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If I had guessed correctly, this caning for Candy, which I had engineered to get her to analyze her reactions and confess that she had been compromised by some corporate espionage hack, wouldn’t work. I had thought that putting her in her place this way might perturb her systems sufficiently that she would go into the debug mode I felt sure Renee had heard. Whoever had hacked Candy hadn’t been able—or maybe knowledgeable enough—to cover their tracks completely in that mode, though they had ensured that it got erased from Candy’s data log.
I had assumed that the debug mode had kicked in because of a conflict between her obedience to me and her unfinished processing of feelings for Renee. When she had inserted the punishment butt plug in her new bed sister’s bottom, Candy had, I thought, had a momentary glitch at Renee’s cries of discomfort, and that glitch had caused her to say out loud the hexadecimal she was supposed to keep inside her artificial brain.
I had hoped to cause a similar glitch by creating an even deeper conflict: pleasure with Renee and pain for Candy, I had thought, might do it.
But if Candy’s actual malfunction came from her sensing Renee’s love for me and my love for her, that wouldn’t do it. It meant that whoever had hacked her brain had somehow—almost certainly without intending it—awakened her to a new level of consciousness.
Candy had turned her own jealousy back up—that was the clue. She needed it to cope with the flood of unexpected and unwelcome learning brought on in her by Renee’s growing feelings for me, and my growing feelings for her.
A regular human girl would have put it something like,How can I not be jealous of that?
If I turned Candy’s jealousy down again, I risked the hacker sensing the change. I needed to bring about the glitch in a more subtle way.
“Candy,” I said, “I don’t think I’m getting through to you. I’m going to have Renee cane you instead.”
* * *
Renee
I couldn’t understand what Master Hendryk meant. Even as he pulled his hardness from my mouth and bent down to put his hand under my arm so that he could raise me to my feet, I simply had no idea what he intended. The words didn’t even make sense to me—as if he had used a noun as a verb or an adjective as a preposition.
I’m going to have Renee cane you instead.
Renee cane you.
That didn’t carry any meaning, did it? My mind somehow traveled back to Language Arts class—I had actually been a very good student, especially in that course. I could remember all the parts of speech and how they were used—I thought I could even diagram a sentence if Master Hendryk were to ask me to do it for some reason. How couldReneeserve as the subject for the verbcane?
“Wh—” My mouth formed thewhand my voice hummed out its… what was that word?
Phoneme…that was it.Whrepresented a phoneme—the smallest unit of spoken language. I had just made the phonemewh, as my master had lifted me up into a standing position with his left hand, and his right had reached the horrible cane out to me as if to try to convince me that I could take it and… and…
Some of the girls at the Institute belonged to a training group for switches—submissives who also had the deep need to dominate from time to time. That apparently meant both disciplining another girl at the command of their masters or even taking on the dominant role and allowing their masters to enjoy submission as I knew some otherwise authoritative men liked.
I had found the idea hard even to understand, just as I couldn’t seem to get my head around what Master Hendryk had said, or what the thing in his hand meant. My whole body had started to tremble. My head began to move of its own accord, my chin going back and forth in anothat seemed to come from so far down in my body, in my heart, that it didn’t even form the word in my mind but just made that physical refusal.
My confusion and resistance, I suddenly realized, had kept me from paying attention to Candy’s response to Master Hendryk’s words. At the same time he had brought me to my feet, she had begun to rise from her position over the whipping chair. She had also started to whisper, “No… no… no…”
“Candy,” Master Hendryk growled, his eyes going to her as she moved her hands to the seat of the chair to raise her upper body from it. “Down.”
I gasped. My face creased into a deep pout as a helpless surge of need shot through me, making my hips give a mortifying little thrust as I felt arousal pool inside my pussy so quickly it almost felt like a gush of shameful desire. My master had spoken to this artificial girl—currently acting so very human—as if he were disciplining a pet… punishing a puppy for a mess she had made.
He let go of my arm so he could put his big, golden-furred hand on her back and enforce his command with the strength of his arm. He turned and raised the cane. Even before he had pushed Candy fully back into position over the whipping chair, he started caning her again, not in the measured way he seemed usually to employ when he whipped a girl, but rapidly, over and over, raising a welt with every cut.
Candy shrieked in pain. I cried out in sympathy, standing only inches away with my eyes fixed on my bed sister’s poor punished bottom. Theswish-thackseemed almost continuous, and the writhing and clenching of Candy’s red-striped little backside, her desperate search for some way to soften the agony, made me bite my lip and whimper at the surges of shameful, wanton need that jolted my pussy seemingly with each cruel stroke.
Then I heard Candy say something that would have seemed strange if I hadn’t heard her say it before. Master Hendryk must have heard it too, for he stopped caning her. I looked at him, and found him looking back at me. He gave the half wink again, and with a rush of excitement and relief I understood.
Candy had said, in the sobbing voice her body clearly forced on her with the extremity of the pain from Master Hendryk’s wicked rattan, “Transmitting.” Now, with her voice growing calmer with each word, she uttered another string of numbers and letters. “Five gee seven five two ay bee six…”
She went on for a few more seconds with apparently random numbers and letters, but my mind had traveled elsewhere. The first time she had done thetransmittingthing, it had happened right after she had said,You were mean to me. She had said it in a harsh, vindictive way… the way a girl might speak when another girl had tried to take away her boyfriend.
Or her master.
Candy was jealous:reallyjealous—so much so, and with such reality, that it could break her brain. Maybe that was thanks to someone hacking her systems—the thing Master Hendryk had to get to the bottom of. That part didn’t matter to me, but the idea that the artificial girl had developed real feelings, the same kind of feelings I might have about the gorgeous, dominant billionaire who had unexpectedly fallen for me and I for him… it made my forehead crease in sudden sympathy.
So much changed in my mind, with a suddenness that made me a little dizzy. My realization of Candy’s jealousy, of the real, human emotional pain it clearly caused her, confronted me first of all with the idea that I had won, in the unavoidable contest between us over our master’s heart. Triumph and happiness surged within me, but at the same time I felt terribly sad for Candy.
She was still speaking in her strange code. Master Hendryk spoke sharply.
