By Callipygian
The sun was gleaming of the halcyon university spires; all marble and glass. Here and there delivery bots crisscrossed among students unnoticed; although a few young people did glance up at the Hyper Ship launching off to the new orbital station. Most though did not miss the attractive young woman in the middle of the concourse.
Melanie Stiles was all smiles as she stood on the street corner handing out fliers. Her warm and relentlessly charming smile expanded beyond measure whenever someone accepted one and she had handed out a lot of fliers that day.
She was a well-liked girl with infinite energy; the usual blonde, some would say, helpful, kind, hardworking and Nancy Drake absolutely hated her.
At 22 Nancy was the same age as Melanie and they had come up together from freshman right through from graduation. Melanie always got the boys; always got the prizes and her grades were always just slightly better.
Where Nancy was pretty, Melanie was stunning, and now she had the scholarship for a postgraduate course; a scholarship with corporate funding, an apartment, a car… whereas Nancy had nada. This meant a correspondence course in business economics and a dogsbody job at the university labs organising drones and synth droids.
Melanie saw her and waved and Nancy waved back with a fixed smile. Something had to be done, Nancy decided.
So it was a few nights later and a good few beers that Nancy was passing Melanie’s apartment and decided to… well decision-making was not quite a good description of the muddled actions that followed, but this is where it began.
Nancy had known Melanie for over four years now, so guessing the pass code was a joke. Access to the apartment had been too easy and only confirmed Nancy’s view that Melanie was utterly pathetic and deserved all she got.
The apartment was nice though; stylish and even cool. Nancy gritted her teeth without noticing. Taking a stroll around she took in the art, the silk drapes, fine wine and the incredible Deranté cabinets: white and clean with little draws segue into bigger ones right up to the floor to ceiling wardrobe size doors.
On impulse she opened a smaller draw near the bed and found an anal toy.
“Ha,” she squealed and almost died from grinning. “This just might be…” Nancy quickly scanned through the other draws and found dildos, vibrators and a small control unit that was clearly for something fun… So inspired Nancy turned burglar and quickly searched most of the other draws and compartments right up to the luxury wardrobe.
The last door, which was almost three meters to the ceiling, was a shock. Nancy jumped back in a panic. She was startled enough to stand panting for several seconds before she realised that the body in the wardrobe was in fact a Tetra 6000 Hyper-Luxury Android. A step right into her world, a Thal6 as it was generally called.
The two meter ‘man’ was life-like to the extent that in a gloomy room at a party one could not tell. They were incredible and could do absolutely anything.
“Sex toys are us,” Nancy could see it now, “You dirty, dirty cow.” The grin now painted on Nancy’s face could not have been removed with a crowbar.
Then she remembered the control unit in the first draw and her grin turned positively evil.
“Now we’re cooking on gas,” she said as she gathered the unit. She did this every single day of the week.
The activation button brought up a hollo-screen seemingly floating in mid-air. It took a moment for Nancy to read that it was still on factory settings. “Well whatever she wants this for she hasn’t used it yet,” Nancy muttered to herself, her tongue hanging out with concentration as she pondered the menus.
“Well if she wants a sex toy, well let’s nix that…” Nancy grinned and shut down the libido protocols, or at least sent them to sleep… these things were complicated, “Hey,” she grinned and added a range of sexual deviant circuits that could not be fulfilled just to confuse things and then she had an absolute brainwave and activated both the juvenile and penal supervision setting, “That should fix her…” She pushed activate and the man blinked twice as his face seem to come alive.
“State intent,” the man said in a smooth masculine voice.
“You are assigned to Melanie Stiles… adhere to new settings… no override without Primary authorisation,” she said, it was as reckless as the safeties would allow.
“This Tetra 9000 Hyper-Adaptive Android model requires facial, retinal and DNA coded authorisation,” the man said.
“Wow, a 9000 Hyper-Adaptive… a new job… I have heard of these but…” Nancy suddenly felt a little nauseous, the alcohol was getting to her and she was feeling woozy. Also this damn thing wanted proof of who had activated… that would be a dumb…” she vomited, all down the man’s legs and all over the floor. “Oh God,” she groaned.
“Authorisation accepted,” the Thal9 said.
“Wait,” Nancy gasped, wiping her mouth.
“An override is not permitted Melanie,” the Thal9 said.
Nancy thought she was ready to pass out, “No I’m Nancy Drake… you are assigned to Melanie Stiles…”
“I am assigned to you Melanie, yes, but I can call you Nancy if you prefer Nancy,” Thal9 said.
“N-no, you don’t understand… it was a dumb joke…” she threw up again and just wanted to lie down.
***
When Nancy woke in the morning she had a very strange sense that she had forgotten something. She blinked twice and then worked the sandpaper out of her mouth. Sitting up she had an overwhelming sense that she was in the wrong apartment. With a panicked look she swept the room for a man, wondering if she had got lucky. It was only then that she simultaneously realised that she was home, a hyper clean and tidy version of it, but home: and also that she was not alone.
“Who are you?” Nancy pulled the bedclothes up to cover her chest.
“I currently answer to Thal9,” the man said, “But we can talk about that if you like. How is your head?”
Nancy picked up a pillow and pressed it to her face as she lay back down. “Shit, that stupid bloody prank,” she groaned. Then rolling over to face Thal9, she tried to focus. “You belong to Melanie, I activated you… but you can’t stay here… you must be… shit you cost more than I earn in a year. You’ll get me arrested.”
“My retail value is unlisted, I am a prototype. A currently available model retails at 125 thousand credits… a random estimate of my development value will be 50 or 60 times that amount. I am a favour for Melanie Stiles. Oh my apologies to stick to your question, I am probably worth 150 to 160 times your annual salary, but that is only notional. Once the Thal9 goes into limited production…”
“Oh my God, don’t you see, you don’t belong to me… I accidentally stole you… please go home,” Nancy pleaded.
“Thank you, I am home, there is no issue here,” he sounded both very certain and very reassuring, “Besides I have a very important task to do.”
Nancy sniffed; she always developed mild cold symptoms with a hangover. A shower, clean teeth and a coffee would sort her right out, “Look, give me a minute,” she had to deactivate this clown and then call Melanie to explain.
“I will give you 11 minutes and I will make coffee while you shower,” Thal9 said, “I have had to bring you home drunk and then clean and reorganise this apartment while you slept. This is not acceptable young lady.”
“Wh-what?” Nancy sniffed and stepped naked into the shower, deciding to let the man ramble.
Nine minutes later Nancy reappeared dressed in just a loose cotton shirt that fell to mid-thigh. The coffee was great. “Can I try again?” she said, “You, you have to go back to Melanie. You don’t belong to me… shit, where’s that controller?”
“The controller is back in the draw where you found me, but it is useless now… you overrode factory settings and now need a Primary Code,” he said, “But it is really unimportant, I am where I was intended to be and I have something important to do… your 11 minutes is up by the way.”
“Important…?” Nancy yawned.
“Yes, you need a long hard bare bottom spanking for your quite outrageous behaviour,” Thal9 said
Nancy almost spat out her coffee and laughed, “What?” a surge of embarrassment threw her but she put the coffee down and went to the rear of the Thal9. He was tall and well proportioned; slightly rugged, rather than pristine… a pen or screwdriver applied to a point on his back would… hell he doesn’t have one, she gulped.
Thal9 appeared to sigh and then turning on her, he picked her up and carried her under one arm to the settee where he sat to place Nancy across his very firm lap.
“Jesus no… no look, that was… it was a prank yeah, you don’t have to…” Nancy began to panic as Thal9 slid her skirt up into the small of her back to reveal her small neat bare bottom.
“As a general rule I do not intend to discuss my internal workings and motives with you, but it seems that my prime protocols have been muddled by some curious cross setting. There are penal protocols conflicting with juvenile correction protocols and a whole mess of conflicting sexual deviance in a shell that does not currently support sexual protocols… I have distilled and prioritised these with additional input and resolved to do the best I can,” Thal9 said.
“I can explain,” Nancy tried to sound like an adult and very reasonable. It was quite a challenge given her current position and the fact that her bottom was very bare in front of what to all intents and purposes was a man.
“No, I don’t think so,” Thal9 said with a sigh and spanked her once, very hard.
Nancy gasped and immediately began blowing as she rode an unbelievable sting in her tail.
“I can spank you with maximum efficiency and to the point of punitive crisis, all without harming you,” Thal9 said and spanked her again, “Or to cut the tech speak, I can give you a very, very long hard spanking, which you very much deserve.” The next spank was followed by another and another.
Nancy wasn’t counting, she was now howling as she wailed as she tried to comprehend the sharpest sustained pain she had ever experienced.
“Jesus, stop it, ow, ow, owww, no,” and other protests escaped Nancy for about 15 minutes as she slowly descended into a sobbing mess.
Finally Thal9 stopped the spanking and set the crying Nancy on her feet. Her bottom was on fire and she couldn’t stand still. Hands found her behind and massaged it vigorously while she panted hard and tried to pull herself together.
“What was that?” Nancy demanded; her breathing still audible.
“It was what you required, needed and I suspect wanted on some level,” Thal9 said, “In any case that is immaterial, it is what I decided to do in response to your recent behaviour. Now you must go and stand in the corner…” he scanned the room, “although I do not see one that is suitable… you can face that wall.” He pointed to a space between the vid screen and her sofa in her small sitting room.
“No, I am not doing that,” Nancy backed away, “You can’t do this, you just need to leave. I order you to go back to your rightful owner.” She stamped her foot like a petulant child.
“I have ordered you to go and face that wall,” Thal9 said patiently, “I will count to three.”
Nancy looked around for she did not know what, some clothes at the very least. Thal9 did not wait. He crossed the room in one step and seized her to return her to his lap.
“No,” Nancy cried, “N-n-n-n-nooo.”
She was upended and her bottom bared as the spanking resumed. Rapid and relentless spanks cracked down on her already vividly red bottom and she began kick and scream. It hurt, really hurt, and she was crying out loud again. It was only then that she realised that the curtains were open; open to a balcony that was used by at least three other tenants coming and going to her front door. Anyone passing could glance in and… now and before. The idea her was wild and surged through even the pain for a moment.
“Please stop, please they can see… please.” It was futile, Thal9 spanked her for a good five or 10 minutes; it was hard to tell. By then she was another sobbing mess.
“Now,” he said at last, “Are you ready to go to face the wall?”
Nancy sniffed and nodded vigorously, “Yes,” she squeaked. By now her bottom was hot and tight to bursting and she could feel every spank.
Thal9 let her up and she danced with hands clamped to her bum.
“Do I need to count to three again?” the man said.
Nancy moved to the wall still massaging her bottom.
“Keep your face pressed to the paintwork and your hands upon your head,” he said.
Nancy obeyed. The action served to raise the hem of her short shirt off her polished red and very sore bottom. It was only then that she remembered the window with the open curtains.
“Please, please the window… the curtains, close them please,” she begged.
“No. Shame is an important part of your punishment,” he told her.
Nancy gritted her teeth and glowered into the wall. Her bottom hurt on the edge of endurance and her embarrassment was off the scale. The neighbours must have heard if they were in. She tried to remember how many doors down to the end and how many potential tenants could pass by her window. Thankfully it was not a thoroughfare and closed at one end.
Over several minutes the pain eased slightly but the humiliation only increased. Nancy frantically tried to look sideways for any passing neighbour. Then there was one. Her heart leapt. Did he take a look sideways? He passed quickly, she couldn’t tell. Her heart raced for several minutes.
“You can stay there for an hour; 30 minutes as I had originally intended and another 30 for refusing to cooperate,” Thal9 said.
“Please, this is so stupid,” she wailed. Her arms were beginning to ache and her bottom was so sore; she had never felt so miserable.
“Please indicate that you have understood,” he said sharply.
“I understand, one hour,” she replied sullenly.
“I will tell you when you can get dressed,” Thal9 told her.
Nancy felt a fool facing the wall; worse the open window was visible with a mere glance left there was a clear view of the outside and the shared balcony. She could even see the apartments across the quad, and anyone there with a keen eye and perhaps a modest zoom lens could see in. Just then Clark, the boy who lived two doors down walked briskly by the window heading for the staircase; Nancy’s heart surged in her chest and although the young man did not pause of even glance, that she could see her. Her heart raced for several minutes before settling down.
Meanwhile Thal9 had stopped watching her and had gone into her bedroom. He was searching it or cleaning, she had no idea. She looked around at the door. It was just there. If she could escape she could call Melanie and explain; maybe get her to call the tech handlers or anything. Embarrassing, for sure, but she was serving a timeout in view of the neighbours, it could not get worse.
It was a small problem, but she was only wearing a thigh-length shirt, which currently had slipped 15 centimetres off her bare bottom on account of her arms being raised. Maybe if she tugged it down? She could get to Jane’s across the quad and hide out there?
Nancy stole a look around and then took her chance.
Never had her front door seemed so complicated. The old-fashioned latch seem to jam and in her haste she turned the handle, a handle she had used every day, the wrong way and it was loud. Then the door was open.
Nancy ran for the stairs. The level down was a thoroughfare that ran around the building; she could swerve that way instead of across in the open. She was panting, the cold hard concrete floor slapping her feet. She ran, a vision of bare legs, digging deep for energy reserves her young body delivered up. Her bottom flared and she wondered if she was flashing it, but she didn’t care, not then.
Thal9 stepped neatly and almost nonchalantly out in front of her. Nancy skidded to a stop and turned as she scrambled away. He caught her with ease.
“No,” she gasped, now struggling in a futile attempt to escape.
“You naughty girl,” Thal9 actually sighed; a heartfelt heavy sound dripping with disappointment.
“Please, just go back to Melanie,” she begged as he picked her up and carried her under one arm back towards the stairwell.
“Melanie does not require me,” he said simply, “Or I suspect the protocols you enacted seemingly on her behalf. I have been processing, it is clear to me now.”
“Look I’m sorry, please,” Nancy spluttered, she was acutely aware she was mere baggage at the that moment; baggage with no knickers on and everything on show, “It was just a joke, I was drunk, I was…”
“Sorry is good, it will be interesting to compare your regrets now with those you feel when I have finished dealing with you,” Thal9 told her.
“Please just call Melanie, I can explain,” Nancy cried.
“I have a core directive called a Justice Protocol, but I also have a core directive to put your interests first, an interesting quandary, but I currently have a solution. What you did was illegal, breaking and entry for one thing, tampering with Corporation property, theft… not to mention attempts to engage in offences against the person,” Thal9 explained.
“You get it, you understand, you know what I did and… you can’t just pretend… you can’t do this… you can’t…”
Thal9 sat on the third stair of the main staircase and draped Nancy across his lap. “I am an emergent sentient being, fully a man,” he said, “With strong guard rails to be sure, but I am free to interpret. Looking at all the outcomes and possible risks to you I have decided that this is the best justice.”
“N-no. no, not again,” Nancy gulped.
The spanked was intense. The man’s arm rose and fell without pity, his hard unrelenting hand burning her bare bottom and driving all other thoughts from her. It didn’t even register just then that she was getting a bare bottom spanking in full view of the block. In fact several people passed by no doubt late for work. Some laughed, others just puzzled or irritated about this crazy street theatre half blocking the stairs.
“Are you learning a lesson Nancy?” Thal9 asked, his arm not slowing the spanking not relenting.
Nancy bawled a strangled ‘yes,’ but other coherent speech was stolen from her just then. Her bottom was on fire, it was a sting of sore over a hard tight ache. All communication was visceral now: yelling via mouth, streaming tears via eyes, her nose running and more intimate tears that moderately confused Thal9.
He calculated that her reaction was 71 percent physical stress, 11 percent embarrassment and eight percent sexual arousal. It was an acceptable ration he decided.
“You need recovery time before I spank you further, now go and stand in the corner,” he said and set her on her feet.
Nancy stooped over bawling with both hands massaging her rear. Her face was dripping with woe and she regarded the man with confusion.
“The corner, where two walls meet, we have that luxury now,” he said, “You can stand there for 30 minutes where everyone can see you.”
“You’re kidding,” Nancy drew the back of her hand over her nose to wipe away some snot and sniffed. She was trying to pull herself together again, but her bottom was seething mass of fire and her breathing was still ragged.
“I will count to three,” Thal9 said.
Nancy struggled with fight or flight for a moment and then scrambled to the corner. When he told her to put her hands on her head, an action that would raise the hem of her shirt in back and expose her very well spanked and exquisitely red bare bottom, she looked back at him in confused horror and pleading.
“Do I need to count to three?” he said, “And keep your nose to the wall.”
What followed was the longest 30 minutes of her life. No one stopped to assist, some laughed, one asked if she was alright, but Thal9 told them “she had been a bad girl,” an assertion that had been accepted at face value. After all Nancy hadn’t ask for help and did not seem to be physically restrained.
Thal9 appraised his charge; she was coping, and from her body language he deduced a deep meditative contrition was under way, in her subconscious at least. He calculated that her reaction was 11 percent physical stress, 78 percent embarrassment and 11 percent sexual arousal. It was interesting that Nancy’s sexual arousal was slowly increasing with time. It did not escape his calculation that her reaction was heightened and for intense. She was processing all of this at at least five or six times her usual psychological level. Even in recover her physical discomfort would be at a level she was not used to and her arousal only relatively modest.
For Nancy it was an ordeal. Her bottom hurt and would do for days. She also knew now that categorically one could not die of shame; she had never, ever been so embarrassed. The arousal crept up on her slowly and she cursed puss for being a treacherous bitch. She had never been so horny in her life. She focussed on the pain juxtaposition to that until they merged somewhat; a distraction from being so very, very embarrassed.
“You have an hour in timeout to restart back in your apartment, are you ready?” Thal9 said.
“Yes Sir,” she gasped, almost relieved.
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