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."Adeline hesitated. She tried desperately to think of a way to escape this humiliating display in front of her friend. She wondered if it was more embarrassing to place herself over Sam's lap or be dragged there like a badly behaved child. She glanced into the robot's eyes, realizing that if she didn't obey immediately, he would do something to make her regret it.
She rose on shaking legs, draping herself over her assistant's lap as ordered. Her head was turned towards Lydia, and she glanced up to see her coworker lean back on the sofa, sipping her wine and enjoying the show. Adeline quickly looked down, unable to meet her gaze.
Sam grabbed the hem and raised her skirt, revealing a pair of silky black panties. He wasted no time in pulling them down, causing Lydia to squeal with delight. The robot gently stroked Adeline's pale, quivering buttocks. "You have been a naughty girl, Adeline. I hope this will teach you to pay your bills on time." With that, he lifted his hand and began to spank her.
The first smack always made her gasp – his hand stung more than she remembered. As the slaps continued to rain down on her soft posterior, however, she decided to take it bravely. She was getting a bare-bottom spanking in front of her friend, but that was no reason to cry and whine like a child. She would take her punishment stoically.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, flattening her bottom with every firm smack, but she bit her lip and tried to look like it didn't hurt at all. She did her best to claw back every scrap of dignity she could find, but as the spanking continued, yelps began to escape her lips, and she had started to wriggle a little.
The sting grew more and more unbearable, and soon, she could no longer stop herself from squirming over his lap, or crying out with every hard slap. Looking up into Lydia's smirking face, she felt to her horror the tears begin to run down her face. So much for being brave and strong!
Suddenly, Sam stopped the spanking and lifted her to her feet. Rubbing her stinging rear, she decided that the spanking was not as bad as she'd feared – though still dreadfully humiliating, of course. His next words, however, took her breath away. "Go fetch me one of your belts, young lady. I will let you decide which one."
The belt! She couldn’t believe that the robot intended to strap her in front of Lydia. "But I'm already sorry!" she pouted. Lydia seemed to find this particularly amusing.
"I am sure you are – but you will be even more sorry before we are done."
She tried to pull her panties back up, but realized that she must have kicked them off at some point during her spanking. She turned to look for them, but when Sam realized what she was thinking, he frowned. "You will get your panties back when your punishment is done, little girl – not before. Go fetch the belt, or I will double the number of strokes."
Adeline turned pale, running to fetch the belt. She didn't know exactly how bad it would be, but she was absolutely sure she didn't want extras. When she returned, Lydia was doubled over with laughter, and Sam nodded approvingly. "Good. Back over my knee, please."
With great trepidation, she assumed the position once again, and he flipped her skirt back up to reveal her pink cheeks. He tapped the doubled-up belt against her bottom, and she flinched – even that relatively gentle touch was agony on her sore rear.
"It was a 25-pound surcharge," he noted, "So you will receive 25 licks with the belt. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered, followed by a howl when the first stroke landed.
Adeline had previously believed that nothing could sting more than Sam's hand, but the belt quickly dispelled her illusions. It was horrible! The leather bit into her soft flesh, leaving red marks that burned like wildfire. At the back of the mind, she was relieved that she'd obeyed when she did. 25 strokes would be awful enough; she didn't think she could have survived 50.
Again and again, the belt lashed down on her wriggling cheeks, and Adeline screamed and bucked with every single one. No matter how much she squirmed, however, she couldn't escape Sam's firm grasp. She was held down, forced to endure his stern punishment.
Finally, he placed the belt down, and Adeline found herself picked up and placed on his lap. His strong arms encircled her, and she cried pitifully against his chest as he comforted her and told her she was forgiven.
It was only once he'd dried her tears and kissed her forehead that Adeline remembered that they had company. She turned to face her grinning friend, feeling so embarrassed that she was sure that her face was redder than her bottom.
Lydia held out a pillow to her, and Adeline took it, wincing as she slowly eased her stinging rear down on the soft fabric. Lydia then turned to the robot. "Sam, I'd like some more crisps. Could you fetch some?"
"Of course, Miss Lydia," Sam said, bowing as he walked into the kitchen.
Lydia grinned at Adeline. "Wow. I can't believe it! I'd heard some people got up to naughty stuff with their robots, but that you'd –" She shook her head in amazement. "Wow."
Adeline considered trying to find some excuse for what had happened, but her creativity was gone. There was nothing she could say that Lydia would find convincing, and besides, there was something about sitting on a stinging bottom that made you want to tell the truth. "I've spent some time training him to be a stern disciplinarian," she admitted. "I just didn't imagine he'd do it when I have friends over!"
Lydia grinned. "I have to say, it was very funny to watch - though you should probably find some safeword to shut him down if the timing's bad."
Adeline gasped, turning pale. "I forgot I have a safeword!" She could have kicked herself – the whole humiliating incident could have been avoided if only she’d remembered!
Lydia laughed again, wiping tears from her eyes. "You know, if you have a safeword and didn't use it, I have a feeling that you enjoyed it more than you let on."
Adeline pouted. "I didn't –" she began, but Lydia leaned forward and placed a finger on her lips.
"Ah, ah, young lady. If you lie to me, I'm sure your robot is quite prepared to wash your mouth – or possibly give you another spanking." She removed her hand. "Now, did you enjoy your punishment?"
She blushed, fidgeting in her seat – and not just from the burning sting. "I… I don't know," she admitted.
Lydia giggled. "Good enough," she decided. "Though you should know that I'm always willing to watch another show like that – it was the most entertaining thing I've seen in years."
Adeline grumbled, but there was something about the idea that made her heart beat faster, so she decided not to respond for now.
"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."Adeline hesitated. She tried desperately to think of a way to escape this humiliating display in front of her friend. She wondered if it was more embarrassing to place herself over Sam's lap or be dragged there like a badly behaved child. She glanced into the robot's eyes, realizing that if she didn't obey immediately, he would do something to make her regret it.
She rose on shaking legs, draping herself over her assistant's lap as ordered. Her head was turned towards Lydia, and she glanced up to see her coworker lean back on the sofa, sipping her wine and enjoying the show. Adeline quickly looked down, unable to meet her gaze.
Sam grabbed the hem and raised her skirt, revealing a pair of silky black panties. He wasted no time in pulling them down, causing Lydia to squeal with delight. The robot gently stroked Adeline's pale, quivering buttocks. "You have been a naughty girl, Adeline. I hope this will teach you to pay your bills on time." With that, he lifted his hand and began to spank her.
The first smack always made her gasp – his hand stung more than she remembered. As the slaps continued to rain down on her soft posterior, however, she decided to take it bravely. She was getting a bare-bottom spanking in front of her friend, but that was no reason to cry and whine like a child. She would take her punishment stoically.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, flattening her bottom with every firm smack, but she bit her lip and tried to look like it didn't hurt at all. She did her best to claw back every scrap of dignity she could find, but as the spanking continued, yelps began to escape her lips, and she had started to wriggle a little.
The sting grew more and more unbearable, and soon, she could no longer stop herself from squirming over his lap, or crying out with every hard slap. Looking up into Lydia's smirking face, she felt to her horror the tears begin to run down her face. So much for being brave and strong!
Suddenly, Sam stopped the spanking and lifted her to her feet. Rubbing her stinging rear, she decided that the spanking was not as bad as she'd feared – though still dreadfully humiliating, of course. His next words, however, took her breath away. "Go fetch me one of your belts, young lady. I will let you decide which one."
The belt! She couldn’t believe that the robot intended to strap her in front of Lydia. "But I'm already sorry!" she pouted. Lydia seemed to find this particularly amusing.
"I am sure you are – but you will be even more sorry before we are done."
She tried to pull her panties back up, but realized that she must have kicked them off at some point during her spanking. She turned to look for them, but when Sam realized what she was thinking, he frowned. "You will get your panties back when your punishment is done, little girl – not before. Go fetch the belt, or I will double the number of strokes."
Adeline turned pale, running to fetch the belt. She didn't know exactly how bad it would be, but she was absolutely sure she didn't want extras. When she returned, Lydia was doubled over with laughter, and Sam nodded approvingly. "Good. Back over my knee, please."
With great trepidation, she assumed the position once again, and he flipped her skirt back up to reveal her pink cheeks. He tapped the doubled-up belt against her bottom, and she flinched – even that relatively gentle touch was agony on her sore rear.
"It was a 25-pound surcharge," he noted, "So you will receive 25 licks with the belt. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered, followed by a howl when the first stroke landed.
Adeline had previously believed that nothing could sting more than Sam's hand, but the belt quickly dispelled her illusions. It was horrible! The leather bit into her soft flesh, leaving red marks that burned like wildfire. At the back of the mind, she was relieved that she'd obeyed when she did. 25 strokes would be awful enough; she didn't think she could have survived 50.
Again and again, the belt lashed down on her wriggling cheeks, and Adeline screamed and bucked with every single one. No matter how much she squirmed, however, she couldn't escape Sam's firm grasp. She was held down, forced to endure his stern punishment.
Finally, he placed the belt down, and Adeline found herself picked up and placed on his lap. His strong arms encircled her, and she cried pitifully against his chest as he comforted her and told her she was forgiven.
It was only once he'd dried her tears and kissed her forehead that Adeline remembered that they had company. She turned to face her grinning friend, feeling so embarrassed that she was sure that her face was redder than her bottom.
Lydia held out a pillow to her, and Adeline took it, wincing as she slowly eased her stinging rear down on the soft fabric. Lydia then turned to the robot. "Sam, I'd like some more crisps. Could you fetch some?"
"Of course, Miss Lydia," Sam said, bowing as he walked into the kitchen.
Lydia grinned at Adeline. "Wow. I can't believe it! I'd heard some people got up to naughty stuff with their robots, but that you'd –" She shook her head in amazement. "Wow."
Adeline considered trying to find some excuse for what had happened, but her creativity was gone. There was nothing she could say that Lydia would find convincing, and besides, there was something about sitting on a stinging bottom that made you want to tell the truth. "I've spent some time training him to be a stern disciplinarian," she admitted. "I just didn't imagine he'd do it when I have friends over!"
Lydia grinned. "I have to say, it was very funny to watch - though you should probably find some safeword to shut him down if the timing's bad."
Adeline gasped, turning pale. "I forgot I have a safeword!" She could have kicked herself – the whole humiliating incident could have been avoided if only she’d remembered!
Lydia laughed again, wiping tears from her eyes. "You know, if you have a safeword and didn't use it, I have a feeling that you enjoyed it more than you let on."
Adeline pouted. "I didn't –" she began, but Lydia leaned forward and placed a finger on her lips.
"Ah, ah, young lady. If you lie to me, I'm sure your robot is quite prepared to wash your mouth – or possibly give you another spanking." She removed her hand. "Now, did you enjoy your punishment?"
She blushed, fidgeting in her seat – and not just from the burning sting. "I… I don't know," she admitted.
Lydia giggled. "Good enough," she decided. "Though you should know that I'm always willing to watch another show like that – it was the most entertaining thing I've seen in years."
Adeline grumbled, but there was something about the idea that made her heart beat faster, so she decided not to respond for now.
An excellent part two11
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