipping the person you'd be in charge of as part of the training. Would you be able to do that, Judy? Whip someone as a punishment?"

I flushed. I hadn't known psychological agents did that kind of thing. I began to worry that Mrs Carmody somehow knew about my VirtWeb interest groups, although they were supposed to be utterly private. I spent a lot of time at the BAD SOMA site because I got turned on both by giving whippings and getting whipped myself when I found a cute boy partner I liked.

"I, ah, I could do that I guess, Mrs Carmody." My face was hot and my voice sounded strained, so I worried that even if she didn't know about my VirtWeb preferences, she might be able to guess from the way I was reacting. But she put an entirely different interpretation on my flushing face.

"Are you sure, Judy?" Mrs Carmody sounded concerned. "I couldn't help noticing you seemed embarrassed when I brought this up. If you think whipping someone -- hard! -- is something you wouldn't want to do, we can just drop this right now. I'm certainly not going to think less of you because you don't want to hurt another person."

I took a calming breath so I'd sound more rational when I spoke again.

"I wouldn't have any trouble whipping someone if that was an appropriate therapy that I would carry out as a psychological agent."

I knew Mrs Carmody only had two kids, Davey and his little sister . . . I'd forgotten her name . . . Gwynn! Right. Was Mrs Carmody talking about having me discipline Gwynn? I'd whipped girls a few times in interactives and my friend Maureen and I had done it with each other. It was a slight turn-on for me, but I much preferred it with boys, and I'd never even done it with boys except in BAD SOMA Encounters, where the whippings were pretty Min most of the time. I always wanted to set the VirtSuit pain induction up high so the whipping would really hurt, but most of the boys I met wouldn't agree to that unless I took very short odds on the Bet.

Or was it possible that Mrs Carmody was talking about having me discipline DAVEY! God, that was such a turn-on idea! Davey was the smartest boy in the school! He'd been advanced two years ahead of his age group, and people were always pointing me out because I'd been advanced one! And he was really cute too! Vrai Reynard! He had golden blond hair and a classical face, and he was tall and athletic-looking, although I never saw him exercise much. And he had really nice legs and a cute butt when I saw him in Gym shorts. A lot of the girls I knew had their eye on him, and I'd been attracted to him since I started noticing boys! He was kind of egotistical, I could see that, but he was still fun to be around and his conceit didn't bother me too much. Yeah! But he could be really sarcastic! I knew he was mean to people sometimes -- Never to me! -- but I could imagine he might be a real brat at home!

"Now there's one other element to this," Mrs Carmody continued, "and it involves sex. I don't mean to be offensive if you don't want to discuss this, but you must know there are a large number of therapies that involve sexual tension between therapist and patient." She paused for a moment, probably to give me a chance to object to discussing it, then continued in a rush.

"I don't mean you'd have to couple, or anything!" Then, more slowly, "But you'd be in charge of withholding or providing sexual gratification to the person you were disciplining. It's part of the therapy we've settled on. Do you think you'd be able to do that?"

It was really old-fashioned to say "couple" instead of "fuck". Everybody said "fuck" now, even the News Media! But this sounded more and more like she was talking about Davey, the way she mentioned coupling and the therapy "we've" settled on -- I was pretty sure she meant herself and her husband.

"I, uh, I wouldn't expect to have any trouble . . . ah, acting sexually on someone I was disciplining if that was the appropriate treatment, Mrs Carmody." I was a little proud of how adult that sounded. "But it would depend a lot on who you're talking about. Is this a boy or a girl, and how old?" Mrs Carmody gave me an appraising look, and I tried to look like a responsible seventh year high school student, just interviewing for a job.

"OK," Mrs Carmody sighed, "I guess I can't keep the details from you any longer. You know Davey, right?"

Even though I'd been half expecting it, it was a shock to hear I was being asked to discipline Davey, and I felt another flush rise to my face as I started picturing details of what I'd be doing to him: whippings and sexual control! I realized I was starting to lubricate at the thought of it.

"Sure," Mrs Carmody," I managed to choke out. "Davey's at the same study level with me in Web Science and Math, and we've spent time after school together."

Mrs Carmody suddenly had another thought. "You're -- nineteen, right?

"Yes, that's right," I answered. "I turned nineteen last May."

"So you're only about a year older than Davey," she said in a musing tone. "He turned eighteen in June, but he acts like such a selfish brat all the time, you'd think he was pre-school! Of course, it's pretty obvious he's really an adolescent male the way he's always obsessing about sex!"

I made some sort of non-committal noise, and Mrs Carmody rushed on, telling me what Davey did last Summer, subverting the monitor cameras to spy on her and Gwynn, then being sent for discipline, and talking his parents into letting him out of it after his first whipping. I could see why Mrs Carmody was upset, since Davey obviously didn't have much respect for her or the household, but I could kind of understand his motivation in spying on his stepmother. I wouldn't mind seeing Mrs Carmody with her clothes off myself! She's extremely attractive, a natural redhead with a warm, rosy complexion. Of course I knew she'd only been Davey's stepmother less than a year, so he hadn't done anything really incestuous.

"I just found out today that he was lying to us about nearly everything when he got out of training last Summer. He was traumatized by his whipping all right, but he never had any intention of trying to reform. He's just a born manipulator."

"I guess I can picture that in him," I said, trying to take a part in the conversation. "Davey has always seemed a little bratty to me, too."

"I'm sure he's a lot worse than you can imagine!" Mrs Carmody said angrily. "When he spied on us he even saved vid clips of me using the toilet!"

She paused for a moment, then continued in a calmer tone of voice.

"You'll get advice about how to carry out Davey's training from his original psychological agent, Linda Fechtenbaum, and there's a training tutorial that can monitor to make sure you don't make any mistakes, but the basic idea is that Davey will need his agent's cooperation to reach orgasm. As I understand it, Linda was going to require him to modify his behavior before she gave him any relief, and she wouldn't just permit him to masturbate: she'd administer the stimulation herself." Mrs Carmody stopped for a second and got an apologetic look.

"Through peripherals, of course, Judy -- I should emphasize that. I don't mean you'd have to touch him if you're willing to take the job."

I nodded, breathing rather heavily, as Mrs Carmody went on.

"The idea is that Davey won't be able to resent his agent when he's so dependent on her for sex; at some deep level he'll be grateful when she brings him to climax. Between the whippings and sexual control, the agent can make good progress on psychological modification." Mrs Carmody suddenly looked hard at me again.

"Is this all something you can do?"

God, I was getting so aroused! I tried to figure out what the question really meant from Mrs Carmody's viewpoint, and how I should answer it.

"I wouldn't have any problem acting as psychological agent for Davey," I said, as mildly as possible.

"Good. But there are a few more things I should tell you. First, Davey has a very strong crush on you, and that's valuable in a therapy like this." Then, apologetically, "Naturally you'd have all the authority you need to keep him under control, so he won't be pestering you all the time."

Hmm. Mrs Carmody really didn't seem to be into sex very much. I'd always thought Davey liked me that way, but he'd never asked me to fuck, so it was good to know for sure!

"The second thing is that while Davey is under your control and not allowed to masturbate . . . " Mrs Carmody faltered a little here, then continued. "He'll have very strong sexual needs and you'll have to be careful how you handle that. It's important that he doesn't think the sexual part disgusts you, or that you avoid doing it longer than the tutorial says is therapeutic. If you're ever in doubt, you should follow the tutorial's advice."

There was a pause before she went on. "It would actually be optimal if he thought you were enjoying it -- teasing him and acting like you're having fun, before you let him reach orgasm." Diane's face was flushing now, for the first time, and she took a deep breath before continuing.

"Do you think you can act that part well enough to convince Davey?"

"I, uh, like Davey," I answered hesitantly. "I think he's cute. So I don't think I'll have any trouble making him think I enjoy . . . interacting with him this way." I was afraid I'd said a little too much, as Mrs Carmody looked at me appraisingly for a minute.

"I don't know," Mrs Carmody sounding worried. "You've looked embarrassed and upset while I've been discussing this. Are you sure you can handle Davey in these training sessions? You'd have to be hard on him to stay in control!"

"I'm positive I can handle the job, Mrs Carmody." I started using mental control to lose my sexual flush, something I didn't normally do since it makes me feel like an emotionless cyborg.

"I can only offer double minimum hourly wage, but you'll be paid for all the time you spend with Davey, after school every day until dinner. And some time on the weekends, if you're able to do that. Linda Fechtenbaum got everything out of the way in her daily seventy-five minute sessions, so you ought to have plenty of time to yourself after an initial learning period. I understand Davey's training should last six to eight months, so it might last until graduation in June. Are you willing to take the job at that pay?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I think it's a pretty good pay, as long as I can study some of the time." I really didn't care about the pay at that point -- I would have offered to do this for free for a month, or even paid premium VirtWeb rates to do it for a few hours at a time.

Mrs Carmody took a deep breath and seemed to relax for the first time since I'd arrived. Then she pulled out a large sheet of smart paper with a contract she'd written up, saying she wanted my Bonded word on how I'd perform my job as trainee psychological agent. Since this was a Geas -- a Bond that made me actually perform a set of tasks -- I needed AI advice, and Diane told me to call my family service and charge it to her. The AI confirmed there weren't any trick clauses in the contract: I just had to do everything reasonable to keep Davey's training within therapeutically correct parameters. And I had the classical out: I could resign the job anytime by notifying Mrs Carmody, and then I'd drop all obligations except not telling anyone what I'd been doing. So I read through the Geas wording with my hand on the Voluntatis plate.

After the contract was registered, we decided that I should hold Davey's sessions in my apartment. My Mom's hobby is classical Gates architecture and she spends half our income on Manufacts to enlarge our house, so I have a large suite to myself, with a private entrance. Of course I'd have to say something to Mom about turning on my privacy lock with Davey visiting every day, but I figured I could just say I was giving Davey training, letting it sound like a school thing. I was kind of surprised when Mrs Carmody had to give me permission to discuss Davey's training with my mother only in a general way, but then I recalled that I couldn't talk about it with anybody without permission.

"I'm sure this will work out fine, Mrs Carmody," I said slowly, thinking about how to handle Mom.

"I want you to call me 'Diane' from now on," she said. "You have a difficult role here, and I want to be your ally and friend. Just let me know if there's any help you need. I've worked out a budget for trainingware equipment and Web access Ms Fechtenbaum said you'd need. You can buy anything you want with the money if you and Ms Fechtenbaum agree it's appropriate. When I talked to her earlier, she said she was going out to an early concert, but you should be able to reach her around eleven tonight. I hope that isn't too late for you."

I explained that I only needed to sleep about five hours a night, so I was usually awake until well after one AM.

After Diane explained about the budget, she stood up, and I did too, figuring we were done. I was trying to think if there was anything else I needed to know before I went home, when Diane spoke again.

"I'd like to have you start exercising Davey's Keycode now, Judy." She hesitated as my face flushed again, and then sounded apologetic. "I mean if you're willing. I know this is all coming at you very fast, so if you need to take some time . . ."

"No, Ma'am," I answered. "I think I should get started as soon as possible."

Diane reminded me to use her first name and walked out of the kitchen. I heard her go up the stairs in front and come down a moment later with heavier footsteps behind her. I began to feel grateful that my shorts were waterproof so my wet underpants wouldn't soak through to make my arousal obvious. I heard Mrs Carmody say something in the hall before she walked back into the kitchen, explaining that she'd ordered Davey not to talk, even when he wasn't in O-Mode, so he wouldn't give us a lot of arguments. I nodded, breathing heavily.

As Davey came into the room and saw me, his eyes widened and his pace slowed. Then he began staring at me with an expression I didn't understand, but as his face grew more and more flushed I realized what he felt was an extremity of embarrassment. At some point his eyes met mine looking back at him, and he got a frightened expression and looked down at the floor.

"I've been keeping Davey in No-Sex since his actions this morning," Diane said. "I didn't want to have to deal with his sexuality for awhile. But I brought him back to Nominal since you're here and you're going to be treating him with sexual tension." She sounded a little disgusted. "You can see he has an erection already. He seems to be like that half the time these days from what he told me when I questioned him!"

I looked at Davey, standing in O-Mode posture with his hands at his sides. I knew he'd tried to hide an erection a few times when he was over at my house, but he couldn't do that now. I could see the outline of his erection clearly, making his fly bulge out, and his face got even redder as he heard Diane talking about it. Diane told him to sit down in a chair near the table, and he moved quickly, probably to make the bulge in his pants less prominent. Then Diane put him in Deep O-Mode so he wouldn't remember later what we said.

"I'm going to put him back in No-Sex when you're not around. I'm really not up to having to deal with David's sexuality right now. But you can change his Modes around any way you want as soon as you take charge. It's probably wrong to keep him in No-Sex as a regular thing, but at least for now it will keep him from rubbing himself raw fantasizing about having you punish him. He actually gets aroused by things like that!"

Max! Lim Sup! If Davey got turned on by the idea of having me discipline him, that was all I needed to make my dream fantasy complete! It struck me as I listened to Diane telling me about Davey's sexuality, that she didn't really mean to be so negative. She was just kind of low-wattage about sex herself, so she thought it was kind of distasteful, but she also wanted to be modern and open-minded in talking about it, which made for a strange mix.

Diane brought Davey out of O-Mode entirely after she told him I was going to be a frequent user of his Keycode. Davey glanced up at me just once before he lowered his eyes again, still looking flushed and scared. I could see his erection again.




Trainingware Pt. 03



Diane gave me a slip of paper with Davey's Keycode, and after I read it aloud he went under right away. Then Diane helped me through the steps to become a frequent user, so I could just say "O-Mode" or "Deep O-Mode" to put him under, the way most parents do. She also had her homebrain register my authority to override Davey's personal privacy, so I'd be able to keep an eye on him with the monitor cameras when he was home. Finally, she took a few minutes reassuring me that I shouldn't be intimidated by Davey's greater physical strength because of the basic compulsion that made it impossible for anyone to use physical force against a frequent Keycode user. We ended up with Davey in normal O-Mode again, so he'd remember the things he heard.

"Now," Diane said, "I'm going to tell you what Davey did to me this morning that convinced me he needs discipline training right away!"

Her account was really raw! Davey learned Diane's Keycode illicitly, and used it to push up her Arousal rating and make her masturbate while he watched through the monitor cameras. That seemed like the closest thing to rape I could conceive of short of penetration! And after she caught him, she found out he was planning even more abusive things to do to her! Diane concluded her account by asking me to start Davey's training with the most severe one-day punishment in his training schedule for what he'd done to her. When I agreed Diane made David acknowledge he'd heard what was in store for him. Davey nodded, looking upset even in O-Mode.

Diane looked upset too. "I'm really in a hurry to get David out of the house and into training," she said. "When do you think you can start?"

Looking at Diane's anxious face, I realized that if I told her I could start right now, she'd hand Davey over to me without a second thought. I looked at Davey sitting there in his chair, tall and strong-looking, an attractive package of warm boy flesh, and I got a strong somatic feeling of what it would be like to be in charge of his discipline. It was exhilarating! But kind of frightening, too, since I really didn't know what I was doing yet.

Then I got a shock as I realized how selfishly I was reacting! I'd had lots of consensual BDSM Virtual Encounters, and that was fair, but there was nothing consensual about this! The plans I had for Davey weren't all that different from what Davey had wanted to do to Diane! We were both using Keycode control to do something mean to another person, overriding their will and causing mental anguish because we got turned on doing it. Of course I wanted to think that what I'd be doing really WAS different since Davey had been criminally anti-social when he abused Diane. I was going to correct his anti-social tendencies -- it was therapy!

But maybe I was just using that as an excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway! Thinking about it for a moment I decided the proper thing was to turn this job down if I couldn't convince myself that what I'd be doing was really for Davey's own good. Still, I didn't want to be hasty -- I'd take my time to understand what the training was supposed to accomplish. Anyway, my Bonded oath required me to learn more before I took charge of Davey.

"I need at least tonight and tomorrow morning to study the tutorial, Diane," I answered. Could you send him over tomorrow at eleven AM?"

"You can set up the compulsion yourself, Judy. You're in charge now!"

So I did! I created a compulsion for the first time, and Davey would be at my door at eleven on Sunday if he was physically able to get there.

-6-

As soon as I got home I stripped and took out my favorite peripheral, a Parted Roses IV. It only took me about a minute to reach my first orgasm picturing Davey's apprehensive expression when I met him in the kitchen. It was so Max that what made him anxious was knowing I'd be in charge of his discipline, and I ended with FOUR orgasms! A lot even for me!

When I was finished, I relaxed for a few minutes, then looked at my watch. It was four-thirty and Mom wouldn't be home until seven, so I sat down at my console and used the temporary access Diane had provided to access the Disciplinary Science tutorial overview.

The reward-avoidance training I was giving was just what I'd imagined from Diane's description, like some of the sex interactives I'd played on the BAD SOMA VirtSites, with much more serious pain and long-term sexual frustration. This form of training was the sexiest discipline mode there was, and I was a bit puzzled that it was permitted. It would obviously be a turn-on for some psychological agents unless there was a really tough entrance test to weed out anyone who got aroused that way. That would weed me out too of course, and then I could stop worrying about the morality of what I was doing.

But I kept reading and learned that the most valuable feature of reward- avoidance training was that it worked without causing trauma. Some Council AI's thought traumatic training could cause psychological problems in later life, but sexual domination was basically harmless. Any masochistic habits the subject picked up could be extinguished at the end of training with simple mental exercises. And the AIs didn't consider an agent getting aroused by controlling the subject to be a problem, as long as the training parameters were met. A certain amount of reciprocal arousal between subject and agent just improved the binding between them, and that was valuable in the reward area of the therapy. OK, that relieved one of my worries at least.

A lot of what was in the tutorial was technical stuff -- a prone positioner to constrain Davey while he was being whipped, settings for the Arousal mode, and for a high-tech paddle called a punishment wand. I went through the wand's functions and remembered something Diane had said about Davey buying one. It was pretty expensive nano-tech, so I phoned Diane and told her that to save money, Davey should bring the wand with him when he came to my house the next day. then I went back to studying the tutorial.

There were three phases to the training, and pain and sexual control were crucial during the first two phases. The basic idea was to keep a lot of tension by first intimidating the subject with whipping, then arousing the subject so much that he (or she) would actually be willing to accept more whipping to reach orgasm. Agents were enjoined to stay as unpredictable as possible, trying out new punishments frequently. Humiliation was an encouraged alternative to whipping -- the more sexually oriented the better -- assuming it could be carried out with enough force to make a lasting impression. I thought that wouldn't be too hard. I could question Davey in Deep O-Mode and find out what punishments he'd fantasized about. That was supposed to provide an extra erotic dimension, since he'd know he'd invented them himself. And if Davey's scenarios ran out after awhile, I had plenty of ideas of my own.

The tutorial had a monitor function to watch the session through my house cameras and warn me if I was doing anything wrong, and I was relieved to know I couldn't mistakenly do something that would harm Davey. The tutorial wasn't a real AI, it was just a little smarter than an ape, but of course it was an Expert and knew everything there was to know about discipline situations like this, including emergency medical treatment for unlikely emergencies. I'd also be able to connect an ear clip and have the tutorial tell more about Davey's reactions to the discipline, and a throat clip to ask questions.

I went through the tutorial at familiarization level and finished just as I heard the chime that said Mom was home. It was just after seven, so I went downstairs to the main kitchen, and Mom was already pulling some food out of the temporal and flashing it.

"Hi Judy!" Mom said cheerfully. "How about General Gao's chicken with balsamic rice and Aloo Paratha for Dinner? And maybe some NewFruit compote?"

"Sure, Mom." I took out plates and eating utensils to set the table. After about ninety seconds, we were both seated and starting to eat. We're pretty quick about meals in our house, so I knew I'd be able to get a lot of work in before I talked with Ms Fechtenbaum at eleven.

I told Mom I'd accepted a job from Mrs Carmody, and then there was a long, seemingly casual interchange, as Mom asked questions about what I was doing. I told her it was a training program for Davey Carmody, and that didn't cause more than a raised eyebrow, but when I mentioned that I'd have to turn on privacy while Davey was in my apartment, I knew this would be the crux. Mom wanted to know more details and when I said I'd given my Bond not to discuss it, I could see her getting worried. She knew some kinds of training had sexual elements, and I couldn't say sex wasn't involved, so it was some time before I found the right formula to calm her down.

Look," I said, "I can't talk about it, but I can say that I don't have to touch Davey Carmody at all while I'm training him."

There, that was true, and it didn't break my Bond -- I really wasn't required to touch him, but of course I could if I wanted to! And it was misleading in a useful way. I knew that when I said I didn't have to touch Davey, it pretty much covered the field as far as Mom was concerned. If she thought about my refusing to say sex wasn't involved after that, she'd probably conclude it was some attraction we both had outside of the training. She was already losing her concerned look.

"All right, Judy," Mom said. "I know you're a grown woman now, and I'm sorry if I seem to pry. Just promise me that if you ever start feeling bad about a Bond you take on -- or anything else! -- you'll come to me and tell me how you feel. I can get a Bond broken if it's bad for you."

"Thanks, Mom," I answered. "I can quit this job anytime I want, though, so I'll be fine. But I understand what you're saying, and I promise to come to you if I ever get into any kind of trouble."

I'd only promised this about a million times already, but I knew very well why she worried about me. I didn't mind reassuring Mom as much as she needed when I thought of all she'd done for me after she learned about my problem and divorced Caspar.

"Gotta go study, Mom," I said, and gave her a kiss, then went back to my room to study the details about phase one reward-avoidance training. I kept at it for more than three hours, until eleven o'clock, when it was time to call Ms Fechtenbaum.

The pretty woman who answered the phone and identified herself as Ms Fechtenbaum looked much younger than I'd expected! It struck me that the youthful appearance of a licensed psychological agent was one reason Diane thought it was reasonable to put a 19-year-old trainee in charge of Davey. I introduced myself, and Ms Fechtenbaum told me to call her Linda.

"So you want to be a psychological agent," she said. "Do you think this is going to be a career choice, or do you just want to do it for this one job?" She was addressing me like a mature colleague, so I tried hard to act the part.

"I'm really not sure yet what I ultimately want to do," I answered diplomatically, although I was actually quite sure I didn't want to make a career of this. "For now I'm just trying to do the job Mrs Carmody wants done, and I guess that means I need to apply to become a trainee."

"There's nothing easier," Linda said, and she did something on her keyboard to make a Form appear in split-screen. The Form listed the responsibilities I'd have, and things I was expected to do as an agent trainee. Everything looked simple and obvious as I glanced through it quickly. The Form clearly needed to talk to my school record, so I called that up and connected them. Then I had to use my Voluntatis palm plate to agree to my responsibilities. Two seconds after I was done I saw flashing words on the screen: "Application finalized: Judith Price accepted as psychological agent trainee," and then the date and a lot of boilerplate.

Linda was looking closely at the form. "Hmmm. VERY nice Maturity index. That's the main requirement in this field, of course, and I've never seen better ratings for someone your age." She nodded a few times, then looked up.

"So how can I help you? You should know I'm being paid for this consulting, double my usual rate for the time I spend advising you, and Diane Carmody asked me to tell you that it doesn't come out of your budget. I have the impression Diane is trying to economize a bit, but she'd certainly want you to get everything you need out of these conferences. Maybe you can just ask all the questions you have now, and then call me again when you have new ones."

"I'll do that, thank you! Uh, could you start by reassuring me that this is really the right thing to do for Davey? I know he did some awful things, but this training sounds like it's terribly hard on him, and I want to understand how it will benefit him."

"OK," Linda answered. "First of all, you have to understand that David has an extremely low Maturity index and high selfishness rating, nearly at the level that would trigger automatic involuntary conditioning. All his life he's been able to get his way by talking his Dad into things -- as Diane said, he's extremely manipulative."

"I -- I've heard that," I said, "So I have to be careful not to let him manipulate me."

"Not just that! What you need to do is perform a full exploration in Deep O-Mode at the beginning of every session of everything David's been thinking." Linda's voice was very forceful, but still friendly. "Remember, parents aren't supposed to pry into their children's private thoughts too much, but knowing everything is your job here! Make sure you're always aware of what he's really thinking. Once you understand his motivations and the way he rationalizes them, you won't be in any doubt about his need for this training. This is definitely for his own good. He's feeling more and more isolated from other people, and it's only going to get worse as he gets older, so he needs attention immediately." I nodded and resolved to learn David's motivations as soon as possible.

"Of course, he'll change during the training, and pretty soon he'll be more trustworthy, at least where you're concerned. If you follow the tutorial, in four or five weeks he'll be thinking about nothing but satisfying you that his behavior is acceptable. That doesn't mean he'll treat other people any better though, so you need to continue to progress through all the phases of the training. Have you been reading the tutorial?"

"Yes," I said. "I think I understand phase one pretty well, and I have some grasp of the others. Do I need to go deeply into phases two and three before I have my first session with Davey?"

"No. For the first few weeks, all you really need to do is follow the tutorial suggestions, or at least not stray too far from them. The end of phase one is a critical time, though -- it's extremely close to an extended traumatic experience, so you need to know what you're doing by then. The tough time you give David at the end of phase one is the only way to make him agree to extinguish core attitudes that make him so immature and selfish. And you've got to build up to that point by getting him in the habit of being reflexively obedient when you tell him to do something."

"Right," I answered, "That reminds me of something. Should I fix it so Davey can't talk, so he won't try to argue with me? He was that way this afternoon."

"No! You've got to be in charge! He'll think he's won a victory if you don't stand up to him on a personal level. Let him talk, but don't let him derail you from your agenda. Interrupt him, put him in the positioner, whip him, punish him in some other modality, whatever you have in mind to do next."

Linda paused for a moment in thought, and then went on, "In fact you should never use compulsion for things you can make him do by intimidation. Just tell him you don't want him to try to manipulate you, and after a few days he'll be much more tractable. But if he lies to you or misleads you, you should punish him immediately. He has to learn he can't get away with that."

I was getting erotic feelings again, listening to Linda's explanations.

"I read about punishment modalities," I said. "Why is embarrassment such an important aspect of the training?"

"It's a type of sexually charged punishment that's particularly effective with modest boys, who connect embarrassment with sex as soon as they start having erections in public. David is extremely modest for his age - - top tenth of a percentile. Bathroom discipline would probably be the most effective humiliation for him. Withholding permission to use the bathroom is extremely basic; it could qualify as a full punishment modality for subjects who connect bathroom discipline with sexual embarrassment as David does. Your tutorial won't let you make mistakes, so you don't need to worry about causing him damage by making him wait to urinate or defecate."

Diane considered for a moment. "Actually there's a sexual peripheral you can use that's smart enough to keep David out of risk at all times, even when he's not at your house where your monitor cameras can observe him. You'll want to punish David outdoors sometimes, to stay unpredictable."

"What peripheral is that?"

Linda brought up a purchase ad for something called the Hubba-2 on split- screen. She said it was only one-tenth the cost of the old Hubba-Hubba, but it still cost two-thirds of my trainingware budget. I was hesitant, but Linda assured me that a Hubba-2 was well worth the cost, and the rest of my budget would cover everything else I'd need, so I ordered one for delivery the next morning. Then Linda checked she still had David's positioner specifications, and asked if I had access to a Manufact. Mom has dozens of them modifying our house all the time, so I found one that wasn't too busy and put the Manufact socket up on the phone screen so Linda could send David's measurements.

We talked about the pain intensity settings on the punishment wand for awhile and how the sex-surge would add sexual tension to David's whippings.

"I'd suggest starting with a sex surge setting of forty," Linda said. "Then, if you set the pain intensity below forty, you could eventually bring him to orgasm by whipping him. But of course you know you're supposed to start off with a pain intensity of eighty and adjust it to his baby-response threshold with a child-level Pain Sensitivity, right?"

"Yes, I understand about that," I answered.

"So it won't come anywhere near giving him an orgasm during a whipping at that pain intensity." Linda was nodding as she spoke. "But it will make him feel the whipping is erotic at a deep level, so you can keep the tension up. He'll feel quite aroused at the end of each whipping round."

I was pretty red-faced by this time, lubricating freely, and I was afraid Linda might notice how aroused I was. I was right, too!

"You enjoy the idea of punishing David, Don't you Judy?" she suddenly asked. "It's erotic for you. Right?"

I must have looked stricken, because Linda laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to get you in trouble. There's nothing wrong with enjoying your work, although agents don't usually talk about it. Of course you can't let it sway you from giving appropriate therapeutic training. If you make the punishments too hard on David, you'll end up a candidate for involuntary discipline yourself!"

"I -- uh," I paused to take a breath, "I gave my Bonded oath that I'd provide proper therapeutic training for Davey," I answered. "And even if I hadn't, I'd never modify his training in a way that could hurt his therapy."

Linda smiled at me, "OK, I believe you. I saw your Conscientiousness level on your school record. That leaves you with a lot of freedom anyway, since you can do nearly anything you want that isn't physically or emotionally harmful, and if you get off on punishing boys you're going to be in heaven for the next six to eight months. Of course you know you can't fuck David, right? Not until phase three, anyway, and that's several months away!"




Trainingware Pt. 03



"Yes, I know that," I answered, flushing again. I'd been a little unhappy when I saw that restriction in the tutorial overview.

I hesitated a moment, then asked a rather rude question.

"Is it common for psychological agents to enjoy this?" I blurted. "I mean, like, do you ever feel that way?"

"Well the clients I get aren't usually as good-looking as David, I can tell you that!" Linda hesitated for a moment, before going on. "OK, if you want me to talk about this, you have to give your Bond not to repeat what I say."

I wasn't used to giving Bonds so casually -- I hadn't been able to give a Bond at all until I was declared Adult, but of course Linda used Bonds every day. I put my hand on my palm plate and keyed it to Linda's through the wallscreen, then promised not to repeat anything Linda told me in confidence. Linda looked at the screen acknowledgment and started talking again.

"OK, I admit I got turned on whipping David. He's cute, and he's appealing when he's vulnerable like that. Traumatic training is too extreme for me to really enjoy, though -- it's ghastly pain! Still, I had a bit of fun wiping the smirk off his face, and I set the punishment wand to a sex-surge of 40 so he'd get aroused between whipping rounds. I misled him when I said the whipping series would extinguish his sexual attraction to me. But there's nothing unprofessional about what I did! It's an acceptable variation to have him bind to me sexually during traumatic conditioning. It makes him feel more vulnerable and reduces the amount of pain he has to experience."

She hesitated again before continuing. "And if David were sent to me for reward-avoidance training, so I had more flexibility punishing him and got to mix in sexual contact, I'd be creaming every day during his session. As I said, there's nothing wrong with that if you control any urge to change things materially for your own enjoyment. David will be able to tell you're attracted to him, and enjoy carrying out his training. The treatment is all sex and punishment mixed together anyway, and if you enjoy it you'll develop a closer relationship than you could otherwise, which is ultimately good for him."

Linda clearly thought that was enough discussion of that topic, and she put up another screen showing brief outfits called 'punishment suits', shorts and tops I should make David wear when I punished him. Tops were for outdoors; he could wear just the shorts while he was in my apartment. The suits were of smart fabric, but not very expensive, so I ordered five of them.

"I need to make a few more calls to other time zones before I go to bed, Judy, but I can spend a little more time. Are there any other questions I can answer for you?"

"Yes," I said, flushing again. "I had an idea that I might be able to make a sensie recording of David the first time I punish him so I can record his embarrassment. You say he's very easily embarrassed. Then I thought I might be able to overlay those feelings on his normal emotions when I punished him later, so he'd always feel just as embarrassed about being punished as he was the first time. Do you think that could work?"

"Sure," Linda answered. "Good idea. Imposing emotions with sensie overlays is standard practice in some treatments. I use it myself occasionally. You just have to be careful to filter out any thoughts and sense perceptions from the recording, and make it interactive so it's appropriate for what's happening at the moment in later sessions. The tutorial monitor can't quite handle that, but the Hubba-2 can do it easily. Another advantage."

Linda brought up another purchase ad for a microbead sensie recorder, and suggested I put it on the crown of David's head -- it wouldn't come off by itself, and I could give him a compulsion not to notice it. It could record Davey in full sensie and play back embarrassment overlays simultaneously.

"Do you want to experience a sensie of David's reactions to the sessions yourself?" Linda asked.

I was surprised I hadn't thought of that! I'd played a few bootleg S&M sensies that had punishment sex, but of course never of somebody I knew - - a boy I was whipping myself! I'd be able to experience everything Davey felt and thought during the sessions if I recorded him!

"A lot of agents use sensie clips to get a personal idea of how effective their punishment is," Linda said, smiling. "You can even play the sensie as it's being recorded during David's session to know how he's reacting in real time, but you should stick to sensations and emotions at first or it will get confusing. You can learn to handle real-time thoughts with a little practice, but I'd avoid visuals entirely while he's there. And you have to turn the intensity way down for emotions and sensations when you're whipping him of course, or you won't be able to administer an effective punishment."

"God," I said, "I guess I need to get two of these recording microbeads."

I ordered them and got eight AM delivery again. Then Linda looked at her watch and said she needed to make her other calls. But she told me to call her any time I had questions and if she didn't answer her phone, she'd get back to me in a few hours. Then we signed off.

The next morning, I woke a little later than usual. By the time I'd eaten breakfast, all my equipment was delivered. The positioner had been Manufacted during the night, so I had a mechanical bring all the equipment to the Exercise room in my apartment, then started studying the positioner through its Help tree. It was pretty simple without optional peripherals, and Linda had told me the Hubba-2 would be the most effective peripheral.

The recording microbeads were simple -- I had the standard system in my apartment to record David's sensies and broadcast feelings of embarrassment, and all I had to do was have David wear one. He wouldn't notice it, so the trick I was using to increase his embarrassment would seem like magic as far as he was concerned!

Also, I'd decided to call him "David" from now on instead of "Davey", since formality like that was recommended in the tutorial, and I was sure Linda Fechtenbaum would never lessen her authority by using David's nickname.

Finally, I started to study the Hubba-2, and there were so many functions, I thought it would take me the whole day to explore them all. I tried to cover the major ones, and I lost myself Webbing on the Help tree. When I noticed the time, it was almost eleven. David was due in five minutes!

I began feeling stressed, since I hadn't really thought out what I was going to do with him in the first session. Then I realized I needed to ask David a lot of questions in Deep O-Mode first anyway, so I'd have plenty of time to think during that. He wasn't going to notice an extra half hour or so. All I had to remember when I met with him was to be forceful and not to let him get away with anything. I had to keep that in mind! I'd never liked the idea of hurting someone except in S&M games, but now I had to punish David to do my job, and it wasn't a game!

Then I laughed and realized I needed to loosen up! I wanted to enjoy my work, after all, not feel overawed by my responsibility, and it was actually supposed to be good for his training if he knew I got turned on punishing him. I put in my ear clip and throat clip and booted up the tutorial to monitor the session. Then I had a thought and told the tutorial to archive vid clips of what happened. I attached my microbead and arranged that the tutorial would record a sensie of me as well as David after he had his microbead on. Just as I finished my preparations I heard my private door chime!



Trainingware Pt. 04



Fourth of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger

-7-

David

After Judy dropped me out of O-Mode and went home, Diane told me to eat the dinner she gave me and go to my room. When I got there, it was still only 6:00 PM, so I calculated I had seventeen hours of anticipating what it was going to be like to be whipped and sexually controlled by Judy the next day. Now that she was a frequent user of my Keycode, I was completely in her power -- I'd obey any order she gave me. It scared me to think about it.

I tried to think of some way I could influence Judy so she wouldn't whip me as hard as she could, and it struck me there might be a real chance! Judy had always seemed to be very considerate of people's feelings, and I thought I might be able to convince her to reduce the pain setting on the wand if I was careful to appeal to that part of her social makeup. I didn't think I'd be able to talk her out of controlling me sexually though; she looked like she was looking forward to that part when Diane mentioned it in the kitchen! Her reaction surprised me, since I'd always thought Judy was too conventional to be into any aspect of S&M, but at least sexual control wasn't painful. I knew I was unnaturally shy for a guy, though, and thinking about that part made me shiver with embarrassment.

I was back in No-Sex, so I couldn't masturbate and get my mind off what was going to happen, and it was worrisome that the scenarios I was picturing gave me no physical response. Diane had given me a compulsion not to speak to her unless there was some kind of emergency, so I sent her email asking that the homebrain put me in Rest Mode when I got in bed so I'd be able to sleep. I don't remember anything after I lay down in bed a little after ten, so she must have done what I asked.

Saturday morning I took a thorough bath, trying not to think of why I wanted to be so clean. Then I was on tenterhooks until it was time to start to Judy's house. As soon as I stepped out the front door I felt horny again, and it got worse as I walked. I couldn't take a detour and find someplace to do something about it because I had a compulsion to go directly to Judy's house at eleven. Diane had made me bring the punishment wand I'd bought to give to Judy, and I was carrying it in a paper bag so nobody on the street would see it. But I couldn't stop thinking about how Judy was going to use it on me, and I became more and more apprehensive as I approached her house.

I rang Judy's door chime with my left hand in my pocket to hold back my erection, and she came to the door wearing shorts and a cut-off shirt. In my excited state she looked exactly like one of my fantasies about her, a Young Bettie Page character. The sight was kind of wasted on me though, since I was so embarrassed I could barely raise my eyes from the floor to look at her properly.

Judy told me to come in, and as soon as she shut the door Diane's orders made me pull the punishment wand out of the paper bag and offer it to her. She accepted it with a smile, and I could feel my face radiating heat.

"Are you able to talk, David, or can you only answer questions?"

"I'm . . . only allowed to answer questions," I answered.

Judy said something and I felt a discontinuity that I recognized as a short period in deep O-Mode.

"OK," she said. "You can speak now. Tell me how you feel about everything that's been happening." 

This was my chance to talk Judy into going easy on me! I pretended to stagger a bit, then spoke in a rush.

"Can we go and sit down and talk for a minute, Judy? Please? I really need to sit down!"

"Sure," Judy said quickly, looking concerned. Good start! She led me out of the foyer into the front room, what she calls her entertainment room. I sat down in the chair she pointed to, then started nerving myself up to be as convincing as possible. My embarrassment decreased as I concentrated on what I needed to say, and I looked up to meet Judy's eyes before I started speaking, trying to project sincerity.

"Look, Judy," I began in a low, cautious tone. "You know we've been friends a long time. I've been here in your house a lot, and I always liked you . . ." I suddenly wondered if Judy knew I'd fantasized about her when I stroked off, and I flushed and lost my voice for a second, but I forced myself to continue. "And I thought you liked me too. Isn't that right?"

I paused, waiting for her answer. This was the hook! If she related to me on a social level now, I was halfway there! "Yes, David, I do like you. You're pretty conceited, but that never bothered me too much."

That wasn't a great answer from my standpoint. The part about being conceited wasn't something she'd normally say, and she sounded a little skeptical somehow. I also noticed she was calling me "David" instead of "Davey" as she normally did. That was worrisome too, since Ms Fechtenbaum always called me "David". But at least she HAD said she liked me!

"I have to depend on that now, Judy," I said. "I'm in a terrible position. Diane has given you all this power over me -- uh," I had trouble choking it out, " . . . put you in charge of my discipline training. But you weren't my psychological agent until yesterday, and I have to hope that our friendship still means enough that you're not going to start acting like a Warlord and causing me a lot of pain just because you have the power to do it!"

There, I thought I'd made that pretty convincing for someone as social as Judy. Unfortunately, she didn't sound convinced when she spoke again. 

"O-Mode. What did you hope to accomplish with what you just said, David?"

"Uh," I needed to think of a true answer that wouldn't sound too much like an attempt to manipulate her, and I had to answer quickly. "I was trying to talk you into reducing the severity of my punishment."

Judy got a distant look, and I could see muscles moving in her throat, so I assumed she was communicating with the discipline tutorial Diane had told me about. Finally, she looked up to ask another question.

"If our positions were reversed and you were in charge of my punishment, describe what you'd do about it."

What a terrible question!!! I never struggled so hard against answering truthfully under O-Mode in my life!

"Aghhh . . ." I made a strangling noise, then couldn't resist speaking. "I'd whip you . . . until you were bawling! And then I'd give you two or three more whipping rounds just as hard, with rests in between to let you get sensitive again, until your bottom was so sore you'd do anything to get out of more whipping! Aghhh . . . and then I'd have you tell me things I could do to embarrass you, and make you beg me to do them to you instead of being whipped again! And, Aghh . . . then after putting you through some embarrassment games I'd tantalize your pussy and play a game of frustrating you . . . until you were pleading with me to put my cock in you . . . I'd make you beg me to do anything I wanted if I'd just let you come." 

When I finally came to an end of what I'd do to Judy, I was so scared that I wanted to jump up and run out of the house, an impossibility in O- Mode, of course! The punishment I'd described grew out of the fantasies I'd had about Ms Fechtenbaum's whipping and what I'd learned since about reward-avoidance training. I expected Judy to be furious about what I'd just said, especially since she knew O-Mode made me completely truthful, so the mean punishments I'd just said I'd use on her were absolutely accurate.

"And why would you enjoy doing all those mean things to me, David?" Oddly, Judy didn't sound as angry as I'd expected.

But I still had to answer another question. "I'd enjoy it . . . sexually," I answered reluctantly. "It would . . . turn me on to punish you like that, to, uh, control you and paddle you and make you plead with me."

Judy suddenly got a mean smile on her face. "And it will turn me on to punish you like that too, David. I'm going to enjoy it sexually putting you in that position."

I must have looked shocked, because Judy suddenly giggled. "What's the matter, David? Haven't you ever heard that women are people too? Why shouldn't I enjoy having you in my power and punishing you if you enjoy doing it to me? You're very attractive, you know. I've fantasized about you lots of times, just like you've fantasized about me! And you're not the only one who's had some BAD SOMA Virtual Encounters!"

I was stunned to hear Judy talk this way! I'd always thought she was so proper that I'd even been afraid to ask her for sex, because I thought she might get offended! But surprised or not, I found myself responding erotically. What Judy was saying played into submissive fantasies about reward-avoidance training I'd had for the last three months, and I suddenly had X-rated pictures running though my head about Judy whipping me and making me beg for sex.

"Drop O-Mode," Judy said. She sounded brisk now, ready to start my punishment, and I felt my fear of being whipped return. Maybe I could salvage something now that I could talk again! I was still pretty sure Judy was too social to actually enjoy causing me severe pain.

"Wait, Judy, please!" I blurted. "If you enjoy punishing me and, uh, stuff, I can get turned on by that too as long as it isn't TOO hard! Can you just take it a little bit easy on me like in BAD SOMA, so I can sublimate it? I mean you can still have fun and make me beg, right? Then when you feel I've, uh, learned my lesson, maybe we can both get off together!" I could feel how hot my face was as I made that last suggestion, but it was clear that Judy was a lot less demure than I'd thought, and I wanted to make this idea appealing to her. I was getting very excited again thinking about the situation I'd just proposed, and I tried to control my breathing as I waited for Judy's answer. She had that distant expression again, and it was taking a long time.

"I would have been happy to do what you're suggesting before Diane hired me," Judy finally answered. "In fact, I was worried about taking on this job, because I knew I'd get turned on punishing you, and I didn't want to cause anyone pain for selfish motives. But I've spoken with Linda Fechtenbaum since then, and examined your memories in Deep O-Mode, and my discipline tutorial evaluator makes it clear that you badly need this training! You've been acting like you're trying to grow up to be a criminal or something! Other people's feelings hardly real seem to you! You never gave a moment's thought to how Diane felt while you were controlling her yesterday, not even after you left her Arousal rating at 89 for minutes after she reached orgasm. You just dropped her to zero so fast because you were afraid you might get in trouble!"

"But look," I said, beginning to feel kind of desperate. "If you go easy on me, I promise to give you my full cooperation about trying to change the way I act! That has to be worth some concession." I was projecting sincerity as hard as I could, and meant what I said about cooperating. For a while anyway.

"Stop trying to manipulate me, David! I know how much your cooperation is worth!" Judy's voice suddenly had a snap in it, and I quailed. None of my arguments were having the effect I wanted!

"Besides, I think I'll be able to get your cooperation without making any concessions," Judy continued in a musing tone. "The tutorial I'm interacting with directs your training in a general way, but I have a lot of discretion. I can certainly give you extra whipping if I think you haven't been cooperating with me." Her voice suddenly turned a little mean, "You DO want to cooperate with me, don't you David?"

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, Judy," I answered. I could hear my voice trembling.

"I think you need to practice cooperating with me by doing what I tell you without making me use O-Mode. If you don't do what I tell you, I'll take that into account later. I expect you'll be quite sore at the end of your whipping for what you did to Diane, so you really won't want any extra slaps!"

Judy paused a moment to let that sink in, then put the snap in her voice again, "Are you going to do what I tell you?"

"Yes," I choked out.

"Then let's start!" she said, sounding eager all of a sudden. "First, take all your clothes off!"

I'd been expecting an order like that, so I quickly started taking off my shirt, then my shoes and socks. But once I started unbuckling my pants, I was flushing heavily and moving more slowly.

"Come on, David! You're getting punished! Don't make me wait for this! Any time you hesitate doing what you're told from now on, you'll get extra slaps!" Judy's voice sounded gloating. "I'd say you're up to three extra already!"

I forced myself to finish quickly, taking off my pants and underpants within a few seconds. Then I couldn't figure out how to hold myself. I was squirming with embarrassment, trying to find a way to stand that would make my erection less prominent, impossible while it was standing up at a sixty degree angle this way. Judy gave me a long smiling look with her hands on her hips, then told me to stand still and walked all around me, making teasing remarks.

"You look very cute this way," she said. "And I think you're quite excited, am I right? Your penis doesn't always stand up like that? Very pretty! And you have such a cute butt, too! It'll be such a nice target for the punishment wand!" My face was so hot it felt sunburned, and I closed my eyes to shut out Judy's gloating face when she came in front again.

"Come on, David," Judy said suddenly. "Walk with me into the exercise room."

I opened my eyes and followed Judy, trying to avoid getting even more excited by her rear view in shorts. She looked over her shoulder at me a few times and I quickly learned to step carefully, so my erection wouldn't bob up and down. When we reached the next room I saw the positioner, just like the one in Ms Fechtenbaum's office, and I began to feel physically sick, dreading what was coming next.

"Get into the positioner now," Judy said, watching me carefully. I surprised myself then by bursting into tears, my dread about what was going to happen translating into misery, and I heard myself pleading with Judy not to whip me in the positioner. But she seemed unimpressed with my pleading.

"You've earned three more slaps for hesitating! Do you want to try for six?"

I cried louder, but did what I'd been told. I stepped up into stirrups of the positioner, then knelt into the things that looked like shin guards, and lay forward. Once again I fell into the crouching posture I remembered, with my knees bent and my behind in a high exposed position, my legs and upper body draping down at the front and back, my arms bent at the elbow with my hands just below my shoulders, as if I were starting pushups.

After I was in position, I felt the restraints clicking into place around me, and the platform rose a few feet. I got a mental picture of how helpless and vulnerable I must look to Judy. My erection was protruding down between the thin surfaces of the leg rests, where she could reach out and stroke it if she wanted. And she really might do that in a little while! That was probably part of the sexual control!

Judy walked up beside me and did something to rotate the platform, raising my upper body until my knees were straight down under me as if I was kneeling on the shin guards. My torso was resting horizontally on the upper part of the positioner, so my bent over posture tightened muscles in my buttocks, which I knew would make the punishment wand's slaps sting more. My behind was right at the level of Judy's shoulders, a nice straight tennis swing with the wand.

My crying reached a new volume, and I started begging Judy not to whip me as hard as Ms Fechtenbaum had. I wasn't putting on any kind of act either -- I was rigid with fear.

"I won't be whipping you as hard as Linda did," Judy said, suddenly sounding a bit sympathetic. "But don't get your hopes up! It'll be hard enough to leave you good and sore, so you'll learn to cooperate!"

Then I felt a slap on my behind, not very hard, and I remembered how Ms Fechtenbaum started with warm-up slaps. The slaps built up quickly, and I was soon pleading with Judy. Then I heard the little beep from the wand that I remembered, and a pause that let me know what was coming.

I shrieked when I got the first full strength slap, and then again with the second. Judy was spacing them out slowly, just as Ms Fechtenbaum had, about one every three seconds, and by the fourth or fifth I was wailing a lot of the time, with a shriek every time I got a new one. The whipping seemed to go on a long time, and I was bawling like a baby near the end.

After Judy stopped, I went on bawling for a minute or so before I was able to calm down. Then Judy told me she was going to go do something else for a while and walked away, leaving me helpless in the positioner. I knew she'd be back soon, when my behind became more sensitive again.

After a minute, it felt like my buttocks were being stung by a hive of bees, the returning sensitivity I remembered from Ms Fechtenbaum's office, and I started crying quietly again as I thought about getting another whipping round. I was actually kind of surprised at how vulnerable I felt. The whipping Judy had just given me was noticeably less painful than the one I'd had from Ms Fechtenbaum -- it still hurt a lot, but I should have been able to keep from bawling like a baby at the end! I was humiliated to feel so vulnerable in front of Judy!

I suddenly realized how horny I was. I had a terribly sensitive erection, obviously caused by the punishment wand sex-surge, and it was torture not to be able to do something about it. My excitement reached a peak and slowly fell off over the next few minutes, until I was able to think about other things. I looked around the room as best I could, and saw a few tall mirrors on the wall in front of me. I felt a new wave of humiliation as I saw the reflection of my upper body on the positioner, red-faced and miserable looking.

My thoughts were interrupted as Judy walked up to the positioner again. I immediately started begging her to let me out of more whipping, but she interrupted.

"O-Mode. Tell me how you compare the whipping I'm giving you to the one you got from Linda."

"It's . . . clearly not as hard," I answered. Then, because I had to say something about how painful it felt, I added, "But it still hurts a lot!"

"Do you think the whipping you're getting now is traumatic?"

"N-No," I answered slowly. I couldn't think of anything to add to that.

"OK," Judy said, "Drop O-Mode. I'm going to start the second round now. Remember that you're being punished for what you did to Diane, and that means you have a hundred and twenty slaps coming, the most you can get in a single reward-avoidance session. So far, you've only had thirty-five." There was a slight pause, and then she added, "And I'll tell you the reason you feel so vulnerable right now, David. I don't want you to hang tough through this, so I've adjusted your Pain Sensitivity Mode setting to child level."

Now I understood why I was reacting like a kid getting whipped, but it didn't change anything about how I felt, and I started pleading again. Judy just ignored me and began my next round. I started shrieking when the slaps reached full strength, and this time I was bawling less than halfway through the round. I felt much more sensitive now, with my behind already sore.

When the whipping round ended, I kept bawling my lungs out for another minute or so. I finally managed to draw a shaky breath, and Judy told me to think about what I'd done and why I was getting whipped, then said she'd be back when I was sensitive again. During the second rest period, I was constantly aware of the time, and when I could expect Judy to come back; it was pretty much all I could think about. I cried quietly as I felt returning sensation in my behind, and only got my mind off it for a few minutes when I felt the post-whipping arousal again. I thought Judy must be using a very high sex-surge setting on the wand to make me this excited between rounds.




Trainingware Pt. 04



I was angry now. I suspected Judy was making my whipping as severe as possible for this kind of training, getting turned on by making me bawl and leaving me so horny. I tried to imagine some way to get revenge, but of course that was very unlikely with Judy a frequent user of my Keycode..

When I heard her walk up to the positioner again, I started crying, begging her not to whip me anymore, promising to do anything she said if she'd just let me out of the positioner. I sounded pathetically eager to degrade myself to escape more whipping.

"You've had seventy slaps so far, David, and you have fifty more coming. Have you been feeling intimidated by your whipping so far?" Judy asked. "Are you motivated to do what I tell you?"

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

I felt three slow slaps at full whipping strength, one after another, and I started bawling again by the second one. My butt cringed when the fourth would have come, but when it didn't I still continued bawling for several seconds before I could control myself.

"I don't want you to call me Judy anymore," she said in a strict-sounding voice. Then she added, as if she'd just thought of it, "Not during punishment sessions anyway. I want you to continue to call me Judy when you're not being punished, but when I'm punishing you, I want you to address me as Ma'am."

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered in an abject voice. "I promise I'll do anything you say!"

"Good," she said. "Don't forget!" And she swung the wand against my ass again, making me shriek. I suddenly realized that Judy was acting the same way Ms Fechtenbaum had at the end of my session, and I felt a sudden hope through my pain that I might be coming to the end of my whipping, if taunting me like this was some kind of climax!

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

Judy gave me another slap with the wand, and I shrieked again.

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

"I promise," I pleaded. "Please! I promise I won't!"

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

"Please, Ma'am!"

Judy started listing my infractions and giving me three slaps for each one, yelling over my bawling to make herself heard. She began with how I'd pretended to be weak when I first arrived, then how I'd tried to play on her social feelings to get her to go easy on me, and so on. At the end she gave me three slaps for hesitating to get in the positioner. It took me a few minutes to quiet down and catch my breath when she finally stopped. Then she spoke again.

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

My butt tensed up, expecting another slap, but it didn't come.

"Yes, Ma'am," I moaned, in a tearful voice. "Please, I promise I won't." I was so intimidated I used the trick I'd learned in first-year mental training where I internalized my resolution to do whatever Judy said without thinking, so even under O-Mode I'd confirm I was trying to cooperate as much as I could!

"Good," Judy answered. "And I don't want you to hesitate to obey any orders of mine again."

My buttocks tightened reflexively, and I answered that I was sorry and from now on I wouldn't hesitate to do whatever Judy told me.

Judy paused for a moment, then said, "OK. Now I suppose I'll have to give you the rest of your whipping in a few minutes. Do you have anything you want to say or any questions you want to ask at this point?"

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

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

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

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

I couldn't think of anything for a minute, then I thought of an important question.

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

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

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

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

I continued crying. I couldn't even plead with Judy now that she'd warned me against repetitive requests. But then she spoke again in a thoughtful tone of voice.

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

"Yes, please, Ma'am," I answered immediately. "Please use any humiliating punishment you want, just so I don't have to get whipped anymore." I gave a little hiccupping sob. "I'll do anything you say. Please."

That was what Judy wanted me to say, of course. She was duplicating what I said I'd do to her, making me beg for humiliating punishments instead of more whipping. I'd thought it was a sexy idea when I fantasized about doing it to Judy, but it didn't seem at all erotic in my current situation. Still, I felt so sore by now, so intimidated by the pain of being whipped, that I was eager for any alternative, no matter how humiliating. In fact, when Judy didn't say anything in response to my offer, I worried that she wasn't going to give me a chance to take the alternative punishment after all. But I stopped myself from asking again, afraid I'd be given more slaps for being repetitive.

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

I saw Judy walk across the room to open a chest of drawers and take out something that looked like a small silver ball. When she returned to the rear of the positioner I lost sight of her, and I realized I was feeling sexually excited again from the whipping I'd just had. Suddenly I felt something touch my skin, high on my inner thigh, and almost instantly it seemed to flow, like quicksilver, up into my crotch, settling in the crack in my ass, and around my erect cock. I made a startled noise, but whatever it was didn't move any more after that. It just felt like I was suddenly wearing an athletic retainer made of warm taffy that filled all my crevices down there. Of course I was anxious to know what Judy was doing, but I didn't want to ask and maybe get more slaps with the wand.

Judy didn't say anything for a while, but a minute or so later the taffy suddenly seemed to harden a little. It felt like my cock was enclosed in some sort of restrictive sheath, and I felt something like a small rubber nipple inserted in my rectum. The sensations felt exciting, making me want to thrust my hips to rub against the sheath around my cock, but when I moved the small distance possible in my restraints the sheath moved with me.

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

"Ohhh," I moaned, unthinkingly trying to play on Judy's sympathy, "Yes, Ma'am, it's really frustrating."

"You're lying, David!" Judy announced. She gave me three slow swats with the wand and I was shrieking again.

After I stopped, Judy said, "You'd better not lie to me again, or I won't stop with just three slaps. Now answer my question about whether the Hubba is making you feel sexy."

I tried to be as accurate as I could this time. "Yes, Ma'am, a little bit. It feels like my, uh, penis is, uh -- enclosed in some kind of sheath, so I want to rub against it. But it moves with me so I can't feel any friction and, uh, it feels like it's doing something in my . . . rectum." I felt embarrassed describing this, but I didn't dare hold anything back.

"And now it feels like my penis is being dipped in ice water, or something," I continued nervously as I noticed a new sensation. "Or at least my, uh, testicles feel cold. But I still feel, uh -- just as aroused as before."

Judy was quiet a moment, maybe talking to the tutorial. Then she explained that the Hubba was improving the circulation in my testicles with a cold treatment, to forestall any pain from continual erection. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't the start of some new torment.

I suddenly felt the positioner moving my body into a new configuration, bringing me to a reclining posture, nearly straight. I noticed I now had some freedom to move my hips up and down, and guessed what was coming next. When Judy moved close to me and I felt her hand touch my cock under the positioner, I was instantly galvanized, thrusting my hips to increase the contact, humping and groaning with excitement! I felt Judy's fingers moving on my erection in some sort of rhythmic, pulsing grip that was more exciting than any contact I'd ever felt, even with advanced peripherals. Then I felt something like Judy's fingernails scraping across my sore behind, causing a perverse erotic thrill, and I could feel the nipple in my rectum become longer and thicker and start to move insistently, twisting in and out with a sexy, slippery feeling. Pretty soon I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom, but the feeling was all mixed up with intense sexual arousal.

After a minute or so Judy stepped away from me, but I could still feel what seemed like her fingers pulsing against my cock, and all the other sensations. The feeling continued as I got closer to climax, until I was so excited it felt like I was HAVING a climax, but there was still an overriding feeling that I wasn't there yet. The sexual excitement kept escalating, and I realized I was experiencing a totally new spectrum of sensation! Beginning with the strongest feeling I'd ever had during climax, it moved to more and more intense levels. After a minute or so, I reached a plateau of erotic desire so powerful it was almost painful, but I still didn't come! I was so aroused I was hysterical with excitement, humping galvanically, and the frustration of not having the release of climax for the two or three minutes this went on was the most awful sensation I'd ever felt, even worse than the grinding pain when I'd dislocated my knee two years before! I would have done anything to reach climax then, or even to just keep humping until I finally got there!

All of a sudden, everything stopped, Judy's fingers pulsing against my cock and the probing anal sensations. It was obviously ending, and I went berserk. It COULDN'T stop like this! It was excruciating after being brought so close at such intensity! I kept trying to move and make contact again, but with no success. After more than a minute with no contact, I was still whimpering and thrusting my hips, and Judy spoke again.

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

"I couldn't -- I don't," I gasped disjointedly. Then my voice rose to a shout, "I've NEVER felt anything like that! I just HAVE to get OFF!"

"Not just yet, David," Judy answered in a surprisingly gentle tone. "Now settle down unless you want to go back to being whipped for the rest of your punishment."

Not just yet! Judy seemed to be implying she'd let me get off in a while if I calmed down, and I began to feel some hope! I replied slowly that I didn't want to be whipped again, so I knew Judy was going to humiliate me for a while longer; but maybe at the end?

"I think it's time you get up out of the positioner and start walking around," Judy said. The positioner moved back down to its rest position on the floor and released my restraints, so I stood up, feeling stiff and terribly sore on my behind. My cock was sticking up at its eager sixty- degree angle, and I could see a silvery surface on it that had to be what caused the sheath-like feeling of containment. Judy was watching me and me face got very hot again until she threw me a pair of shorts and I quickly put them on. Then I realized I felt a strong need to pee now that I was standing up.

"I -- uh, may I go to the bathroom, Ma'am? Please?"

Judy gave permission without tormenting me, something I realized guiltily I wouldn't have done if I'd been in charge of her, and I went into the bathroom across the room from the positioner. My cock kept its silver sheath as long as I had an erection, and it took a few minutes before I could make it go down so I could pee. I finally succeeded, and afterward I tried to examine my cock, coming quickly erect again as I thought of going back outside. I saw it was sheathed in silver as soon as it got stiff, and I felt the nipple reenter my rectum -- the nipple was always there after that whenever I got an erection. I looked closely at the silver sheath and decided it was made up of thousands of tiny tentacles Hubba used for manipulation; the tentacles must have been stimulating me on the positioner after Judy moved away. I touched the sheath and tried tentatively to stroke my erection, but I didn't feel much. There was just a sensation like I was gripping my cock lightly -- it was very slippery against my hand -- the tentacles were so small they acted like a lubricant -- and I felt varying pressure on my cock as my hand moved up and down along its length, but there was no friction against the skin.

I kept stroking myself though, and suddenly, I DID start to feel some friction. It felt unbelievably good, and I got an overwhelming desire to stroke off! I was SO horny! The friction against my cock felt like Judy's fingers stimulating me, a pulsing containment of my cock, a very weird feeling since I was the one touching it, but it made the manipulation incredibly sexy, and I knelt down on the floor and tried to get to climax as quickly as possible. Pretty soon the nipple in my rectum got much larger and more active again, and that made me even more single-mindedly aroused.

But after a few minutes I realized I wasn't making progress fast enough. The pulsing friction on my erection kept feeling more exciting as I went on, and I was sure I'd be able to get to climax eventually if I just kept it up, but I knew I wouldn't have the time I'd need with Judy expecting me back shortly. I started to think how Judy would react if she caught me like this -- she'd probably already programmed her monitor cameras so she could look in on me if she got suspicious. It was terribly frustrating having to stop, but the thought of getting another whipping if Judy caught me provided the motivation I needed. I pulled my shorts back up and waited to calm down a little before I went back outside. The thing in my rectum stopped moving and gradually shrank down to nipple size again as I got myself under control, but I didn't lose my erection, so he nipple didn't go away entirely.

When I left the bathroom Judy looked up at me from across the room, and I knew my humiliation punishment had started when I felt my cock tantalized with feather-light pulsing touches as I walked toward her. Since my hands were free, I wanted to touch myself, but I knew I'd be punished if I did it where she could see me. My arousal got stronger as I got closer to Judy, and soon I couldn't keep my hips from rocking back and forth slightly. When I stopped in front of her I was hunched over, trying to pull away from the maddening stimulation, and Judy suddenly leaned over, pulled my head toward her with a hand on the back of my neck, and kissed me! I felt an extra surge of arousing contact then, and I didn't want her to stop! But she drew back and I returned to the previous level of stimulation, still thrusting my hips.

"I'm glad to see you keeping your hands where they belong!" Judy said teasingly. "If I ever see you touch your penis sexually, even for a second, I'll give you ten good slaps in the positioner. And if I ever catch you actually trying to masturbate when you think I'm not watching, you'll get an eighty-slap whipping the next time you come here!"

I cringed at the thought that Judy might have already seen me doing it in the bathroom, but she gave no hint of that as she continued.

"And I want you to stop rocking your hips that way," she said. "That's naughty, and if you keep it up, I'll have to paddle you. It won't be as hard as what you get in the positioner, but you won't like it! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I concentrated as hard as I could to control myself and gradually got the rocking of my hips under control. The tantalizing stimulation on my cock didn't change, but I was able to resist moving because it clearly wasn't doing any good anyway.

Judy told me to bring some things from the kitchen for lunch and put them on the table she was leaning against. When I moved away from her body, I got some relief from being tantalized, but whenever I came back into the room the distance from Judy's body that made me feel so excited increased and the excitement got stronger. I knew this was exactly the type of game I would have played with her if I'd been the one in charge, and it was probably going to continue until I screwed up and started moving my hips again, but I figured I had to resist as hard as possible. Judy could tell if I gave in before I had to, and then I'd really get it! The fourth time I came back from the kitchen, I was moving through a haze of erotic excitement, and as soon as I got to the table where Judy was, she came over beside me and got close enough to brush against my body. That got me so aroused I started thrusting my hips galvanically, and couldn't stop.

Suddenly I felt my shorts slipping off, and I tried to grab hold of them, dropping some tableware.

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

"Yes, Ma'am," I mumbled. I felt totally humiliated while Judy lectured me since I was still humping, with my shorts around my ankles.

"You've been naughty, so you have to get punished."

Judy made me bend over the table and stretch out, with my arms reaching across to the other side and my legs spread, so I wouldn't be able to jump up quickly. The first time I felt a hard slap of the wand on my sore behind, I jumped and cried out as I tried to twist away.

"Don't do that, David!" Judy said in a forceful tone. "I made the slaps I just gave you easier than the ones you got in the positioner, and I think you can stand still for them. Whenever you try to twist away like that, you'll get an extra one, and if you jump up from the table, I'll give you three extra. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, gritting my teeth.

She gave me ten more slaps in that position, and I was mostly able to stand still while I got them, so she only had to repeat two. I was crying loudly at the end, and she told me I was done for now, and let me pull my shorts back up. As soon as I did, Hubba started stimulating me again, and I gave a little cry as it started. I managed not to start humping again, but I felt like I couldn't hold out very long.

Judy looked at me thoughtfully. "I guess I've teased you enough this way. Do you want me to let you come now?"

"Yes, please, Ma'am," I answered, praying this wouldn't be just another frustrating punishment.




Trainingware Pt. 04



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

I felt hopeful rather than intimidated, since I thought Judy wouldn't lie to me under these circumstances; even as sore as I felt, being paddled might be just a spice to getting off if I got sexual stimulation while it was going on.

"I'm going to have Hubba keep you from reaching climax until you've worked off the whipping you have coming after subtracting for your humiliation. The slaps will start easy, but they'll get harder! Pay attention now! The harder they get, the faster you'll reach orgasm! You can ask for harder slaps any time you want!" While she was talking, she did something to collapse the wand to about a foot in length, so it seemed the right size for an over-the-knee paddling. Then she sat down on a sofa and told me to drop my shorts and get over her knee.

I was surprised at how humiliated I still felt as I did what I was told, dropping my shorts and kneeling next to Judy, then leaning forward over her lap. Every part of Judy's body I came in contact with as I stretched out over her knee felt shockingly sensuous, so smooth and soft. I could feel my cock touching her legs below her shorts just before she told me to lift my bottom to make it a good target. When she took my cock in her hand, I started moving against it immediately, and even when she began to paddle me, I never wanted it to stop. The paddling hurt as it got harder, but I was able to sublimate a lot of it.

Judy kept reminding me to keep my bottom elevated, and sometimes when I cringed away from the slaps she stopped touching me, so I quickly learned to thrust it up while I rocked my hips. I was thrusting galvanically for contact against Judy's pulsing fingers, and every third time I brought my behind up again I'd get a slap. The paddling kept getting harder, but I was getting more excited too, until I was up to the level where I'd normally climax, and then past it into the new spectrum of sensation I'd felt before, so I was able to take a lot of pain. At some point it became clear that each time the slaps got stronger I felt more erotic sensation, and by that time I was so excited I started to plead with Judy to paddle me harder. I kept getting more and more excited, nearly to the level I'd felt in the positioner, and the slaps were really hard at the end.

Suddenly Judy stopped paddling me just as I exploded with the most intense orgasm I'd ever dreamed of, a burning, sweet ecstasy of release! I was screaming as I ejaculated, and it lasted what seemed a very long time before I finally dropped down, spent. I felt such relief that I think I fell asleep for a minute or so, stretched over Judy's lap. I came to myself again when I heard her voice asking me something.

"Did you enjoy that, David?" Her voice was soft and pleasant.

"Ohhh, yes," I answered sleepily, "That was . . ." I couldn't think of a word for how good it had felt.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said, since that was clearly what Judy wanted, like a mother reminding a small boy to be polite. I was kind of surprised that it came out so naturally, but I really was grateful to Judy for finally letting me come, and it suddenly struck me, for letting me rest afterward, lying over her lap this way.

I felt Judy start stroking my behind very softly with the tips of her fingers. It was so gentle it didn't hurt much, but it emphasized how sore I felt back there, and suddenly I began feeling exposed and embarrassed again. I started to tense up, and Judy told me I could get dressed again if I wanted. I quickly got up, found my shorts, and pulled them on.

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

I flushed, surprised to still be so embarrassed at the idea of being naked in front of Judy. That wasn't normal after all I'd been through, was it?

"Can I change in the bathroom?" I asked. Judy nodded, smiling, and I picked up the clothes I'd arrived in and went into the bathroom I'd used earlier.

-8-

After I changed and came back to the table, I saw Judy had a flexichair for me to use, configured so I could kneel on the knee-rest and lean against the back, so my rear wouldn't have to make contact with the chair seat. I felt grateful that she was trying to make things easier for me now that my session was over, and I suddenly remembered that she'd said earlier that she liked me. In fact she mentioned she'd had fantasies about me! Maybe she really did believe the job she was doing was for my own good, and wasn't making my punishment more severe than it had to be. Obviously she enjoyed dominating me, but I would have felt the same way if I'd been the one dominating her and I found I couldn't resent her for that. I remembered too how she'd suddenly kissed me when she was tantalizing me earlier. She wouldn't have done that if she didn't like me that way, would she? And the way she'd paddled me over her knee at the end while she stroked me off with her hand! My face was flushing as I thought about it. It seemed so . . . personal! I was sure Ms Fechtenbaum wouldn't have done it that way. When she finally got me off at the end it felt so good it almost seemed like all the pain that came before was just a build-up to that! I was getting confused, starting to think of Judy sexually again instead of as a mean War Lord with power over me.

Judy started talking as soon as I sat down, obviously trying to make me feel at ease.

"I want you to understand that your punishment is over for today," she said. "I don't intend to give you more than one punishment session a day, when we first meet here, since I want you to feel safe enough to concentrate on your school work and other things the rest of the time."

Judy paused expectantly until I nodded to show I understood, then continued.

"You're going to be wearing Hubba from now on. It'll keep your skin clean and healthy, so you won't have chafing, and it has other useful properties. The Hubba has nearly human intelligence so it can direct your training from now on when you're alone. It'll help you concentrate when you try to study by masking any pain or minor sexual arousal you feel." Judy stopped and suddenly raised her voice for emphasis.

"But it won't keep you calm if you let yourself start fantasizing about sex, David, so you'll need to control yourself that way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Call me Judy again until you have another punishment session."

"Yes . . . Judy. I'm sorry!"

"You don't have to be so cringingly submissive when you're not being punished, either. I'm not threatening to whip you if you don't call me 'Judy'. I just want to make sure you don't call me 'Ma'am' at school. Some of my friends could make pretty shrewd guesses about our relationship from that. They'd think we had a consensual BDSM arrangement, of course, not that I was your psychological agent -- I don't think anyone knows agents do this kind of BDSM stuff anyway."

"I was, uh, wondering if anyone at school was going to . . . find out." I said, flushing again.

"Not from me," Judy answered. "I don't want to humiliate you that way."

I couldn't help but compare what she was saying to the domination fantasies I had, where I'd tease girls I had power over right in the classroom at school to humiliate them even more. And of course I'd whip them anytime I felt like it, and scare them with threats that I'd let other guys in the class whip them! I suddenly felt kind of ashamed of my fantasies, and grateful Judy's ideas of domination weren't as mean as mine.

"I'm not going to compel you to come to my apartment every day after school, either," Judy said after another short pause. "I expect you to show up here, and you'll be punished if you don't, but I want you to be discreet so word doesn't get around that you're coming to see me every day. I won't mind if you're a little late if you need to spend some time avoiding observation. But this is a very quiet street, so I don't think you'll have any problems."

"Thank you, Ma' -- Judy."

"I told you that I enjoy dominating you like this, remember?" When I flushed and nodded, she smiled. "Well it's true! I got really turned on, especially when I was getting you off over my knee! I felt like I was going to have an orgasm myself when you started begging me to make your slaps harder near the end!" Judy still sounded excited by the idea; her contralto voice reminiscing about my paddling gave me a new erection as I thought of how my over-the-knee approach to climax must have appeared from her perspective. But then Judy noticed my fascinated, red-faced expression and seemed to recollect herself, continuing after a pause in a more measured tone.

"But I want you to know that I'm not going to take advantage of your situation. Your training will be over in six to eight months, and I won't keep it going one second longer than necessary. I've given my Bonded word to your mother that your therapeutic needs will receive consideration ahead of anything else, and I wouldn't make you suffer more than necessary even if I hadn't sworn to it."

Six to eight months! I was horrified at the thought of eight months of punishment like what I'd just been through. I suddenly found myself crying, and before I knew it I was bawling miserably. Judy looked sympathetic, and after a moment came over and put her arm around me, which made me cry harder. I stood up and hugged her and she held me and comforted me for a minute or two, until I was feeling more calm. But then I began feeling a little less calm with her body so close to me. Judy noticed immediately and broke out of the hug, but she didn't look mad at me or anything. We both sat down again and I asked the question I cared about most.

"Does my whipping have to be so hard?" I asked, wincing from a body memory of what the wand felt like on my behind. I was so sore back there that, even sitting with no contact against a chair seat, I still felt stinging pain from the stretched skin. "Can't you give me this training without so much pain?"

Judy got a distant expression, obviously communing with Hubba again, before she replied.

"I'm sorry it has to hurt so much, David, but your whippings have to be painful enough to make you change your behavior. You know you've never seriously considered doing that in the past!"

I gave a guilty start as I realized Judy knew all about me. Even after getting whipped by Ms Fechtenbaum, I'd never actually considered doing what she told me. I'd just tried hard to get out of going back.

"Look, your session won't always be as bad as it was today," Judy said soothingly. "You started off with a severe punishment for what you did to Diane, and probably from now on you'll get out of being punished," she hesitated with a distant expression, then continued, "-- uh, nearly half the days we meet. And often you'll only get relatively minor punishments."

Judy was trying to make the training sound like a livable arrangement, but I still dreaded the idea of getting into the positioner again.

"Now let me tell you some rules you have to follow if you want to avoid being punished." I felt my ears prick up, and I gave all my attention to what she was saying.

"First," Judy spoke slowly, "I want you to avoid doing anything to hurt anyone's feelings. If you do hurt someone's feelings, you'll be punished. If you realize you've hurt someone's feelings then you can reduce your punishment by trying to make amends immediately. Apologize! Try to make the person feel better! Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I don't expect you to suddenly turn into a social genius, understanding everyone's needs. I'll be training you in empathy later, so you'll understand other people better, but that's weeks away! But I do want you to be as inoffensive as possible until then." She paused for a second, then continued.

"The second thing you already know," she went on. "You're not allowed to masturbate." Judy paused and looked at me, and I nodded flushing. I wasn't used to having a girl talk to me like this, and even the fact that she'd just gotten me off over her knee didn't seem to make it easier to take.

"You'll be able to masturbate if you try hard enough. If you start stroking yourself, Hubba will keep you insensitive for a little while, but after a while it'll cooperate in letting you get off, as long as you're someplace I can keep an eye on you through the monitor cameras: my house or yours." I felt another body memory, tinged with guilt, of how I'd already felt Hubba start to cooperate when I tried to stroke off in the bathroom!

"But it'll take you at least ten minutes to get to climax if you masturbate, so I'll have a good chance to catch you at it! And at the end there'll be some hurdles Hubba will make you get over before you can succeed. I'm not giving you any details about that now, but Hubba will see to it that you won't always be successful. And if you fail a hurdle you'll be whipped the next time I meet with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered in a mumble. I was almost as red-faced as I'd been during my session, thinking about how Judy might be watching me through the monitors if I tried to stroke off. I could imagine how closely I'd watch her, if she were the one who had to masturbate in view of the cameras!

"But if I don't catch you at it and you get over the hurdles, you're home free!" Judy finished happily. "I won't punish you if I find out about it later. You'll have a chance to succeed, and that's supposed to be a good thing for your training since it will increase the sexual tension between us!"

That made sense to me for some reason, and I waited to hear more, but Judy had obviously finished talking. She started to eat, and I took a few bites of food myself, then felt surprised at how hungry I was! Judy started talking about some non-threatening topics, and I felt myself relaxing. At some point the subject turned to my low grade-level in mental training studies. Ms Fechtenbaum had always harped on this during my visits, emphasizing how I could improve my Maturity Level if I worked hard on mental training tutorials. I'd usually just agreed vaguely that it would be a good thing, and forgot about it. I was thinking that way now, giving my usual excuse that I didn't have any real talents in mental training, when suddenly Judy's voice got a snap to it.

"That's an order, David! I want you to spend a good long time this afternoon on mental training tutorials! And keep it up, at least an hour every day, until I say you can stop!"

I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise, and promised I'd do what she said. Judy finished eating and told me to use the console in the entertainment room when I studied in her apartment. Then she told me to clean up the table, went to her bedroom and closed the door. And of course I had to do it!

After I cleaned up, I brought the flexichair into Judy's entertainment room, and worked all afternoon at the console. When I sat down in the flexichair again, still without any contact against a chair seat, I winced at how sore my behind felt. But after a few minutes at the console I was able to forget about it. I realized later that Hubba must have been helping me concentrate, because whenever I let my mind wander I was aware of the soreness again. I spent most of the time on the console going through the basic mental training tutorial and doing all the exercises: if I had to do this, I wanted to do it right. But I took a break after awhile to do a little school preparation, just a half-hour I'd been putting off.

Then I guiltily webbed to Hubba-2 product documentation and went over the description of how Hubba could keep a subject from reaching orgasm even at a very high Arousal level. That must be what was happening when I got so excited in the positioner and later over Judy's knee. The Hubba was causing the new spectrum of sensation I'd felt, and that was why my final climax over Judy's knee was so unforgettably intense!

At six-thirty Judy came to talk to me, and I felt nervous until I realized she wasn't going to punish me again. I hadn't done anything wrong, and anyway, I'd already been punished today. Then I felt myself getting an erection as I noticed Judy had put on new clothes that showed off her body, and the Hubba reacted by creating a wreath around my cock and inserting the nipple in my rectum again. I flushed, and Judy smiled slightly but didn't say anything about it.

I felt a discontinuity when Judy put me in Deep O-Mode for several minutes, but when I came out again I wasn't in any kind of trance, and Judy wanted to talk. For some reason she seemed a little spaced during the conversation, and lost her train of thought a few times.

"I've just been on the phone with Diane," she said. "You'll be coming here every day after school, and I also want you to come every Saturday and Sunday morning after breakfast. My door will let you in if I'm not here, but I won't usually be more than a half-hour late." She looked at me speculatively for a moment. "And if you arrive here knowing you deserve to be punished, I want you to put on a pair of the punishment shorts you were wearing today as soon as you arrive! I have them in the top drawer over there." She pointed at a dresser on the other side of the room, and I promised to do what she said, wincing at the idea of needing to prepare myself for another punishment.

"I want you to do your homework and mental training exercises while you're here during the week, but if you have anything you want to do outside on the weekend -- seeing friends or going to a sensie or something -- you can do that as long as you're caught up on schoolwork."

Fine! Now I had to be caught up on my schoolwork! I'd never had supervision like that before, and I'd pretty much studied what I wanted, so I got A+ in the Tech subjects and low grades in things that bored me. But what kind of supervision was this? Judy said I was going to be punished for hurting people's feelings and getting caught trying to stroke off, nothing about having to study. Did not studying mean more punishment?

"You get punished for being disobedient if you don't study, of course!" Judy said.

I flushed as I realized she'd somehow known what I was thinking. I hoped she wouldn't be reading my mind like that all the time.

Judy was silent for a minute, and when I didn't have anything to say she told me I should go home for dinner.



Trainingware Pt. 05



Fifth of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger

-9-

Judy

When I answered the door I saw David, his face flushed and his eyes fixed on the floor. He had an obvious erection he was trying to hide with a hand in his pocket, and I had a wet panties moment as I thought how soon I'd have his cloths off with his erection out in plain sight.

I told David to come in, and as I closed the door he pulled something out of the bag and handed it to me: the punishment wand! I accepted it with a smile, watching David's red-faced reaction, and activated the Wand's helptree. It had some somatic AI functionality, so I had it talk to my homebrain and give a readout of David's recent history. He'd been in No- Sex state ever since I left him yesterday, but his Arousal rating had jumped to 76 the moment he left his house, and was up to 78 now. He was nice and horny!

"Are you able to talk, David, or can you only answer questions?"

"I'm . . . only allowed to answer questions," he answered.

I put him in Deep O-Mode and dropped that compulsion, then woke him again.

"OK," I said, "You can talk now. Tell me how you feel about what's been happening."

David seemed to go weak at the knees and asked if he could sit down while we talked. I led him to a chair in the next room, feeling a bit worried by his state. I knew this training was going to be hard on him, and I probably wasn't making it any easier by letting him see how I enjoyed being in control. Maybe I should be handling him with more sensitivity.

As soon as he sat down, I used Deep O-Mode to make sure he was OK, and learned he was just putting on an act to get my sympathy and manipulate me. I was annoyed that he'd made me worry about him, and decided I'd make him pay for this with extra slaps at the end of his whipping. This was exactly the sort of manipulative behavior Linda Fechtenbaum had warned me about! 

I the microbead for sensie recording and feedback on the crown of David's head, then asked the tutorial to start letting me experience a low intensity sensie of his emotions and sensations. After I felt the input on my own microbead, I went into my bedroom and put on a virtual suit under my clothes so I could perceive the sensie more thoroughly. I wanted to feel sensations David felt through his whole body, and I needed a virtual suit for that. The virtual suit would also keep my lubrication down to a background level, so I wouldn't start actually dripping during the session.

When I got back, I asked David questions in Deep O-Mode about how he felt having me as his psychological agent, and I liked what I heard! He'd been fantasizing for months about Linda Fechtenbaum giving him reward- avoidance training, ever since she'd explained what was involved to his parents, so by now the idea gave him an instant erection. He was even more sexually attracted to me than Linda, so his outlook was perfect from my standpoint.

I'd expected this to a certain extent, but I still felt relieved. If David hadn't been aroused at some level about having me dominate him, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy it. If he was simply afraid of being punished, I'd have just like a bully all the time. Of course, reward- avoidance training was designed to link punishment and sexual arousal through his somatic percepts, but I was still glad he was starting with the right mind-set.

David wasn't just aroused, though, he was also quite frightened about what was happening. The only whipping he'd ever had was the excruciating traumatic one Linda gave him, and while he was hoping the whippings in reward-avoidance training wouldn't be so painful, he was still dreading the actuality. That was one reason he was trying so hard to manipulate me to go easy on him, but of course I had no intention of being manipulated. I thought about that for a moment, and decided that I just needed to move things along and get him into the positioner; after the first round of whipping, he'd know that it wasn't nearly as excruciating as the one he got from Linda.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Trainingware Pt. 05



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, Ma'am!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were several seconds of silence before David responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your authority is acknowledged." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Trainingware Pt. 05



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-10- Judy

When David returned from the bathroom, I was monitoring his sensie at full power again, and I felt his gratitude as he saw the flexichair I'd ordered. I started explaining how I only intended to punish him once a day so he could feel safe the rest of the time, then went over the precautions to keep people at school from learning about our daily meetings. As I talked, I felt a tangible wave of gratitude from his sensie, mixed up with a feeling that he was ashamed of something. I tuned the sensie to surface thoughts and learned he was ashamed of his own mean fantasies where he'd whip me anytime he felt like it, even at school. I was glad to see the minor compulsions I'd set up to make him compare what I was doing to his own selfish fantasies were working quite well.

At some point in talking to David I forgot myself and told him how turned on I got when I was getting him off over my knee and he begged me to make his paddling harder. When I noticed David's fascinated red face, I realized I was getting carried away, probably because I still felt so aroused. I slowed down and tried to sound more sympathetic as I explained that I wouldn't do anything to prolong his training, which was due to be over in six to eight months. Of course I should have realized that eight months would seem like an eternity to David. His eyes started tearing up and he murmured, "Eight months!" Then he began crying quietly.

He looked so pathetic and miserable sitting there that I stood to walk over to him and give him a little hug. He began crying louder, then stood up and hugged me for a minute or so while he cried. After awhile he started winding down and I noticed he was getting an erection again, so I quietly disengaged. 

After we'd both sat down again, David asked: "Does my whipping have to be so hard?" A very plaintive voice: he was really asking for my judgment! "Can't you give me this training without so much pain?"

I wanted to encourage him, but not give him false hopes. "I'm sorry it has to hurt so much, David," I said carefully. "But the whippings I give you have to be painful enough that you'll actually be driven to change your behavior. You know you've never seriously considered doing that in the past!"

David gave a little guilty start as he realized I knew how he'd fooled his parents, never even thinking of changing his ways after his traumatic whipping by Ms Fechtenbaum.

"Look, your session won't always be as bad as it was today," I said in a soothing tone. "You started off with a severe punishment for what you did to Diane, and probably from now on you'll get out of being punished," I checked with Hubba, "-- uh, nearly half the days we meet. And often you'll only get relatively minor punishments." Of course the minor punishments were going to be whippings of thirty to sixty slaps, but I was trying to raise his spirits here.

David looked somewhat cheered, and I let what I'd been saying sink in for a minute or so. Then I started explaining how he could avoid being punished by not hurting anyone's feelings. He didn't have any empathy for people at all, and he could be pretty mean sometimes about what he said. I thought that would be a hard habit to break, but I had to start developing a habit of obedience in him and teaching him self-control.

I explained that it would take him at least ten minutes to masturbate, and made it clear what I'd do if I caught him at it. This was the first time I'd mentioned that I'd be watching him through his house monitor cameras, and I was kind of rubbing it in that he wouldn't have any privacy from now on! David gave a guilty start when he recognized the way Hubba had let him get aroused and then slowed him down when he tried to stroke off in the bathroom. When I asked him if he understood all this, his voice was a mumble as he said, "Yes, Ma'am." I decided to let it pass that he wasn't calling me Judy -- he had pretty good reason to think he was under my control right now.

I couldn't think of anything else I needed to say, so I started eating, and after awhile David came back to life and joined me. We cleared off most of the food on the table, and I went to get us some water, and a NewFruit pudding. At the end of lunch, David seemed a lot more relaxed, and I began talking about the work I wanted him to do.

"I want you to spend some time studying mental training interactives, David," I said. "I could hardly believe your level was so low when I saw your school record, and I know you haven't been trying to catch up, either. Why is that?"

David was flushing mildly as he answered, but obviously trying to be as honest as possible. "Well, I don't, uh, have any special skill in mental training studies -- I'm really not cut out for it -- and I think it's, uh, pretty boring."

"But you want to do Web research as a career!" I said. "Do you think there are any researchers at Mouldon Research Labs or any of the other good places who aren't using mental training to augment their originality? Don't forget you'll be up against AI's who can think faster and cover a lot more details than you can, so deep originality is the only way to excel!"

David seemed attentive enough, but a little glassy-eyed. I put him in Deep O-Mode and learned he'd been in rebellion since he was a child against doing mental exercises, because the early ones had so much boring rote repetition. It was such a habit by now that he didn't even listen to arguments that said he should study it. I dropped him out of Trance and made my order more direct.

"That's an order, David!" I said forcefully. "I want you to spend a good long time this afternoon on mental training tutorials! And keep it up, at least an hour every day, until I say you can stop!"

David looked appropriately intimidated, and I decided to leave him to his work.





Trainingware Pt. 06



Sixth of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger 

-11-

David

Walking home from Judy's house I could feel my sore behind radiating heat into the cool air. The whipping Judy gave me wasn't as hard as the one I got from Ms Fechtenbaum, but it lasted longer so I ended up just as sore. Despite this, I was beginning to feel less intimidated about my situation. I knew I could get out of training with Judy if I was just patient about convincing Dad and Diane. It was simply a question of the best argument to use.

I could say I was intimidated by my whipping, but I knew I wouldn't be able to answer in O-Mode that it was excruciating pain and I was afraid of going back to Judy's house. In fact, I was oddly ambivalent about going back: Judy getting me off at the end had changed everything! If I'd been Judy's S&M partner with a short-term compulsion, I would have been furious when she took me over her knee and paddled me as hard as she did while she was bringing me to climax! But to be honest with myself, I knew I would have asked her to take me over her knee that way again in a day or so. I'd sublimated most of the pain when I got really close, and my submissive position over Judy's knee -- so completely under her control - - was tremendously arousing to a certain part of my mind.

And remembering Judy tell me how she nearly had an orgasm when I started begging for harder slaps, I felt an erotic shiver run through me. The Hubba responded to my arousal by tightening it's sheath around my erect cock and enlarging the nipple in my rectum, and I suddenly remembered I couldn't get myself off whenever I felt like it! I had to stop thinking about this! But instead of deflating me, the need to control myself made me think how horny I'd get without a safety valve and how eager I'd be to have Judy take me over her knee next time, and that got me more excited than ever! Just the motion of walking was causing exciting friction of the sheath around my cock!

I stopped walking and concentrated on calming down, using some of the mental training exercises I'd just been learning. When I was calm enough to start walking again, and recaptured my train of thought, I knew that the general description of what I'd been through wasn't going to convince Dad and Diane to let me out of more training. The whipping hurt a lot, enough to intimidate me, but I was ambivalent about going back because of the sex. As I understood the idea of reward-avoidance training, it was supposed to work that way: the sexual rewards making me dependent on Judy, so I couldn't just resent her. Well it was working!

But I thought I could still get a lot of leverage by letting Dad and Diane know how Judy got turned on whipping me! The AI council had no problems with that, but Dad and Diane didn't think like AI's, and I was sure they'd be very upset to learn that my training agent got off on punishing me.

Still, I had to be careful. If I told Diane about Judy enjoying dominance right away, she'd probably find another girl in my class for my psychological agent, and I might end up worse off than I was now! I had to wait until Diane calmed down and I could talk her into letting me out of more training. I felt a sinking feeling as I realized that probably meant I'd be under Judy's control for at least a week.

But I thought I could at least try to get some sympathy now. I'd make it clear how it hurt to sit down, then cry a little and show Diane my red behind. Even better, I could show how I was forced to wear the Hubba all the time and explain how it stimulated me sometimes to enhance my arousal!

When I arrived home, Diane called to me from the kitchen that dinner would be ready in five minutes. I went to a downstairs bathroom to check in the mirror that my behind looked as sore as it felt, so it would arouse Diane's sympathy.

Not at all! It wasn't even red!

It was just kind of pink, like I'd only had a light spanking! I rubbed the cheeks gently and they were still very sore, but suddenly I felt an odd kind of stiffening under my fingers, like I was pushing on something else, making only light contact with my flesh, so I didn't feel any pain; the contact was kind of exciting, actually, and I kept rubbing my behind, intending to stop when I got myself too aroused. My erection had come up as soon as I saw myself in the mirror, and I felt the sheath go around my penis and the nipple enter my rectum again. I realized now that I couldn't see Hubba's silvery sheath on my penis in my reflection! Hubba had made itself invisible or something, and it was using some other kind of camouflage to hide how sore my behind was!

It suddenly struck me that Judy was probably viewing me right now through the house monitor cameras, watching me get excited by rubbing my behind in front of the mirror. The picture was sexy and embarrassing at the same time, and I quickly pulled up my pants, then took a moment to get my erection down.

When I was calm, I walked out to the hall and into the kitchen. There I saw Diane bending over to take something out of the lower flashing unit, and I got stiff again immediately. But the sheath that immediately encircled my cock seemed to act differently than it had before, pulling my erection back against my belly so it wasn't visibly tenting my pants in front. My surprise quickly turned to hope that Hubba would do this whenever I was in public. I knew I'd have frequent erections now that I wasn't allowed to masturbate, and I'd been worried about how I'd be able to hide them at school.

I sat down at the table hard enough to make me jump up yelling with the sore behind I'd had up to a few minutes before, but there was no pain now. Hubba was obviously masking it when other people were around. I appreciated that having Hubba camouflage my soreness was another advantage, since I'd also been worried about sitting on the hard chairs at school with a sore behind, but right now all I could think was that I wasn't going to get much sympathy from Diane if my behind didn't feel or look sore.

Then it struck me that I hadn't really lost my chance. I could explain how sore and red I really was, and how Hubba camouflaged it now that Diane could see it. That was the truth, so I'd confirm it in O-Mode. I thought it was an excellent point to make since it suggested Judy might be trying to cover up how severe my punishment was. Later, when I explained how Judy got turned on punishing me, my parents would be more ready to accept the idea.

Diane sat down at the table and started serving food, smiling hesitantly and looking receptive. She was obviously trying to go back to treating me as a member of the family now that I could talk again.

"So, what kind of a day have you had, Davey," Diane asked, and then winced as she realized that what she'd said sounded like she was rubbing it in that I'd had the punishment she'd asked Judy to give me.

OK, time to mention how much it hurt except when Hubba was covering it up, but as I opened my mouth I felt an agonizing surge of embarrassment about telling Diane what I'd just been through. I started flushing, and all I was able to say was, "Ah . . .," in a dopey voice.

"I'm sorry I made that sound so callous, Davey," Diane said, "but I really am concerned that your first session with Judy wasn't too hard to take."

I remained silent for several seconds, still feeling vivid humiliation. "It hurt a lot!" I finally managed to say, "And it was very embarrassing!"

And I couldn't say anything more! When I thought of going into detail about how sore I was, I pictured Diane being shown a vid clip of my whole session, especially the part where Judy tantalized me and then paddled me over her knee at the end to get me off. And I imagined even worse things: that Diane would laugh and phone the other girls on the list she'd made, and invite them over to see the vid clip, then have them join in supervising my punishments!

I knew perfectly well that all this made no sense -- that Diane would never do such a thing, but common sense didn't matter since I had a compulsion to believe it would happen! I couldn't stop picturing scenes where I was being whipped, naked and tantalized, by all four girls at once, with Diane getting involved too! And the only way I could avoid this was to shut up! I tried hard to overcome the feeling -- Judy had obviously created this compulsion so I couldn't tell Diane about my session -- but the harder I tried, the more graphic the scenes of humiliation became in my mind, until I had to stop! And of course on top of that, I knew that what I HAD said, red-faced, that my session hurt a lot and was embarrassing, sounded like a perfectly healthy reaction to a moderate punishment that Judy had handled perfectly!

After waiting a moment for me to speak again, Diane put me in O-Mode. "Is the pain very bad, Davey? Is it as bad as it was with Ms Fechtenbaum?"

Even in O-Mode I pictured those humiliating scenarios if I went into too much detail, and I wanted to say as little as possible. That's allowed in O-Mode as long as you're truthful.

"No," I answered. "It hurts a lot, but it's not as painful as what Ms Fechtenbaum did. It's not traumatic."

I DIDN'T want to SAY that, and just leave it as a bare statement, with no added details: how it had me bawling like a baby, and the terrible arousal Judy caused me that felt was worse than a dislocated knee. But I couldn't bring myself to add anything to what I'd said. Diane dropped me out of Trance before she spoke again.

"I'm sorry I had to use O-Mode, Davey, but I asked Judy to give you a minor compulsion so you wouldn't try to talk your way out of this training the way you did before, so I wanted to make sure you were all right. I can see that discussing this embarrasses you, and I promise I won't bring it up again."

She hesitated, then added, "Well, maybe your Dad will check a few times in Deep O-Mode that you continue to feel OK. But Judy seems very responsible to me, and she's given her Bonded word to put your therapeutic needs first in the training, so I'm sure you'll be fine."

Great, I thought. My therapeutic needs first and the arousal she got from whipping and humiliating me a close second!

Diane made a big production of dropping the subject and asking me what I was doing in Web Science, my best school subject. I was actually grateful, because I wanted a different subject to talk about too. Diane found several safe topics through dinner, and towards the end I was relaxed about talking with her again. But during a lull in the conversation, it came home to me how little chance I'd have now to get out of training with Judy. There was no way I could talk my way out of it under these circumstances, and Diane had even asked Judy to cause the compulsion that made me so tongue-tied! I was trapped!

As soon as I left the kitchen, my behind felt sore again. I'd been fine while I was sitting with Diane -- just a bit warm back there -- but now it felt as tender as it had while I was walking home. The stinging feeling reminded me of all the fantasies I'd had about reward-avoidance training, and I felt an immediate rush of excitement as I mindlessly anticipated getting into bed to stroke off. But then I realized that I wasn't allowed to do that, and Judy was probably watching me right now so I'd get caught if I tried!

I found myself flushing, feeling my erection pushing out my pants now that I was away from Diane. Hubba was responding to my thoughts of stroking off with an enlarged nipple thrusting slowly in and out in my rectum, making me squirm, and a constriction around my cock providing friction as my squirming made my hips rock. I got to my room and stopped, trying to calm down, then lost my calm at the sight of monitor camera lenses on the walls and ceiling. There was no way to know if Judy was watching my squirming arousal, and that made me even more excited. I knew I had to think about something else, so I used calming mental exercises until I lost my erection. zzz

I'd been wanting to take a bath to get rid of the itchy feeling I had from sweating in the positioner during my whipping, but I figured I could stand a little itchiness until I thought of some way not to expose myself in front of the monitor cameras. I wondered if I could take a sponge-bath without getting undressed, then decided to use the VirtWeb to track down how I'd heard women in France changed their clothes on the beach without exposing themselves.

But I couldn't walk over to my console to connect to the VirtWeb. I had to take my bath first.

It was weird. Some kind of compulsion, obviously, but it wasn't making me do anything, just keeping me from doing something else until I'd done the thing I was trying to avoid, taking off my clothes in front of the monitor cameras. I decided to see if I could at least sit down to think, but when I tried I jumped up again when my rear hit the seat. Huh, I didn't have a flexichair like Judy's, so I was going to have to order one. I tried to go to my console to do that, but I couldn't -- I had to take my bath first.

I gradually realized I couldn't do ANYTHING else until I took my bath. Judy had given me a compulsion so I couldn't avoid acting normally because I knew I was being watched. I was in the same position I'd put Diane in yesterday morning except that I knew it was happening! I was a little surprised at how embarrassed I still felt about Judy seeing me naked, but I'd always been very shy about my body, and Judy obviously cared about seeing me naked too or she wouldn't have given me this compulsion. That made my embarrassment worse, for some reason, and gave me another erection.

Then it struck me that I might be able to convert the embarrassment I was feeling into something sexy! I'd always been turned on by the thought of mild domination by a girl, and just being watched like this was pretty mild. If I could think about it in the right way then stripping in front of the cameras could be a kind of turn-on. Judy wouldn't be able to tell, right? I'd get an erection and look like I was blushing whether I enjoyed it or not. And I had to admit that it was a definite turn-on thinking about Judy watching me on her bedroom wallscreen, maybe doing what I'd been doing when I watched Diane.

I took a sleeping suit from my dresser and went into the bathroom in the hall near my room. As I stripped for my bath I couldn't avoid a few abortive gestures to hide some part of my body, but that only seemed to make my embarrassment worse, probably part of my compulsion, so I gave up and tried to relax. I got an erection, of course, thinking about Judy watching me, and I felt the nipple in my rectum and cold sensations in my groin again.

I had to urinate before I got in the tub, and it took me almost two minutes to lose my erection by running through the mental exercises I'd just learned. I knew girls joked about boys peeing, so I figured Judy was enjoying my embarrassment, but I had to concentrate on something else so I could finish.

Afterward, I moved around the bathroom a bit more than necessary, making sure the cameras got a good view of my body, and thinking about Judy watching me. I still felt embarrassed about exposing myself like this, but I'd been right that with the proper attitude it was a turn-on. I got into the tub and let my mind drift, enjoying my arousal in full sight of the cameras, until I suddenly realized that the nipple in my rectum had grown quite a bit larger and was beginning to move in and out more insistently. I squirmed slightly in reaction and the sheath around my erection felt like it was stiffer now and not moving with me--there was friction! I was breathing heavily and rocking my hips with excitement as the friction around my cock increased.

I remembered with a shock that I shouldn't be doing this! I stopped moving, feeling a wave of shame to be humping naked in front of Judy; I was almost sure she'd be watching me on the first night of my training! At least I hadn't earned ten slaps in the positioner by touching myself!

I got myself calmed down again, and finished my bath quickly. When I got out of the tub and toweled off, I realized I was getting an unmistakable need to sit on the toilet . . . to do the only thing a guy needs to sit on the toilet for. I couldn't imagine showing off in front of Judy this way -- the very idea was distasteful! But after a minute of standing with the towel in my hands I realized that my compulsion to not avoid observation was going to make me do this next! My behind hurt like fire where it came in contact with the toilet seat, and my compulsion even kept me from even bringing my legs together to hide a little of what I was doing.

The worst part was that as long as I had an erection, the Hubba kept the nipple in my rectum. It felt soft and flexible, but I quickly learned it wasn't going to move out of the way when I tried to expel it. I reached down to pull the pencil of tentacles out by hand, but they stiffened and resisted me. When I took a stronger grip to pull harder, Hubba's invisible tentacles suddenly clamped tightly around my thighs and raced up over my shoulders to form a kind of halter, then snaked around my wrists and forcefully pulled my arms up behind my back. I reacted angrily, struggling to get my wrists free, and then I heard a high whining noise, like a giant bee, and felt a painful stinging sensation in my rectum that made me cry out.

I stopped struggling immediately, and the stinging in my rectum stopped. I concentrated on relaxing my muscles and not resisting Hubba, and after a moment my wrists were released and the clamps around my thighs eased off. Then I spent a few minutes getting my breathing under control, trying to come to terms with the feeling of helplessness that was bringing tears to my eyes. Now I was going to have to adjust to the idea that Hubba had a lot more control over me than I'd realized, even when Judy wasn't controlling me directly. I'd been hatching a half-formed plan to run away if the training got too hard to take, thinking if I got Dad and Diane worried enough they'd override the compulsion that kept me from talking about my training. But the plan depended on my being able to remove Hubba, so I couldn't be traced through its Comm circuits, and what I'd just been through meant I couldn't do that. Judy could contact Hubba wherever I went and have it sting my rectum or something until I showed up at her apartment, begging for relief. I'd probably have to go there before Dad and Diane even knew I was gone, and I knew Judy would whip me good and hard for trying to run away.

I needed more mental exercises to calm down so Hubba would remove its tentacles and I could finish what I'd sat on the toilet for. I wiped carefully at the end, losing my calm feeling as I thought of Judy watching this private ritual. But finally I was able to put on my sleeping suit, and I took a long relieved breath as I felt my erection going down again.

I put two ultrasoft pillows on the chair facing my console, then sat down and ordered a flexichair for expedited delivery. After that, I started working on the mental training tutorial again. I kept at it until nearly ten, then went downstairs and flashed a glass of milk -- just a half- second until it was warm. I stood by the counter drinking it and trying to think of some way I could stroke off during the night. I was super horny again despite climaxing over Judy's knee that morning, but I needed to think of how to get off without being caught and earning another whipping tomorrow. The problem was that I knew Judy didn't need much sleep, so she'd catch me if I did it at any time I was normally awake. Once when we'd done a school project together, she'd told me I could phone her until one AM or after six in the morning. I'd been very impressed since I need a lot of sleep myself: I'm usually dead to the world from ten-thirty to seven-thirty in the morning.




Trainingware Pt. 06



I thought Judy probably had my vid up on a wallscreen where she could watch me out of the corner of her eye while she did other things. She'd said I'd have to stroke off for at least ten minutes before I could get to climax, so I was pretty sure she'd catch me if I tried to do it when she was awake. I was positive I'd notice her doing it if our situations were reversed! I considered setting my alarm to wake me up at three in the morning, but if Judy saw what I was doing she could wake up then too and catch me. I got the idea of drinking a lot of water so I'd have to get up during the night to pee, but when I tried it, the compulsion I had that kept me from doing anything to avoid Judy's surveillance wouldn't let me drink a lot of water either. It also made me take my usual detour to urinate before going to my room for the night.

But when I reached my bedroom and saw the bed, my need to stroke off became even more urgent, and in desperation I decided to phone Judy.

As soon as she answered, I blurted out what was on my mind. "Judy, I've never been so horny in my life. I called to ask if there's some way you can let me get off. I could come over to your house if you want, and . . ."

But Judy was shaking her head. "I should have told you this while you were here," she said, her voice distant. "You're not allowed to ask me to bring you to climax except when you have your daily session. Any other time you pester me about it, you'll get ten slaps in the positioner at the next opportunity, or more if I think you're being too insistent."

"Am I, uh." I could feel my face flushing, and felt stupid. "Am I going to get whipped for asking you this time?"

"No," Judy said, smiling slightly. "It was my fault for not explaining this to you while you were here." After a pause, she added, "And don't feel shy about calling me for other reasons. You can even call me to ask that I get you off, if you're willing to take ten slaps. I won't hold it against you. But it's only fair to warn you that I won't agree to give you an orgasm twice in one day unless there are very exceptional circumstances!"

"OK," I said, ashamed about feeling relieved that Judy wasn't going to whip me for this. "I'm sorry I bothered you."

"By the way," Judy said, smiling, "I enjoyed the show you put on at the start of your bath. Too bad it made you so aroused you had to stop!"

I felt heat radiating from my face. Judy was making it clear she'd been watching me in the bathroom and knew I was showing off. After she was off the line, I wandered around my room for a few minutes, feeling sorry for myself. When I finally got into bed, I felt uncomfortably warm in my sleeping suit, so I got up and changed quickly to a lighter suit. But when I got back in bed it didn't seem to help. I felt chafed where the fabric confined me, and hot all over, and I suddenly realized this was another compulsion Judy must be using, to make me sleep in the raw, something I never did ordinarily. I took off my sleeping suit under the blankets, feeling like I'd beaten the restriction by staying covered, but then I remembered I always kick off my blankets in my sleep, so I'd be exposed most of the night. Fine! So Judy could watch me sleeping in the nude! I wasn't going to worry about it!

My behind was still extremely sore, so I had to lie on my stomach to go to sleep. But I got a sensitive erection as I realized I was in the position in which I'd fantasized about being whipped when I stroked off. I had a strong urge to lift my butt a little and thrust my erection against the mattress, and after a short attempt to resist temptation, I gave in and moved my hips several times, trying to make it look as if I was just moving around to find a comfortable position. Pretty soon I started noticing friction from the sheath around my cock, and felt the enlarged nipple in my rectum moving again!

I stopped moving right away, and tried hard to look like I was almost asleep. I didn't know if Judy would interpret what I'd just been doing as trying to masturbate, but I didn't want to take any chances. I tried to lie still and go to sleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about my erection, and I couldn't make it go down. I felt very sensitive lying on my stomach, and my sore butt made me feel perverse arousal. I felt a body memory of being paddled over Judy's knee, and knew I had to stop thinking this way. I tried using the mental exercises I'd been studying to go into Auto-Rest Mode, and that must have worked because I soon went off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was humping and thrusting my erect cock against the mattress, with a moving, slippery presence in my rectum, and it felt like I was only a few seconds from climax. I'd been dreaming that all four girls I'd told Diane about were in charge of my discipline, and they were all tantalizing me in the positioner as part of my punishment: goosing me, and tickling my inner thighs, with feather touches on my cock, then paddling me when I started to thrust my hips and making me beg for more contact. It wasn't scary having all of them humiliating me like that in my dream -- it was just a tremendous turn-on! And now that I was awake, I realized that rubbing against the mattress didn't offer enough contact, but all I had to do was grab my cock and I'd get off right away, almost like a wet dream. I hadn't had one of those since I started stroking off at sixteen, but I remembered them very well! I reached down to touch my cock, and then pulled back, scared.

I could see dim daylight through my polarized window! Judy was certainly awake by now, and she was probably watching me wake up, obviously a time when my self-control would be minimal! I needed all my will power to stop thrusting against the mattress, and once I succeeded I realized I'd kicked my covers off, so I quickly grabbed them and pulled them up to cover myself. It crossed my mind then that even if Judy wasn't watching at the moment, she'd probably have a vid clip showing me waking up, humping bare-assed in bed, and I felt a new surge of embarrassed arousal. Even if I got out of this training somehow, Judy would have a lot of power over me if she got to keep those vid clips! I'd do just about anything she wanted to avoid having them show up on an anonymous VirtWeb site or someplace where my classmates might see them.

When I finally sat up I realized my behind was still sore, maybe not quite as bad as last night, but it still hurt to sit on the bed. The soreness gave me another erection, recalling the sex-surge arousal I'd felt after whipping rounds the day before, and all the submissive fantasies I'd had about Ms Fechtenbaum. I was sure Judy knew all about those fantasies, and I suddenly had X-rated pictures in my head of Judy putting me through all the punishment scenes I'd imagined during those fantasies. Once I lost control of my thoughts like that, I was so aroused by the sexy dream I'd just had that I found it very difficult to stop. It took me a long, frustrating time to calm down.

When I finally had control of myself, I put on my sleeping suit again, went down the hall and into the bathroom, and started cleaning my teeth. We have two bathrooms that my stepsister Gwynn and I use, so when the bathroom door opened and Gwynn walked in I didn't give it much thought. Surprisingly, Gwynn didn't just turn around to go to the other bathroom, but came in with me and closed the door. I looked up, expecting her to say something, but she just stared at me with a kind of red-faced, fascinated expression. The way I felt, I wasn't up to this.

"What's with you, snotnose?" I asked in an angry tone. "Can't you see I'm using this bathroom? Go on out and use the other one!"

I saw Gwynn's face get all twisted up and I couldn't figure out what was happening at first, but then she suddenly started crying! She let go of the robe she'd been holding in front as she turned to open the door, and I got a sudden glimpse that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Then she pulled the door open and fled down the hall towards her room, crying loudly.

I was hurting Gwynn's feelings! I was going to get it for this!

I ran after her and called out to her to wait, that I was sorry I'd yelled at her. She hesitated but then ran into her room and turned on privacy. I moved close to her door to continue my apology.

"I'm really sorry, Gwynn," I yelled through the door to have a chance to be heard through the soundproofing. "I was feeling grumpy and I just snapped your head off. I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that."

The door opened and Gwynn peeked out hesitantly. "You're not mad at me?"

"No!" I said, "But you have every right to be mad at ME!"

Diane suddenly appeared from her room. "What was that shouting about?" she asked. "Gwynn, what happened?" Gwynn just started flushing, and I figured I should answer.

"I, uh, said something mean to Gwynn," I said, "because I was feeling bad myself. But I've apologized."

Diane reacted angrily. "I suppose you think that makes everything fine again, David," she said. "But you can't just go around . . ."

"Davey apologized, Mom!" Gwynn interrupted. "And I don't feel bad now. Anyway, It wasn't his fault. I went into the bathroom he was using, and I shouldn't have."

Diane looked at Gwynn for a minute, still in the robe she had to hold in the front, and Gwynn began to flush again under her Mother's inspection.

"No, you shouldn't have, Gwynn," Diane said gently. "From now on I want you to use the bathroom at this end of the hall exclusively, and Davey, I want you to always use the bathroom near your room. OK?"

We both agreed, and after hesitating a few seconds Diane walked back into her room.

"You really weren't mad at me, Davey?" Gwynn asked tentatively.

"Naah," I said, trying to think of what would make her feel better. "You're really pretty Max for a little stepsister."

Gwynn's eyes lit up at that, and we talked another minute or so. Then I said I had to go finish cleaning my teeth.

OK, I thought that was a very successful apology. But I knew it wasn't enough to keep me from getting some sort of a whipping that afternoon. I got a scared feeling, like butterflies in my stomach, thinking about it.

When I got to school, Hubba was doing everything I'd hoped to disguise my embarrassing situation. I was able to sit in my chair without feeling how sore my behind was, and whenever I got an erection, Hubba's sheath would hold it back against my stomach to camouflage it. My cock was very sensitive -- I wasn't used to getting off only once every twenty-four hours or so -- but I was able to concentrate most of the time on my lessons. The exceptions were when I would catch a glimpse of a female classmate and feel a sudden surge of lust. We have a school dress code, so everyone wears a uniform, but some of the girls do something to their uniforms to make them look sexy. The girls who did this best were all Judy's friends, including the three girls I'd just dreamed were helping Judy tantalize me. Remembering my dream made it harder to concentrate on school work.

When Judy came in and sat down I felt myself flushing. But she began talking with her friends and didn't look at me, so after a while I was able to relax. We were having a special presentation today. The Dekabrain, Nebuchadnezzar, was presenting some of its research results for the previous year in human terms, and we were going to hear about it. Dekabrain time costs millions of dollars a minute, of course, so a subsidiary AI called Neb-13 was going to make the actual presentation. Even Neb-13 had IQ ratings near 300 in most human skills, and a good deal higher in tutorial ability, so what we were seeing was nearly state-of- the-art. There'd be a fifty minute presentation, and at the end we could ask Neb-13 questions.

The talk was challenging even for me, but of course Neb-13 was able to weave many levels into its presentation, so even the Tech Phobes got something out of it. I got to ask two questions, and Neb-13 said one of them involved concepts that had not yet been promulgated in human terms-- probably meaning there was too much complexity for a human to grasp without lots of preliminary study. But the answer to my other question about proof paradigms in human versus AI mathematics was fascinating. I asked a follow-up question in Logica-9, the language the AI's use among themselves, and Neb-13 answered me the same way. When the question period was over, I spent an hour at the deepest level of the interactive tutorial Neb-13 pointed us to, but when I became mentally tired I worked on mental training tutorials again until lunch.

I always had lunch at the table Judy used in the cafeteria. She sat with her friends, so I was on the other side of the table near the end, but it always felt good to be sitting near the four prettiest girls in the class, and I did my best to appear interesting and funny. Sometimes I got all of the girls laughing pretty hard, and one of the other guys at the table, Mike Greenwold, was even better than I was at goofing. I enjoyed his routines a lot myself. Mike told me once in the men's room after lunch that his ambition was to make all the girls at the table pee their pants from laughing, and he claimed that one of them had already admitted doing it. I wondered which one, but I didn't know if he was just kidding, and I didn't want to ask and seem naive.

In the afternoon, I was supposed to turn in a boring report I hadn't done in Civics, so I told the teacher that my Dad had gone to Asia and I had to do things around the house, and I got let me out of the assignment. All students stay in our one large classroom, since that's where we have our wave-guide I/O lines, and the teachers came around to visit us. We have about eighty kids in the room, but we break into smaller groups in the afternoon, wheeling our console desks around and using sound buffering to reduce cross chatter. Judy was in my group a few times, including the Civics class that bored me at the beginning. I started to flush when she wheeled up next to me at one point, and I got a really sensitive erection, but she just smiled at me like we were only classmates, and after awhile I was able to relax.

At the end of school I started walking to Judy's house, apprehensive now that I had nothing to distract me from what I knew was coming. It was tough walking to Judy's of my own free will, but I'd realized the night before that there was no way I could escape; I'd just make my whipping worse if I didn't show up voluntarily. I became more aware of my sore behind as I walked, and developed a rock-hard erection. I was surprised to feel so aroused, but then decided that my unconscious couldn't differentiate between sexual fantasies I'd had about being punished and the reality of having a painful whipping in store. Either that, or the way Judy got me off over her knee at the end yesterday was the only part that mattered to my libido. Once in Judy's apartment I remembered what she'd said about putting on punishment shorts, so I went to get a pair from the bureau, feeling humiliated. I remembered Judy making my shorts drop off yesterday, and assumed there were more embarrassing tricks like that she could do with the smart fabric.

I'd been told to wait in the entertainment room by the entrance, and I noticed the punishment wand lying on a table by the door. I felt a rush of shame seeing it there, where anyone coming in to visit Judy would notice it. I suddenly felt a violent hatred of the wand. Judy was going to whip me with it, and I'd bought it myself, with my own money! I felt a body memory of how much it hurt when Judy used it on me yesterday, and I wanted to take it and throw it away or destroy it! But I knew that if I did that Judy could get a new one delivered in a few hours, and then I'd really get it!

I finally settled on occupying myself with mental exercises, trying to make it reflexive to behave the way I'd been told. Don't try to grab my shorts if they start falling off. Don't hesitate to do what Judy says. Don't bother her with repeated requests. Always call her "Ma'am". Most important, don't try to lie to her, or even exaggerate!

Suddenly I heard the front door open, and Judy walked in and saw me.

"Hmm," she said, grinning. "So you've been bad! Tell me what you did!"

As I started to answer, I glimpsed my reflection in a wall mirror, red- faced and scared-looking, an obvious erection making a tent in my shorts. Hubba wasn't holding my erection back against my belly while I was with Judy.

"I, uh, hurt my stepsister Gwynn's feelings," I said, and added hastily, "But I apologized right away and she said she didn't feel bad afterward."

When did this happen, David?" Judy went over to her console and brought up a vid clip of me talking with Gwynn outside her bedroom door. I guided her in backing it up to the right point, and then Judy played it on her wallscreen with full production quality. I saw Gwynn's flushed face as she entered the bathroom, and it struck me now that she was embarrassed about something. Then I heard my voice saying, "What's with you snotnose?" and I cringed. Even I could hear how mean I sounded! Gwynn started crying and her robe flipped apart as she was going out to the hall, and as the rest of the scene played out I felt more and more scared about the whipping I was going to get.

"How can you bring yourself to be mean to Gwynn?" Judy asked in a disbelieving tone after Gwynn was gone from the clip. "Can't you see she's infatuated with you? She was obviously intending to give you a strip show to try to turn you on. Has this sort of thing ever happened before?"

"Ah, yeah," I mumbled, then consciously spoke up so Judy wouldn't have a problem hearing me. "She knocked on my bedroom door naked once when Diane and Dad were out for the evening. When I acted surprised, she said something like, 'Well after all, you ARE my brother!' But she looked so young back then, I didn't get that turned on by her body, and anyway I thought Diane would be really mad if I did anything."

"Thank heaven for that!" Judy said feelingly. "That poor girl would probably fuck you if you asked her to. Some of her girlfriends are doing it by now, and it wouldn't be good for her at all to do it with her stepbrother."

Judy rolled back the vid clip to show Gwynn, and looked at it critically for a moment.

"She's cute. Doesn't she have any boyfriends at school?"

I said I didn't know, and Judy pondered for a moment. I was thinking how I hadn't really understood how Gwynn had a monster crush on me, but it was obvious now that I thought about it, and I was sorry now I hadn't asked her into my room and played around with her when she came to my door naked. I started thinking of Gwynn differently all of a sudden. Old enough. Pretty nice tits now, actually--much more mature than when I watched her in July.

I felt a wave of Deep O-Mode disorientation, and when I came out of it Judy looked angry.

"OK, David, here's what you're in for. Normally if you hurt someone's feelings you'll get eighty slaps, but I'll cut that in half if you make a successful apology, as you did here."

Forty slaps, I thought with a sinking feeling, at least I'd gotten out of eighty.

"But in the case of Gwynn, I'm going to raise the schedule to one hundred and twenty if you hurt her feelings without making her feel better, and sixty if you make a successful apology!" Judy's voice rose, "And I'm very angry that you were just thinking about seducing her after I explained how it would be bad for her. If I ever see you trying to do anything like that, I won't limit your punishment to a single day!" I cringed and promised I wouldn't, and after a moment added that there was no way I could do that while I was being watched all the time anyway, and Judy nodded angrily.




Trainingware Pt. 06



After a pause, Judy added, "In fact, I want you to be as nice as you can to Gwynn from now on, but only as a friendly older brother. If she tries to flirt, just tell her that you wouldn't feel right, and it wouldn't be a good idea anyway. But be encouraging and let her know you think she's cute. Tell her you're sure there are boys in her class who want to ask her out, but are just too shy. I think I know a boy her age who'd be suitable, and I'm sure he'd be interested if he thought Gwynn liked him. Can you remember all this and do it right?"

I answered that I would, and Judy said, "That's an assignment I'm giving you, David, and I want you to make progress on it when you have a chance to talk to Gwynn, or I'll punish you for that!"

I cringed away slightly, and then I felt my punishment shorts slipping off as Judy told me not to move. My erection had been at a sixty degree angle making a tent in my shorts ever since Judy arrived, and now that I was naked it was my most prominent feature. I felt an unbelievable wave of shame to appear in front of Judy this way, so exposed, as bad as I'd felt when she made me stand like this yesterday. I couldn't understand why I wasn't getting more used to it! It wasn't supposed to be just as embarrassing the second time, was it?

Suddenly, Judy's voice was less serious, "Is that something Hubba is doing, David, or are you just glad to see me?" She was playful all of a sudden, looking at my erection and reaching out to touch it lightly. I jumped when I felt contact and my face flushed as hot as I thought it ever got.

"Now walk into the punishment room," Judy said, picking up the punishment wand from the table. "And get onto the positioner."

I felt frightened enough to start crying quietly when Judy picked up the wand, and I was trembling by the time I stepped on the stirrups of the positioner and laid forward. The restraints snapped around me again and the positioner lifted me up and rotated me to whipping position.

Judy came up behind me, and started using the wand on my behind in the warm- up. At the end, there was a pause, and I started full-throated crying because I knew what was coming. When the whipping started, I was shrieking with every slap again, and bawling like a baby before very long. When the slaps finally stopped, Judy told me that I'd just had thirty slaps and there'd be another thirty coming after my rest. Then she walked somewhere behind the positioner where I couldn't see her.

I went through the stage of feeling the sting of returning circulation in my behind and the enormously sensitive erection I got from the punishment wand sex-surge. The arousal was worse than ever this time, with Hubba augmenting it. I felt the elongated nipple sliding slowly in and out of my rectum, and the sheath around my cock providing friction with any slight movement I could manage. Only the fact that I couldn't properly rock my hips in the positioner made it possible for me to calm down. After several minutes, I had myself under control enough to look around. The large mirror on the wall in front of me was still showing a view of my face and upper torso on the positioner, but I couldn't see anything behind me so I didn't know if Judy was still in the room. There wasn't much else to look at, and I was trying to concentrate on how to avoid hurting people's feelings when I heard Judy's footsteps coming up behind me again, and all other thoughts fled away as I began pleading with her not to whip me any more.

Judy ignored me, and after my warm-up, when I felt the whipping on my sore behind, I was bawling almost immediately. I continued through slap after slap, too much in pain to plead or even form sensible English sentences. At the end, I went on wailing for a long time. I was still sore from yesterday, of course, and the first round of whipping had made me more sensitive than ever.

Judy raised her voice over my bawling and said she'd be back in a little while to see how good I'd been in other ways. I felt like I needed to pee from fear of more whipping, even though I'd used the bathroom just before I left school. The feeling was really bad for a minute, and maybe a few drops got out, but I figured I'd be sure to get it if I peed on the floor while I was in the positioner, so I finally got myself under control. My main fear was that Judy had seen me humping on my bed last night and this morning, and was going to punish me for that. By the time I managed to calm down from the sensitive erection of my latest whipping round and heard Judy's steps coming back, I was whimpering again.

"I did see you wiggling around on your bed last night, David," Judy said in a cheerful voice, "But I'm not going to whip you for anything like that unless I see you touch your erection with your hand. Anything short of that will just frustrate you, so you're only punishing yourself. You almost put your hand down there this morning, but I was glad to see you caught yourself in time."

That addressed my main worry, but I was still scared because I wasn't out of the positioner yet, and Judy obviously wasn't finished with me.

"What about lying, David?" Judy asked. "Have you told any lies today?"

"No, Ma'am," I answered. "I haven't lied to you! I promise!"

"What about lying to the teacher in Civics class?" Judy asked, and suddenly I felt the awful stinging slaps again, one after another. I think she stopped at four or five, but I was bawling loudly by then and they hurt too much to count. When Judy stopped I tried to control myself again so I could speak.

"You didn't say I couldn't lie to anyone, Ma'am," I said in a shaking voice, still crying. "Just that I couldn't lie to you!"

After a pause, I heard Judy's voice near my ear. "Am I way out of line here, David?"

I stammered that I hadn't meant that, but then felt more slaps that went on for some time, and I was shrieking again.

It took me almost a minute to stop bawling when Judy was done, and then I saw her move to the front of the positioner. She told me to look at her, and as I did I felt a surge of lust, seeing her still in school uniform.

"Now try to understand this, David." She looked very serious. "I'm in charge of your behavior now, and I want you to learn some simple rules. I don't want you to do selfish and egotistical things to gratify yourself: hurt people's feelings, lie to get your way, steal something you think you can use better than the person who owns it, invade someone's privacy, NONE OF THAT!"

Judy leaned forward a little and continued speaking slowly, "I don't want to have to set up lots of little rules. I want you to UNDERSTAND what you're supposed to do! It's simple: I want you to stop doing things you've been told all your life are bad and selfish and arrogant and mean."

Judy looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, "Or if that's too abstract, then think about pleasing ME! Figure out what I want you to do. If you think I wouldn't like it, then don't do it! And you'd better think these things out in advance if you don't want to get whipped every time to learn what I don't want you to do."

Judy paused and smiled slightly, "Think about how to PLEASE me, David! Then I'll let you out of punishment if you make an honest mistake and do something wrong. But I want to be the first person in your life who's ever been real to you, other than yourself and maybe your Dad, so I'm encouraging you here to spend time thinking about my wishes and how you can gratify me."

Then, in a forceful voice, "Do you think you can do all that? Are you motivated enough?"

"Please, yes, Ma'am," I said, as soon as I heard my cue to speak. "I'll do what you want! I'll make it automatic and think about it a lot! I promise!"

"So you don't need any more whipping to drive this idea into your head?" Judy was still smiling slightly, and I thought she was just teasing me now, but I didn't dare take her for granted.

"No, Ma'am! Please! I'll be good!"

Suddenly I felt the positioner moving down and the restraints snapping open, as Judy started walking back to the table behind me. I got up off the positioner, and when I looked in her direction I saw her turn to glance at me. I had a rock-hard erection, and was feeling more embarrassed again. Now that I was off the positioner my nakedness was somehow more blatant, so I asked if I could put my shorts on. Judy said yes, that I was finished with my punishment.

I pulled the shorts on, and then looked at her hesitantly. She seemed receptive, and now that I was off the positioner, there was something I had to ask her, even though I knew it would involve taking off my shorts again.

"Um, Ma'am," I said, and then hesitated. "Uh, could I ask you please to, uh, get me off the way you did yesterday? I'm terribly horny, and this is the only chance I get to ask, so . . ." I trailed off, flushing at having to beg for this, but it was an extremely urgent need at the moment. I was still feeling the sex-surge of the most recent slaps, and I was completely at Judy's mercy if she wanted to tease me by not bringing it up herself.

"I'm not very happy with you right now, David," Judy said, expressionless. "So I think you can wait at least another day."

"Oh, please, Ma'am!" I cried out, shocked. "I can't wait! I won't be able to resist trying to masturbate tonight if I don't get relief from you now."

"I'm not at your beck and call on this, David!" Judy answered, with a snap in her voice. "And of course I'll be keeping a close eye on you tonight. So if you try to masturbate and I catch you at it you'll just get another whipping tomorrow, and then I may be unhappy with you again for trying to masturbate!"

"Please, Ma'am!" I was crying again.

"You're becoming insistent and repetitive, David. You don't want to do that, do you?"

I bit my lip, and then slowly asked, "Can I bring it up again if I say something new at the same time?"

Judy leaned her head to one side and smiled slightly. "Yes, but only if you think I'll like hearing what you have to say. Try to please me, David."

I was pretty sure that what I wanted to suggest would please Judy. "Well, uh, I'd take a whipping over your knee again to get to come . . . like yesterday."

Judy was smiling widely now. "I know you kind of enjoyed that, David. I kept the paddling just at the limit that could sublimate in sexual excitement, so I'm afraid that wouldn't be enough."

Not enough? "Do--Uh --," I was almost afraid to ask, "Do you mean there's something that would be 'enough', so if I agreed to it you'd get me off?"

Judy looked thoughtful, then pointed over at the table.

"If you go bend over the table as you did yesterday, and stand still for thirty-five slaps at full whipping strength, then I'll finish by getting you off over my knee."

I felt a thrill of fear that felt like intense heat all through my body. "I can't, Ma'am," I blurted. "Those slaps hurt too much! I'd never be able to stand still for thirty-five in a row!"

"Well anytime you move I'll just take that one over," Judy answered in a reasonable tone. "I'm sure that if you're sufficiently motivated we'll get through all of them eventually."

I just stood there, feeling miserable, thinking what it would be like trying to stay bent over the table while Judy whipped me, jumping up constantly, probably getting two or three slaps for every one of the thirty-five I'd have coming. And then I tried to imagine how long this would go on while Judy made me take rest breaks so my buttocks would get sensitive again.

"I can't, Ma'am," I said tearfully. Then the urgent need I felt made me add: "But I'd, uh . . .," I had trouble going on, then in a rush, "I'd be willing to get on the positioner while you gave me thirty-five full- strength slaps if you'd let me come at the end." I was ashamed, with my painfully sore behind, to tell Judy what I was willing to do to get off.

But Judy wasn't interested anyway. "No, you have to hold yourself still over the table if you want me to get you off."

I actually wanted to reconsider whether I could stand it, horrified at how much I wanted to come, but finally said, in a bleak voice, "I can't, Ma'am."

"OK, fine," Judy sounded brisk. "You can change into your street clothes, now, and then do some work at the console. It seems that you need to study some more mental training to keep your mind off sex." Judy sounded like she was enjoying my humiliation! "But I don't want you spending so much time on it you can't get your school work done. From now on you'll get ten slaps when you fail to hand in any homework assignment, and of course you're not allowed to lie to your teachers anymore."

"Yes, Ma'am," I murmured, going to pick up my clothes and change in the bathroom.

"And call me 'Judy' now," she called after me. "Your punishment is over for today." With the frustrated arousal she knew I was feeling after my whipping, I didn't think she even believed that herself.

But somehow I couldn't resent what Judy was doing, since she wasn't as mean as she could have been. I was ashamed to realize that I would have tantalized Judy in the positioner while announcing I wouldn't get her off today if I'd been in charge. Even so, I was a little surprised I didn't resent Judy more than I did. Maybe it was because I was developing a profound feeling of how much I needed her good opinion. As I remembered Judy's speech about pleasing her, I decided I wasn't in any position to resist, and I was going to have to give in and do whatever she wanted. It was a very easy decision to make for some reason, and I felt better after I made it.

-12- Judy

Watching David through the monitor cameras when he got home after his first session was very erotic. To begin with he pulled down his pants to look at his bottom in the bathroom mirror. Hubba was making it look like he had only a pink flush back there, as if from a light spanking, and I could see David's dismay as he realized he wouldn't get any sympathy for how sore he felt. He had a prominent erection when he'd pulled his pants down of course, since he'd had masochistic fantasies ever since Linda Fechtenbaum whipped him. David probed his buttocks with his fingers, and when Hubba masked the soreness he continued rubbing his behind with a kind of dreamy expression, clearly getting turned on. Suddenly he got a guilty, embarrassed look, and pulled his pants up quickly. Obviously he'd remembered I might be watching, and he was embarrassed about me seeing him rub his bottom that way. After a short pause, David went into the kitchen for lunch. Hubba's telltales showed me that he got another erection when he saw Diane bent over the lower Flashing unit. Hubba was set to hold his penis against his belly when he got an erection in public, and I saw David's look of surprise as he noticed. David plumped himself down at the table, probably hoping to cry out and get sympathy, but Hubba continued to mask his soreness.

When Diane sat down and asked David about his session with me, his face got very flushed, and he answered minimally, just that it had hurt a lot and been very embarrassing. Diane got him to admit that his punishment was nowhere near as painful as he'd had from Linda Fechtenbaum, and I could imagine how miserable David felt leaving it at that because the compulsion I'd given made him too humiliated to talk any more than necessary. Even when Diane put him in O-Mode, he was too embarrassed to say anything more than he had to. I was sure this sounded to Diane like I'd handled things perfectly, so there was nothing for her to worry about.

I watched David in his room later, struggling against taking his clothes off in front of the monitor cameras. After several minutes coming to terms with his compulsion, he went to take a bath, showing a constant erection after he undressed. But as I watched I realized he was showing off to me, just like a little kid. He put on a show as he was getting in the tub, flirting his bottom at the cameras he thought I was looking through. Of course after a few minutes in the water David's fantasy play caused Hubba to magnify his erotic excitement with anal and genital stimulation until he started rocking his hips. He suddenly got very red- faced as he realized he had to control himself. He obviously didn't enjoy that part.

David didn't enjoy it when he had to sit down on the toilet later, either! He looked completely humiliated! Almost immediately, Hubba asked me if it should remove the intrusion from David's rectum to allow him to defecate without waiting for his erection to detumesce, but I said I wanted David to use self-control instead. David got impatient and tried to pull Hubba's tentacles out with his hand, so Hubba restrained him. When he lost his temper, struggling to free himself, Hubba stung his rectum at moderate strength with a sound-effect to emphasize it. David cried out, and stopped resisting, so after a few seconds Hubba released him again. Then David sat a long time coming to terms with the situation, before he finally managed to get his erection down so he could evacuate. I felt he'd learned the lesson I wanted, that Hubba could control him even when I wasn't around. I knew that without that control David would try to run away from home soon to dramatize his desire to get out of my control.

When David finally got to put on his leisure suit, I joined Mom for dinner. Afterwards, we watched a Media story about the Mars colony, and spent a little time together. Then I went back to my apartment and did my homework, until David phoned me to ask me to get him off. I explained that he'd get whipped if he pestered me about that; the only time he was allowed to ask was when we met after school. David blushed as I explained the rules, and got even redder when I said I'd enjoyed his strip-show in the bathroom.

I watched him again as he got into bed, enjoying his dawning realization that he had to sleep in the nude -- he'd told me in Deep O-Mode that he always threw off his covers, and I'd reinforced that with a minor com- pulsion so I'd be able to see him naked whenever I looked in during the night. Once he got in bed he went through some slow movements on his stomach that were obviously sexual, before he suddenly stopped and pretended to go to sleep. Hubba told me he was worried I might catch him and accuse him of trying to masturbate. Of course I didn't mind him getting himself excited that way, since it could only frustrate him. He had to use his hand or a peripheral to masturbate, and Hubba was making him too nervous that I'd notice for him to attempt it. At some point I realized that David was so horny he was having trouble going to sleep, so I checked with Hubba that it would help him drop off the same way it helped him concentrate on studying when he made an effort. About ten minutes later, Hubba told me David was asleep.

Watching David moving reminded me about his wake-ups. The surreptitious masturbation variation included daily stimulation to make David wake up humping in his bed. It would normally happen in the morning, when he was so sure he was being observed he'd have to stop, but occasionally it would happen during the night when he'd think it was safe to masturbate. I told Hubba to let me know every morning when David's wake-up was about to start. I thought watching David humping in the morning would be very erotic, especially after I got the sensie line installed so I could experience what he was feeling. I thought about that as I masturbated before going to sleep.

I woke up at six as usual, and read the news while I had breakfast. Then I returned to my room and studied until Hubba told me it was starting to stimulate David. I brought him up on my wallscreen and he was still asleep, lying naked, face down on the bed with the covers kicked off. Hubba started by using some very subtle anal stimulation to give David an erection and encourage sexual dream fantasies; once that was successful, David would never guess Hubba was doing anything unusual when he woke up, since he'd expect erotic dreams would cause Hubba to stimulate him. The enlarged nipple moving in his rectum and the friction in the sheath around his penis would just seem like a standard reaction to his own sexual arousal.




Trainingware Pt. 07



Seventh of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger 

-13- 

David

After Judy refused to get me off and went to her room, I worked at my console on a mental training tutorial that featured exercises for ignoring bodily sensations. Adepts ignore terrible wounds with this kind of mental control, closing off blood vessels to staunch bleeding that would kill a normal person. But I obviously needed a lot more practice, because it was all I could do to keep my mind off my sensitive cock for an hour at a time. I occasionally felt cold sensations in my testicles that Hubba was using to prevent pain from prolonged erections, and I was grateful, since I knew I needed that kind or protection at that point. The cold didn't calm me down though; it went right along with extreme excitement when I lost control of my thoughts.

I worked hard on some of the Civics interactives I'd skipped the last few weeks and then did the homework I hadn't turned in that morning. I had to learn the material anyway and I thought it might please Judy for me to turn the homework in late. When I went to the bathroom to pee, I had to use my erection-reducing exercise for two full minutes before I could start. I was sure Judy was keeping a close eye on me through the monitor cameras, and I couldn't seem to get used to the idea. I was still just as shy as ever about my body.

I finished the Friday Civics assignment and started English Lit. It was going to take a long time to catch up in that because I had a lot of reading assignments I'd been ignoring, but I thought I'd be able to get the next day's homework done if I worked straight through until bedtime. When Judy came in at six-thirty, she was wearing shorts and a cut-off top, so I got an immediate erection, perfectly obvious to Judy of course as I saw from her hint of a smile. She asked me what schoolwork I'd been doing and seemed pleased when I told her. I felt a strange little twinge of happiness about pleasing her, and I knew I must seem like a pet puppy- dog from her viewpoint, wagging his tail after correction for some doggy misdemeanor.

When I got home, Gwynn was having dinner with us -- she ate with friends much of the time, so this wasn't an everyday occurrence -- and I struck up a conversation, trying to get across that I cared about her in a brotherly way. Diane didn't react to this at all, although I knew she must think my drawing Gwynn out like this was strange behavior. I was a little unclear about how to talk with Gwynn at first, since all I really knew about her was that she had a crush on me. But I kept asking questions to learn what she was interested in, and after awhile I had a better picture. Gwynn seemed happy to talk with me during dinner, and not completely devastated when I said I had to go study, so I thought I'd handled that OK.

My flexichair had arrived, and I brought it up to my room and snapped it into position so I could sit without making contact with a seat. I still felt no pain when I was with other people, but my behind hurt like fire when I was alone. It was definitely more sore than yesterday, and I resolved to do everything I could not to get whipped again on Tuesday. I did more exercises to get my erection down, then continued working hard on my English assignment and finished about forty-five minutes before my normal bedtime.

I went downstairs to flash some milk, and carried it up again to sit in my flexichair while I tried to think of what else I could do to please Judy. I had an erection the whole time I considered this, since I knew Judy enjoyed punishing me and I wasn't ruling anything out at this stage. I knew what would please me if our positions were reversed -- I'd want Judy to be an ideal slave, to tell me when she deserved to be punished and the most embarrassing punishments to use, including the best ways to turn her on. I let my mind drift and invented a few sexy punishment scenarios that Judy would probably like and I wouldn't find too harsh, until the sheath around my cock and the slippery presence in my rectum got me rocking my hips again and I had to think of something else to calm down. What were other things Judy wanted me to do? No lying, stealing, or making people feel bad. No masturbating. But I thought maybe that was different. Judy might actually enjoy catching me masturbating, but of course I wouldn't enjoy it when she punished me for it the next day!

OK, what else? Be nice to Gwynn. And I guess, by extension, I should be nice to Diane and Dad, too. I considered that for a moment. But one thing at a time: what could I do to be nice for Gwynn? I thought for a few minutes and suddenly had what I thought was a good idea.

I hesitated about taking the next step, but I needed more information, and I thought phoning Judy was justified. I said to the wallscreen, "Zapraddy: Phone Judy Price."

When she answered, I said, "I just had a good idea about how I could do something for Gwynn." I hesitated. "That is . . . if you think it's a good idea. Uh, I could draw her out about the boys in her class and try to find out who she likes, and, uh, you said you had someone in mind that might be right for her, so if you tell me his name . . ."

Judy smiled, "That is a good idea, David. I'm pleased you thought of it." I felt a small erotic shiver hearing that, thinking about what Judy might do to show how pleased she was with me, but she stayed on the subject.

"Charlie O'Hara. He's Maureen's little brother, and he's a smart, cute kid in Gwynn's class, really getting interested in girls right now Maureen tells me. When you talk to Gwynn again, tell her Charlie has a bit of a crush on her. Just say you heard it from a guy at school. Maureen is going to do the same thing with Charlie, so with any luck they'll get together tomorrow." Judy nodded happily at me and signed off.

Well, at least I was storing up good works for tomorrow so Judy wouldn't be unhappy with me again. I gave a little groan, feeling my erection harden as I imagined what it would be like if Judy turned me down tomorrow when I asked her to get me off -- over her knee, getting a paddling. The picture was so much like the fantasies I'd had about Ms Fechtenbaum that I could hardly resist touching myself. But I got myself under control again; I was positive I'd get caught if I tried to do anything while Judy was awake.

It was too late to talk to Gwynn, and I felt tired anyway. I knew she always woke up at seven, so I told my alarm clock to wake me so at the same time. As I got ready for bed, I thought longingly of a bath. I'd been working too hard on my homework to take one, and I was a little itchy again from sweating in the positioner. Finally I decided that the itchiness wasn't too bad, I'd just take a quick shower in the morning.

I had to strip naked to get in bed again of course, and my behind was so sore I had to lie on my stomach, which slightly stimulated my cock, just as it had last night. I'd awakened that morning humping against the mattress with memories of a sexy dream, and I knew why. I couldn't control my thoughts while I was asleep of course, and since I was so horny all the time I was likely to have more sexy dreams, with Hubba stimulating me to increase my excitement. I figured it was most likely to happen during light sleep, just before I woke up. I almost cried from my need to stroke off, and it took a long series of mental exercises before I could get off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was thrusting my erection against the mattress with the usual squirming presence in my rectum; I was mentally focused on a dream I'd just had of Judy tantalizing me in a sexy punishment I'd invented to please her.

Don't touch it! I thought as soon as I knew where I was. Judy will see! I'd kicked off my covers, of course, and I was naked, so I pulled the blankets up to cover myself, and then it took me several seconds to stop moving, fixated on the thought of Judy watching me humping with the covers kicked off. At some point, I noticed there was something different this morning, and I slowly figured it out: there wasn't any light outside my windows. I felt a sudden leap of hope as I looked at my clock. It was FOUR AM!

God! If it was ever going to be safe to stroke off, it would be now! I had a sudden thought of what I'd be in for if Judy caught me. She could make Hubba keep me from getting off until I saw her tomorrow, then she'd whip me again: eighty slaps -- more if she found any other misdemeanors! And she'd probably be displeased with me again, so she wouldn't get me off tomorrow either. I'd have another twenty-four hours of agonizing sexual heat! I tried to think of some way to make sure I wasn't being watched, but of course there wasn't any way, and I knew I wouldn't be able to resist trying to stroke off now.

I leaned on my left side and put my right hand down to encircle my erection, then thrust against it. My cock was very slippery under the sheath of Hubba's tentacles, but I soon felt the stimulation of Judy's fingers pulsing against my cock again, intensely exciting! I quickly became as turned on as I'd been when I woke up, but after a few minutes, I realized I wasn't making progress to climax!

As soon as I noticed that, I understood a rule Judy must have made: I had to be uncovered before Hubba would let me come! I kicked off the blankets and continued humping, thinking about Judy watching a vid clip of me doing this, and almost immediately I was getting more tactile sensations through the sheath! Within a few seconds, I was past the level of arousal I'd felt when I woke up, but after that my progress was very slow. Judy had said it would take me at least ten minutes to reach climax, so she'd have a good chance to catch me in the act, but I was sure now I'd be able to come if I wasn't interrupted. The erotic stimulation increased in my anus and around my cock as I continued thrusting against my hand, until I was no longer really in control of myself -- I thought I wouldn't be able to stop even if I thought I was likely to get caught. So I strained to speed things up, fantasizing about the very real possibility of my being caught and punished by Judy.

The punishment seemed very sexy in my fantasy. Judy whipped me until I was ready to beg for humiliating punishments instead, an alternative she obviously enjoyed. Hubba's tentacles in my rectum were very thick and active now, making me feel like I needed to go to the bathroom, so I imagined Judy magnifying that feeling to humiliate me. When I begged her to let me go to the bathroom, she told me to get over her knee for being repetitive, and started paddling me with the punishment wand. She paddled me harder and harder and I was crying loudly before she finally started stroking my cock. I got very excited humping against her hand, but the slaps were too hard for me to sublimate and I was begging her to stop. She said I had to come while I was being paddled like this, and I'd better hurry up, because in a few minutes she'd be stop doing it, and then I could just wait for tomorrow.

I was now feeling sensations in my cock I'd only felt before when I was a few seconds from climax, but I sensed Hubba was going to keep me from reaching climax until I got up to the intensity I'd felt over Judy's knee.

All of a sudden I felt a compulsion and knew it was one of the hurdles Judy told me about: I had to win a guessing game with Hubba before I'd be able to get off. It was all I could do to grasp the simple rules in my excited state: Hubba was going to choose a number and I had to guess if it would be odd or even. If I guessed right, I'd be allowed to come, but if I guessed wrong, I wouldn't, and I'd get twenty slaps on the positioner in tomorrow's session. I also realized that if I lost the first guess, I could try one more time for another forty slaps, but if I lost that guess, I wouldn't be able to get off until after Judy punished me.

Of course nothing mattered to me at the moment except reaching climax, and possible punishment in the future seemed academic, so I immediately made a random guess: odd. The number that appeared on a short-lived video status pad was sixty-three, and I felt myself making progress again. As I got more and more excited, I pictured myself over Judy's knee, getting sixty full whipping slaps after failing to guess right twice in a row. I dragged out the picture, how pathetically horny I'd be, and how Judy could paddle me and tease me for trying to stroke off.

The intensity of sensation I was feeling kept increasing until it felt almost like erotic torture, and I finally exploded, my whole body jerking like a Manufact doing an excavation. I gave an incredibly guttural scream, which I tried to throttle, thinking Judy might hear me through the monitor sound pickups. After a long, intense climax, I sagged bonelessly to the mattress, feeling warm semen under my belly, and within seconds I was fast asleep.

I woke in good spirits. I remembered getting off, and thought I must finally be getting a few lucky breaks, since Judy hadn't caught me and the hurdles she'd set up hadn't caused me any problems either.

I went to take a quick shower, and realized once I was in the bathroom that I wasn't even close to being de-sexed from the climax I'd had at 4:00 AM. I'd still only gotten off twice since Judy started controlling me Saturday afternoon, and it was Tuesday now. While I toweled down after my shower, it became more and more obvious how horny I was, and I hoped that Judy would be pleased with me when I went to her house. I had to be careful not to do anything to earn another whipping!

I got downstairs by seven-fifteen, and Diane had already left for Dad's office. Gwynn was sitting in the kitchen in her nightdress, and when she saw me she casually lifted her feet up and put the heels on her chair with her knees splayed, so the nightdress didn't hide anything, then said good morning in a breathy voice.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I could see her little pussy, filled in with light brown pubic hair now, a change from the way she'd looked just a few months ago, before she started menarche. I noticed Gwynn blushing as she exposed herself to me, and I felt a painfully sensitive erection seeing her like that, but I knew I was supposed to discourage this sort of thing.

"Hey, Gwynn," I said. "I'm flattered, but you know I'm almost your brother. It wouldn't be a good idea to get involved that way." Kind of heavy-handed I realized, after the words were out. Gwynn got red in the face and brought her legs down, mumbling she didn't know what I was talking about. God, I hoped I wasn't hurting her feelings. This was ticklish stuff, and I wasn't very good at it.

"Look," I said, "It's OK! I'm flattered! I think you're really cute and I'd certainly want to date you if we didn't have this brother-sister thing."

Gwynn's face was still red, but she obviously liked hearing I thought she was cute.

"That reminds me of something," I said. "Do you have a boy in your class named, uh, Charlie O'Hara?"

"Yeah . . ." Gwynn answered hesitantly.

"Is he OK looking and everything?" And when she nodded after a few seconds, I continued. "I hear from a guy I know at school that he has a kind of a crush on you. The guy told me because he knows I'm your brother." Gwynn's face got kind of red again, but it didn't look exactly like embarrassment this time.

I spent several minutes talking with Gwynn about what the boys were like in her class, and after some hesitation, she started telling me what she thought. I could see she was flattered by my interest, and it might have occurred to her that I could be a source of more information about some of them. She didn't seem to have any suspicion I might embarrass her by telling people which boys she liked, but then she'd always trusted me that way more than I'd thought was reasonable. I used to just put it down to her being naive, but I'd never wanted to do anything mean after I understood how trusting she was.

Gwynn named four boys she thought were "soods", whatever that meant, but it seemed Charlie O'Hara was her favorite right now. I suggested to Gwynn that she might want to sit next to him at lunch, and showed her how to look receptive so he'd start a conversation. I also came up with a few things she could say if he seemed tongue-tied. I could see Gwynn blushing, but she paid attention and thanked me at the end, seeming ready to do what I suggested. She really was cute, and if Charlie didn't ask her for a date I'd be surprised.

I felt pretty good in school all day. I turned in the assignments I'd done and I was right up to date, even a little bit ahead in Civics, a rare feeling for me. I got more and more frequent erections looking at Judy's friends as the day wore on, and when school was over and I could feel my sore butt again, I had an erection all the way to Judy's house, thinking of what I was hoping she'd do for me. I still hadn't done anything to be punished for that I could think of, and I'd tried to help Gwynn, so I hoped that meant I was going to get a tangible reward.

When Judy got home and saw me still in my street clothes, sitting in the flexichair, she said, "So you've been a GOOD boy!"

I flushed, because Judy sounded so much in control, and of course there might be something she considered bad that I didn't know about yet. Then I felt the disorientation that comes with Deep O-Mode, and I guessed afterward that I'd been under for about ten minutes. I felt apprehensive again when I came out. Judy didn't look mad or anything, but she must have found out I'd masturbated that morning. It was near the top of my thoughts, and I actually felt pretty guilty about it, so I worried Judy would punish me in spite of what she'd said about letting me get away with it.

But Judy just smiled at me, looking cheerful. "I got the names of the other boys Gwynn likes in her class," she said. "And it sounds like you handled her pretty well this morning, although you obviously need to learn a little tact." Judy looked thoughtful for a moment, and I was afraid I was going to get a whipping to teach me more tact, but then she continued. "Of course I know you masturbated during the night. I've set my homebrain to search your vid clip in the morning, looking for that kind of movement on your bed." Then she paused, waiting for me to speak.

I felt a surge of embarrassment. "Are you going to . . . punish me for it?" I asked, red-faced.

"No. I told you I wouldn't if you passed the hurdles and I didn't catch you in the act," Judy said with a grin. "I just wanted to watch the vid clip of you doing it! Of course you won't always get away with it, you know."

After another smiling pause, she added, "I'm actually very pleased with what you've done since yesterday. You don't have any punishment coming, and I think it's time for you to get a little of the reward part of your reward-avoidance training. If you're still interested after last night, that is. Are you?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I answered. "I'm very horny!"

Judy suddenly turned a chair around and sat on it backwards, facing me. I was intensely aware that her legs were spread to straddle the relatively empty frame of the chair back, and her skirt was hiked up so I could see her panties . . . and the panties looked awfully sheer! Judy smiled when she saw the way I was staring, like she was enjoying herself.

"Do you have any requests you want to make, David?" she asked in a quiet voice.

I'd thought about what I wanted to say, but it was still hard to get the words out. "Yes, uh, Ma'am, I want to request that you get me off again, the way you did on Sunday." Somehow it felt right to call Judy Ma'am in this situation, and she didn't correct me about it.

"Exactly the same way, David?" she asked teasingly. "With you over my knee getting paddled? You're that horny?"




Trainingware Pt. 07



I flushed even more. My cock felt like all I had to do is touch it and I'd come immediately, but I knew that was an illusion. I needed Judy to do it.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, noticing how hard it was to catch my breath, but not wanting to start panting. "I'll do anything you say if you'll get me off!"

I took a deep breath and tried to say what I'd thought out last night. "You were right. It was painful to get paddled over your knee on Monday, but it was a turn-on too, and . . ." I was having trouble saying this, "Uh, I want to please you, so if you enjoy paddling me while you're getting me off, or doing other S&M things as a game . . ." I dried up again for a moment. "I mean . . . you're the boss and, uh, if you enjoy it, I want to make you happy."

I'd composed this speech to make Judy happy with me by being a good slave, hoping she'd want to be nice back, but I realized now that what I was saying was true! I really did want Judy to enjoy doing this! It felt like sex play right now, since I wasn't afraid of what Judy would do -- well, maybe a little tinge of fear that she'd get annoyed about something and give me a real whipping -- but that was sexy too! The threat of it anyway! Being completely in her power this way! I was so dependent on Judy that I wanted to please her as much as I could, and in fact I was feeling more and more deeply about Judy in an emotional way too, like she wasn't just my psychological agent, but also my protector . . . and my sex partner! I mean, we certainly had an intimate relationship! And I was pretty sure by this time that she was protecting me, that she wasn't being as mean to me during my sessions as she could have been. I knew that if I'd felt this way about Judy when she wasn't my psychological agent, I would have been sure I was in love with her.

"I fantasized about you paddling me over your knee while I was masturbating this morning," I went on, flushing extravagantly but trying to be a good slave. "You could use some of my fantasy if you enjoy punishing me that way. And I also thought of some other punishments last night while I was trying to think of ways to please you."

"Well that's very thoughtful of you, David," Judy said, flushing slightly herself. Then she raised her head to look at me with sexily lowered lids, "I know all about the fantasy you had this morning while you were masturbating, and it seemed like fun to me, so maybe I'll just try to duplicate it."

I felt a strange sinking feeling as I remembered the fantasy I'd had was actually quite painful and humiliating, but of course I'd already asked Judy to do what she wanted, so I knew I couldn't back out. Also, I had something else I wanted to say.

"And, if you, uh, want me to do anything for you, to get you off, I'd really enjoy doing that!" I had in mind Judy telling me to service her orally, or maybe even whatever-you-call-it, penile-ly, and it was an understatement to say I'd enjoy that!

"Thanks, David." Judy seemed a little less cheerful now. "I bet you would enjoy it, too." Then she smiled again, "But it's not appropriate to do anything like that during this stage of your training." I hoped that meant what I thought, that there was a later phase where it would be appropriate.

Judy stood up and gestured for me to follow. She walked me into the punishment room to the sofa where she'd paddled me on Sunday, then sat down facing me. "OK, I'll start giving you what you want now, David." She leaned back languorously and said, "Remember, you have to do everything I say if you want to keep me happy with you." After a smiling pause while she let that sink in, she said, "Come over closer to me now and take all your clothes off!"

I WANTED to do this, so I could hardly believe how embarrassed I felt as I started taking off my clothes, just as bad as the first two times I stripped in front of Judy. This was clearly some sort of magic she was using -- I was sure she couldn't make me feel this shy about undressing in front of her with just normal compulsion! I hesitated a long time once I'd stripped down to my underpants, but Judy didn't hurry me, just kept watching me closely, with a smiling focus on my contained but prominent erection.

At the end, I managed to slip my underpants down and kick them away. Then I tried to stand still, waiting for what Judy told me to do next. My erection felt rock-hard, and I wasn't able to meet her eyes at that point -- I felt almost afraid of what was going to happen.

Leaning forward on the sofa, Judy reached out and put her right hand in the small of my back to pull me toward her, until my lower legs were touching her knees. Then she guided me to turn ninety degrees to the right, and pressed with her left hand on my belly and her right hand on my back. I realized what she wanted and I bent over, flushing deeply.

"Good, David. Now stay like that." And I suddenly felt the fingers of Judy's left hand moving slowly up between my legs, trailing along the inside of my thighs. I groaned and moved my legs apart, which was what she seemed to want. Judy's fingers kept trickling slowly up between my legs until they made light contact with my testicles. I groaned louder, and Judy suddenly gave me a light spank with her right hand on my protruding behind. Even as minor as the slap was it stung a bit because I still felt sore from the day before.

"Don't make any noise or move your hips without permission, David," Judy crooned. "I want you to show a little self-discipline now, or I'll have to punish you."

For the next ten minutes or so, Judy did things to excite me, while telling me not to move or make any noise. The Hubba wasn't stimulating me, which was the only thing that made it possible to keep from thrusting my hips, but as I became more and more aroused I started feeling Hubba's tentacles moving in my rectum again, and the sheath around my cock stiffened. I knew if I rocked my hips it would provide me with the friction I wanted, and a minute later, when something Judy did made me squirm, I could feel the sheath moving against my thrust. Intensely exciting!

Judy gave me another light slap on the ass for moving my hips, then started using the fingers of her left hand to form a constricting ring around the base of my penis. She brought the constricting ring up slowly toward the tip, and then down again just before she got to the glans, the really sensitive part. At the same time, she brushed the fingers of her right hand between my legs in back. I was moving after a few seconds, and Judy suddenly sounded a little annoyed, saying I wasn't taking this seriously, and if I didn't want a really painful paddling, I'd better stop moving. Her voice sounded like she was just looking for an excuse to paddle me, and I was intimidated. I tried very hard not to move after that.

A few minutes later, Judy leaned to her left and extended her right arm so I could see her hand, then wrapped all her fingers down in a fist except the middle finger, the classic "Fuck you" gesture. She withdrew her right hand and brought it behind me, and I could feel her finger trail over my still-sore buttocks and explore around until it went into the crack and touched the base of the tentacles Hubba was thrusting in and out of my rectum. Suddenly I felt something like a long, broad finger that Hubba must have simulated to feel like Judy's finger, and she sloo...oowly thrust the enlarged finger into my anus to goose me! Very deeply and thoroughly, so I could feel it touch the nerve ganglia behind my prostate; it felt like having my cock stroked from the inside, and I became incredibly aroused, moving galvanically in a long slow thrust of my hips, and groaning. The giant finger felt quite realistic, and I sensed Judy really did have her finger inside me when she wiggled it. The Hubba was also providing friction on the outside of my cock as I rocked my hips, and I almost cried with excitement!

Judy stopped and said in a strict sounding voice that this wasn't working out, I wasn't trying hard enough. Judy sat back with both her hands free, but I felt the finger inside my anus expand even more, and I remembered my fantasy about Judy making me feel I had to go to the bathroom. The feeling got more and more explicit until I couldn't resist asking permission to use the toilet, but Judy immediately told me I had to wait.

"I think you need this discipline, David. I'll be able to tell if you try to expel Hubba, and you'd better be careful to hold everything in until I'm all done with you or you'll really get it!"

Then I saw Judy produce the wand at the short paddling length she'd used before, and I was suddenly frightened. I knew I'd imagined her being mean to me in my fantasy, but I didn't remember exactly how mean, and I couldn't tell if she was really going to whip me hard now or just tease me some more. Maybe she really was annoyed with me! I felt scared, but when she told me to get over her knee I moved automatically to obey.

Judy told me to get my butt up, and I lifted my belly and erection off her knee, and made my ass a good target, still feeling the pressure of the Hubba inside me. Then I felt a hard stinging slap on my rear that really hurt! I yelped but didn't pull away -- I was afraid Judy would be so annoyed she'd put me in the positioner -- and after the second and third slap, I realized the whipping was right around the pain level I'd barely been able to hold still for when I was bending over the table yesterday. I got ten slaps spaced out over thirty seconds, and I wasn't getting any sexual stimulation with them either. I was crying quietly with pain and fright near the end, and was barely able to refrain from expelling Hubba as the whipping caused me to lose my concentration. Then the slaps stopped, and I heard Judy's strict sounding voice again.

"Are you sorry you've been a bad boy, David?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered quickly. I was almost sure Judy was just teasing me to match my fantasy. Wasn't she?

"I suppose you want me to touch you again, the way I did on Sunday?"

"Yes, please, Ma'am, I'll do anything you say!" My tone was as abject as I could make it, since I knew Judy would gladly paddle me some more if I didn't sound like I meant it.

"All right, I'll give it a try. Now DON'T MOVE!"

Suddenly I felt Judy's hand touching the sensitive tip of my cock, unbelievable sensation! Her hand wasn't moving, so I wanted desperately to move against it, but controlled myself.

Judy sounded pleased when she spoke again. "Very good, David. Just a little more humiliation now." The feeling that I had to go to the bathroom got even stronger, and I started feeling kind of desperate about whether I could hold it in. Then Judy said, "You can move after I start paddling you!"

Then there was a pause, and I wanted to beg Judy to start so I wouldn't have to hold still. When I finally got the first slap and was able to move, it felt like I'd have a climax right then. But it actually took three or four minutes, and after the first few minutes it came home to me again that the harder the slaps, the faster I'd get to climax. I was able to sublimate a lot of pain now, and the constant humiliating feeling of needing to go to the bathroom was just the way I'd imagined it in my fantasy. I started begging Judy for harder slaps to speed up the process as I had yesterday, and at the end, with the magnified arousal I was feeling, I knew they were very hard -- I couldn't really gauge how hard. I felt the slaps stop just as I exploded in the kind of screaming climax I'd been having since Judy took charge of me.

I felt tremendous relief after my orgasm. My need to use the bathroom had ended just as I began to climax (a good thing, or I certainly would have lost control) and I'd never felt so sexually satisfied in my life. I didn't drop down on Judy's knees and go to sleep this time though, since I thought that had been kind of rude of me on Sunday. I looked down toward my cock in my crouching position, and noticed with some surprise that my semen wasn't making a mess on Judy's lap. After a moment's thought, I decided Hubba must be absorbing it to keep things neat. 

When Judy saw I was still awake, she moved her knees to the left and pressed my shoulders to turn me over. I twisted around until I was turned over to face her, and she suddenly bent down and kissed me -- a really sexy kiss! I was so startled and moved by her soft touch I got tears in my eyes. I'd felt very intimidated after Judy's teasing got serious, but now it was obvious she'd only been acting out my masturbation fantasy, being just mean enough to make me feel totally dominated.

Judy sat back after kissing me and got a distant expression, then looked like she might be unhappy about something. Suddenly I felt embarrassed again, naked in front of Judy with my cock hanging limp, but already trying to come up again. Judy indicated I could get dressed, and after I did, she told me to pull over my flexichair and sit down.

"I paddled you with Zero Bruising," Judy said, "since this was a reward for being good; you might feel sore for a few minutes, but then it'll go away, aside from any soreness you have left over from yesterday, of course."

Judy gave a little sigh. " I shouldn't have kissed you just then. It's not recommended for your training right now. It must be pretty clear that I like you, right? And I know you like me that way, too. The training is intensifying your emotions about me, and it's intensifying mine too, I guess."

She seemed to be waiting for me to say something, so I gave a happy nod.

"Sure, Judy! I was always more attracted to you than any other girl I knew, and I'm feeling the attraction much more now, so I'm really glad to know you feel the same way!"

"Yes, I do," Judy sounded concerned. "But I don't want you fooling yourself that because I like you, I'm going to go easy on you. I have a job to do, and you're in a stage where I need to be very strict, so you mustn't think you can get away with anything. Understand?"

I nodded, a little disappointed that Judy wouldn't give me a break now and then because of how she felt, but I understood she had to be honest so I wouldn't resent her later.

"Now this isn't an order," Judy went on, "but I'd appreciate it if you share your thoughts with me about anything you've wanted in the last few days, anything I can do for you that won't compromise your training."

It took me a moment to figure out what I wanted, and then I felt hesitant about asking for it.

"I'd like to know more about you," I said slowly. "I've been thinking about you constantly since you said you wanted to be the first person in my life to be really important to me. Well, you are! But I'm unhappy I don't know more about you, things you consider important, like what I've been learning about Gwynn since I've started trying to help her. Do you keep a diary that you'd let me read?"

Judy seemed pleased, but uncertain. "I don't think I'd want to hand over my diary to you, David. Even as close as we are now, I still have some secrets I don't want anyone else to learn."

"Well, is your diary online?" I asked. "Can your homebrain edit it so I can learn about you without seeing all your secrets?"

Judy looked thoughtful. "Maybe. I'll see what I can do before I send you home tonight."

Judy went to her room and I waited until she closed the door, then raised my fists and threw back my head in a "Yes!" maneuver. Judy had kissed me because she couldn't resist, then got worried about doing it! Obviously it wasn't part of my training! And if I was any judge, she'd been very turned on when she kissed me, too! Turned on from paddling me over her knee of course, but she'd only paddled me to act out my fantasy and get me off, so she was really just getting excited about giving me sex I wanted. I felt a sudden rush of excitement as I thought about what Judy was probably doing in her bedroom at that very moment, stroking off, thinking about the paddling she just gave me!

As I adjusted to the idea that Judy cared about me, I felt ashamed about acting like such a good slave after only three days of training. I'd fantasized a lot about dominating girls this way, training them to want to cooperate as sexual slaves, but I'd always thought I'd be too strong- minded to fall into such a submissive role myself. I was happy Judy was attracted to me, but I began to feel a little rebellious too, wondering how to show Judy I wasn't just her puppy-dog. I couldn't think of anything right away, so I decided to use one of the mental exercises I'd been studying to direct my subconscious to explore the idea.

I worked at the console on Humanities readings until about five-thirty, then switched to mental training exercises. I was getting into some of the advanced exercises now, and maybe I'd been selling myself short when I told Judy I didn't have any special skill in mental training. I'd never really tried before, and the schoolbrain was telling now that I was near the top of my grade-level after only three days of concentrated study. It even said I had the potential to be an adept if I wanted to work hard at it! I was hungry for this kind of reassurance while I was in reward- avoidance training because I felt so powerless most of the time, but having Judy admit she was sexually attracted to me and learning I could be world-class in something I'd just started studying were two very comforting surprises for a single afternoon.

When Judy came in around six-thirty, she was carrying a smart-book and a Wave-Form ADT, a large capacity data pack used for recording sensies.

"I do NOT want you to let anyone else learn about these, David. I'm going to make that a compulsion if you want to take them. This is what you asked for, an edited version of my diary." Then she flushed lightly as she added: "And this ADT has a sensie recording of what I was thinking and feeling when I gave you your first session on Sunday."

I must have looked stunned as I realized Judy was letting me play a sensie of her! It's a very personal recording format, since you can't hide any of your thoughts, and this was a sensie she'd recorded of her reactions during my first session! After my initial shocked response, it occurred to me to wonder why she'd made the recording. Everybody knows it's a bad idea to play back your own sensie and experience everything a second time, so what was the recording good for? To give to me when I asked to understand her better?

"I've done a lot of editing, both in the diary and the sensie," Judy said. "So I'm still keeping some things secret from you, but you'll just have to live with that. Now will you accept a compulsion not to tell anyone about these?"

It seemed an odd question, since she was giving me compulsions all the time, but then I figured out that this wasn't connected with my therapy so she wanted to give me the choice. I agreed to the compulsion, and felt a momentary Deep O-Mode disorientation. As I came out of it, Judy was saying, "I warn you, David, playing this sensie might make you horny, so if you want to hold off until the next time I agree to get you off, I'll leave you alone to play the sensie first, so you'll have a release at the end."

I was pretty sure I was going to feel horny just thinking about the sensie, so I might as well not put it off. I could always turn it off after a few minutes if it was too intense. I thanked Judy, and said I probably wouldn't wait, but I might change my mind later.

"One more thing," Judy said as I was just about to leave for home. "I want you to do the standard half-hour aerobic workout every day from now on. I think you need to gain a little muscle tone and lose a tiny bit of baby fat. Not that's it isn't cute on you!"

She smiled at the end. She'd said it in a nice way, but I realized I had another assignment now that I had to carry out religiously if I wanted to avoid punishment for disobedience. I'd never liked exercise, but I decided I could do a half-hour every day during my free period at school.




Trainingware Pt. 07



-14- Judy

I was supposed to let David wake up and succeed at masturbating Monday night. He had some lessons to learn about this, and the training schedule said he should succeed the first time he tried. I reset his watch and clock so he'd think it was four AM when he woke up, and I told Hubba to stimulate him just as I got into bed at one-fifteen, and snuggled down with my peripheral in place. I had the sensie feeding through the private wave guide between our houses now, so I was able to feel the subtle stimulation Hubba was using on David. I experimented with controlling the anal intrusion and the slippery friction David felt, and I was amazed at how effective it was. Just the anal intrusion alone got him extremely excited, even while he was sleeping deeply.

I was able to experience his erotic dreams about being controlled by me and my friends, although the details were all fuzzy and surrealistic. Of course I'd experienced some of the famous dream sequences on commercial sensies, so this wasn't totally unfamiliar. I asked Hubba if it could train David to restrict his fantasies to me alone in dreams like this, since I wanted to keep him feeling frightened about my friends joining in. Besides, I liked being the only one at the center of his erotic fantasies. Hubba demonstrated how it could reduce David's stimulation when his dreams included anybody else, and pretty soon he was conditioned to focus just on me. Hubba kept bringing David nearly to the brink of waking up, then letting him calm down a little before starting everything over again, until I was nearly frantic from experiencing his sensie.

After awhile, I muted the sensie body sensations but kept David's thoughts at full strength, then told Hubba to stimulate David enough to wake him up. I felt David's exuberance when he noticed the time and then his anxiety about getting caught, but the anxiety didn't slow him down. After he figured out he had to kick the covers off and started making real progress toward climax, I was surprised that all David's waking fantasies were still about me dominating him. I knew he was intimidated when he had a real whipping coming, but he clearly got turned on in fan- tasy situations where I teased and punished him.

I was impatient with how long it was taking David to get close, and I hurried it up a few times, then turned the sensie body sensations back up when he had to guess odd or even for the hurdle. When he guessed right, his Arousal level started up into the low 90's, and I felt my first orgasm starting. My peripheral wasn't doing it -- it was just from feeling David's excitement through the sensie. I'd forgotten that would happen if I didn't have a Hubba to control my orgasms the way it was doing with him. I had three orgasms while David's excitement continued to climb, and when he finally reached an Arousal rating of 95 just as he started to ejaculate, my final two were actually painful. David was extremely satisfied at the end, and went to sleep almost instantly

I played David's muted sensie recording again the next morning without using my peripheral. I just touched myself lightly with my finger after David got past his hurdles, and cut it off before it got painful, but I still had five orgasms. I noticed while I was playing the earlier part of the sensie that David had a lot of sexy anal fantasies, so I decided to use more stimulation like that during his sessions. I was feeling a bit disappointed that I couldn't really experience David's over-90 Arousal ratings properly, and it confirmed my intention to buy a Hubba-2 for myself. I immediately started planning how to pay for it.

Tuesday morning David talked to Judy about the boys in her class, an idea he'd had which I thought was rather insightful considering he'd thought his little sister was nothing more than an annoyance two days ago. When I saw David in my apartment after school, he'd been good, and I was sur- prised how horny he was again after stroking off only a little over twelve hours ago. His Arousal rating was already up to 76! Of course, I probably would have felt horny again that quickly if I were only allowed one orgasm a day. One good thing about all this was that I didn't have to put any special thought into what I wore when I met with David: he got aroused every time he saw me, even when I was just wearing my school uniform!

David was so cute when he asked me to get him off: he said if I wanted to prolong his paddling or give him other punishments I thought were sexy while I was doing it, he knew I was the boss and he wanted to please me. He was trying to be a good slave, and the idea that I might do somewhat mean things to him while I got him off was terribly erotic. Good! I told him to move closer to where I was sitting on the sofa and made him strip, then bent him over and tantalized him for nearly ten minutes, telling him not to move, and getting extremely turned on myself.

To make him lose control at the end, I got Hubba to help give him the kind of anal experience he'd imagined in his masturbation fantasy. I actually goosed him myself, but Hubba's tentacles extended my finger, making it seem much longer and thicker inside him. I experienced the sensation through David's sensie as a wild surge of arousal! He couldn't hold still, making long slow thrusting movements with his hips, so I told him he was being bad and took him over my knee to paddle him. I was trying to keep him uncertain as to whether I was simply playing or actually punishing him, so I continued to use a pain intensity right at the edge of what he could interpret as sexy, and when I finally got him off, he was screaming with release.

I thought he was so adorable, I gave him a real kiss when it was all over. I was extremely excited by that time, but I tried to make it an affectionate kiss rather than a sexy one. Hubba immediately told me that this kind of affection was inappropriate so early in David's training, so I tried to let David know he shouldn't count on me to let him out of discipline because I was attracted to him. When I gave him an opportunity to ask if there was anything he wanted from me that wouldn't degrade his training, he wanted to know how he could learn more about me, and the subject of my diary came up.

So I spent some time right after the session helping our homebrain edit my diaries from the time after Mom divorced Caspar. My earlier diaries had a lot of details about what Oscar had done to me, and I could read them again now without crying, but I didn't want David to see any of that. The stuff I was giving him was pretty private too, and I must not have been thinking too clearly about letting David see it. I had some thoughts that he'd learn more about me this way, and I wanted to develop his empathy, but I think the real reason was that I wanted to think of him as close to me -- a real boyfriend, in spite of our one-sided dominance relationship.

At some point, I made an even more poorly thought-out decision to give David my sensie recording from his first punishment session. I wouldn't have done that if I'd masturbated right after getting David off and going to my room, but I'd been in a hurry to edit my diary, so I was still extremely horny, and I wanted David to share the sexy feelings I'd had when I was put in charge of him. As I considered what to edit out of the sensie session, I came up with the times I spoke to David in Deep O-Mode, and the time I was masturbating bent over the table, watching his red bottom and experiencing what he was feeling on the positioner. I also edited out all the conversations I had with the Tutorial and later with Hubba that made it clear how much his punishment was guided by the training program. I guess I wanted to seem more in charge of things than I really was.



Trainingware Pt. 08



Eighth of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger 

-15-

David

Gwynn was talking enthusiastically to Diane when I came into the kitchen for dinner on Tuesday. She gave me a significant glance as she finished recounting her triumph with Charlie O'Hara, who'd just asked her to his house for a study date. Diane seemed happy, reminiscing that it seemed Gwynn had been in diapers just a few years ago, and now she was starting to date, and Yadda-Yadda-Yadda, like parents do. She gave me a funny look at one point, but I couldn't figure out why; she certainly wasn't upset with me. Maybe Gwynn told her about my part in this. Or maybe Judy had told her, it suddenly struck me. I flushed at the thought, since I felt a strong need to keep all my interactions with Judy private!

When I got upstairs after dinner I thought hard about what I had to do to keep getting my homework 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 been worried she was reacting selfishly, but mentioned Ms Fechtenbaum had convinced her 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 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 acted like he was too weak to stand up, but I suspected 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 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 naked 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 he imagined. 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 play 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 naked 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 naked 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.




Trainingware Pt. 08



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 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 normal user couldn't doctor a sensie. 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.




Trainingware Pt. 08



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, although 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.



Trainingware Pt. 09



Ninth of nine parts.

Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger 

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Judy

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 continued 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.




Trainingware Pt. 09



-17-

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 its 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. X-rated sensie starlets used thongs like this 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 sensitive again, 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 couldn't 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 Hubba tantalized him. 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."




Trainingware Pt. 09



"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!



Trainingware



"O-Mode David," Linda said, and I got the feeling of willingness to let someone make my decisions that I'd been familiar with since I was a little kid. Most parents have a high enough Maturity index that they're licensed to use O-Mode to check their children don't get into bad habits or do things that could hurt them.

"Tell me what you've been doing and thinking while I was out of the room," Linda said. Since I was just in normal O-Mode, I was going to remember everything about this conversation.

"I, uh, started by thinking about how scared I was of more whipping and how sore my behind felt," I answered immediately. "And then I got my erection back and I was really horny, so I tried to rub it against the positioner leg . . ." I began to feel intense embarrassment again, as I realized what I was saying. I'd always been in Deep O-Mode when Linda asked me about my fantasies, so I never remembered the conversations later.

"Uh huh," Linda interrupted. "And did you have any thoughts about your whipping or about me in relation to your whipping?"

"Yes," I said. "I started to get mad about how you were treating me, and I was wondering if I could get you in trouble with your professional society or the AI Council."

I felt a rush of fear as I realized how poor an argument this was that I'd learned my lesson from the whipping I'd had so far! And Linda might be mad at me for planning to get her in trouble!

"Did you have any thoughts of being intimidated?" Linda probed, "Of thinking that you'd better behave yourself or you'll get more whipping?"

"Uh. I felt intimidated," I answered. "Especially right after. But I didn't think about how I should behave."

"Well, I think I can make that connection during this next round. Drop O- Mode. I'm going to start building up the slaps again now. My punishment wand readings show you're much more sensitive again."

"Wait, Linda," I called out as soon as I could talk again out of O- Mode. "This punishment isn't going to work! It's a sham!" If begging didn't work, I'd try to talk my way out of more whipping. If only she wouldn't ignore me!

"Why do you think that, David?" She sounded willing to listen for just a moment, to find out if I had anything worth discussing before she started whipping me again.

"You said one of the reasons you're doing this is so I'll stop fantasizing about you sexually. But whipping me like this won't do that. The pain is ghastly when you're actually doing it, but I got aroused right after it stopped, and I was thinking of you. This isn't going to stop me from thinking about you sexually!" I thought this was a pretty good argument, since it was perfectly true -- right now it was nearly impossible to think of anything BUT Linda and my nudity and my erection and getting whipped, all mixed together.

Linda answered in a lecturing tone I'd always tuned out. "My main reason for whipping you, David, is to increase my authority. You have a set of basic attitudes that isolate you from others and justify your innate selfishness. This has extremely bad effects on your Maturity index. Your attitudes right now place you just this side of criminally delinquent, and that justifies the whippings. Remember that you're going to be getting a series of whippings; there'll be one every day until I'm satisfied. The object is to make you sufficiently intimidated that you'll cooperate in extinguishing inappropriate attitudes. Intimidation is only the first step of course, but it's a necessary one, and this is a very common form of training."

"Well how many whippings am I going to get? When will I be done, according to you?" The position I was in made me feel much too vulnerable to be cross- examining Linda like this, but if I could keep her talking I might have a chance to convince her.

"Your progress is up to you," Linda answered. "If you can apply a little rational thought and realize you have no alternative but to work at those interactive mental exercises I gave you, you'll learn how to extinguish some of these attitudes. But it will be very difficult to extinguish the core attitudes that support your selfishness, since you won't want to give them up. So you need to fear what will happen if you fail to satisfy me. There'll be more to do after that, but I'll be able to depend on you after several weeks to follow directions without any further encouragement, because you'll be too afraid of backsliding and getting whipped again."

"But what about my sexual fantasies about you?" I asked, desperate to drive my point across, "You're not going to change that by doing this to me!"

"Actually, these sessions will extinguish your arousal in this situation," Linda answered. "The punishment wand I'm using is nano- engineered so it can be set to the extremely high pain intensity appropriate for this training option, without any real physical damage. You'll be sore for the rest of the day, but it won't break any blood vessels -- you won't bruise deeply -- and you'll feel normal after about twelve hours. I'll be able to whip you every day for weeks, until you're completely intimidated, and by the end of that time you'll be too concerned about satisfying me that your behavior is acceptable to think of me sexually. Also, a few weeks of whippings are very taxing physically. The pain intensity for this training option is clinically traumatic, meant to override any of your normal desires, and you'll lose your sexual interpretation of the whippings by the end."

"But that -- that's awful!" I was horrified by Linda's description. "You're talking about terrible physical trauma!"

"About the same as abdominal surgery, yes." Linda sounded like she was giving an answer to a classroom. "And you really do have a medical problem, David, although it's psychological rather than physical. It just turns out that physical treatment will work in your case."

"You call whippings like this a treatment?" I was yelling, and I heard Linda say, "No more talking now." Then she started my second whipping series.

I was very sore already, so the warm-up hurt more and didn't make me as insensitive as it had the first time. When I heard the "beep" from the punishment wand again, signaling the real whipping was beginning, I started screaming continuously, a siren screech, punctuated with even louder screams as each new slap landed. I couldn't believe how much it hurt! I was a creature of the moment, even worse than before, and it seemed to go on forever! When it finally stopped, I kept screaming for awhile, and then ended up bawling for several minutes before I was able to draw a full shaky breath. Linda was moving somewhere behind me and I was in constant fear that she'd give me more slaps. When I finally quieted down she came up beside me again, and I cried louder and begged her not to hurt me anymore.

"Are you beginning to feel intimidated now, David?" Linda asked, "Are you motivated to do what I tell you? The length and harshness of the whippings are up to me, you know. Are you going to be good?" She had that teasing note in her voice again!

"Yes, Linda," I answered through my sobs, "I'll do whatever you say from now on, I promise!"

Suddenly Linda brought the wand down on my behind again at full whipping strength, and I screamed. And again, and I hadn't finished my first scream, but I screamed a second time. And again, and now I was screaming continuously, expecting another slap, but it didn't come and I got myself under control after about a minute. Linda waited for this before she spoke again.

"I don't want you to call me by my first name, anymore, David. You can call me 'Ma'am' or 'Ms Fechtenbaum'. Do you think you can remember that?" And suddenly I felt another terrible slap on my behind.

"Yes, Ma'am," I yelled out as soon as I could, before I'd stopped screaming really, so I wasn't very intelligible. "I promise I'll never call you by your first name again."

"Don't yell, David," she said, and I felt another explosive slap, then heard Linda raising her voice to be heard over my screaming. "I want you to be polite and answer me civilly." I sobbed that I would, that I'd do anything she said, but she kept talking.

"And how about those mental exercises I've been asking you to do? Will you work on them tonight?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Suddenly I felt another slap and I screamed again.

"You're sure you won't forget?"

"No Ma'am! Please! Please!" I was really terrified now, since I didn't know how long this was going to go on, or even what the rules were. I thought Linda was just punishing me to be arbitrary now, because she enjoyed hurting me and making me plead with her. Then I had a fleeting thought that I should stop even thinking of her as Linda so I wouldn't slip when I spoke to her.

"Fine," she said, with that teasing note still in her voice. "See that you don't forget! I want to see good progress by tomorrow!" And she gave me three more explosive slaps. Then while I was still screaming, I felt the positioner sink back down to the floor and constraints around my body snap open. A moment later, through my sobbing, I heard her say, "You can get up and get dressed now, David. Your session time is up."

After a minute of trying to catch my breath, I got up slowly from the positioner. I felt like I was stiff from lying in one position too long, and of course my behind was unbelievably sore. My erection was trying to come up again, and I didn't want . . . Ms Fechtenbaum to see me that way. She'd already left the room but she might come back, so I walked slowly over to my clothes and pulled them on. I felt a little dizzy, but I came back to normal quickly as I dressed. My behind hurt like fire just from making contact with my underpants.

I walked carefully out the door to the main office and started out to the street, but Ms Fechtenbaum called to me before I could get out the door.

"David!" And she paused as I stopped and turned to her, then with a mean smile and a teasing voice that convinced me she was enjoying my humiliation, she said, "You'd better not do anything bad before I see you again tomorrow. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to be annoyed with you when I whip you again!"

The hairs on the back of my neck went up as I felt a chill of fear! When Ms Fechtenbaum looked down at her work again, I fled out the front door.