Assigned a Guardian by Emily Tilton Page A

want to think about that, so she found herself getting up and going for a cushion. The cushions were covered in a black plush fabric that felt sensual just in the very touch of it on her skin. The governor told his wife that she had to wear special lingerie. It was so… slight, so… innocent, even. And Marjorie had now taken it off, and she was simply, unabashedly naked, as were all the others. The second-gens had no lacy lingerie—just the standard issue white rayon briefs that were free, apparently, like all basic clothes. Could their guardians buy lacy underwear and tell them to wear it? That variation on Marjorie’s words presented another vision that Kayla found she needed to push away.
    Kayla and the others from the Jupiter had all worn their shipboard white cotton, so as all six girls took off their underwear, the room looked a little like a locker room at a girls’ school, Kayla thought. The sight that succeeded that one, though, of seven naked women in a circle, their legs spread wide at Marjorie’s instruction, was not like that, except perhaps in a pornographic version of a girls’ school.
    “Alright. I promised an answer to Mary’s question. While I give it, I want to see you girls masturbating.”
    Kayla looked at Joanne. To her horror, she saw not shock on her fellow newcomer’s face, but amusement. Kayla looked at the second-gens across the circle. Their hands were already moving on their pussies, and Susan had put a second hand under her thigh to touch her anus. Her eyes, and Margaret’s eyes, were closed, but Mary’s were open, looking lustfully at the other women, clearly taking inspiration from their nakedness.
    Kayla looked at Marjorie, and to her blushing dismay saw that Marjorie, too, had begun to play with herself, rubbing her fingertips up and down her pussy-lips lightly, as she looked right at Kayla. “Why does Mary’s father fuck Mary’s mother after he spanks her?” she asked rhetorically, and in a rather dreamy way. “Go ahead and play with yourself, Kayla, please.”
    Kayla’s fists clenched at her sides. “You’ll be punished if you don’t—but not by me. Your guardian will handle you now, in such cases. You don’t want to go over his knee tonight, do you?”
    Marjorie’s words were greeted by whimpers from all around the circle. They were… they were thinking of Kayla getting spanked, while they played with themselves! Kayla looked from one to the other, and they were all looking back at her. She had to put a stop to it… Kayla fucking Lourcy wasn’t going to get punished because she refused to masturbate—she would fake it.
    She put her hand down, and found that to her horror Marjorie’s words had somehow made her pussy much more sensate than it had been in, well, a very long time. She moaned involuntarily.
    “That’s it,” Marjorie said.
    Kayla couldn’t help rubbing and moaning again, and then she closed her eyes, and she couldn’t stop, because she was thinking of the spanking she would get, sometime soon, for something.
    “No one likes to be punished,” Marjorie repeated, “but the way a good man—a man who knows what to do with girls like us—punishes a 1A expresses not just his domestic dominance, but his erotic dominance as well. A man who governs you in bed, with his cock,” There were giggles at the play on words, in and among the sighs and moans of six masturbating girls, “almost always gets hard when he punishes you. As you get used to belonging to him, being a 1A means that you will be very happy that he wants you that way, after he teaches you the lesson you need; most of the time, you won’t want to have his cock inside you, taking you hard and fast, right then after he has strapped you or paddled you, especially if he takes your bottom, as is his right, and as many men like to do after a spanking.”
    “Why?” gasped Susan. Kayla’s eyes flew open; across the circle, Susan’s middle finger was probing at her bottom-hole gently, now.