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: patreon.com/Sanzas A graphic novel (not free) in this society.

Includes: Spanking, humiliation, domination, ff, 

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She reached out and stripped away the cut cloth that had used to be Noria's panties. The girl actually squealed.

"Don't cover up! And stop squirming!" Taleen barked at Noria--her tone was harsh and loud, mostly because she knew if Noria broke and covered or, worse, bolted, the punishment would have to be far worse.

It worked--she stood shock-still, eyes huge and leaking tears.

"Hands on your head, feet apart!" Taleen barked and Noria assumed the position. "Good girl," Taleen said. Then she, slightly theatrically, turned her attention to the panties.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed. The AI had her practice it a few times to get the right intonation. What she saw wasn't a surprise at all--well, mostly. The gusset of the panties were soaked with Noria's fluid. She was sure most of her girls were in their own puddles for what that was worth. "Noria-pet is very excited!"

"NO! Mistress!! Nooo!" Noria wailed.

Taleen took the wet gusset in her fingers. "Open wide, Noria-pet," she ordered. "Noria is going to learn what she tastes like."

Noria, making little mews of misery, opened her mouth and Taleen carefully pushed the remains of the panties into it.

"Close and hold, pet." She said. She watched Noria's neck move with the swallowing of tears, but she did. "Good girl." She gave Noria a pat on the flank.

"Now, girls, Noria-pet isn't just your Team-Mistress's pet-slave. She's also the team's punishment-mascot! She's well below all of you. So we're going to start with that! Laska, please open the case on the desk there. Laska, blushing in a way Taleen found cute, rushed to the case next to Taleen's office and brought it back to the nearby desk. She carefully opened it, displaying a number of implements--a paddle, a switch, a crop--and other things. Her eyes widened.

Taleen had to request the punishment kit specially through the AI--and she was pleased to find that the AI had quickly approved everything she wanted. The first item she removed was a roll of what looked like white "medical tape."

"Bend over and put your elbows on your knees, Noria-pet," she ordered.

"Ohh--!" The girl moaned delightfully, and did so. The position bent her knees and thrust her buttocks out obscenely.

"Turn so that all the girls can see your excited little aft, pet!" Taleen commanded. Oh, this must be awful.

The wretched cry and pleading "Mistress," confirmed that, indeed it was. Taleen just stood with her hands on her hips as Noria, although struggling, complied. Taleen gave a satisfied nod.

Last night, the AI had coached her not to punish Noria for hesitancy in compliance unless it reached a certain level. 'It's meant to be hard for her,' the fox-girl had lectured. 'And you want her to be expressive. But make sure she knows you're in charge.' Taleen thought her authority was pretty clear.

She took the tape, and pulled a length out with a SHRRIP sound that made everyone jump. Good, thought Taleen watching her girls. Noria, now facing away, was a mess. Her chin was trembling, her nose had small amounts of snot. Tears dripped. Her sex, run away with physical excitement wasn't any better. Lubrication gleamed and her labia were inflated and open.

Taleen applied a strip of the tape to one buttock and then the other. The tape stuck and pulled! It separated her cheeks wide so her cleft and anus were now fully on display. The sound of misery from Noria increased as it took effect. Then it began to slowly 'dissolve,' melting into the skin but keeping the tension and the spread cheeks. It would last about a day and wouldn't be comfortable for the girl at all. Well, that was the point, wasn't it.

Taleen, curious, checked Noria's anus. It looked normal--not inflamed or puffy. It had a faint blue "stain" around it where the irritant paste had been applied. Yax-l1n had explained that while the itch would be "fierce" for about 45 minutes in the pillory, it would remain a notable source of discomfort for several days. The fox-girl AI had declared that particular substance a "good start" for putting Noria in her place.

"Girls," Taleen explained. "Noria-mascot is going to be serving you--mostly on her knees. I have requisitioned some pads and gloves that will make her crawling around pretty comfortable. I encourage everyone to be affectionate and condescending to her." She grinned at that.

"But firstly, as part of a proper 'Dressing Down' mistress needs to get her pet into the right place--emotionally!"

She reached over and took a long black paddle. It was made of some material smooth and slappy. It was rigid enough, with curved edges that it would definitely hurt, but it was also light and quick. It had a button on the handle.

Taleen clicked it, and the paddle gave a soft hum.

Noria, her bottom pressed back and out, looked over her shoulder, horrified, squirmy, scared. Taleen met her eyes. Sorry, girl, she thought.

"This is a vibratory paddle," she said. "One of the nastier ones. Each stroke causes a spike in 'bathroom' discomfort. No messes, now, pet," she ordered. "It'll be extra uncomfortable--but I expect you to behave through it. After all, Noria-pet has earned this, hasn't she?"

Noria looked with wide, wet, pleading eyes, but she nodded.

"Good girl. You're 21--so we're going to do, oh, sixty three swats. I think that's a good number, don't you, hon?"

"S-sixty three?" Noria was horrified. She shook her head. "Mistress, please!"

Taleen smirked at Noria's dismay. "Okay, Nixli," she said, "We'll do 21 here--and then the rest will earn interest and we'll have them with Noria-pet tied over a spanking tressel. Is that better?"

Noria looked horrified, but she nodded. Taleen had estimated that Noria couldn't handle sixty three swats with the paddle. The "interest on them" was meant to be demoralizing as a start to her servitude.

Taleen took position, widening her stance.

"Remember, girl, no accidents."

"Mistress," the whimper was soft and fervent and adorable.

SMACK! The paddle made an awful wet sound as Taleen applied it to the bottom. Noria made a little noise but held her position admirably. Taleen watched her mouth move making silent Oww! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Motions. The fox girl had warned her that the 'vibration' component of the paddle really did make it feel like the girl was going to pee herself--but assured Taleen that she could hold out.

Taleen, for her part, hoped so. POW! POW! POP!!

"Mistress!!" Noria's note of panic was unmistakable.

Taleen switched down the "vibratory component" and applied three more hard swats. POW! POP! SMACK! Noria wailed. Her buttocks jiggled under the impacts, her head came up, giving the room a view of her tear-washed face.

Taleen tried a softer swat upwards, between Noria's thighs.

"OWWW!" The girl dropped to her knees, bawling, hands between her legs. "Mistress! Ohh!"

"Girls, get her back in position," Taleen ordered. "Our pet needs obedience training!"

Two of the girls, Laska and another came forward quickly and hauled Noria up, bending her to put her elbows back on her knees. The view of the girl's spread cheeks, visible anus, and split, wet pudenda was incredible. Taleen couldn't imagine how mortifying it must feel to show that view off to her new mistress--but it was going to get worse.

"Fifteen more to go, pet," Laska said. Taleen was impressed the girl had kept count. Taleen kept the vibration on "low" for the next ten. She didn't turn it off, but Noria could barely keep any control at all. She was wailing and the girls had to hold her, bent over one of the desks, gripping her wrists.

For the last five, Laska moved a potted plant between her spread thighs, and turned the vibration system up. Noria begged ceaselessly through the five solid smacks, releasing a stream of pee on the last into the plant's dirt. She was sobbing hard. The panty-gag had fallen to the floor.

Taleen moved in and rubbed at the reddened, swollen buttocks, listening to Noria's utter defeat.

"Stand her up, girls," she instructed, and they got Noria, weeping, to her feet. "Noria-pet is going to wear some humiliation badges," she said. "As part of her new uniform."

She removed some of the small stick-on metallic items.

"First, our new pet-name," she grinned, looking at the tears running down Noria's face. She applied to sticker to the collar. It clicked on, adhering. "Your new name is 'Whelp-y'," she said cheerily. That's how everyone will refer to you--that or slave-pet!"

Noria gave a soft defeated moan. This part of the 'dressing down' was reported to be one of the more horrid parts of the punishment.

"This," she held up a badge in the shape of a paw, "Is a tender-foot. It means Whelp-y needs help taking her punishments! It'll remind everyone to restrain her for her spankings!" A moan!

"This one," a small picture of a house, means Whelp-y needs house-breaking." She smirked as she snapped it on. The pained cry was almost too much for Taleen. Noria was certainly suffering.

"Finally," she took the last badge, a paddle. "Whelp-y has started on her paddle-badge. She'll need to earn all the implements before she can be advanced to maybe some punishment clothes. It'll take a while, Whelp-y, but mistress is sure you can do it!"

She attached the badge.

"Whelp-y isn't done yet," she said, drawing a look of abject defeat and submission from Noria. "Whelp-y is going to be the team's punishment-mascot! So mistress wants all of you to get familiar with her!"

"I'd like you to each 'welcome her' to the team. Queue up!" She gestured and made a shooing motion with her fingers. The girls paused for a moment and then snapped to it, forming a line with Laska in front. Excellent, Taleen thought. She knew it would be her duty to regularly discipline her girls and from the looks of things, they understood that as well!

"On the desk are several markers in different colors. Each color creates a distinct discomfort. Noria-mascot is required to hold position and I want each of you to 'sign' her buttocks--her anal cleft, her inner thighs--even her vulva! Give our mascot your name and maybe a few words of encouragement! She'll feel each one of these and wear them--oh, the ink remains bright for... six months? Long enough for Noria-pet to show it off! Best penmanship, girls!"

She grinned.

Noria wailed.

Taleen stood by Noria and gently wiped her nose and eyes as Laska stepped up, taking a blue pen, uncapping the maker end, and sniffing it warily. She drew a faint line on her inner wrist. "Oh! It--Oh! That really itches!"

She scratched at her wrist.

"Don't scratch too much," Taleen told her. Laska stopped scratching instantly and blushed and nodded. She bent down.

"Whew, pet! I can smell you!"

"SORRY! NORIA -PET IS SORRY!!" cried Noria.

"It's okay," Laska assured her. "Pets are a little smelly sometimes, aren't they. That should be 'Whelp-y' though, shouldn't it?" She asked it innocently, but Noria wailed in humiliation at the reminder of her pet-name.

"Ohh--AAAhhh--" The wail turned into a little shriek as Laska begin to write along the tender inner cleft of Noria's anus. Taleen had to gently place her hands on Noria's shoulders to keep her still as Laska worked. She moaned and struggled and Taleen held her. What was the girl doing? Writing a book?

Of course she knew: the girls all wanted to impress their new Team Mistress with their care in the discipline of the girl who'd challenged her--tried to make her into a pet. This part of the punishment was going to be awful.

Following Laska's lead, the girls dutifully tried the markers on their wrists first. It was an ordeal if not an awful one for them--they could scratch or rub or wash their wrists without drawing punishment for misbehavior and Taleen felt sure they believed that taking a bit of initiative in their own submission to her authority would go over well. They weren't wrong.

"Ow! It stings like nettles!"

"I--oh! Ew. It feels like--it feels gross on the skin!"

"Yikes! Ouch! Oh dear--it's like a chafe mark!"

"Ah! Welts! Owwww."

"Ah--oh! Prickly heat itch! Oh, that's going to be awful, pet!"

It was. It was all Taleen could do to keep Noria in position as the girls wrote or drew on her private parts. One girl knelt down so she could get the pen up to Noria's erect clitoris and urethra. Noria almost collapsed at that--and Taleen had to put a temporary halt to the event to get her under control.

Several of the girls drew "unhappy" faces on her buttocks, her inner and rear thighs and even an attempted draw inside Noria's vagina.

It took longer than Taleen had planned--none of the girls wanted to be quick about it, following Laska's lead, and, indeed, Noria was a sobbing puddle of a girl by the time they were done.

Taleen had bound her wrist in the small of her back and connected them to an adhesive belt at her belly-button level. She couldn't get her fingers to her region even though she desperately wanted to.

She was collapsed on the floor on her knees, bottom still up, cheeks still spread by the ghosts of the tension-tape. There was a small stain of pee on the floor between her thighs. She was moaning through the re-applied panty-gag.Taleen nodded.

"Okay," she announced. "Final bit of our Dressing Down is here." She went into the case and took out a hair band. It had bright pink fuzzy Donkey Ears sticking up. In judicial punishments some people were given actual punishment modifications--but Taleen couldn't order that on her own authority. Still, the punishment ears--and a thick, fuzzy collar that she put on the wretchedly sobbing girl were going to be utterly humiliating for the weeks she'd wear that and almost nothing else.

She stroked Noria's hair. "Crawl into my office, pet," she said. "I've put a pet-bed in for you to use."

The pet-bed was a circular padded thing with smart- restraints. When she got into it, rubber tongues would hold her gently in various exposed positions--on her back legs up and apart, being the most common. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it would be mortifying. It also had a hydration module that would make sure she drank lots of water. It was important to stay hydrated!

She watched Noria crawl as best she could with her hands bound behind her back. Script and well-wishing messages fairly glowed in different colors and styles from her aft. She was brightly decorated with signatures and symbols, and her cheeks still flared wide, making her anus visible even as the pouch of her sex bulged beneath.

Taleen knew the girl was deeply relieved to get out of the group's sight, even if she'd set up a "pet-cam" pointed at the bed so the team could watch her at any time.

"Okay! Good job everyone," Taleen praised. "Laska, please hang the spanking implements outside my office. There's a bar there to attach them to. Those are for your use on our pet if she needs it--and if I summon you to the office with an exclamation point before and after your name, I expect you bring one of them in with you for my use on you. We'll be setting up maintenance and, if I think you're leadership material, getting-to-know-you disciplines over the next few days. She glanced at Laska who beamed.

Taleen imagined she'd be a little less pleased over her lap, bare bottom--but every girl here knew the score. Taleen gave a little curtsey to the watching shadows outside the windows and then turned and marched back into her office. "Clean everything up Laska," she ordered, shutting the door.

The door secured, Taleen switched off the pet-cam and hastily removed her pants and the awful, slick-wet rubber panties. Still wearing her blouse and jacket, she knelt over Noria's upturned face. The girl had her eyes closed, moaning. Her legs were spread in the awful "diaper position," exposing everything.

"Make mistress cum," she said. "And mistress will give Whelp-y a little break."

She lowered her sex to the girl's mouth and Noria, moaning, got to work.

# # #

Three days later. The executive cafeteria was a wonder to Taleen. It had girls and boys from the lower echelons in pillories with various punishment options on glowing screens anyone could choose. Many of the YA executives did, visiting various miseries on those assigned. Taleen had partaken a few times.

It was a bit cruel--but the pillories were meant to be awful and she did her part. Trylon sat across from her, cutting carefully into his steak. She had salads. Girls weren't expected to go to the red meat for the most part.

"How's your pet?" He asked mildly.

"Oh! She's doing well--resting. It was a hard thing for her--"

"Intentionally," he agreed. "You did very well. I'm impressed!"

Taleen blushed and looked down at her salad.

"You set up a maintenance with your girls?" He asked, casually.

Taleen thought of Laska, squirming over her lap, legs apart so that Taleen could gently slap the girl's vagina as well as her buttocks.

"I have--it's... pretty new to me."

Trylon nodded. "I'm sure you were warned about not looking weak by asking for too much help," he noted. It was true. Her YA executive handbook had suggested that she had to be a team-player--but also know her proper place, and that if she looked weak, she'd be treated as weak... which wasn't a bad thing, it just would mean being dominated by "peers."

She nodded. "Yes--I read the section." She took a bite of her salad.

He gave a slight smile. "Well, young YA Taleen, I like what I've seen of you. I'm sure you will do quite well here. I want to give you fair warning that I find you quite cute... and smart--interesting."

Taleen felt a little chill and a heat as she looked up, taken by surprised.

"I'd like to take you under my wing and guide you--not pleasant for you--but your promotion was steep and you do have a lot to learn even if you did very well out of the gate."

She met his eyes as best she could, heat flaring on her cheeks. "What--" she cleared her throat, "what are you saying?"

He shrugged easily. "Just that I expect to have you. No offense--and no commitment from your part needed or implied. You're new at this level and vulnerable whether you know it or not. I'll be happy to work with you on giving you the training and experience you need in power-hierarchy politics and so on." He waved a hand.

"Of course that will mean, a certain amount of subjugation. I don't expect you to like it--but I assure you that you'd rather get it from me than, say, Sara4 in Nominal Logistics. She's really good at mortifying punishments--bad ones!"

He smiled briefly. She looked at him as evenly as she could manage. He was cute. He was confident. He also might be entirely right. But she couldn't bring herself to just crawl over his lap and let him do... whatever.

She met his eyes, knowing that if she lost this challenge--and she very likely could--it would be worse on her.

"Well, Trylon, I guess we'll have to see about that."

--END