The sight sent wetness flowing so greatly in Kayla’s own pussy that she was sorely tempted to do the same thing. Susan had asked the question that Kayla desperately wanted to ask.
Marjorie didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she gave a little whimper as she delicately put two fingers inside herself. Then she said, “Because it makes… him… feel dominant. And, as I said, the real answer is that a man fucks his wife… after a spanking, because he wants to, and not because she does.”
Kayla realized that she was coming: the terrible idea that when she was married, here on Draco, her husband, whether after a spanking or not, would simply have her, fuck her, take her, because that was his right, as her husband… even if he wanted to have her bottom. It pushed her over the edge and she cried out, hearing the others do the same around her.
“Very good,” Marjorie said. “We’re done. Now, there are also specialized classes that I, and some of the other 1As of the colony, teach. They cover specific ways of pleasing your husband. Your guardians now, and someday soon I hope your husbands, will decide whether they’re appropriate for you. This is the end of what we might call your basic training in what it means to be 1A.”
Chapter Six
The next time Patrick saw Kayla was a week later. Her muscle tone had begun to return, so they took a walk, clutching coffee from the admin café, as they both now called it, like every other resident of Draco. When Patrick realized that he had said, “Let’s get coffee at the admin,” and Kayla had made a face, but said, “Okay—it’s not like I’m ever going to have a half-caf no-foam again,” he knew that they were truly on their way to being real Draconians. They sat on a bench on the town green. The carefully planted trees were not tall—the oldest of them being only about fifteen years old—but they did make Patrick think of home, and they did provide a little bit of shade from the hot sun. Draco was a hot planet, and though that meant energy in such abundance that as long as they kept the battery arrays in order no one need ever want, and true prosperity was just around the corner, it also meant covering up, and lots of sunscreen, always.
Or staying indoors, which was most Draconians’ solution, since there was always so much work to be done. Still, there were a few other people on the town green, enjoying a little time off.
The terraforming had begun right here, and there was even a statue of Kayla’s father at the very center. The first vegetative ecosystem had covered 100 square kilometers, with the first hydroponics farms on the outskirts of that Zone 1, as it was called. The atmosphere had required extensive modification, and still wasn’t as favorable as it could be to plants from earth—which was why food gardens grew in domes, with air filters. These trees, and the thousands of others throughout Zone 1, had been raised on the hydroponics farms and gradually acclimatized to the different mix of gases in the terraformed atmosphere. The grass on the town green was the result of ten years of composting in the farms; it had been planted three years before and was still the only open-air grass on Draco, though Zones 3 and 4, spreading out in concentric circles from Zone 1, now had trees.
And at the heart of it all, the town green, next to the admin building. From it radiated out the first grid-laid streets, lined by the modular buildings with their boxy lightweight, ultra-strong titanium frames and their renewable wall panels, made of wood-pulp composite. There were a few nostalgic looking houses now, built in the log-cabin style with composite ‘logs’—Patrick had seen them as he had tagged along with an engineering unit as it made its rounds, while he tried to get a feel for how things worked. Those houses were far out in Zone 3, though, where their builders hoped to have real farms someday, when a critical biomass for such luxuries as heirloom
Marjorie didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she gave a little whimper as she delicately put two fingers inside herself. Then she said, “Because it makes… him… feel dominant. And, as I said, the real answer is that a man fucks his wife… after a spanking, because he wants to, and not because she does.”
Kayla realized that she was coming: the terrible idea that when she was married, here on Draco, her husband, whether after a spanking or not, would simply have her, fuck her, take her, because that was his right, as her husband… even if he wanted to have her bottom. It pushed her over the edge and she cried out, hearing the others do the same around her.
“Very good,” Marjorie said. “We’re done. Now, there are also specialized classes that I, and some of the other 1As of the colony, teach. They cover specific ways of pleasing your husband. Your guardians now, and someday soon I hope your husbands, will decide whether they’re appropriate for you. This is the end of what we might call your basic training in what it means to be 1A.”
Chapter Six
The next time Patrick saw Kayla was a week later. Her muscle tone had begun to return, so they took a walk, clutching coffee from the admin café, as they both now called it, like every other resident of Draco. When Patrick realized that he had said, “Let’s get coffee at the admin,” and Kayla had made a face, but said, “Okay—it’s not like I’m ever going to have a half-caf no-foam again,” he knew that they were truly on their way to being real Draconians. They sat on a bench on the town green. The carefully planted trees were not tall—the oldest of them being only about fifteen years old—but they did make Patrick think of home, and they did provide a little bit of shade from the hot sun. Draco was a hot planet, and though that meant energy in such abundance that as long as they kept the battery arrays in order no one need ever want, and true prosperity was just around the corner, it also meant covering up, and lots of sunscreen, always.
Or staying indoors, which was most Draconians’ solution, since there was always so much work to be done. Still, there were a few other people on the town green, enjoying a little time off.
The terraforming had begun right here, and there was even a statue of Kayla’s father at the very center. The first vegetative ecosystem had covered 100 square kilometers, with the first hydroponics farms on the outskirts of that Zone 1, as it was called. The atmosphere had required extensive modification, and still wasn’t as favorable as it could be to plants from earth—which was why food gardens grew in domes, with air filters. These trees, and the thousands of others throughout Zone 1, had been raised on the hydroponics farms and gradually acclimatized to the different mix of gases in the terraformed atmosphere. The grass on the town green was the result of ten years of composting in the farms; it had been planted three years before and was still the only open-air grass on Draco, though Zones 3 and 4, spreading out in concentric circles from Zone 1, now had trees.
And at the heart of it all, the town green, next to the admin building. From it radiated out the first grid-laid streets, lined by the modular buildings with their boxy lightweight, ultra-strong titanium frames and their renewable wall panels, made of wood-pulp composite. There were a few nostalgic looking houses now, built in the log-cabin style with composite ‘logs’—Patrick had seen them as he had tagged along with an engineering unit as it made its rounds, while he tried to get a feel for how things worked. Those houses were far out in Zone 3, though, where their builders hoped to have real farms someday, when a critical biomass for such luxuries as heirloom
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