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" -- multiple stories in this society.

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

Includes: Spanking, humiliation, domination, ff, mf

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Tessa - Coffee Two Days Later

She was due to return to the office tomorrow and was dreading it. The raft of demerits for masturbation and lying . . . and yelling at a Mature--not to mention her boss--had yet to appear on her social media account, but she was dreading it.

The girls, however, had truly been wonderful. Eevie had taken her shopping and got her a night time smart-lock chastity device that she could wear to bed. It looked awful, but it kept a log as to when it was worn or not and would, if she used it, keep her out of trouble.  Eevie also used Han’s extensive credit to get her some new uniforms and have them tailored to look cuter on her.

“If you’re going to be in trouble,” she’d said, “you want to look delicious.” Tessa had stuck her tongue out at her and almost, almost laughed.

Massi was keeping in contact with both of them and had recommended some other ‘circles of care’ she could sign up for. They sounded dreadful--but she was well aware the clinic’s examination of her had probably produced enough evidence that she could get an actual legal charge if anyone put it together--and her Mature boss HAD. The decompression tabs had really helped her sleep and not have her thoughts running in frantic circles about 

Blessedly, her mother hadn’t called. 

She wore sweats and nursed her coffee. Her buttocks still hurt from the spanking--and knowing Eevie got worse regularly didn’t help!. Now the pain had dulled to a somehow pleasant--or at least not unpleasant, ache.

Right now, she was still off--and Ms. Walash hadn’t checked in directly--although she’d gotten a ‘care package’ of after-care creams to be used following punishment from her office. That had been bad--but it thankfully lacked a note about how bad she was going to get it when she came back.

“How’re you feeling?”

Tessa was jolted out of her thoughts by a slightly familiar voice. She looked up at the Phys smiling at her.

She felt a little surge of worry--the sense of an animal in a field being noticed by a potential predator.

“I--oh--uh, better,” she said, swallowing. He nodded pleasantly at her. He reached out and placed three fingers against her throat. She froze. He had an enhancement--an innate thermometer.or other sensors!

He held them there. He hadn’t asked, of course: he was a Tier 2 and she was a Tier 4--he didn’t have to.

“Hmm--did you take all of your tabs?” he asked.

In fact, she hadn’t. The decompression tabs were just wonderful--but the past two days she’d been . . . occupied and in truth she hadn’t needed them. Being tended by Eevie and Massi had been pleasant and she’d let herself be absolutely ordered NOT to go into work or think about it or ask anyone about it or anything. 

She’d avoided Hans, mostly--although she’d let Eevie take her to her flat when he was out. She hadn’t taken several of them. She’d thought she might save some for later.

She swallowed. “I--may have forgotten some, sir?” she said. “I took the required time off, sir. And the other things--”

He nodded. “Come upstairs with me,” he said easily. “I want to do a quick work up.”

She really couldn’t say no. If he didn’t just haul her up there, he could have her trussed and delivered by calling her boss--or her mother--or probably Hans--or even Massi--or . . . she got up. He gave her an encouraging smile.

“Don’t forget your coffee,” he said and walked her out. It turned out his office was on the structure above the coffee shop--it was a grand sweeping building.As he walked her in past the enormous welcome desk, she felt tiny and insignificant. She went right past the security that might have strip searched her for fun and to a wood-paneled elevator. 

She thought he might tell her to get down, but he didn’t. He waited patiently as they rose up. The door opened and he walked her out. ExcluMed--and a color code: Tier-2 and up. When he walked her in, she saw a number of girls in scrubs eye her with interest and a little bit like he’d taken in a lost waif.

“Bay 2,” he told the desk-girl. “And send Nielsa--”

“Yes Phys!” she chirped. He walked her to the door. “A nurse will be here in a second, Tessa. Do what she tells you--I’ll be back directly.”

Ugh--but she swallowed.

Nielsa--the nurse--had cat ears. Tessa recognized it as a punishment modification. They looked incredibly cute, but they were sensitive to any demeaning comment that could give the subject a little unpleasant sexual shock. Touched, they were ultra sensitive and so easy to ‘violate’ or, worse, tickle. 

The woman wore pink scrubs and smiled brightly.

“Tessa-4!” she said. Her energy reminded slightly of Eevie but she was far more professional and focused. “Up on the exam couch.”

She patted the padded bench. Tessa climbed up. The girl gave her a friendly smile and said “let’s get these off--”

“Oh--” the nurse was taking off her shoes and then reached around to remove Tessa’s sweats.

“The Phys will examine you naked,” she said gently. “That’s true for Tier Twos. Tier ones remained clothed.” She gave Tessa a little ‘sorry’ face.

“Oh,” she said again. The nurse moved in, helping to lift her sweat shirt over her head.

“If you’re cold, tell me--we keep the rooms warm--but everyone’s different. Okay--questions time,” she smiled. “Take off the panties and lay back.”

Ughh--Tessa was blushing badly but she slid down her panties and lay back on the couch.

“Last pee?” the nurse moved a sensor to her bladder. 

“This morning--uh, 8:30?.”

The woman smiled and nodded. She applied a wrap to her arm and passed a wand over her. 

“Pick your feet up,” she said. Eevie, seriously not liking it, did.

“Little spanking a couple of days ago?” she asked nicely.

UGH! “Yes, miss.”

“It’s okay,” she gestured at her ears. “Pretty normal. Can you roll over on your belly?”

Tessa did. The nurse was getting something read and Tessa put her head in her arms.

“Breathe,” encouraged the nurse. “I don’t think most submissives really enjoy this--I know I don’t--but this won’t take long and Phys Lear is REALLY good.”

Tessa nodded.

“You’re wondering about the ears?” she asked. Tessa felt the woman spread her buttocks and slide a tube in--the arousometer. Ugh. But the question had distracted her!

“I got them as a sophomore YA--mid 40’s--I got pinched for reckless motoring. Spanked within an inch of my life, given a stretch in some disciplinary pillories, and I got.” she paused, probably gesturing, “the ears!”

Tessa couldn’t help herself--the meter sticking out of her anus was terrible, but she was too curious: “Are they bad?”

“Oh!” she laughed. “Terrible. If someone isn’t careful with them, I’m a wreck for the whole next day!”

“Do the other nurses . . .”

“Yeah, some--you get something like this, you’re a bottom, pretty much whatever you were before--but the girls are really nice about it. I don’t mind too much. I’m in my Junior Cycle now so it’s not THAT bad.”

“Does the Phys--does he--” Tessa started.

“Usually, thankfully, no! When I get disciplined by him he has lots and lots of other things he can do! But once in a while he will punishment-pet me. I think the girls congregate nearby to hear me squeal!”

She removed the probe leaving some of the lubricant gel on her anus.

“Oh! Better!” She gave Tessa a pat on her buttocks. “Looks like we haven’t been masturbating for a couple of days!”

As the door opened and Lear let himself in, Tessa cringed to hear that he was pleased she’d been slightly better behaved recently.

Three Weeks Later - Tessa

Ms. Walash checked her over in the office. It had a big glass window but despite the lack of privacy, the woman went through a series of embarrassing checks: sniffs under her arms, a finger swiped behind her ear, a panty-check that had her (by now) well spanked bottom on display to the lounge. Wipes at her anus and sex.

“Mmm--there’s some discharge,” she said. “I guess putting a stop to your nocturnal habits has left you frustrated!”

“Ma’am!” 

“Get used to it Nixli,” she said, sounding too much like Tessa’s mother for comfort. “Phys Lear is going to pick you up downstairs in two minutes--”

Oh! Shit! She straightened. 

“Now what did we discuss?”

“Ma’am!” Another squeal that sounded whiney, even to her.

“Tess?” she heard wry amusement at her distress.

“Do my best not to provoke him, call him Sir or Phys, unless told otherwise. Don’t leave the table to pee without permission. Best table manners. Laugh at all his jokes.”

“Ha!” Her boss laughed.

“I made that last one up.”

“A good idea--now, you will have plenty of demerits left, so if he wishes to punish you, he will--I’d expect him to.”

“MMph!”

The woman laughed. “Run along now--you look lovely. Scoot.”

He had picked her up--she had gotten tons of advice (needle him so he has an excuse to spank you! He’ll like that! It’s all about the right scent: spend all your savings to get the right one! You’re a Tier-4, dress in punishment gear!). Ms. Walash had forbidden almost everything and while she bristled at being treated like a teenager, she got that her boss was more than happy to play the role and had her interests in mind.

He took her to an incredible restaurant overlooking the city. She had seen him twice at the coffee shop after that first appointment. When he came in to examine her, the nurse had cuffed her ankles and raised them, her legs open in a V. Phys Lear had inspected her, first using a portable scanner to measure sleep debt, stress level, and other things. He proscribed a trip to an overwatch spa--which wasn’t remotely pleasant and involved her being made to relax for a weekend and take immuno boosters (and yogurt enemas).  Then he told her that because she had been masturbating, he was going to proscribe a punishment course--It had started with a spanking.

The nurse, Nielsa, had held her while she moaned through it. Afterwards, given a chance to recover in her arms, she informed Tessa that he’d created a compartmentalized prescription so she wasn’t going to get her social media profile updated--and she wasn’t going to get a legal demerit.

She’d been so wretchedly relieved she asked to be allowed to say thank you, and Nielsa had walked her naked and sniffly through the office. He was surprised to see her, and after she awkwardly thanked him, he came over and had given her a hug. 

He’d had coffee with her in the morning the next day in the cafe--and the next Monday. And then he asked her if she wanted to go to dinner. She had said yes.

“The girls all asked me if I’d ‘properly’ thanked you,” she said. They were looking at the desert menu and she had had several drinks. In this case, ‘properly’ thanking him for the spanking would be kneeling to suck his cock, naked. He looked surprised.

“How much have you had, Tess?”

She dabbed at her mouth, “Probably too much, sir.”

He laughed. “Well, we should probably get you home then, if you’re asking questions like that.”

She’d laughed--but on the way out, her eyes were drawn to a man spanking his girl at the table. She was taking it well, quietly--save for the smacks--and he had drawn her dress up and was holding a fist full of panties pulled into a tight wedgie as he slapped her. Tessa could see her face--blushing red, blinking fast--but determined looking, holding her position as she was humiliated in this fancy establishment.

“Think she’ll thank him?”

Tessa pushed back against him. “Probably in the bathroom before they leave.”

He laughed at that, then: “We got a new emotional imager in the office--want to see it? The office is near your flat.”

It turned out the emotional imager could pick out some utterly mortifying images of fantasies. Her response had been to shout at him when it came up: That got her the spanking the girls had talked about. He had a special nerve induction paddle that drove her crazy quivering to the edge-of-orgasm with each shocking smack. She’d horrifyingly peed a little in front of him as he applied it with her bent over the spanking bench in his office.

She was teary when she ‘thanked him’ on her knees. While it was far less fun than it had been when she just imagined something like it with her hand between her thighs. Afterwards, after he put her to bed clutching one of her emotional support stuffed animals--like she was a child, her memories of the scalding experience were horribly arousing and locked in the horrid chastity belt, she rubbed herself desperately against her pillow before giving up and giving a little frustrated sob and going to sleep.

For two days, she delighted her friend group with tales of the date, the punishment, and the horrible experience of him seeing her mortifying fantasies in the imager. They had made sure she showed off her buttocks to them and made her recount the experience over and over.

She found she liked telling them--even if it was really embarrassing.

Ms Walash had been pleased and gave her two days off the slow grind of working off her masturbation demerits. She didn’t like the constant flow of low-grade punishment but despite herself, she kind of liked the attention (Ms. Walash was great at making you feel like you were worth her attention--even if you were standing in the corner of her office with your spanked bottom on display). She also had a pleasant feeling that Phys Lear had enjoyed himself. She got a card from him with a lovely note!

She knew he had a file of her fantasies--but he didn’t press it.

Two Months After - Tessa

She’d moved into his extravagant flat--her mother was thrilled. Ms. Walash was thrilled. Tessa had a feeling that she might, at some point, give up her job. Being Phys Lear’s ‘domestic’ girlfriend was a more than respectable Life Path for Tier 4. He didn’t want her to quit without really wanting it, though, and he had suggested a period of increased discipline when she did. 

Her real concern had been about leaving Ms. Walash. It turned out she shouldn’t have worried. 

“Tess,” she said, talking to the girl in her office. Tessa had the back of her skirt pinned up, her buttocks freshly spanked. She had squirmed over her bosses lap and wet so much that she’d gotten extra light slaps on her vulva. Now she was “showing off the spanking,” one of the worst parts of it. 

She felt sour and thoughts of quitting were racing through her head.

“If you leave I’ll still be looking after you, I assure you.” The woman smiled smugly. “Probably well more than you’ll like!” she reminded Tessa of her mother when she was most triumphant and smugly pleased.

Later on, in the play-room with Massi coaching her and Eevie on ‘scissoring’--making sure that both girls felt awkward and didn’t get to actually reach orgasm, Tessa ground her sex against her friend’s. It WAS absolutely embarrassing! These training sessions were dreadfully exposing--but both of them were aroused enough and had enough wretched frustration built up that they were working hard to get it right.

“She’s insufferable,” Tessa said, flopping on her black, legs spread and slick with her and Eevie’s lubrication. Massi used her switch to tap both girls on the sex, indicating a break. Eevie crawled over and lay down against her.

“She’s trying to be,” Eevie said. “She knows it pushes your buttons. She’s not going to stop!”

“I know,” Tessa said with a sigh. “This is so much harder than just being a worker-drone was!”

Eevie rolled over and kissed her. “I’m glad you decided to take a chance on it.”

END -- TESSA

The collar he gave her was a hugely visible ownership token. It wasn’t intended to be pretty: it was intended to tell everyone who looked at her, someone claimed her. Still, she found herself uncomfortably pleased with it. At ‘Master’s’ clinic the girls were thrilled with her and gathered around to examine it.

She knew that being the head Phys’ girl wasn’t a position of authority--the opposite. The girls had learned that if she had any domestic demerits--which she always did--they could gain favor by applying slight punishments or light humiliations. Tessa didn’t like it--but she had to admit their cooing over it and their real enjoyment of her coming over was pleasant in a way she’d never have expected.

Exchanging notes with Eevie on the various bedroom-ordeals their masters put them through was embarrassing--but kind of fun. She got to have sessions with Eevie which were pleasant--even if she wasn’t always “on top.” Whoever was play the top got to punish the other--and Eevie was dreadfully inventive! However, since they were both serious “bottoms” in the friend group, it wasn’t yet decided who would be over whom on a more regular basis yet.

“I hope it’s you,” Tessa said, laying next to a very naked Eevie who hadn’t been allowed to orgasm this time. “Being in charge is work. I mean . . . punishing you is fun--but--”

Eevie kissed her. “You better hope it’s not me! I’ll take you for leash walks in punishment outfits out in the building’s quad!”

“EEVIE!!”

Eevie laughed. “Ask your master how he’d like your nose rubbed in it!”

Tessa, in the afterglow of a rare orgasm and the various ordeals still aching slightly in her private places, let the girl snuggle against her as she fell asleep

--END

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