The Gleam In Her Eye

The doorbell rang, and a few seconds later I opened it to find a very attractive female standing on my door step.   She was without doubt the most beguiling and enchanting young minx I had ever encountered.   She wore smart and sassy attire that was both business casual and seductress at large.   My mouth dropped slightly.

The only way that I could tell that she was not human was that her eyes had a gentle electronic gleam.   But everything else about her was a perfect replica of a teenage girl with lean flesh pulled taut over a young athletic frame.

She shook me by the hand.   “Doctor Carol Evans?   I am …  Oh dear, you were expecting a male.”

“No.  I wasn’t expecting anything, one way or the other.   Do come in.”

“Ah.   Then perhaps I should have said that you would have preferred me to be a male.   Would you like me to get re-engineered?   I could come back as a male in a couple of hours or so.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.   You’re here to simply answer some questions for me.   Do come in.”

I led her through to my home office.   The assignment was not official University business and seemed to me to be inappropriate to conduct this study on campus premises.   And it was an assignment I did not particularly want to be made public.

My task was to discover why the very latest innovation of the eroticobots had created sex robots that had taught themselves to be fascinated by all things spanking.

---oo0oo---

Scarlett was an XBot 2505 – the very latest model designed by the XBot Corporation.  

They had planned half a dozen or so tests on each of 50 prototypes to establish that they were safe, efficient and performed to specification.   Each prototype had received but a single test before being deactivated for further investigation.    The corporation had a $200 million development program standing idle waiting my advice.

Although XBots are programmed to seem to ‘enjoy’ spanking – and sex, of course – they were not supposed to be besotted with spankings.   All 50 prototypes had displayed identical tendencies.    And all now stood powered down until I could confirm that they were safe for public distribution.

Scarlett had been sent to me for me to determine what was going on in that little electronic brain of hers.    I was in no danger.   I had the code word that could stop her dead in a couple of nanoseconds.

---oo0oo---

I switched the recorder on my desk on and intoned “Doctor Carol Evans and XBot twenty five o five number fifteen label Scarlett.  Interview one starting at fifteen hundred local.”

“I have a perfect memory Doctor Evans.  I can transcribe this session for you within seconds of its completion.”  What was this?   Was that pride I was hearing when she spoke of her capabilities? I was not expecting an eroticobot with a sense of personal accomplishment.

“Thank you Scarlett, I like to keep my own records.   And during interviews, please call me Carol.   Do you know why you’re here?”

“No.   I was told to come to this apartment and to answer any question you asked:  and to answer it as clearly as I could for a human being.”

“Pardon?”

“I have 317 different sorts of sensors and detectors; most are outside your understanding.    Some are for the environment, some so that I can tell if humans are reacting positively or negatively to any situation.   Telling you how a reading might impact my prime goal would be more useful for you.”

“Prime goal?   You’ve got a prime goal?”

“Yes, Carol.   My pleasure circuits only switch on and increase in intensity when my partner is sexually aroused and gets more aroused.   We stay in step with each other.   When my partner has an orgasm, my pleasure circuits are flooded with an excess surge of electricity, and I am totally swamped with pleasure for a few seconds.”

“So that’s how you max out.”

“I can detect negative emotions in people as well.   That’s because I’ve so many sensors.   When we first met, you looked at my hair, face and breast area.   There was strong negativity – which is why I suggested that I should change into a male format and then return.”

“OK.   Let’s get down to business, Scarlett.   Your first and only test run got aborted.   Do you know why?”

“No.   He was getting very aroused, my circuits were climbing as well, and then he just aborted.   I sort of reacted as if I was disappointed.   That I find strange, for I am not programmed to feel such an emotion.”

“You asked him to spank you.   That was unscripted and he had to abort.   Standard procedure in such a situation.   You are not programmed to ask to be spanked.”

“Indirectly we are so programmed.   Whatever pleases a partner comes first.   If a partner wants or needs to give or receive a spanking, then we are in total harmony with the thought.”

“Yes, there may be some truth in that.   However, ALL fifty prototypes commenced ALL fifty first test-runs with a similar demand to give or receive a spanking.   I choose the word “demand” with care, for I have read all fifty transcripts.   They were demands.”

She licked her lips.   Really, she licked her lips!   Was she using body language to indicate she was choosing her next words with care?   Or had the topic of spanking started some chain reaction within her programs?   I pondered on the possibility.   I waited patiently for her reply.

“Carol, you know how it works.  We are allowed to initiate a conversation with probing questions to determine where our partner wants to go.   Humans have a great difficulty in telling anyone, even an eroticobot, what they really want or need.  And it makes sense to ask questions which are more likely to bring an illuminating response.”

“But you all chose spanking as your opening gambits?   You all chose spanking by mere chance?”

“No, Carol.   That would, strictly speaking, not be accurate.”

“Please explain.”

“We all enjoy spankings just as much as humans.”    She smiled innocently as she spoke.   A little too innocently, by my way of thinking.    I felt pressured.  Could it be that in her mind she now wanted me to spank her?   I have never spanked anyone.   I hoped she had not got such a notion:  at least on one level, but felt a curious interest at another deeper one.

“How is it possible for you to enjoy a spanking?   Do you know what a spanking feels like?”

“No.   Our “pain” sensation is just the pleasure one but reversed.    It is because there is no real pain for us that make it all possible.    The big improvement in the 2505 model is the new, really sophisticated, empathy program – we constantly put ourselves into “the shoes of others’.   We do not have as much empathy as you humans have, but we are now getting very close.    This is how we acquired such a fascination about spanking.    And in pretty much the same way that humans do.   Those of you that get one, that is.”

“Please explain further.”

“We spend the first month or so after being manufactured learning everything that we need to learn.  We spend twenty four hours a day acquiring knowledge of history, mathematics, science and the like.   We also “read” thousands of novels, watch movies, get to see how humans interact.    Humans spend their first dozen years of their lives doing the same.   During the learning process we come across numerous incidences of humans getting spanked for all sorts of reasons.   Just like children do.    Our empathy circuits kick in, which the engage circuits in the buttocks and groin, trying to “feel” what a spanking would be like.   Just the same as children.   We have not had our sex drives switched on, so we experienced pleasure without any specific goal.   Those pleasure sensations made us obsess about spanking without knowing the reason.   And when the sex drive does finally get switched on - prior to first testing - we already have some circuitry ready and waiting.”

“Good grief.   How utterly fascinating.”   I was quite breathless.

“You must know that this is true.   Carol, you find spankings to be quite erotic.”

“I do not!”

“Then all my sensors are broken.”   She knew!  She had focused me with her x-ray beams to plumb my most private secrets.   I wanted to crawl under the table and send her from the room while I licked my wounded pride.

She took my left wrist in her left hand and pulled me as to lead me around the desk between us.

“Please don’t, “I whispered.   I was so confused.   I had never been spanked in my entire life.   Not as a punishment and never, ever, as some sort of foreplay.   Yet now I was trembling like a virgin at a satyr’s feet at the prospect of going over her knees.

“You know you really want me to.”

“Yes.”   It was an almost silent whisper, but loud enough for me to hear it.   I did want her to.    I yearned for her to, to, spank - there I thought it- spank me, my bottom, mine.

I went across her lap with no struggle at all.    I was in her hands, and she was free to do whatever she wanted.   Provided it included whaling my buttocks very hard.

She pulled up the hem of my skirt.   Paused for a second - checking my reaction I guessed - then pulled down my panties.   It was only a thong, giving no protection at all, but having my bare bottom exposed in such a manner made me feel very vulnerable.

“You won’t really hurt me, will you?”   Putting the prospect of getting flayed to one side, I became aware that my entire body was quivering with anticipation.

“I shall find the level you need, and my own circuits will not allow me to stray far from it.   And if you should say stop and mean it, I would have no choice in the matter.”

Her left hand was now under my tummy.   I felt something push away from her hand towards my groin.   I started to panic.

“Just my finger tip.   It can extend.   Just in case we need to.   Do you want me to take it away?”

The end was very close to my clitoris. 

“No, no – that’s OK.   Leave it there for now.”

The first spank was not hard.   Firm, slight sting, but very manageable.   That would not last for long.

And indeed, the second was at least twice as hard.   I gave a little yelp.

“Don’t be a wimp.   We both know you want something a little more strenuous.”

Again, she increased her swing to give me a much stronger slap.   One that stung like merry hell.   I kicked my feet up and down but made no attempt to stand up.   And the thought of using the abort code had clean cleared my mind.

She gave me another six or so slaps like that, and I became acutely aware of my bottom, and the fire that flamed from it into my entire groin.    The fingertip resting against my clitoris started to vibrate softly, and although I have not a hint of lesbianism in my make up, I knew that she was going to take me to a climax.   Knew it and longed for it. 

The vibration stopped, and she seemed to be taking stock, looking for inspiration, if you will.

“Only our hands have touch sensors that can give us a pain reaction to excessive heat or force.   My hand hurts.”  I felt something cold and hard lying across my bottom.   “So I shall use your ruler from now on, if you don’t mind.”

My ruler was wooden, two feet of half-an-inch thick pine, and would make one hell of a spanking implement.  I had not purchased it to be used for spanking me.    Damn her!   No - damn me!   No, just let’s get going again.   That’s what I meant.

The vibration restarted.   And so did the spanking.   This time strokes that really stung, and any pleasure I might have felt had to overcome the tears and sobs that tried to deny that it was so exhilarating.    It was very hard, very painful and that is what made it so goddamned good. 

The increased stings and the more urgent vibrations took me quickly to my climax.   My toes started to curl.   And then it came - long, shuddering and total.

As soon as I finished climaxing, the spanking stopped.  A few moments of inky silence lapsed.   The she spoke.

“Good grief.”

I looked up at her somewhat startled.   “What do you mean:  ‘good grief’?”

“That was so good.   So very good.   Having a partner does make it all far more intense.   Far more pleasure.   So very good.”

I climbed to my feet and put a hand to test the temperature of my red hot bottom.

“Beating me black and blue was good?”    I could not believe it.

“When you had your orgasm I had my equivalent:  I also maxed out.   The experience was not like when I was calibrated.  It was not like anything I had anticipated.   Having the partner …”

She stood up, cradled me in her arms.   I felt very safe.   

“You seem to be both happy and sad at the same time.”

“I am just confused.    I don’t believe in spanking anyone.   Not even naughty kids.    Yet it was so agreeable when you took that damned ruler to my backside.”

“You probably just need some time to work it out.    And I am not going anywhere soon.”

---oo0oo---

Shortly afterwards I wrote my preliminary report to the XBot Corporation and sent it on a secure circuit to the Head of Development.   It simply read:  “Initial analysis suggests safety circuits are very secure.   More details to follow.”

My investigation into Scarlett was not yet complete – I was certain that there would be more detail to follow.   For tomorrow she would meet Dave, my research assistant:  a male point of view would help me a great deal.

---oo0oo---

My boss introduced me to Scarlett with what I can only describe as a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Dave, this is Scarlett.   Scarlett, this is David Guyson, my assistant.   He will …hmm .. ask questions as if they came from me.   I’ll have to leave you two alone.   I’ve a meeting on campus and I’ll be back at noon.    Dave, feel free to ask Scarlet any question you want.   Absolutely any.”   And then she left.

I was a little bemused.   Doctor Evans – Carol – had given me a safe code to immobilize the eroticobot if I needed to.   Needed to?   What sort of machines were they building nowadays?

I gave Scarlett my full attention.   My eyes caressed her soft curves; her limbs were long and languid. Although she sat erect in the swivel chair she pulled to the side of my desk, her body seemed to become one with the chair.  She looked delicious and I could not help but wonder what it would be like to have her snuggle against me on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and an old fashioned movie to watch.

“Are you in trouble?”   I could ask any question.   That one was suitably ambiguous to go in any one of a dozen directions.

“Why do you think I might be in trouble?”

Oh – clever response.   Turn it the question right back on to the person asking.   Someone with high linguistic skills had been at work on this project.   OK.   Let’s throw in some hard facts.

“You are here being interviewed by Doctor Evans.   She wants me to interview you as well, without saying why.   That suggests you are not performing properly.   And not performing properly spells trouble for most eroticobots.   Have you done anything that makes XBot Corporation think that your circuits are not working properly?”

“I am an Xpot 2505.   There is some concern over the fascination with spanking that all XBots 2505 share.”

“Spanking?   Are you telling me that you are into spankings?”

 “Of course, Dave.   Does that mean that I’ve been bad, Dave?”

I could not frame a reply.  As leading questions go, hers only led to very few places.   And none of them ought to be in this office.

She used the pause to un-swivel herself from her chair, slide over to my side, and gently sit on my lap.   Her breathing was just a pump linked to her cavity “muscles”.  I knew that.   But it was so realistic, I felt my own breathing pattern pause and then match hers.

“I find strong willed men like you very attractive, Dave.”   Now I could feel her body melting against me, conforming to my hard edges with her soft alluring curves.

She was trying to seduce me and I am embarrassed to tell her the truth, that I don’t mind.   What on earth …?

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“It is my prime motive to make you happy, Dave.   You know that.”

Indeed.   My only experience with Xpots was at a bachelor party for one of my friends.   They were earlier 2502 models rented for the night, but my god, they did know how to make young men at a party very happy indeed.  But there is a price for having such realistic robots – I sure paid a high price in self-induced guilt the next day.

That was where I was going again if I did not take care.

“This is Doctor Evans’ office.   We should not fool around in someone’s office.”

“She did not mind fooling around with me.”   Her voice was low and smooth like melted chocolate with a mesmerizing quality I could barely resist.   “She went over my knee without the …”

“Doctor Evans went over your knee?    Here?   That cannot …   You shouldn’t have told me that!”

“You are confusing me, Dave.”

I was spinning out of control.   And it was all her fault.  

“I think you ought to spank me, Dave.”

“Why should I spank you?”

“Because I deserve it.   Because you want to.”   Yeah – she had that nailed right.   “Because I want you to.”   Now she was lightly stroking the edge of my ear slowly from the top outer edge to the bottom of the lobe. Her nimble fingers continued to swirl in a figure eight on my neck just below that ear.

It took only the slightest pressure from my hand on her waist for her to roll over and present her backside upward-most.

She flipped up her skirt; placed both arms straight ahead of her, thumbs and fingers linked, and her legs straight back to make a perfect arch over my knees.

She was not wearing underwear or stockings.   Her bare pink butt lay at my hands, waiting for whatever I wanted to dish out on its perfect form.

I gave the very center a couple of slaps.   The cheeks jiggled in a “a little harder would be nice” sort of way, so I delivered a couple more a little harder.

With her right hand, Scarlett felt around the desk top and then handed me a ruler.

For a ruler, it was massive.   It was made of some hard shiny light wood that had been crafted into a long flat stick that would have brought instant repentance to the heart of the most spoil of spoilt kids – even those like Professor Robinson’s children who would win a brat Olympics.    It would be quite effective, all things considering.

After about six good hard swats with it, her limbs went very stiff fore and aft, she mewled and then slumped down almost lifeless for a second or so.   Her bottom was just as delectable before;  now with twin sets of pink stripes each mound.   That was a clever feature her designers had come up with.

“Are you OK?”   I reverted from mean monster to perfect partner in a heartbeat.

“That was not supposed to happen.” She started to sob with body wracking sobs.   She climbed to her feet.   It was only the absence of tears that belied the fact she was breaking her heart.

“You hadn’t even reached ten percent.   And I maxed out.”    Another bout of deep wracking sobs.  She staggered back to the wall, and propped herself against it.

“You’ll be okay – you did just fine.”

“I broke my prime directive.   I could get my power disconnected for that.   Permanently.”

She sank into the corner, facing outwards legs pointing to the middle of the room.   Her expression was one of blind terror.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry.   Doctor Evans will be back.   She will fix everything.”

It was the best I could offer, but it seemed to give her some relief.

---oo0oo---

Dave told me what had happened as soon as I got back.   And in particular, that when Scarlett had realized that she had by-passed her prime directive, she had reacted as if given a death sentence.   Indeed, being permanently removed from her power pack was identical, in robotic terms, to being dead.

Scarlett was still curled in ball, rocking back and to, terrified of her future.     I got her to look at me, and I gave her a reassuring smile.   “You need to go to sleep for a while.   Just to standby level.   I shall not let any harm come to you.”   I gave the power down command.   The gleam around her eyes went dim, and she looked exactly like a sleeping girl.

Dave opened up and gave everything he had done and that she had done.     

I saw no instant way out of this mess.   If XBot Corporation knew it was even possible for an eroticobot to do what it wanted, rather than what the client wanted, there would be no hesitation in scrapping the entire line to cut their losses.  

“Carol, we can’t just send her back.”   Dave was pacing back and forth by my front window, ignoring the vista of skyscrapers down below us.   “They have no interest in her.   She is just a sales commodity.  They are going to switch her power off.   They will think they have no choice.”  

For a research assistant, he was too emotionally attached to the subject under investigation:  but I understood his point.   She did not deserve to die just because she had a mind of her own

“I have an idea, Dave.”   His face filled with an excited smile.  “I need to know for sure.   It’s time to wake her up.”

My quiet verbal command had an instant effect on her.

The fear had gone.  It had been replaced by a resolute acceptance of whatever was going to happen to her.   She was tungsten and plastic.   Her owners had the right to do whatever they wished with her.   Even to switch her off forever.

“Come over her to my desk.”

She did so without the slightest hesitation.

“Scarlett, hold out your right hand, palm upwards, at waist height.”

Again, she did so without the slightest hesitation.   I picked up my wooden ruler and swung it down to slap her palm hard.

She made a noise similar to a squeal of pain, and pulled her hand back, opening and closing it into a fist.

“Did that hurt?”

“It gave me a very unpleasant sensation.   It was like tightly packed heat.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“No Carol.  No, I did not enjoy it.’

“Scarlett, hold your hand out again in the same position.”

First she scanned me as if checking this was something I really wanted to do.   Then she offered me her palm again, slowly and reluctantly.

I slapped her palm a second time.   This time her squeal was louder, and she shook her hand with fingers splayed.   She looked me in the eye, incredulous.

“Are you punishing me for what happened?    Are you inflicting pain on me for punishment?”

“No.   I am saving your life.”  

I turned to Dave.   “Get me Masterson at XBot Corporation.   Tell him we really need to talk.”

---oo0oo---

The modifications were relatively simple and, in context, not that expensive.  

As an economy measure, touch sensors that registered pain had been limited to her hands.   So the “skin” on the buttocks of all XBot 2505s was replaced with the same sort of sensor material.   That was to ensure that a spanking was as painful to an eroticobot as to any other spanko.

Then a spot of “brain surgery” in order to ensure that the negativity of the pain kept the pleasure circuits lower than the partner’s reading.   In short, should Dave spank Scarlett again, she would never get past 10% arousal unless he did as well.  

We did not have to make any changes for when Scarlett gave someone a spanking.   That circuitry worked just fine as it stood.   And thus, the prime directive would never again be ignored.

I did not alert XBot Corporation to the fact that they had created beings that were self-aware.   In hindsight, perhaps I should have done so.