“Oh,” she said with a grimace. “I didn’t know.”
“No, but you do now,” said Jago.
“Are there cameras too?”
“No. Images aren’t reliable.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Data can be monitored automatically. The sensors work well. Very well, as you found out.”
Kriss’s balls weighed heavy in his pants, like two iron stones. Even his cock twitched in anticipation. “Let me punish her, Jago,” he growled softly. “You know she needs to be spanked.”
His nestor walked over to the girl, who swayed like the breeze had caught hold of her. Her flushed cheeks were now paler. Jago circled her, judging her mettle in the way he inspected his troops at roll call. He would know what was best; Kriss trusted his judgement.
“Yes. Spank her,” he said finally. “I suggest her ass, rather than her breasts. With your hand, not the zapper.”
“Zapper?” she exclaimed, her paleness accentuated.
Kriss loved the zapper. He had used it on droids programmed to respond to discipline pleasure—a unique activity that ensured his craving was satisfied. Jago preferred to watch. Sometimes Kriss required their droid to be highly submissive and able to take a lengthy spanking, then on other times, he added a subroutine from a central coding library that required her to resist in little ways—kicking or flailing around. As for the flesh, the artificial skin marked easily, but also healed quickly when the droid was put back into standby mode. A real human with organic flesh might take much longer. He would have to be careful. If they damaged her, and the administrator who worked for the judge found out, Shayla would be removed and he and Jago would be exiled to some horrific enclave where the Violence was worse.
There were eyes everywhere in the form of sensors and data collectors. Random checks were common and they often confiscated log files, checking that they satisfied the Hunger and produced seed for the queen. Failing to produce the quota was a punishable offense, as was sleeping too much or not exercising. The sensors recorded everything.
“You’re going to punish me?” she stuttered.
Kriss strolled across the room, feeling the surge in his groin, an energy that strengthened his muscles and flooded his cock with hardening fluid.
Jago intercepted him, halting him halfway across the room. He whispered into Kriss’s ear. “Cool it, brother. She is not a thing, remember? What if she can’t take it? What if she breaks? We can’t repair her like a droid. And, this is about correcting her behavior, not fulfilling your needs. Your zeal for discipline does not mean you can act without impunity.”
Jago was right, of course. He steadied himself, nodding. “Yes, forgive me. I see only what I yearn for.”
“Then control it,” Jago said firmly. “Control it, and she will gift you with her own desires. I’m sure if you do this right, she will bend to you. But, until you see her response, you won’t know what she can do.”
Kriss folded his arms across his chest, stood with his legs astride, and stuck out his chin. “Shayla. Do not fear me,” he said without raising his voice.
Shayla’s eyes filled with liquid.
Kriss leaned toward Jago. “What am I doing wrong, now?”
“Your body language is not compatible to your words,” Jago replied. “Either you want her to fear you, or you don’t, make up your mind.”
Kriss lowered his voice. “If she fears me, will she like it, do you think?”
Jago shrugged. “I don’t think so. Those are tears in her eyes.”
“She cried before because it was intense, so she said.”
“Intense pleasure. Crying in fear is not the same.” Jago scratched his chin. “She should respect us, that is crucial, but I believe her respect will be more enduring if we apply ourselves as if she was a new recruit. Strict, fair, and patient. Imagine, she is like a pup, fresh out of the incubator, keen but ill-disciplined in his fighting. We teach him to behave with rewards and punishments. I think the same will work for her.”
“So, after I spank her, I should reward her for her endurance?” Kriss’s eyebrows furrowed into thin lines. He glanced over Jago’s shoulder to where Shayla stood, her lower lip trembling. Yes, there was fear, he could see that. But, he also spied the sheen at the top of her legs.
“An orgasm?”
“Perhaps forced, in such a way that she comes when her ass is spanked.”
“Ha, that I believe would educate her too. Orgasms on demand, and not when she’s alone.”
“Absolutely,” Jago nodded. “I shall observe and if necessary, advise you, but knowing you, brother, you will not need much guidance.”