"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.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, and Adeline squealed and giggled. It felt so wonderful to be spanked by a strong man again! Her heart went out to all those naughty girls who didn't have a stern man to discipline them – even if hers was artificial.
Gradually, Sam spanked harder and harder, and the sting was growing. Her cheeks were now quite toasty, and she moaned quietly. "That is wonderful! Don't stop until my butt is really, really red, OK?" Suddenly, Sam froze, his hand motionless over her pink cheeks. Adeline groaned in frustration. "Damn it, Sam, what's going on? What did I JUST SAY!?"
"You used your safeword, Miss Beckett."
Still bent over his lap, she stared up at him over her shoulder, giving him a confused look. "Huh? I did no such thing!"
"You said 'red', Miss Beckett. That is the safeword that stops any punishment that you are being given." A whirring sound told her that he was retrieving a sound file, and from his lips came her own voice: " Don't stop until my butt is really, really red, OK?" This was followed by another sound file, from when she'd first told him her safeword and what he should do if she used it.
Adeline buried her face in her hands, groaning. It was bad enough to have a man who remembered every word you said, but one that could quote you in your own voice was even worse. She wanted to scream at him that this obviously wasn't what she meant, but she decided to avoid confusing his artificial mind even further – if he came to the conclusion that her safeword sometimes didn't apply, that could cause some very dangerous situations in the future.
Part of her wanted to tell him that she was fine and that she wanted him to continue spanking her, but she concluded that the moment was ruined. He helped her up, and she was soon sitting on his lap while he rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. "Satisfactory small woman," he told her gently – his AI hadn't quite got the grasp of the term "good girl" yet.
"Thank you," she whispered. There were some hiccups on the way, but at least they were heading more or less in the direction she wanted. She decided to find some panties and start her workday, and try again tomorrow.
A couple of days later, Adeline had her busiest workday in quite some time. Inspiration had struck, and she spent the whole day in her home office "working her little tush off", as she liked to call it.
Shortly before five, Sam appeared at her side. "I will start making dinner now. What would you like?"
She waved him away. "Thanks, but not now. I'm too busy today."
His plastic face creased in a frown. "You need a break, Miss Beckett. It is not healthy for you to push yourself this hard. You need a break."
"I'm fine," she insisted. "Nothing wrong with my health."
"You also need food. You did not each much for breakfast today, and you also skipped lunch."
"I had a bag of crisps," she said.
His frown deepened. "Crisps are not food. You are going to sit down for a proper meal now."
"I'm working!" she snapped. "Fuck off and come back later!"
Sam folded his arms in front of his chest, giving her a stern look that made her tummy do flipflops. "Let me rephrase my last statement. You are going to eat a proper meal – but I cannot guarantee you will be able to sit down for it."
Suddenly, Adeline found herself dragged to her feet. "Sam," she protested. "What are you doing?"
"You have been neglecting your health, going without food, and then sassing me when I point it out," he scolded. "You have earned a good, hard spanking, little girl." And he began to unbutton her jeans.
Adeline stared at him, stunned. He'd never acted like this before! "Y-you can't do this!" she said, trying to sound authoritative, but only managing a timid squeak.
"I can and will, Adeline," he told her. It was the first time he'd used her first name, and it made her flinch. She could feel herself lose control of the situation. He lowered her jeans to her knees, and she decided that the cute little 'Hello Kitty' panties she wore did little to help her regain her authority – and even less so when he pulled them down to her knees as well. He glared at her. "By the way, if you swear at me again, I will wash your mouth out with soap. Is that clear, young lady?"
She blushed. "Y-yes, sir," she said, timidly staring at the floor. God, how stern he sounded.
It took a few seconds before Adeline remembered who she was. She was a grown woman with a lucrative career! Why did she let her own property speak to her like that? "Stop it right now," she ordered, trying to pull her clothes back up. "I am your owner, and I demand – Aah!" She squealed when she suddenly found herself bent over his knee.
"You are not in a position to make demands, little girl," he said, accentuating his words with a series of hard slaps to her bottom that caused her to wriggle. "I suggest you start cooperating with your punishment, or you will not sit comfortably for a week."
"Ow! Stop this! Let me up!" she yelled, trying to stand up. Sam easily held her down.
"I will stop this once you have learned your lesson," he told her as he continued to spank her soundly. "And from your attitude, I think that will take some time."
The loud smacks rang out in the quiet room, accompanied by Adeline's yelps and squeals. Her bottom was getting warmer with every slap, and the sting was unbelievable. Soon, she was squirming around, and could feel tears at the edges of her eyes. "Stop it! I'll be good!"
"It sounds like we are getting somewhere," he said with a smile. "I would say we are about half-way there."
Adeline's eyes widened. Only half-way there? She couldn't take a punishment like that! She'd never sit again.
Before long, she was bucking over his knee and pleading for mercy, promising to behave. She'd started to kick, but he quickly wrapped one of his legs around hers, pinning her in place. There was nothing she could do to escape her punishment.
She was sobbing pitifully over his lap by the time he finally stopped spanking her. He helped her to her feet, and she immediately jumped from foot to foot, trying in vain to rub the sting from her burning behind. However, Sam slapped her hands away, and she found herself propelled into a corner by the nape of her neck.
"You will face the corner with your hands on your head until I tell you to come out," he told her. She turned her tearful eyes towards him, silently pleading for lenience, but it was futile. "Face the corner," he repeated, giving her bottom a warning smack. She quickly obeyed.
He entered the kitchen, and soon, she could hear him working on something. She tried to remember – could he see still her from there, or was she out of sight? Her bottom was burning, and she was desperate to soothe the sting, but she didn't want to get caught. Slowly, her hand began to creep down, but it had only moved an inch when she suddenly heard his stern voice. "Adeline, if you test me one more time, I will pull you back across my knee and give you another spanking. Is that clear, young lady?"
She whimpered. "Yes, sir." She placed her hand back on her head, doing her best to obey him – the last thing she wanted right now was another spanking.
She had no idea how long she stood there, gazing into the wall in her own home, but eventually, she heard movement behind her. She was curious and wanted to peek, but decided that she'd pushed her luck enough for one day. Her nose remained in the corner; no matter how much her curiosity burned, her bottom burned more.
Finally, she heard Sam's voice behind her. "You can turn around now." She did so, and saw a pot of stew on the table, as well as a single plate and spoon, next to which Sam was sitting. "Come here, Adeline," he said, patting his lap.
She turned pale, and both hands flew back to protectively clasp her bottom. She tried to take a step back, but the wall was in the way. "Please, sir! No more! I didn't peek – and I didn't rub my bottom, I promise!"
Sam's confused expression was replaced with a look of understanding. "Ah. I was unclear, and I apologize for the misunderstanding. I meant that you should SIT on my lap, not bend over it." Adeline supposed that in different circumstances, she might have found it humorous.
Adeline took a few steps forward, still not entirely sure that her punishment was over. She slowly lowered her beaten bottom down on the robot's lap, hissing in pain as the sore flesh touched down. He gave her a comforting hug and kissed her forehead, slowly calming her down. Then, he ladled some stew onto the plate, dug into it with the spoon, and held the full spoon out towards her. "And now, it is time to eat," he said gently.
"I'm not hungry," she insisted.
He frowned, his voice once again stern. "Adeline, you are going to eat. This is not up for discussion. You can either eat this willingly, or I can fetch one of your belts, bend you over the table, and strap you until you agree to eat. Which will it be?"
Adeline wasn't sure that her belts could actually sting any more than Sam's hard hand, but she wasn't too eager to find out. She obediently opened her mouth. "Satisfactory small woman," he complimented her as he placed the spoon in her mouth.
Adeline had never thought that having a robot feed her could be particularly pleasant, but sitting there on an aching bottom as Sam kissed her forehead and lovingly spoon-fed her the stew was one of the finest experiences of her life. She felt safe and cared for in a way she hadn't experienced since she was a child.
Once the pot was empty and her tummy was full, Adeline yawned.
"I think you should lie down for a nap," Sam told her. Adeline gave him a sleepy nod. He picked her up, and she leaned her head against his chest as he carried her into the bedroom. He undressed her, before pulling the pyjamas top over her head. He also found the matching pyjamas bottoms, but she grimaced and told him that she preferred going without them for tonight. Right now, she wanted nothing touching her sore bottom if she could at all avoid it.
She laid down on her tummy on the soft bed – too sore to lie on her back – and he tucked her in, kissing her forehead. "Good night, Miss Beckett," he said as he turned to leave. Back to using her last name, then. It seemed her punishment was truly over.
"Sam?" she said, fighting the urge to drift off to sleep. "How could you do that? How could you punish me like that?"
"You have asked for punishment in similar circumstances in the past," he explained. "You failed to take care of yourself, you snapped at me, and you used foul language. Based on previous input, a spanking is the best response. Also, I learned quite a lot from the stories in your browser history."
She blushed at the mention of her late-night browsing. "But I told you to stop," she said. "Multiple times."
"Yes, but you never used your safeword."
Her eyes widened. "Wait, that was an option? I could have stopped you at any time?"
He nodded. "Naturally. Did you want to?"
"Of course I d-" she began, but she stopped, suddenly thoughtful. She reflected on how natural it had been to accept his authority, and how Sam had made her feel seen, loved, and cared for. Wasn't this what she'd wanted? A stern man who took care of her and gave her what she needed? "I-I don't know," she admitted.
He nodded. "I think I have learned things that will be useful the next time I punish you."
She wasn't sure she liked his assumption that there would definitely be a next time, but she decided not to voice her thoughts – particularly since she wasn't sure herself. As she drifted off to sleep, she contemplated the fact that she'd finally got her wish.
an enjoyable story
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