Bradley satisfies Joy and gets her a mentor

I’m not sure how long Bradley fucked me, but by the time he came inside of me it was dark outside. After my fourth orgasm, I lost count how many times I came. At least five? Six? It didn’t matter. I was so lost in the afterglow that I didn’t mind being pulled to lie next to him. I didn’t resist him laying my face onto his sweaty chest as he idly ran his fingers through my hair. We didn’t talk, we didn’t express love to each other, we didn’t even bother crawling under the covers. We simply passed out in each other’s arms.

I woke up when Bradley climbed out of bed. The clock showed it was just past 2:00 AM and he shushed any question I had, “Shhh… go back to sleep. I need to get home so I can get some sleep and get ready for work. Kylan will be over later to set up the AI for you. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

I slept the rest of the night in a blissful satisfied exhausted slumber.

When I wake, it’s again late into the morning. Knowing that Kylan will be over… wondering how he knows when I get up… I step into the shower and get all the ‘Bradley’ smell off of me. When I’m clean, I step into the bedroom and pick out a fresh dress and matching lingerie. Today’s outfit is a simple green halter neck dress that leaves my arms bare and ties around the back of my neck. The only halter bra that goes with the dress has a plunging neckline and is padded to show off copious amounts of cleavage that I’m sure will keep Kylan’s eyes on my chest all day. The matching thong panties feel strange with no coverage over my rear, but make sure the dress shows off my curves.

After putting on my makeup and styling my hair up into a bun, I head downstairs and make breakfast. While I eat my boiled egg and drink a cup of coffee, I mentally bring up Eileen and find the nearest library. I’m able to find out that there aren’t any want ads for female jobs. As women only work when they want, it seems that they can select any job they desire and simply need to show up and express their interest.

Just before I get the library’s phone number, I hear the knock at the door telling my Kylan is here. Kylan doesn’t disappoint as his eyes are immediately drawn to my chest as he stammers out his good morning, “Goo… Good… Good morning, Miss Williams! I… uh… I saw that you were up and wanted to get you ready for your AI.”

I invite Kylan in and let him re-arrange both my living room and my bedroom. It seems that this AI is going to need physical space in both areas for charging. By the time he’s made room there’s another knock at the door and he rushes off to welcome the delivery men. By the time I get into the living room, the delivery men are leaving and there’s a huge crate in front of the couch. Kylan excuses himself to get a pry bar to open the crate with, leaving me alone with it.

Looking over the crate I see it’s from a company called MP Robotics. I shake my head and wonder if Kylan was just distracted when I see the instructions on the front of the crate. Following them, I put both my hands on the circled areas and push. The crate resists for a moment before the circled areas push in. There’s a satisfying click when the areas bottom out along with a hiss of escaping air as the crate starts to disassemble itself. Each piece of wood folds along some unseen seam and soon it leaves the simple box inside with its window showing the AI.

I don’t know exactly what I was expecting. My first thought, when Bradley had mentioned getting an AI, was something like Eileen. Something that would speak to me through speakers in the house and maybe a holographic display like the visual story entertainments. When I saw the crate in the living room, I thought it might be a robot like those creepy ones from Boston Dynamics. But inside the window wasn’t any equipment or a faceless robot. Inside the window of this box was a man.

As I stared at the face of this man I could see the signs of artificial manufacture. The seams around his mouth and eyes weren’t quite perfect. His hair was a very good wig, but still a wig. And while his skin had great color and texture, it looked dry and a little plasticky. It looked like a kind of huge six-foot-tall Ken Doll right up until it opened its eyes and smiled at me. My startled scream must have worried Kylan as he rushed through the door, brandishing a pry bar as if it were a weapon, calling out, “What!? What is it, Miss Williams?!”

The display box, much like the crate before it, started disassembling itself. Kylan, seeing the now awake robot and its opening box, put two and two together and set the pry bar aside before stepping beside me. “Oh, yeah, I’m sorry Miss Williams. I should have warned you to stay away from the box. They can be pretty creepy if you aren’t used to them. But trust me, this is a good one and should help you out a lot. It’s a MP Robotics Soong B4 android model.”

With Kylan wrapping his arm protectively around me he addresses the AI and they go back and forth, setting up its parameters.

“Process startup. Tutor mode for new member of society.”

As the AI speaks, I see it’s more detailed than I initially thought with the entire face moving in time to its speech, even if it still has a slightly mechanical puppet like movement and sounds like a monotone computer generated voice. “Startup initiated. Tutor mode initialized. New society member lessons prioritized. Please name and introduce student.”

Kylan takes a step away and nods at me as he answers “This is Joy Williams. She is single, has been to Gilead, the Free Union, and originates from the Easter Coalition. She has been in Mischigami for a couple days now and is having trouble integrating with our ways.”

The AI doesn’t seem to look at either Kylan or I and I wonder just how creepy and artificial this is going to be. “Miss. Joy. Williams. Eastern Coalition origin, travel through the Free Union of Western Nations and the Nation of Gilead. Limited exposure to Alliance of Mishigami People culture and society. Method of integration?”

Kylan must have discussed this with his father as he answered immediately, “Primary integration as head of household. Secondary integration as mentor. Joy… er… Miss Williams is… uh… um…” Kylan hems and haws for a moment, seemingly speaking a vocabulary he isn’t familiar with “… she can be a Brat and will need a firm hand.”

It’s one thing to be called a brat by Bradley, but Kylan? And to have me introduced to this technological teacher as one? That’s just too far. Taking a step toward the AI I say, “Now listen here, I don’t like being called….”

My voice drops off as the AI, without moving any other part of its body, swings its arm up and positions its finger in a ‘shushing’ pose right in front of my mouth. “Joy. Please do not interrupt us. The startup process is incomplete.”

The AI holds that position, still without turning its head to look directly at either me or Kylan and continues, “Primary integration as head of household set. Secondary integration as mentor set. Joy Williams is a brat and will be treated accordingly with a firm hand for her education and enjoyment. Do you wish to assign unit a name, or should unit assign itself a name.”

Kylan turns to me with a half-smile, “Do you, um… have a particular name in mind? You’ll be referring to it a lot so he should have a name you’re comfortable with.”

I can imagine a dozen names I’d like a teacher to have, but I refuse to move forward until this whole ‘brat’ situation is dealt with. Turning toward Kylan I say “Look, the name isn’t as important as it is thinking of me as a brat. I know you don’t know what it is, but your father has this wrong. I got that… HEY! Get your hands… MMmmmfff!!”

Kylan’s eyes go wide in surprise as the damned AI interrupts me speaking, only this time it isn’t a verbal interruption. The hand, already extended toward me, cups my chin and turns me to face it. I see that it’s now turned its head toward me. As I try to tell it to let go it moves its hand to cover my mouth and its eyebrows lower just a touch, giving it a mildly upset affect. “Joy, you’ve been warned. Be quiet, or I’ll have you over my knee.” It turns its head to look at Kylan and answers its own question. “I will name myself Sterling as you do not have an opinion and Joy’s female opinion is irrelevant. Who has master and secondary command of unit?”

I can practically hear the apology in Kylan’s voice as the damned machine continues to grip my lower face in its iron clutches, preventing me from speaking. “Uhh… my dad is the master command. Bradley Atwood. I’m going to be secondary command. Kylan Atwood. We both live next door.”

The AI answers for the last time in its mechanical generated voice, “Very well, command structure set. Command codes sent to Bradley Atwood and Kylan Atwood. Are there any further commands before integration begins?”

Even with my mouth I try to add my two cents to this conversation, but it comes out only as a muffled half protest, “Nao ait a Gah dand uhuht… uck.”

Kylan seems to somewhat understand I was trying to enunciate, but sheepishly ignores it and only answers the AI, “Umm, no, I think that covers everything.”

The change in the AI only takes a moment, but it’s fully transformative. From its head to its feet, its whole body shifts into a far more natural standing position. Instead of standing ramrod straight, it now has a casual slouch and spreads its legs slightly. The hand not covering the lower third of my face moves to its pants pocket. Its facial expression, which I thought might barely be able to express anything, relaxes and looks… confident? commanding? Its eyes close slightly and it blinks in a completely natural way. Finally, when it speaks, its vocal tone is both lower and far more natural. Even its vocabulary changes, speaking more like a real person and not a machine reading from a script. “Okay Kylan, we’re all set here. Why don’t you give me and Joy some time to get to know one another. You and your dad can come over tonight for dinner, cause our little Joy just loves cookin’ for the neighbors!”

After the AI flashes a fully believable smile and wink at Kylan, Kylan returns the smile and heads toward the door, saying over his shoulder “Okay, I hope you have fun Miss Williams. I’ll see you later tonight!”

Once Kylan is out the door the AI turns back to me. There’s something about the way it just became a normal person that makes it so that I can’t consider it merely an AI any longer and I find myself thinking of it as a robot. When it looks back at me it lets go of my face but only moves its hand a few inches back, again showing me the ‘shushing’ position. “Joy, I’ll be helping you learn all about how to properly fit into Mishigami culture. I’ll be doing this in two ways. First, as the head of this household. When there are other men present, I’ll defer to them but outside of that kind of situation, I’ll be acting as your long term lover or your husband. We’ll work on more casual relationships later. While in this mode, I’ll treat you as any man would treat a woman here and I’ll expect you to treat me as any woman would treat her man. You being a brat and acting as such could be problematic, but I can switch into mentor mode. If I feel you may be acting out of a lack of knowledge, I’ll move into mentor mode and educate you on the expectations of life in Mishigami. Once I’m sure you know the proper way to act, I’ll treat you accordingly if you act out.”

I grow angrier and angrier as this machine dictates to me that it’s going to play house with me, acting like my husband and teacher all in one. I finally can’t hold it in any longer and point my own finger at its face. “Now you listen here, no one explained how this would work to me and this is completely unacceptable… HEY LET GO OF ME!”

My diatribe is quickly ended as the robot uses my held-out wrist as a handle and pulls me close to its chest. Then, with a strength far more than any normal man would have, it sits down into the ‘command’ chair and pulls me over its lap. I wiggle my legs up and down, fearing what’s going to happen, but with a single hand on my lower back the robot easily holds me in position while speaking over my protests. “Joy, we need to establish this information for your wellbeing, but speaking over a man while he is speaking is unacceptable. Seeing as you’ve attempted this several times, I cannot let this go without punishment. Please enjoy your spanking.”

With a flick of its wrist, my dress is tossed over my back baring my ass to it and the world. I’m quickly reminded that I’m only wearing a thong as its hand comes down loudly and painfully on my right ass cheek. Its voice is still calm and halfway between it’s casual speaking tone and its fake automaton tone, “We will use this as a learning experience. Not all men spank in the same manner, but I will teach you the classic method. I will declare how many times I intend to spank you and you will then count out each spank. Once complete, you will thank me using any title or play name that we’ve established. If your count doesn’t match, you’ll have to start over. I’ll now be giving you five spanks. Please count out that spank as ‘one’.”

My response is swift and venomous, “Fuck YOU! Get your metallic hands off me right NOW! I will NOT be treated this way in my OWN HOUSE you piece of… OWWW!!!”

The robot evidently did not consider that a proper response as it simply interrupted with another spank. There’s something primal in me that refuses to relent to this point. Having a teaching aid, something barely above a blender, bending me over its knee and having me count out spanks like a child, like a little girl, is just too much. I yell, but it silently answers me with more spanks. I scream, but get nothing more than spanks in return. After a while, with so many spanks landing in the same raw area, I start to cry. Ugly, hot, angry tears, that are still unanswered with anything other than the whip sharp crack of its hand connecting with my all but bare ass.

I’m not sure how long I spent over this thing’s knees, but I did keep a mental count of how many times it hit me. Forty-five times before I started counting. By that time, I was a wreck and messed up the count another three times, meaning I got spanked forty-eight times in total before it was done.