The Einstein Extraction


Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, BiSexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Light Bond, Orgy, Harem, Interracial, Violent, Nudism, .

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: This story is set in the Swarm Cycle Universe created by Thinking Horndog. It is a story about how a fourteen year old man became a sponsor and formed his household. This is the first of a series of stories about the Einstein Colony.

My name is Bruce McCoy. This is my story.

Seventeen years ago when the Darjee announced the coming of the Sa'arm to selected humans, my parents had not even met. They both grew up in California and met in college. They were in the last days of their wedding plans when Average Joe's XV was running. They married several days before the President's announcement.

My dad and mom took the CAP test and scored 8.6 and 8.5 respectively. They initially wanted to wait until they graduated before having children. Once the Sa'arm were announced, they decided to wait until they were extracted.

That plan lasted about four and a half days when everyone was surprised when the stick turned blue. Nine months later I was born. My parents at that time decided I needed siblings so, eighteen months after that my parents had twin girls, Donna and Denise. My mother was a baby factory and produced two more children, a boy and a girl at eighteen month intervals, John and Marsha.

When I was seven my father was on a "business trip" to Las Vegas and was extracted. We still lived in California and the "Confederacy Free Zone" had been voted on. My dad was unable to get his children extracted. My mother on the other hand was absolutely furious about the whole thing. We received letters from my dad, the gist was he tried, but there was nothing he could do. My mother did not believe he tried at all.

About a month later, we packed up and moved to Boston. My mother had managed to get a job there at a defense contractor and permission to move to Boston.

By this time I was shocking everyone with my intelligence. My mother had been working with me since I was about one. She was a fabulous teacher. When we arrived in Boston, a check was forwarded to my mother from the Confederacy awarding my mother $300,000 as compensation for extracting my father. This allowed my mother to quit her new job and stay at home with her five children during the day. During the next few years my mother completed her degrees in the evenings at MIT. She felt, at least for a while, that her extraction was just a matter of time.

As I grew up I had a big hand in raising my siblings. With Dad gone, I was the man of the house, and I took that responsibility seriously, helping with their education and discipline. I learned how to lead during that time and how important integrity and consistency was. I can't say that I didn't get into trouble, but most of it was on the lines of defending my siblings and not too serious.

With the advent of the Confederacy, corporal punishment returned to the mainstream. It was no longer something a family practicing it had to hide. There were abuses and they were dealt with but for the most part if you got spanked you deserved it. When you didn't deserve it was part of growing up and learning things were not always fair.

When I turned ten my mother insisted that I help with the discipline of my siblings. My mother believed in corporal punishment and used it when she felt it was the only way. I had been spanked a few times when I went too far. My eight year old twin sisters, Donna and Denise, however, were a handfull. One day while I was 'in charge' my sisters discovered that my orders did not have any teeth, at least until my mother came home. They wanted to do something and did even though I expressly forbid it. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do until my mother came home. When my mother arrived I discovered that she had a really bad day and had lost one of her boyfriends. I let the issue slide.

The next day my mother saw my sisters do something that my mother had heard me expressly forbid. My mother asked me about it. I told her about the day before, and that I had let it slide. She explained to me that discipline was something you could not let slide, or it snowballs into bigger problems. I could understand what my mother said but I told her that I did not see how I could deal with it. My mother then gave me permission to spank my siblings. She also told me that I had to tell her when I did and that I had better not abuse the privilege. That day I spanked both of my twin sisters. When they complained to my mother, she gave them another spanking. From that day forward my mother never spanked me again. My authority in the house had been established. I always told my mother when I spanked my siblings. My mother never said anything unless a sibling complained. Most of the time my mother sided with me, but she was fair about it.

The only time there was disagreement was when my mother thought I had overreacted. We would discuss it, why I was overreacting and how to prevent it from happening in the future. We always reached an agreement. Sometimes my mother would explain the problem to my sibling and say that sometimes life was unfair. Sometimes, when I was overreacting, the "offender" would be given a special treat. Often I would be the one giving them the treat to "make it up". All in all it worked pretty well. I learned leadership and child rearing skills that most people did not learn until older.

About a year after the first time I spanked my twin sisters, my mother was called in for a parent teacher conference with my sisters' teachers. Suffice it to say my mother was not happy when she returned home. My sisters had fallen in with the wrong group of friends and they were failing in several key subjects. It was time for an attitude adjustment. Both my mother and I had warned the twins about the friendships they were forming. We warned them that there would be consequences for bad grades and getting into trouble.

My mother had found an old strap and had started to blister the butts of the girls and was at five strokes each when my mother received a phone call. The caller was a good friend of my mother and said it was an emergency. She was reporting that the entire MIT campus was being extracted (literally – eventually there would be a big hole in the ground). It turned out it was to late too do anything about it. The parent teacher conference took my mother off the campus and as a result she missed the pickup. She came back after the call, reported to my sisters what they had caused and handed me the strap and said, "I am too PO'd to deal with this. Can you handle it without emotion?"

I could see the rage in my mothers face. I said, "I doubt it, but I am in better shape than you. Please Mom, let me handle it." My mother turned and ran from the room.

My sisters watched my mother leave. They were mortified by what they had caused. They looked at each other, communicating between them. Then Donna asked me, "Bruce how do we fix this? No amount of spanking is going to make up for this."

I stood there thinking, 'What do I look like, God?', but I said, "First young ladies, you cannot change the past. Don't try. You can only change the future. Dump your friends. Pick up your grades until you're performing to the best of your ability. You can still fix things there. Take responsibility for your past and future failures and strive to fix them. Mom still loves you, and she always will. She will come around in a few days."

My sisters looked at each other and Denise said, "We are going to need Mom's and your help. Mom's help at home to catch us up and to help us with the teachers. Your help at school to help us deal with our ex-friends and to stay away from them."

I had to laugh a little. They looked again at me as if I had four eyes. "Girls, I will do what I can but I am not even in the same school as you. You are going to have to take responsibility for yourselves and deal with your friends and the consequences of being their friends. Break it off and keep it broken off.

"To help though, from this day forward, until I say differently, you are to be waiting at the school for me before going home. No after school consorting with your friends. Failure to be there when I arrive will have severe consequences.

"Mom will be checking with your teachers regularly now. You will behave in class. You will get good grades. Anything less than what we expect will be punished by the removal of privileges or spanking. Is that clear?"

They both said, "Yes, Sir" simultaneously.

I said, "We've had a hard day. A lot of bad things have happened."

"Yes Sir", Donna said, "It is my turn to go next, for the spanking."

I said, "Girls you've learned a valuable lesson today. You are correct, no spanking is going to improve on that or make that lesson easier to learn. However there are consequences for actions that damage others. That is where this spanking comes in. Both of you, go to the back of the couch, drop your pants and your panties, and drape yourself over it.

They did as ordered. I don't think either one was too embarrassed by dropping their pants but they kept their more private parts turned to the couch. I gave then ten swats with the strap each in two sets of five.

I then said, "Go do your homework and then to go to bed. You are grounded for two months. We have a big day tomorrow."

The girls looked at one another, then turned back to me. Denise said, "Bruce, you are just too nice to us. We deserve a hard and serious spanking. We want to remember the consequences of what we caused, every time we sit down for the next two months. We want you to spank us severely. If Dad were here we would be getting ten times what you and Mom gave us and a whole lot harder. We earned this punishment. We need you to spank us every time we screw up or disappoint you. We don't want this to be hanging over our heads either. We want you to give us fifty with that strap. We want you to give us fifty with the ping pong paddle. Then we want you to give us a hug and a kiss and remind us you still love us.

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