"Miss Beckett?" Sam's calm, even voice said, pulling Adeline from her pleasant dreams.
"Go away," she mumbled, burying her face in the pillow.
"Miss Beckett, please wake up."
Adeline shook her head to clear the fogginess of sleep, before glaring up at the robot standing at her bedside. "What?" she snapped.
"Miss Beckett, you asked me to wake you up at 8 AM sharp today, as you wanted to start your workday early." Sam looked down at her, his face impassive as usual. He looked almost human, but there was something about the artificial eyes that meant none of the robots would ever be mistaken for living beings.
Adeline grumbled to herself, continuing to glare at the robot who had woken her so early, even though deep down she knew she should blame herself. Sam, however, seemed entirely unfazed by her efforts to intimidate him.
"You will find a cup of coffee on your bedside table, and I will have breakfast ready when you are out of the shower. Will there be anything else?"
"…No," she eventually replied. Sam bowed and left.
Humanoid robot assistants had become quite the rage these last few years, and most of Adeline's coworkers had bought one. She'd noticed that her male colleagues tended to select robots that looked and sounded like young, attractive women with large chests and bubble butts, which made her roll her eyes. Was that all men thought about? Of course, Adeline had settled on a tall, handsome man with a chiselled jaw, deep blue eyes, and a sixpack, but that was of course entirely different and much more excusable, according to her.
As she stepped out of the shower, towelling herself off, she found that Sam had laid out clothes for her – a few different options, all of which suited her. She settled on the pink shirt and the dark skirt. She was still brushing her hair when she entered the kitchen, where Sam had just finished her toast and eggs.
As she ate, Sam sat down next to her in case she needed anything else. Obviously, the robot did not need to eat, but she preferred him to be at the table with her rather than standing over her shoulder like a servant. It made the whole thing less weird.
"You know, I shouldn't have snapped at you this morning. You were only doing what I had asked you to do."
"That is fine," Sam said calmly. "I do not have feelings you can hurt."
"No, it's not fine," Adeline insisted. "It was rude of me to speak to you like that. I was very naughty." She pouted, trying to assume her most remorseful expression. "Can you think of any way to punish me for my bad behaviour?"
According to the manual, robot assistants should only be used for household chores and similar tasks, but it was common knowledge that you could train their AI do to just about anything, as long as you had the patience for it. With a handsome man in the house, Adeline had wondered if it was possible to teach him to be dominant – to take charge, to tell her what to do, to correct her when she erred. It was proving to be harder than she'd hoped, but she was getting closer with every passing week.
Sam paused, his artificial mind trying to predict her needs. "Perhaps I should take you over my knee and spank you once you have finished your breakfast," he decided.
She nodded. "That sounds like a good idea, Sam." It would be far from the first time he spanked her, and he was getting better at it. And it was always more enjoyable to her when it seemed like it was his idea, rather than her having to specifically ask for it.
As she finished the last bite of the toast, she pressed her skirt-clad rear down into the wooden chair, imagining the smacks that would soon rain down upon her bottom. Hopefully, the next time she found herself in this chair, she would be sitting a lot more gingerly.
Sam picked up the empty plate and glass and rinsed them in the sink, before placing them in the dishwasher. He then walked over to her and grabbed her wrist. She made no attempt to resist as he dragged her to her feet, sat down in the vacant chair, and pulled her over his lap.
She bit her lip in anticipation as she found herself bent over his knee, her bottom raised and presented for his attention. He grabbed the hem of her dark skirt, raising it to reveal her bare, pale cheeks.
"Oops," she said, putting her hand in front of her mouth with an exaggerated shocked expression. "I guess I forgot to put on panties after my shower!" She wriggled her bottom in what she hoped was an enticing manner – though it was obviously entirely lost on the robot. Still, it made her feel sexy.
"That is not a problem," the robot's tranquil voice responded. "I will just spank your bare bottom." She would have preferred him to say something like 'You brat! I will spank you extra hard for that,' but hopefully, that would come with time. At least he'd stopped offering to fetch a clean pair for her.
His hand gently rubbed in circles on her white backside. "You have been a naughty girl, and you deserve a good spanking," he intoned.
She shivered in pleasant anticipation. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Not yet, but you will be soon, I assure you," he said ominously, to her great delight.