Standing in the library (M/F story)

As Abigail gazed in wonder at the gigantic library, she had to pinch herself once again to prove to herself that she wasn't dreaming. It was all real!

Abigail had been dating Wesley for a little over a year, and today was the day she'd been introduced to his parents. She had known for some time that they had quite a lot of money, but she hadn't realized just how rich they were until Wesley's old BMW pulled up in front of the mansion. The building was enormous! And not some decrepit old ruin – it was well-maintained, richly decorated, with a lovely garden. She'd shivered in her cheap charity shop dress, wondering how exactly they'd receive her. Would they think their son was wasting his time dating someone like her?

To her immense relief, his parents had been extremely nice. They'd received her with friendly smiles and made her feel welcome. His mother had complimented her on her hair and nails, and then listened intently as Abigail talked about life at the college, and when she mentioned that she was an avid reader, his father had told her that she was free to borrow some books from their library if she wanted. As many as she wished, in fact.

Wesley and his father were chatting in the lounge over a cup of tea while Abigail went to explore the library. Her eyes widened as she entered the room. It was massive! Shelves upon shelves of books, and several of them were centuries old. She found old classics, personal favourites, rarities, and books she'd never even heard of!

She'd already picked out quite a large stack of novels she intended to take home, when she spotted a copy of "Through the Looking-Glass" high up on a shelf. She stared. It looked so old – it couldn't be an original print, could it? She looked around for the ladder, but couldn't see it. In a room this big, it was easy to get lost. Searching for another solution, she spotted an armless wooden chair, which she immediately placed under the book. However, even standing on it, her petite form was far too short to reach the novel. Stepping down, she glanced over at the large stack of books she'd already picked out, looked back up at her prize, and placed the stack on the seat of the chair. By standing on tiptoes, she just barely managed to reach the volume, tipping it into her hand. "Success!" she exclaimed.

That's when she felt the stack wobble under her feet. To her horror, she could feel it toppling.

As she started to tumble towards the floor, Abigail shrieked. The stack had been high, and she knew that landing headfirst on the hard floor was unlikely to end well. Time seemed to slow down, and she watched the shelves inch past as she fell. At the back of her mind, she wondered whether her boyfriend or his parents would find her first. She gasped as she struck something, then frowned. She'd landed on her side instead of her head, and she hadn't fallen as far as she'd been prepared for; the floor was a lot closer than she'd expected. Softer, too.

"Are you OK?" Wesley's voice was full of worry. Glancing up, she realized that he'd caught her as she fell. Nestled in his arms, she reflected on just how worried she'd been when the stack started to topple, and she buried her face in his chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Abigail, are you OK?"

"Thank you," she murmured from the depths of his shirt.

"I came to see how you were doing. I arrived just as the books started to shift - fortunately, I managed to get to you in time. Are you OK?" he repeated again. "Are you hurt?"

She looked up at him. "I'm fine!" she assured him. "You can put me down now."

He lowered her gently until her feet touched the floor, eventually letting go of her. "You're sure you're OK? You're not hurt in any way?" When she nodded, the worry on his face was replaced with a stern frown. "Good. Now, explain yourself, young lady. What in the world made you decide to do something like that?"

She looked at the novel in her hand. "I wanted a closer look at this," she explained.

"We have ladders for that," he said, clearly trying hard to keep his voice calm.

"Yeah, but I couldn't find one."

His frown deepened. "So instead of searching a little bit harder, or asking for help, you decided to risk life and limb by making a large pile of books, placing it on a chair, and standing on it?"

Now that he said it out loud, it suddenly didn't sound like such a good idea after all. Her backside began to tingle, and she had a horrible feeling that she was going to find herself over his knee once they were back at the flat. She managed to resist the urge to rub her rear; if he wasn't already planning to spank her, she certainly didn't want to give him ideas.

The robot assistant 2 (M/F story)

Adeline had invited her coworker Lydia for some after-work drinks one Friday evening. Lydia was her best friend in the workplace, and the pair had often hung out at bars, but it was the first time she would visit Adeline’s home. When Adeline stopped to think about it, she realized she didn’t receive a lot of visitors. She usually preferred going out if she was going to spend time with friends.

"Welcome home, Miss Beckett," Sam said as they entered. He turned and bowed to Lydia. "Welcome, visitor."

Adeline nodded towards the robot. "This is Sam, my assistant. Sam, this is Lydia from work."

"I didn't know you had a robot," Lydia exclaimed. She grinned. "Didn't know they made them tall and handsome, either. Though I suppose that didn't enter your mind when you bought him?" she said teasingly, raising an eyebrow at Adeline.

"Perish the thought," Adeline responded, trying to look innocent.

"Would you like me to prepare some food for the two of you?" Sam asked.

"No thanks, we had some pizza before we left the office. I'd like you to open a bottle of wine, though. Red, please."

"Ah. I am afraid you did not go shopping as you intended this week, so there is no red wine in the house." Sam handled most of the shopping, but robots legally could not buy alcohol or cigarettes, since the risk of children using them to bypass age restrictions was considered too high.

"Oops!" Adeline said, with her hand in front of her mouth. "I completely forgot! We'll have some white wine, then, and I'll remember to buy some tomorrow."

"Yes, you will, young lady – or I will have to take you across my lap and spank you for your forgetfulness," the robot responded, before going to fetch the wine.

Adeline paled. Her legs had turned to jelly, almost making her fall over. At her side, she heard Lydia give a shocked gasp. It took several long seconds before she dared to look over at her friend, and when she did, Lydia stared back at her, her eyebrows raised so high they disappeared into her hair.

In all the weeks she'd taught Sam how to be her stern disciplinarian, she'd completely forgotten to tell him that her punishments should be private. He'd just threatened to give her a spanking in front of her coworker. She wanted to sink through the floor and disappear completely.

"It's a joke!" she hurriedly exclaimed. "I accidentally left the TV on during some I Love Lucy reruns – it’s this show from the fifties – and ever since, Sam makes strange comments like that. I've been trying to get him to stop, but once the AI gets an idea into its head …"

"Huh," Lydia said, eyebrows still raised. Adeline had a horrible feeling that her coworker didn't believe her. "Didn't know they still broadcasts a show that old. Which channel was that?"

"I don't remember," Adeline mumbled. "One of those oldies channels."

Sam returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, and Adeline took a large sip, trying to calm her nerves. Hopefully, Lydia would forget about the embarrassing little exchange. The last thing she wanted was for word about this to spread at the workplace.

The two women sat down on the sofa, chatting away. They had soon emptied the first bottle, so Sam brought another, as well as some snacks. They were deep in conversation when Sam suddenly appeared next to his owner. "Miss Beckett? I just found this while tidying in your office. Would you care to explain it?"

Adeline glanced up. The robot was holding a letter she'd opened the previous day – she'd forgotten to sign some papers, and had incurred a 25-pound penalty for lateness. "It's my bank," she explained. "You remember those papers I had to sign and mail back in?" She shrugged. "I didn't."

Sam frowned. "Even though I reminded you that it was due? More than once?"

At this point, she probably should have tried to tell him that she had a guest and that they would discuss it later, but she was more than a little tipsy, and there was something about his stern tone that made it so easy to slip into her submissive state of mind. "I'm sorry, Sam," she said, lowering her eyes.

He nodded. "Not as sorry as you are going to be. You have earned a good spanking, young lady."

At her side, Lydia snorted with laughter. It was clear that she found the whole thing wonderfully amusing. Adeline spun to look at her, her face pale. "It's just a joke! Sam doesn't spank me! It's just a little –"

Sam placed his hand under her chin and turned her head, forcing her to look at him. His strong touch made her insides melt. "Do not lie, young lady. I have spanked you before, and I will spank you now."

Adeline shivered. This evening was not turning out the way she had hoped. Was there anything she could do to save her dignity? "No! It's all just a silly joke, and I'm not –"

"Adeline, if you tell another lie, I will wash your mouth out with soap. Is that clear?"

Lydia was now laughing so much there were tears in her eyes, and Adeline blushed scarlet. She’d never been so humiliated in her life. "Yes, sir," she said meekly, causing Lydia to laugh even harder.

"Good." The robot sat down on the sofa, patting his lap. "Bend over my knee, Adeline."

The robot assistant (M/F story)

"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.