The station AI was being pressured by James to make a medical dummy for me to practice on. I swear he is absolutely paranoid that some or all of our systems will fail. I suppose he has a point. Being able to practice first aid may be a good idea and with barely 18 adults in our community it isn't a good idea for us to not know each others' jobs. In fact one of the first orders James gave was that we should be retested at least annually to determine our CAP score. I don't like that of course, after all I do not want the responsibility of being a sponsor. Not even if every other person on Heinlein Station wins the rank of sponsor ... No I want to stay with James. I really would prefer to have at least a couple of the other women stay too ... Not that that is unlikely to happen. The female to male ratio is above six to one and that counts Liam, who is nearly an adult, and my son Kevin who is less just barely a year old. Liam is going to be a concubine for a while, but James is really pushing self defense courses and confidence building exercises. That is what he is calling what he wants the station AI to do if it will create a body for me to work on.
Even if it had never been alive I was balking at working on a cadaver. I just didn't think that I needed to learn advanced medical practices when we had med-tubes available. Sure we'd gotten a design from Ishtar for birthing beds or life support beds if we had enough injuries to merit them. I did ask James to have one birthing bed made up, there would be a few concubines giving birth after all. However unless we started to have a real population explosion it wouldn't be used much and could double as a life support bed. James had said there was very little reason to expect that we would need it. We had six med-tubes since James insisted that we should have that many at least. The fact that they sat mostly empty seemed to irritate the station AI. But what reason was there to essentially hoard resources when we were so few? The med-tubes didn't take a lot of power, nor did they create a lot of heat unless they were seeing heavy use. Yet it wouldn't take much of a disaster for all of them to be needed.
I put down my journal and headed out to the barnyard. In the distance I could hear the happy shouts of children at play. James had worked with the AI to create a place where they could learn and be challenged physically. He even made the AI not tell us about minor scrapes including pushing so long as injury didn't happen. His theory was that if we became helicopter parents there would be very little chance that our children would become sponsors. He thought that they needed to be challenged and that they needed to learn to work out their interpersonal differences without us interfering unless there was some evidence of damage being done. I didn't like it entirely but I had to admit that Mandy and Missy seemed to be thriving on the various challenges the play place offered. That they were learning and having fun at the same time seemed a little unreal considering my own experience with school.
I looked around as I walked. I could barely see the far side of the open area that defined our living space. The ground, everywhere that we didn't walk (which was defined by slightly raised stone paths) seemed to be bursting out with plant life. There was lawn grass around our houses and fields planted with wheat and barley nearby. Further away were fields of clover and corn. All were planted with the view of making our lives more comfortable. James intended that we should have a place that made us not feel so confined that we suffered insanity.
Armies of robots roamed the fields looking for invasive plants. There would be no weeds in any of our fields. If we were supposed to have barley or oats for animal feed, that was all that would grow inside the area that had been designated as the field. The activity as well as the hum from a half dozen bee hives made it easy to forget that we were just barely more than three dozen people alone in the middle of the cold dark. I didn't want to concentrate on that so I continued through the airlock into the barnyard. Really the area was nearly as large as a small field with pens and enclosures that let us work with our charges individually or as a group. One large area where I was headed specifically today was where we kept the chickens. James told me that it was necessary that we make sure that we hatched more chicks. Therefore I was looking to see if any of the hens had yet hatched a brood. There were none that I could see so I moved on to one of the tables that were situated throughout the area. I knew if I sat still for very long I'd attract the attention of one of the cats.
I hadn't been sitting more than a moment when Randi poked her head out of one of the walled enclosures where we kept the sheep. Currently each ewe had her own separate pen but eventually there should be a section of the area where we were farming that they could be taken to graze. "Hi Frances," Randi said, "I heard the airlock chime so I knew someone would be here pretty soon. I was hoping it would be you."
"'Cause I want to try kissing you."
"Not happening!" I told her with a grin.
"How are you doing on your veterinary courses?" I asked, to distract the excitable girl.
"Good! Did you know that I'm actually taking them from an Earth based school?"
"Which school? And how is that being worked?" I asked.
"It is actually a course from Texas A & M. And the way it works is that they have recorded all of the lectures in the course along with the texts having been scanned. The station AI is creating tests for me and grading them. Anyway, I'll actually have a real doctorate if I want to go that far."
"Are you writing letters to home to go with the drone that we'll be sending soon?" I asked.
"Not yet. I haven't figured out how to tell my family about how I've changed."
"Sometimes I wish I had someone to write to... ," I said, a bit sadly.
"I think everyone who has read part of your story thinks that your family was about as dysfunctional as it is possible to be."
I nodded agreement with Randi's assessment. I'd been studying dysfunctional psychology as a sideline to my medical studies. Randi sensed my need for quiet and let me sit for a while. Then she climbed out of the sheep pen and came to hug me. We sat for a long time like that before Randi asked, "What do you think is an appropriate reward for getting an A on an examination?"
"Oh no you don't! I'm not setting an award for you. You probably have a whole ton of 'A's and want something I don't want to pay."
"I know you won't want to pay. I have a dozen 'A's. I'd like you to spank me, and well ... I'd like to have you strap this on and use it on me," Randi showed me a fairly thick dildo and a strap-on rig.
"How is spanking you a reward?" I asked.
Randi blushed deeply and all the way to her A cup breasts. She looked down and said, "Actually I need something. I'm feeling like breaking things so that it will irritate my mistress. But I don't like doing that. Still there must be something that I deserve to be spanked for. But I've seen a couple of the scenes where James spanks you and fucks you. You cum so hard it looks like it must hurt!"
Now I was blushing. I didn't know that James had let anyone see what he termed my play sessions. About a week after we'd arrived on Heinlein Station I'd started being a royal bitch to everyone. James had paddled me and refused to have sex with me or even cuddle me afterward. That calmed me down but it was Su Mi who I tried to tear into the next day when the itch that I couldn't understand was back. No one could do anything to please me. I picked at Lenny and the other women in the family until I ran into her. She went and got the paddle and asked if she had to get James in order to spank me.
I answered that she didn't. She paddled me fairly soundly, though not as much as James had, then she pulled me into her arms and held me. Then she kissed me all over. I came hard. After that when I began to recognize the itch I would simply bring the paddle to James and say I needed to be spanked. Then he would make love to me afterward. I always came like a bomb then. If the other women and especially Lenny got involved in kissing me after a spanking I usually passed out within a few minutes. I don't understand why I'm wired the way I am but that's the way I am. If I'm not paddled a couple of times a week I get bitchy. If James or someone doesn't make love to me afterward I don't come down from the bitchiness. Thinking about that and what Randi'd just told me let me know that she must be wired similarly. The problem was that if possible I liked paddling someone even less than James did.
"Does Margaret know you need to be spanked the way I need to be spanked?" I asked my blushing companion.
"Yeah. But she really feels that it is something she can't do, 'cause I was such a prick before. So she's apt to take that out on me rather than just warm me up and then either fuck me or continue the spanking while I make love to Tori or Helga."
Something in what Randi'd told me at other times made me ask, "What about spanking someone. How do you feel about that?"
"Even now I don't think I'd dare," Randi said, looking a little ill. "I liked having power, I liked being able to push Margaret around. I'm afraid that I liked seeing her afraid of me..." Randi threw herself away from me and started to vomit.
.... There is more of this story ...
Ma/Fa / Ma/ft / NonConsensual / Coercion / Slavery / BiSexual / TransGender / Shemale / Science Fiction / Space / Mother / Father / Daughter / Spanking / Rough / Humiliation / Sadistic / Interracial / White Female / Hispanic Female / First / Petting / Caution / Workplace / Military /