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Then I cried out into Candy’s private parts, my back arching hard, because Master Hendryk’s hand had come back with another caress, this one much softer.
“You may both come,” he told us, and then he made it happen.
CHAPTER13
Hendryk
Renee’s reluctance had begun to have an unexpected effect on me. The way her body responded to my touch, with a kind of shuddering, ineffectual rebellion that ended in helpless acquiescence didn’t just make my already hard cock jump with dominant arousal. It stirred my heart in a way I almost hadn’t thought possible since I had started out on my career as—at least in a certain sense—a professional dominant.
I thrust my middle fingers inside the hot, slick sheath of her vagina and I held her beautifully marked bottom in my palm. I knew for a fact that the training group from which she had come at the Institute didn’t use pussy spanking as a teaching method. For most of Renee’s groupmates, I understood from what her dossier had imparted, that was because their basically angelic nature wouldn’t be well served by such a harsh punishment.
Some of them would almost certainly advance to that level of submission in the future—indeed the Institute’s assessors could predict the percentage within a point or two. To take them there too quickly would only scare them back into repression, though. So, like the training groups that for instance specialized in anal discipline to prepare concubines for dominants whose principal interests lay in that dark region, Master G’s training group specialized for the most part in angels available for purchase to men and women whose Lourcy scores fell in the five-to-seven range on the dominance scale.
Renee, however, had gone to Master G’s group for a different reason: her special, relatively rare constellation of submissive sexual traits meant that in her assessor’s judgment she should receive that relatively mild level of concubine training, but with the intention that her owner take her past the resistance she felt to his much more intense demands.
Dominants at eight and above on the Lourcy scale, Renee’s dossier had read,will have the necessary instincts to treat Renee with the firmness—even the harshness—she needs if she is to reach her potential both as a concubine and as an empowered, mature submissive. She will find herself—very much to her surprise—resisting her owner’s authority in a manner for which she will feel the Institute did not prepare her. Her owner’s instincts with regard to such extreme measures as vulval discipline and labial closure will serve as the best guide to her further training, under the monitoring protocols necessary in her case.
My eyes had fixed themselves downward, on the gorgeous sight of Renee’s sweet, punished bottom gripped firmly in my hand, my ears full of the sweet moans she had begun to emit into Candy’s spread backside. I glanced at Candy’s upside-down face, almost as red as her spanked bottom with the blood that had flowed there from her bent, penitent posture.
My artificial girl… my monitor in how I trained Renee, though Candy herself didn’t, as far as I knew, have the slightest awareness of that function. The Institute used her eyes and ears, and some more advanced sensors whose existence I knew about from corporate memos—though even at my pay grade I didn’t have access to their specs or even their general description.
A little to my surprise, I realized that it helped to know that the Institute, and by extension Selecta Corporation, my own uber-bosses could backstop me if necessary. More than anything else, that told me that I had started to fall for Renee—the sudden realization that I cared very much indeed about whether the hard spank I had given her pussy had helped her along in her journey into full submission. If I had to discipline her even more harshly at some point—and my instincts told me I would, and probably very soon—I would be glad to know experts were looking out for my very expensive favorite toy.
I certainly didn’t need Selecta’s help at the moment, though; Renee and Candy had already started to come, both of them very hard indeed.
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Renee
Master Hendryk’s fingers kept moving forcefully inside me as the first spasms of my orgasm took hold. I sobbed into Candy’s hot bottom, tasted her hot pussy. My nose pressed up against the tight ring of her anus, and the shame of this utterly servile position, this utterly obscene act of forbidden pleasure sent a terrible shudder through my hips. I had to arch my back harder in my need to get more of my master’s fingers inside me and to feel his hand possessing me in that arrogant way more intensely.
He spanked my pussy.Master G had never done that. I had seen it once, when Kelsey, one of the brats, had talked back to her training master in feminine pleasure class. She had had to lie on her back on a punishment horse, while another girl from her training group held her knees wide open. Then Master F had brought his huge hand down right on her bare, spread pussy three times. Kelsey had always struck me as a very hard case—one so hard I didn’t really understand even why a dominant man would want to own her when he could own an angel like me instead. She only ever grunted when she got the cane. Three hard spanks to her open pussy, though, had made her scream and wail like a little girl.
I had watched her whole vulva turn pink and then red, and I had bitten my lip hard to keep from whimpering in sympathy. Tears had pricked in the corners of my eyes and I had understood, I thought, why trainers used pussy spanking to correct the worst misconduct.
It didn’t only have to do with the terrible pain, I had thought I saw. Most of the punishment came from the even worse shame of having your pussy punished. To have the man who had complete authority over you visit that good-feeling but also fundamentally embarrassing place not with the pleasure he could give you if you behaved… not with his soothing, dominant hardness… but with the firm hand that kept you in line… it brought me close to tears even thinking about it—even when in my bed that night I couldn’tstopthinking about it. With terrible guilt, in fact, I had come while touching my own un-spanked pussy, with the image of Kelsey getting her just reward for talking back… of her opened wide, of her knees held back, of Master F’s hand coming down with a wet smack that had echoed off the classroom walls… of Kelsey screaming and screaming and the hand coming down twice more.
And now Master Hendryk had spanked me that way, just once but so hard that even as I came on his thrusting fingers I could still feel the soreness in my labia. It made me cry out all the louder into my bed sister’s pussy as I licked, desperate to make her feel the same terrible pleasure our owner forced on me.
His big hand held me there, so firmly that sharp pain from the cane’s welts traveled like tormenting electric shocks through the muscles of my backside, my bottom and my thighs and then my core. My nipples tingled. Without thinking about it, I reached my right hand up and started playing with my left breast, trying to make the climax fill that part of me, too, trying to make it go on and become another one, the way Master G had taught me I could.
“Did I tell you to touch your breasts, slut?” Master Hendryk asked harshly.
He took away his probing right hand. I cried out in fear. The hand came down, or it seemed ratherupand into my pussy again. I screamed into Candy’s pussy. I heard her cry out and wondered if she could feel sympathy for the agony Master Hendryk had just bestowed. I ripped my hand away from my chest and put it at my side.
“Candy gets another orgasm,” our owner said. “Renee gets a spanking.”
“Oh, no,” I sobbed. I started to pull my face away from the artificial girl’s backside, intending to plead with Master Hendryk not to spank me. His right hand pressed on the back of my head, forcing my mouth back to its shameful duty. Then, in what felt like a microsecond, that hand rose and came down, not only on my pussy thank God but equally on my bottom.
I cried out, but the pain didn’t take over; Master Hendryk seemed able to judge his sexual discipline with great precision. I still had enough presence of mind to keep pleasuring Candy, my tongue lapping desperately at her clit.
Another spank came down. My back arched as I whimpered and kept licking. Candy moaned, her knees bouncing and her hips thrusting. I thought I could tell that she meant to try to make her climax come on as quickly as possible, and to my surprise my heart filled with something like affection—the first time, I realized, that I had responded to her entirely the way I would have responded to a real girl.
“Now,” Master Hendryk said, as he spanked me again, “let me see if I can explain to you, Renee, what it’s going to mean for you to have an AI bed sister… beyond, obviously, having to pleasure her when I tell you to.”
His hand rose and fell. My whole body bucked at the sharp stab of pain, and the way it instantly spread through my hips with a dull heat that shaded achingly from pain to need—the desperate longing for the further release my master had denied me.
The hand returned, neither to spank me nor to satisfy me: Master Hendryk merely rested it there, holding my pussy and my bottom possessively but very lightly, as if he intended me to understand that those parts of me belonged to him absolutely despite his choice not to do anything with them just at the moment. I sobbed my acknowledgment of his arrogance and his dominance into the warm, rosy, muskily fragrant, shamefully forbidden world of Candy’s shuddering backside. Sobbing over and over, I kept licking, tasting the tang of the other girl’s feminine need, trying to make her come.
