Assigned a Guardian by Emily Tilton

spanking. That’s just the way it is.”
    Kayla hated the way that made her feel—when he had said it, and now, thinking about it. There were cowardly flutters in her tummy, every time, at the thought of having to lower her jumpsuit—because she would be damned if she ever wore one of those rayon dresses—and her panties, and lay herself over Joe’s powerful lap so that he could bring his big hand down on her bare bottom until he thought she had learned her lesson.
    Kayla had said experimentally, “Oh, come on.”
    But Joe had replied, his face going stern, “Do you need a lesson right now, sweetie? ‘Cause I wouldn’t mind giving you one.”
    “No,” Kayla said meekly, the flutters threatening to make her faint.
    “No, sir, ” Joe said patiently.
    “No, sir,” Kayla whispered. Flutters. Another spanking was all she needed.
    Marjorie was giving a little lecture on the meaning of 1A when Kayla returned her focus to the training session. “It doesn’t mean you like being punished. I have a feeling that’s what you second-gens think, though. Am I right?”
    Kayla looked at them—they were nodding. They would probably have nodded at anything Marjorie said, though: she was clearly their heroine—even their heroin. At the thought of the pun, she snickered. Marjorie looked right at her, and Kayla felt bad. To her astonishment, she felt really, really bad for having snickered.
    “Kayla?” she said.
    “Oh, I’m really sorry… I just… I just thought of this silly pun, and I didn’t mean to laugh.”
    She saw Marjorie’s eyes narrow, just a bit—not angrily, but in a way that suggested the older woman was re-evaluating Kayla a little bit.
    “That’s alright,” she said. “This stuff can bring out a lot of uncomfortable laughter.”
    Now Kayla felt grateful to her. Dammit.
    “Anyway,” Marjorie continued, “part of being 1A is enjoying power exchange with a man, or even a woman, or a man and a woman, or two women—you get the idea, I’m pretty sure.” Kayla looked around, but no one seemed scandalized—and she herself wasn’t scandalized. In fact, the other five students were all smiling secretive sorts of smiles. Okay, yes, from medieval to kinky-progressive in no time at all.
    “But no one likes getting punished, so if you were hoping that suddenly when you entered courtship you were going to start, well, I’m afraid it isn’t going to happen.”
    Mary raised her hand. “Okay, but then why do my parents always have sex after my dad spanks my mom?”
    “Excellent question,” Marjorie said. “And very much related to an essential aspect of what makes us 1A. Let’s kill two birds with one stone. We’ll take off our clothes now. When you’re naked, go get one of the wedge cushions and bring it to the circle, and lie back on it.”
    Kayla watched the others—even the Jupiter girls—start to obey without any fuss at all. She paused, still sitting, just looking and trying to figure out what she wanted to do.
    “Kayla,” Marjorie said.
    Kayla’s eyes snapped back to the senior matron. Her dress was off, and she wore only a surprisingly lacy red bra and panties. For a woman who had borne eight children, her body was, Kayla had to admit, magnificent. Kayla found her eyes drawn to the V of her thighs, where the lace was shaped to accentuate the way that Marjorie had apparently shaved, or waxed, down there. The sight made Kayla gasp; she wasn’t a prude, of course, but something about the situation—seeing Marjorie in her sexy lingerie because Kayla herself needed to learn about how to a good girl in bed—seemed unimaginably hot, and very dirty.
    Marjorie smiled at Kayla’s reaction. “Before I take my lingerie off, Kayla, I just want to ask you to think about how you feel when I tell you that John gave it to me yesterday, and told me I had to wear it today for this training session.” Marjorie turned and went to get one of the big wedge cushions, leaving Kayla to think.
    Kayla didn’t