Ma Needs To Be Punished

"I'll handle this." Fredrick sighed. He gave Am a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and stretched his arms out. He could just assign a simple punishment protocol, but that would be too light and robotic. Besides, though he didn't like to admit it, he liked getting his hands dirty. Victoria gave him a curt nod.

"CPU, re-task Er and Am to completing dinner." As he said it, Am roboticly turned and walked towards the kitchen. "When they've started, re-task Ma to me in the cellar."

He rolled up his sleeves and started down the way towards the lower level. To his surprise, Victoria followed along after him.

"Do you mind if I watch?" She asked. Fredrick raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I thought it was just Am who you liked to see suffer?" He said. Victoria averted her eyes, avoiding the implications of his statement.

"No. No. It's just that I've never watched you punish the dolls before. I was curious." Her voice was stiff. Fredrick guessed that she wasn't saying everything, but it didn't sound like a lie either.

"You sure? It's not a pretty sight." He sighed.

"I'm sure." She nodded.

He walked down into the middle of the cellar, followed by Victoria. She found a wooden stool near the dusty bar and sat there. The bar must not have been used for decades. Long before they'd moved in. Most of the cellar was consumed by barrels of wine, and stored odds and end. But, one roped off segment was more like a mini-dungeon. It had a stone floor, and a single piece of furniture. A spanking bench. On the wall at the side were some punishment tools. Archaic stuff. Nothing needed in an age when punishment could be achieved with a thought. If someone had asked Fredrick why he bothered, all he would have said would be "I prefer the texture of real books to words on a computer screen."

There was light steps on the staircase. Ma, short and sweet, timidly descended the staircase. Her eyes were trained on the floor. Ma hadn't been born a doll, but her previous Master had made some modifications to her personality. It was impossible to tell how much of Ma's current demeanor was a carryover from her time as a free woman. Certainly, she was once probably much brighter then she was now. Her previous Master had enjoyed little bimbos.

Ma walked to the center of the punishment segment and dropped to a submissive kneel. Victoria was watching with rapt attention.

Ma pictured here.

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