In the future, society is run by the MATRON AI system. Life has three distinct stages, the beginning years from 1-20, young adulthood that can last from 1 to 100 years, and Maturity from then on. Young Adults (YAs) are expected to live and work in tired communities based on their accomplishments, effort, "valuation," and "life track." Society can be quite strict with those who are either naturally submissive (seen as a sign of requiring stern care-taking by Society) or who step out of line.

Disobedience is dealt with harshly.

All characters are over 18, while the domination and discipline is not always wanted, it is consensual as per the society.

More stories in this society: https://www.literotica.com/authors/Sanzas/works/stories

E-Book: https://books2read.com/b/bPayeJ "An Uncomfortable Future" -- multipe stories in this society.

Patreon: A graphic novel (not free) in this society.

Includes: Spanking, humiliation, domination, ff, mf

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Eevie’s Flat -- Tessa

Tessa didn’t think of herself as an anti-social shut in--or shy--but if not for the decompression tab, she’d have had wracking nervousness at the travel to Eevie’s “flat.” Instead of going out into the rain with umbrellas, Eevie had used her com to summon a vehicle. It was deluxe and driverless and she herded Tessa into the back and then climbed in behind her. 

“Hans lets me use his trans-code,” she said as they settled back. Tessa looked around the luxury vehicle. Eevie wasn’t employed, according to her profile, she was currently listed as Domestic Partner (‘Steady Girlfriend’). Here she was, riding around in this fantastic vehicle rather than trudging through the rain like ‘Good-girl’ Tessa who worked hard to be employed!

She felt a slight thrill as the vehicle arced over a raised roadway and then slid into the parking bay of a high-tier housing structure!

“This is your flat??” she asked.

“Master Han’s,” Eevie said, exiting the vehicle and stretching in a vaguely embarrassing way.

“Wait--his flat--I thought we were going to your flat!” Tessa said, a little edge of panic starting to rise in her.

“It’s mine too,” Eevie assured her, taking her towards the elevators. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine!”

In the elevator, Eevie plopped down into a kneeling position on the padded floor. When Tessa move to join her, she waved her off.

“Don’t worry. It’s just for low tiers who live here in case a high tier gets in. Not a problem for you.” She grinned. Tessa wasn’t so sure--but the decon-tab was doing its work and combined with the tea, she had a floaty pleasant feeling . . . and rather than just being sexually frustrated, she was feeling more .  . . horny. A voice in her mind told her she should give up on this and go back home before she got in trouble--but the door opened and she was hauled down the hall by an excited Eevie. 

Eevie buzzed them through the door in a wonderful apartment. It was cozy and stylish and big and wonderful. There were throw-blankets over the couches and chairs and little pillows. She blushed to see a punishment restraint rack done in fine woods with thick padding in the front-center of the livingroom area where her TV would be. Eevie did blush badly, looking at it.

“I get put up there a couple times a week,” she said softly. “Come on--”

There were a few statues--unhappy looking girls, naked in compromising positions and with raised lines across buttocks. She clenched her sex, looking at a rack of paddles arranged from padded leather to stinging, awful plexiglass! There were framed pictures of Eevie looking teary in various degrees of nakedness and awful pornographic display.

Tessa knew this wasn’t unheard of--but OH!

It was in the spacious kitchen that she stopped, frozen: Wearing an apron and cooking was Hans. He was taller than he’d looked in the image, and when his face lit up with a smile, he was, she thought with a twinge, even more handsome. Whatever he was cooking, it smelled delicious. Eevie came forward, blushing a little herself and went up on her toes to kiss him. He hugged her.

“WeGotANewFriendITheCircle! This is Tess! She’s on mandated rest for three days--and mandated social interaction--and fun!”

He laughed at the stream of words and gave her another kiss. “You’re going to scare her off if you keep talking a mile a minute like that.”

He looked over at Tessa and she, herself, felt a warm twinge when he smiled at her. 

“Believe it or not, this is calmed down for her,” he said. “Don’t mind me. I’m cooking up some dinner. You’re welcome to stay if you like.”

Tessa swallowed. This felt all too much, too fast--but she WAS floaty and pleasant.

“It--” she said, uncertainly, “it does smell really good.”

“Excellent!” he said. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it.” He paused and looked at Eevie, “You’re going to behave?”

She blushed harder and Tessa saw her visibly squirm. “Yes, Master Hans,” she said. It wasn’t a whisper, but Tessa detected some anxiety and embarrassment. 

“I’m sure everything will be fine.” He glanced at Tessa, “don’t hesitate to ask me if you need anything.”

Tessa felt a rush of heat--she wasn’t sure what he was talking about . . . no, not entirely sure--was he??

Hans crossed the floor to where Tessa stood. He’d fished his com out and took her fingers and pressed them to a glowing square. She blushed as she found she enjoyed the feel of his fingers on her hands.

“There, your biometrics are recognized by her restraints,” he said.

Tessa was blushing and thought she might want to go and sit down--but Eevie came over. She was blushing awkwardly too, but forced a bit of a smile. “Come on--” she said.

The ‘play room’ was decorated with bookshelves and splashes of bright colors. It had a nice window with a wonderful view of the rain-soaked city. There were cushions and pads and pillows all over the floor. She saw a couple of exercise machines that could double as punishment systems. There were a few hung pictures of drawings of girls in various states of distress--but looking very cute! She saw a  glass case with a number of floggers, plugs for various orifices, and containers of punishment supplies. She blushed hard and Eevie pulled her over to a beanbag style chair.

“Sit,” she said, helping her down. Tessa wasn’t dizzy exactly--but the room had a faint feeling of motion to it, not unpleasant. Like being on a ship, maybe.

“So!” Eevie plopped down next to her, sprawling. “He gave you my codes.”

Tessa saw she was blushing--she was embarrassed--even uncomfortable with this. She wasn’t sure if it was because of what Hans had done or she was worried about Tessa’s reaction to it.

“Sorry--I just--” she started.

“No, it’s good. I’m glad he did,” Eevie said. “If I’m going to go to the bathroom, I need to have one of the key-holders undo my restraint belt,” she gestured at her waist.

“Oh!”

Eevie nodded--”and I’m under orders to have whoever unlocks me--oh--uh--well--”

Tessa realized with a dawning shock what was implied here.

“Eevie! I don’t want to punish you!”

Eevie laughed. “No! Tess--look, either I pee my pants, which has happened . . . “ she made a face, “or I have to ask a friend . . . or Master Hans--or . . . like a security officer. I’d rather ask a friend!”

Tessa squirmed--she couldn’t get her head quite around it now that it was happening--but she’d fantasized about these kinds of games, about being the dominant--about--oh, she was blushing so bad!

Eevie moved over against her. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to--I can ask Master,” she said, “but I’d rather you do it,” she said. 

Tessa swallowed. “Okay--I mean, I--I can when you need--”

Eevie took her hand and pushed it to her belt. Tessa felt the click as the lock disengaged.

Ohh--oooh! She watched Eevie struggle out of her jeans like a snake shedding its skin. Tessa saw the bright pink brief panties with a black paddle pattern on them (with heart shaped cut-outs) across them. Cute!

Oh, shit--Eevie, shuffling her pants off and drawing down her panties was cute! Her blush was cute--her trepidation at her required submission was cute! The panties came off and Tessa could see her smooth hairless sex, plump with arousal, her clitoris visible. The girl was clearly embarrassed--but she crawled across the floor, and Tessa watched her buttocks as she moved to the computer station.

Tessa moved her hand down to her own delta. Ohh--being  intimate with another person--even if--no especially if--she was dominant--was enticing. Even through the tea and the tab, though, she could feel the frantic anxiety that was more natural to her trying to come up.

Eevie had made a call on her system and another girl’s face was there.

“Eevie!”

“Massi! I’ve got Tessa over here--for dinner and relaxation--” she swallowed. “I need you to, uh, talk her through it--she opened my belt--”

The girl laughed, a warm sound. “Oh dear! Okay--bring her over here, and get the rest of the way undressed and in the butterfly position.” 

Eevie blushed harder, and nodded. “Yes miss--I really do need to pee though.”

“You hold it, Nixli--I hope Miss Tessa makes you very uncomfortable before she lets you squat.”

Eevie gave a soft noise of protest, but stripped off her blouse and turned her back to Tessa.

“Miss Tess?” She indicated the bio-lock on her bra. Tessa bit her lower lip and touched the area on the bra. It gave a noiseless quiver and Eevie shifted to take it off.

“Put a hand on her pussy and feel her,” Massi said from the screen. Tessa gulped and looked over. The girl nodded. “She’ll go lay down in a moment--but just try this now.”

Tessa was inexperienced. The Academy “Sex Ed” did include training to satisfy a partner--but it was more simulated than actual. She’d learned the basics of domination and submission, although the girl’s classes were more on the submission side.

She reached out and ran her fingers along Eevie’s buttock near her anal cleft. The girl gave a little shudder and squirm, but didn’t complain. 

Massi looked out of the screen.

“Further down,” she said. “Touch her intimately.”

Being told to do it somehow made it far, far easier, and she did.

“Oh! You’re wet!” the exclamation was only partly a surprise--she knew from experience how embarrassing the observation was! She plied her fingers through the tender folds of Eevie’s sex. Ohh! She blushed--it was exciting! It was--she wasn’t used to this. She looked over at the Massi girl.

“Give her a little spank there--and have her go lay down. She knows ‘butterfly.’” The girl on the screen seemed entirely pleased with a stranger doing this.

But I’m not exactly a stranger, she thought. She invited me here. She must have known this could happen.

Her ‘spank’ was more of a pat but Eevie crawled quickly a short distance and lay down. She put the soles of her feet together and opened her knees to the floor. This was the position Tessa had masturbated in last night. She’d thought about how HORRIBLE it was! Now the girl was laying in it. Ohh! She lifted her hips slightly. Completely nude, it was a terribly vulnerable position. Tessa met her eyes, looking for resentment--but just saw blushing embarrassment and discomfort.

She turned back to the screen feeling Eevie’s moisture on her fingers.

Massi nodded. 

“You aren’t very experienced, hon, are you?”

Tessa didn’t like being called ‘hon’ but she just nodded, a bit scared. The tab really helped and she was VERY turned on--but this whole thing felt so alien.

Massi nodded and shifted. It was a very ‘take charge’ position.

“I run a subbie training group. I’m coming over.  Eevie isn’t to pee until I get there. She ought to have some pajamas that’ll fit you fine. You can look. Eevie! Don’t move.”

Eevie gave a nervous little “Yes, miss!”

She looked at Tessa who felt frozen and in over her head.

“Massi’s really good--rates very sub herself. She has two doms--both girls--who take great care of her! Do what she says, you’ll be fine.” She managed a weak smile: she didn’t like laying there like this.

“Should I get your--Hans?”

Eevie shook her head. “You--you can, miss--but he’ll punish me worse than Massi. But if you do, he won’t mind.”

“I don’t need to go through your clothes,” she said reluctantly.

“Do what she said,” Eevie said. “She’s the friend-circle leader. If you don’t, she’ll punish you. Not too bad probably--but she will do it! You should do as she told you.”

Tessa got up a bit worriedly, but got an encouraging, if weak smile from Eevie.

“You really need to pee?” Tessa asked.

“Pretty bad,” she said unhappily. “I was hoping I’d get to before the punishment.”

“The punishment for letting you out of your pants,” Tessa said dryly.

“That’s just to remind me of my place,” she sniffed. She clearly wasn’t enjoying this. She squirmed a bit.

Tessa was sympathetic, but she also found she liked the fetching sight of the uncomfortable, embarrassed, and vulnerable Eevie. Some friend I am, she thought.

The bedroom off the playroom had several big closets and dressers and a display of punishment “toys” that made her feel both horrified and tingly. She didn’t know what they did--but they looked sensuous and could inflict various kinds of intimate discomfort.

In the closet were a number of expensive outfits. Several were stylish and relatively normal--and she felt a stab of envy. Some, however: locking rubber outfits tailored to accentuate the vaginal and anal clefts, fiendish looking corsets with complex chastity belts attached, straight jackets in cute designs. She shuddered. What . . , what would it be like to wear THAT?

She took a set of cute pajamas and awkwardly changed into them. They fit pretty well. She returned and heard conversation from the hall--oh shit. ‘Master’ Hans and, it sounded like, Massi. Eevie looked up from the ground. She squirmed.

“Don’t,” whispered Tessa, “you’ll get it for squirming!” She knew full well how that worked!

“I’m gonna pee,” she whimpered. Tessa stroked her hair. She was terribly worried that Master Hans would come in and find her wearing his girl’s clothes. She couldn’t do much though--she’d folded and put her own clothes to the side. She hoped Massi would sort things out.

Eevie whimpered and Tessa placed her hand on Eevie’s sex. It was lubricated. She was careful not to cause any discomfort--but Eevie whimpered at being touched casually there.

Then the door opened.

Tessa looked up. If not for the tab, she’d have bolted from the whole apartment. It was Massi--and she smiled brightly at Tessa. Behind her was ‘Master Hans,’ Tessa found herself cringing slightly as his gaze fell on them, but he smiled.

“I think you’ll be in good hands, Eevie! Tess is new to this--so I expect you to be very encouraging in her disciplining of you.”

She felt Eevie’s sex clench! She gave a weak “Yes, Master.”

Massi laughed at that. “Eevie is going to pee herself, isn’t she?”

Ugh! “Yes, miss!”

“Is Eevie very uncomfortable?”

“Yes Miss!” Eevie chirped.

“Good! Master wants Eevie to remember her place, doesn’t he?” She was grinning--but Eevie squirmed in clear distress. Seeing her desperation and arousal was attractive--but Tessa didn’t want the girl to wet herself. 

“I can take her to the bathroom,” Tessa said.

“Good--You’re to clean her--she isn’t to touch herself--also, while you two are in there, give her a good spanking. Show me your stuff, Tessa!”

Tessa helped Eevie up, blushing furiously. She hustled the naked Eevie down the hall to the luxurious bathroom. It was as big as Tessa’s livingroom! There was a sit toilet and a squat toilet. She was sure she knew which one Eevie got to use.

“May I, Miss?” asked a desperate Eevie.

“Go,” said Tessa. And Eevie waddled over and squatted. She let out a moan of relief and pleasure. She kept her knees apart and blushed beet red.

“Ohh--uhhh---ahhhh--ohhh--” she breathed. She looked up and in a weakly embarrassed voice said “peegasm.”  She was clearly not liking keeping her knees open. Tessa made her way to the sit toilet, and put the lid down, and sat. “As a guest you can use that one, Miss,” Eevie said. “If you come over regularly, you’ll have to use this one.”

Tessa blushed--but she wasn’t exactly surprised. Massi was the circle lead. She, herself would be firmly under Massi--she wasn’t even sure she’d be above Eevie based on scores. A little wave of glumness threatened to crest. She looked at the squatting, dripping girl.

“Miss,” Eevie said, “what’s wrong?” She didn’t sound perfectly composed--but she did sound concerned.

“Nothing--” she said. “I have--I mean, it’s okay.”

“Are you worried about dominating me?” Eevie asked.

Oh, shit, Tessa thought--she’s worried about whether I’ll be able to handle it! She felt a deep blush and a little stab of shame: the sub wasn’t supposed to be care-taking the dom. She was going to be wretched at this!

“I--I--no--no! You’re adorable,” she said quickly. “I just don’t know if I’m very good at it and I don’t--” Eevie was crawling across the floor, looking up. She really was cute, Tessa thought. She could see what the important, high-status Hans saw in her! And she was so beautifully submissive. Tessa knew she could never reach that level of comfort. Then Eevie was against her, her head in Tessa’s lap, hugging her.

Tessa held the naked girl. She felt doubly wretched! She stroked Eevie’s hair. “I should--” she felt ridiculously unqualified--”Massie wanted me to spank you.” It fell a little flat. Ugh. Eevie looked up at her, and she was surprised to see Eevie smiling brightly.

“Undress, miss!” She stood. Tessa was slightly taken aback--was the girl going to dominate her!? Would she be able to?

Eevie gave her a warm kiss on the corner of the mouth. “Trust me,” she said. The feeling of her lips remained there. She felt off kilter and got up a bit shakily. “Undress, Miss,” Eevie said again. Tessa was in turmoil, but she unbuttoned the pajama jacket and then stepped out of it and the trousers. She was embarrassed, even though Eevie was naked too--but she could see the awkwardness in Eevie too and it made her feel better. Eevie had started the water in the giant tub. She gently touched Tessa, guiding her to the bath. “Let Eevie wash Miss?” she asked, her voice close.

Tessa nodded, and stepped in. The water felt weirdly smooth and hot and good. Eevie helped her in.

“Eevie is going to get it a little worse, Miss. Eevie will be back in a second!” The girl stepped out of the door, still naked. Tessa slumped down in. This was SO much better than her shower. She shouldn’t have envied Eevie so much: the girl was deep into submission the way that Tessa was clawing at herself to desperately avoid--and here she was, in the bath, in this wonderful flat--with a girl she had to admit she quite liked, who was supposed to be submissive to her--who was HAPPY to be--and she couldn’t even get that right!

The bath water smelled scented and felt good--the tab she’d taken seemed nowhere close to wearing off--and she let herself float there. Of course she sneezed, loudly, just as the door opened.

It was Hans--Master Hans, she thought dismally, coming through with a still naked and concerned blushing Eevie behind him and Massi taking up the rear. She felt a horrible flare of guilt at being in his tub by herself--and a shock of embarrassment at being naked in the only slightly bubbly water. She wanted to sit up and cover herself simultaneously, but she sneezed explosively into her elbow and managed to look up glumly as the bathroom filled up with people. 

Hans looked her over, and came to a conclusion. 

“Eevie, go and dress in something slight and you will help me in the kitchen. Massi, you are taking her.”

“Yes sir,” the girl said, looking not worried but maybe slightly alarmed at his firm tone.

He looked at Tessa, considering. She pressed her thighs together. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“You are going to be a pleasant, obedient fourth tier,” he said.

SHIT. That kind of address--from at Tier 2, usually meant big trouble. She managed a “Yes sir,” hoping that was right. He gave her a firm nod.

“Massi, you’re in charge of her--she is to get nice and washed--the bath will be relaxing. After a bit of a soak, get her dressed--the pajamas she had on are perfectly fine. You’re to be with her constantly--and she’s to obey you in everything.”

He looked at Tessa. “Got it?” he asked mildly.

She’d gotten. “Y-yes sir,” she said. 

“Good--soak, relax. That’s an order. Dinner will be ready in a half hour. You’re to relax until then.” He gave Massi a little nod and let himself out. Tessa gave her a worried look and she sat on the edge of the tub.

“I could call someone to come get me,” Tessa started--but who?? Her boss. A Mature--calling her to be picked up from a random flat. Like she’d called her mother. 

Massi gave her a mild look, and she shut up.

“Tess, hon--” she watched Tessa shrink a little and she rolled her eyes. Tessa watched as she stripped off her clothes. She was slightly plump and she got down into the water and reached out, taking Tessa’s wrist and pulled her over into her lap. She lay Tessa against her and wrapped her arms around Tessa’s body. 

Tessa bit her lower lip. This stranger--taking her--sitting her, both of them naked in the bath, on her lap. The other girl held her.

“Lay your head back,” she said. Tessa paused, blushing, and did.

“Is he mad at me?” she asked.

Massi laughed. “Hardly.”

“But--I didn’t--I just--” she let out a sigh.

“Trust me on this,” said Massi. “There are worse things than being held by your dom in the bath. There are FAR worse things than being assigned to a friend circle and being awkward at one of their houses. Hans is a pretty dominant Tier 2. Trust me when I say you’re in good hands--oh, and he wasn’t kidding one little bit about you being obedient.”

Tessa felt a slight ‘butterfly’ of alarm. 

“No second guessing, no apologizing, no volunteering--for anything. Tonight  you’re doing what he tells you, when he tells you, okay? Same goes for me--but I’m more forgiving than he is.” she laughed.

“Eevie was a total brat when he met her--you’ve seen how she is now?”

Tessa nodded. She wasn’t sure how to describe it--but Eevie had seemed well fit for her role.

“Right,” Massi said. “You’re going to think he’s horrible to her--she certainly thinks so sometimes--but I’ve seen how well she does with him taking charge of her.”

Tessa closed her eyes and just floated for a while. When Massi got her out and toweled her off, she felt warm and unusually relaxed. Once she was dressed, even in Eevie’s pajamas, she let herself be guided to the kitchen.

The table was set for the four of them. Eevie was standing facing the corner wearing nothing but a pink, frilly apron. Tessa felt a little stab of guilt--had SHE been supposed to take care of Eevie? Had Hans been forced to take over her responsibilities because she was a wreck? She was struck by how cute Eevie was. Her rounded buttocks looked good with that slight reddening. Her vulnerability was attractive--even her little sniffles . . .

Tessa shuddered slightly. Massi guided her to her chair. Hans, looking pleased, was serving--some kind of pasta with liberal cheese and meat in layers. He dished out a salad. He gave her modest portions which was good because as delicious as it smelled, she didn’t feel much of an appetite. 

“Massi?” he asked, giving her a nod. She sat close to Tessa and removed her utensils.

“I’ll take care of you, hon.”

“I can eat,” she said, feeling a hot flush of miserable embarrassment.

Hans patted her on the shoulder. “What orders did I give you, Tess?”

Oh. “Sorry,” she said dismally.

“Eat up--we’ll take care of it after.” He gave her a rub.

He’s going to punish me, she realized with alarm! Oh, shit--he’s going to punish me--and I deserve it. 

The food was as delicious as it smelled and Massi sat next to her, cutting small pieces and feeding her while she left her hands in her lap. Her cheeks burned with blush--and she couldn’t help feeling like she was a burden on Massi. Still she had to admit that Massi seemed pleasant and animated and appeared to legitimately enjoyed taking care of her.

Hans chatted easily and seemed perfectly at ease with her as a stranger in his home. A timer went off and Eevie popped out of the corner. She was looking at Tessa with concern, but hurried over, kissing Hans passionately and kneeling by him. After a few beats, he fed her a bite from her plate and she grinned, jumping up and hurrying around to Tessa. Tessa saw the shiny residue of tears on her cheeks. She gave Tessa a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you came over,” she said in Tessa’s ear. “I hope Master won’t be too bad with you!”

Tessa couldn’t help but laugh slightly. When Eevie kissed her, on the mouth, and a bit hungrily, she felt an unfamiliar stirring in her. Eevie sat a bit gingerly and Tessa noticed she was allowed to feed herself.

They integrated her into the conversation--Tessa got a few questions to respond to--easy ones--and she was aware of them making sure she felt included but not putting pressure on her to talk. It was terribly embarrassing in its way, to be treated as helpless--but they made it seem effortless.

Maybe she really did need a ‘remedial’ friend group. Finally, dinner was done, and Eevie, with a pat on her bottom, set about cleaning up. Massi wiped Tessa’s face. Tessa searched her face. She was desperate to ask if she could help--and it was when she caught Han’s look that she realized they were all very aware of her tension.

“I’ll help her,” said Massi, sounding cheerful. Tessa caught a clench in Eevie’s bare buttocks. She could guess that Massi’s attention might be a little hard to bare.

Hans, however, nodded. “Thank you,” he said with a smile. “Tess? Up and come with me--we’re going to take care of the rule-breaking.” He gave Massi a tap on the shoulder and said something to her Tessa didn’t catch.

He sounded . . . not stern--strangely inviting in a way.

Well of course, she thought, standing shakily, he’s SUPPOSED to enjoy disciplining me. And then, oh, mercy--what is he going to do?? 

She wasn’t exactly a stranger to punishment. Growing up, even in academy, she’d been subject to discipline--but she’d always been careful and being submissive wasn’t the same social situation it was as a YA. Since graduating she’d been very careful--maybe over-careful--to avoid.

He took her by her wrist and then her elbow, guiding her down the hall. 

“You’re a bundle of nerves,” he observed. “When’s the last time you got a spanking?”

She blushed! “Three years ago,” she said softly. Oh! What a question.

“Well, you’re overdue,” he joked. But then more seriously, he turned and faced her and brushed her hair back. “Anyone can see how unhappy you are, Tess,” he said gently. “I think having a good, long, squirmy cry is going to help you more than you realize. You’re so intent on NOT being under domination that you’re tying yourself in knots.”

She blinked and nodded.

The punishment boudoir was done in pink tile with pictures of Eevie in humiliating situations--looking sour and kneeling with an enema tube running into her bottom. She was laying on her back, teary eyed glowering between her spread thighs, a speculum opening her wide. She posed in a bent forward, knees bent, elbows on her knees, looking over her shoulder. Small circular stickers were stuck strategically over her breasts, buttocks, sex, and thighs. She looked miserably uncomfortable, forcing the fakest smile Tessa had ever seen into the camera. Her sex was plump and aroused and moist in all of them.

In the center of the room was a sex-swing.

He undressed her, his hands working effectively and easily and as nervous as she was, she shuddered in the appreciation of his touch. He helped her into it. She was blushing badly and she knew her eyes were about to sparkle with tears. The swing spread her knees wide, and he affixed her wrists with soft cuffs to the chains at the sides. Strapped in at the knees and around her waist, she was restrained. He gave the bondage some tugs to make sure it was secure and not too tight. 

He brushed back her hair. 

“This is punishment,” he said, unnecessarily. “You won’t enjoy it--I’ll see to that. But I am going to ensure that while it will be unpleasant, it’s going to be good for you.”

He looked in her eyes and sniffled and nodded. Her sex was wet--was she that eager for him--even for punishment?  He moved to a cabinet behind her and she craned her head to see him remove a paddle--it was medium sized and seemed to have a rubbery-black coating. She felt a shock of fear.

“Why are we doing this?” he asked gently.

“I broke the rules,” she said softly.

“Bad girl,” he said gently, and she nodded--SNIFF!

POW! “Oh!” WHAP! “OHH!” SMACK!! “OUCH!”

She pulled hard, but uselessly at the restraints. Her legs kicked, her hands balled into fists. POW! POW! POW! WHAP! POW!! “Oh-Oh-OH!” she cried. “Master! Please!” Another stab of terrible embarrassment at calling him ‘Master’--it seemed presumptuous. POW! POW! POP!

“Ahh!” A little wet shriek--Oh, it HURT! It was HUMILIATING! She gasped and tears had welled up! The pain wasn’t overwhelming--but the cadence of slaps had underlined her helplessness and vulnerability of her tender bottom. 

He let her rest for a moment and used his finger to gently move around her vulva from behind. She was wet--and she felt tears of humiliation leak. He’d said she would cry--and she was--but quietly. The humiliation was awful--but her ragged breaths were mostly under control.

He gave her a little pat on her sex.

“Ten more,” he said. She groaned. Ohh! “Your age in swats, ‘kay?”

He sounded sympathetic. She sniffled and nodded.

POW-POW-POW-POW-POW-POW! He alternated back and forth! Her bottom screamed and she yelped and yowled.WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! POW! She let out a shriek. Oh--oh--uhh--the punished skin roared and she found herself trying to struggle to cover or comfort her bottom.

She didn’t hear the door open--and was sobbing in the swing when Massi handed Hans a com. Massi gave her a quick hug from behind. “Be brave,” she said warmly. “He’s a good punisher--you’ll be thoroughly chastised.” She gave her a quick, soft pat on her buttock and hurried out.

Alone with Hans again, and sniffling, she saw he had set up a stool with the Com--HER COM--propped up on it. What was he--OH! NO! NO! OHNO!!

“Master!” she shrieked, her voice breaking in horror. Ms. Walsha appeared on the screen, looking immaculately dressed and smiling warmly. Tessa shook her head and burst into tears--the view was full on naked and her sex bulging and obvious. Her nipples erect.

Hans stepped over.

“Master--please no--” she whimpered, looking up, imploring--begging! Groveling. “Please don’t--”

He kissed her on the forehead and held something that looked like a pink infant’s pacifier.

“Open up, Nixli,” he coaxed. Tears were flowing--but she did. He put it in. It tasted like . . . strawberries. She closed her mouth on it. He patted her cheek. He turned to the screen and her boss.

“You were absolutely right to call me, Hans,” she said, sounding pleased and warm. “I had concerns about her--but I was hoping the unpleasantness of her Life Path would get her out of her shell before I had to do something sterner. I see now I waited too long.

He reached over and rubbed her shoulder, comfortingly. She stared through tears at the large projection of her boss looking at her with soft concern.

“I thought you would be better suited than her mother,” he said simply.

At that, she gave a cry from behind the sucker. It canceled her sounds, which was infuriating--but she didn’t spit it out.

Ms. Walsha focused on her. “Tessa,” she said, gently, “It’s clear you need this--and need closer caretaking. That was my lapse. But you’ve been misbehaving for . . . well, since you arrived.” She fixed Tessa with a look. “Haven’t you?”

Tessa stared. She’d cut corners a couple of times--she had come in late and used a restricted entrance so as not to walk past Ms. Washa’s office. She’d--what? Taken more then her proscribed treat-allotment? A bunch of little things--nothing--She blinked. Ohhhh. OH SHIT.

Ms. Walsha raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Tessa, THAT.”

Could she--did she KNOW? Horrified and humiliated--embarrassed beyond endurance, she reacted badly: she spit out the silencer pacifier. 

“What? What are you saying I’ve done??” Her voice sounded hysterical.

She felt Han’s hand on her shoulder. She jumped in the swing. “WHAT?” she demanded. Yelling at a Mature could be a legal demerit--but she was unable to endure this!

“Tell me what you think I’ve--”

“Touching yourself,” Ms. Walsha said. “A great deal--every night?”

The hand on her shoulder rubbed slightly--gently. Her buttocks burned from the spanking--this--ohhh--this was far, far worse.

“I HAVEN’T” she shrieked--and instantly knew that was a terrible mistake.

“Extra demerits, Nixli,” Ms. Walsha said gently. “For the masturbation--but also for the lying.”

She swallowed--oh--oh no, she was going to bawl. This was disaster. Demerits--several--could mean days or even WEEKS of being under punishment. Certainly it would ruin her evaluation! Her mother might even be told. She tried to hold it together--but she couldn’t.

“Oh, Please! I’m sorry,” she wailed.

Ms. Walsha smiled. “Well, darling, you will be soon.” She looked to Hans, “I’m going to enter the demerits--you get her started. I appreciate you notifying me.”

“I’m very happy to help, ma’am,” he said. “Eevie thinks she’s wonderful which means I care for her too. I hope you won’t assign too many demerits--she’s exceedingly tender and I think she got more embarrassment than she could reasonably bear.”

Ms. Walash looked at the sobbing girl. “I’m going to give her a few,” she said. “I think a good dominance routine would do her wonders. Please continue.”

He said formal goodbyes--she was a Mature--so he bowed quite low. She signed off. He lifted her chin. “I think we’ve had a pretty good cry for now,” he said. “I’m going to give you a little time out here while I go set things up. You’re being taken care of, Tess. I know it feels awful, but it’s what’s best recommended.”

He took a tin of something and dipped a finger in, bringing out a pale pink paste. He carefully wiped the dab over her clit, where she peed, and around her labia. She moaned.

He wiped his finger.

She dangled there, helpless. The first discomfort was a terrible, terrible urge to pee. She dangled and squirmed--but it was relentless. The second was a dull but pervasive itch over her tenderest areas. She whimpered and gasped and squirmed. 

It worked her--had its way with her. She moaned, and sobbed and cried out. After a couple of minutes, she disgraced herself peeing on the tile floor. The goo on her seemed to come alive horribly with a burning itch that assaulted her and made her writhe.

Less than forty seconds later, she had the desperate need to pee again.

She was limp and on her third release of urine, head dangling, sobbing when Eevie came in and rushed to her and hugged her, getting her out of the swing. She still had faint ‘bladder discomfort’ and she waddled from the spanking and the residue of the goop. Eevie got her to the huge bed and lay her on it, putting her into a locking absorbent chastity diaper. Then the two snuggled, Tessa exhausted from crying and the discomfort of the ordeal. Hans was apparently sleeping somewhere else, so the two of them lay together, Eevie stroking her hair and caressing her back until she slept.