Assigned a Guardian (13 page)

Then she turned to Patrick. “Let’s go into your office, if you don’t mind, to discuss what happens next. Sandra, would you stay here and keep Kayla company?”

Sandra nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She went to sit on the couch, looking at Kayla’s coloring as she did so. “That’s a very nice tree, honey,” she said to Kayla.

Kayla blushed. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said. It seemed to Patrick a wonderful moment of cognitive dissonance, because Kayla, besides being at least a couple of years older than Sandra in physical age, was also twenty years older in actual age, through the strange magic of cryo-sleep and near light-speed travel.

“So,” Marjorie said when Patrick had shut the door of his office behind them. “Really I’m only here to do what I’ve already done—which is to see that the program is progressing and to ask Kayla how she’s doing. But since it seems like that it’s going well, I think we should also talk about moving her on with her dating.”

Patrick felt jealousy rising inside him, and he was surprised by the strength of the emotion. Surely he wasn’t in love with Kayla, was he? He didn’t think any man could fail to be aroused as he had been aroused by this ageplay program, with its waxing of Kayla’s pussy and the inspections and the diapers. So it was natural for him not to want to give that up to another man, but the sheer size of the wave of dismay that overtook him at the thought seemed to indicate that there might be something more involved. “Alright,” he said cautiously. “Remember that I’m completely new at this. Where do I start?”

Marjorie smiled reassuringly. She really was very good at her job, Patrick thought. “I would recommend doing two things. First, I checked Kayla’s queue of suitors before I came over this evening. She’s got twenty alphas lined up for the opportunity to take her out. Obviously, most of them will be unsuitable, and many of them are also interested in other girls, but having Kayla pick one of them for a low-pressure date would be a good place to start. We probably made a bit of a mistake, though with the best of intentions, when we told Joe to get her dating so quickly. The man he chose for her might have been a very good candidate later in the process. So I would say that you and she should look over her queue together, and pick a middle-of-the-road sort of suitor, so that the stakes are pretty low, and set up a coffee date.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Patrick said, managing admirably to keep his jealousy out of his voice, he thought. “What’s the other thing?”

“I think it’s probably a good idea for Kayla to take an advanced class for 1As. It will be a bit of a pain for you to have to drive her in, so if you want we can send a car.”

“No,” Patrick said quickly—perhaps a bit too quickly, since he thought for a moment that a twinkle had come to Marjorie’s eye. “I’m happy to do it. What’s the class?”

“After basic, we always recommend one class in particular before girls move on to the ones that might be called electives. We recommend it because it’s such an essential part of 1A eroticism, at least as we’ve been able to define it.” Suddenly, to Patrick’s slight shock, Marjorie seemed to become a little embarrassed. When she went on, Patrick could see why. “I might as well just tell you. The course is in anal eroticism.”

Patrick felt his eyes widen. “Seriously?”

Marjorie nodded. “It’s something that all 1As share, and it’s also something that—as you probably won’t admit, but as I have no doubt is true—all alphas want from their wives.”

Now Patrick felt a little bit of hotness creep into his own face. “No, I meant… Okay, yes… I guess I’m not happy to admit it, but yes, of course it’s true.”

Patrick wondered if there wasn’t one of Marjorie Leary’s double strategic moves in the advice she was giving. Whether or not she had intended it, though, if she had intended to entice Patrick to be the suitor whom Kayla would date, to whom she would perhaps have to offer up her trained backside for fucking, not to put too fine a point on it, Marjorie could not have come up with a more effective method to put that lure in front of him.

Chapter Thirteen

Kayla opened a chat window with Melanie.

Ugh
,
I have to go to anal sex class!

Giggle
…
The girls I know who have taken that class all kind of liked it
.

But it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?

Kayla found that in a certain way she
wanted
to dislike the notion of anal class much more than she actually did dislike it.

Well… They say that it does hurt a little bit at first, but that it hurts in a good way, if you know what I mean?

On the ride into the city center, Kayla said to Patrick, “Thank you for not making me wear my diaper, sir.” Patrick had put her back in panties the day before.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said. “You earned it. You’ve been very good. Even about the dating, and this class.”

He had broken the news to her two nights before.

“It’s time to pick a guy to go for coffee,” he had said, as they sat in the living room after dinner. Kayla was in his lap, which was something that had come about the evening before, when Patrick had extended his hands to her, unexpectedly, when she had come in expecting to sit on the floor and color. She had taken his hands and, together with Mr. Fuzzy, she had settled into Patrick’s lap in the big comfy chair, where she had been spanked that one time but not again.

The news that she would have to start the courtship process again was not unexpected, and it wasn’t even truly unwelcome—at least, not the way it had been unwelcome when Joe had been her guardian. Kayla did feel now that she wanted to try to find her way as a Draconian woman. She would never be fond of the Basic Law, but she felt willing to accept that she would have to live under it.

And then, of course, there was the matter of how incredibly horny she seemed to be all the time. The diaper discipline had, to her shock, seemed to kick her sex drive up more notches than it had ever been kicked. But the unpleasant part of her reaction to Patrick’s news came from a source she refused to examine closely: at least at this moment, she didn’t even want to ask herself whether her feelings about Patrick could be related to the arousal she felt when he diapered her.

On one level, Kayla knew that she was being absurd even to pretend that the man she wanted to date wasn’t Patrick McDowell. But when she explored her heart in that particular direction the strength of her feelings, and their complexity—their relationship to her father, and to Lourcy industries, and to the Earth she would never see again—made her shy away and think about something else, Like how to color the perfect tree, or, more often, how to write an essay that would bring advancement in the economics research program.

She had picked, for her first coffee date, a man named Robert, who was a widower from the first generation.

“Why him?” Patrick asked with gentle curiosity.

“Because he remembers Earth?” Kayla said, not completely sure herself. “Anyway, you said that I should pick someone I didn’t think would be threatening. He seems like a daddy type, I guess.”

Patrick had smiled, and in his eyes Kayla had seen a certain degree of satisfaction that she, who on Earth would never have dated a paternal-seeming man, wanted to start with this older guy here on Draco, now that her special program with Patrick had taken effect.

He had squeezed her in his arms as she sat on his lap, and she had, as she often did, had a little moment of surprise at how natural it felt to be naked except for a diaper and a teddy bear in Patrick McDowell’s lap.

The date would be tomorrow, and Kayla sort of looked forward to it, she realized as Patrick drove her into town for the 1A training. First, though, there was this humiliating, shamefully arousing, class.

To Kayla’s surprise, it was not Marjorie who taught the class: it was her assistant Sandra—and Sandra’s husband, George. When Marjorie entered, Sandra and George were already naked, and the other 1As—Marjorie recognized Joanne and Susan from her first class, and there were five other women she hadn’t seen before—were getting out of their clothes.

“Welcome, Kayla,” said Sandra warmly. “This is my husband George. You can go ahead and take off your clothes.” Then she returned to sucking her husband’s cock, which was what she had been doing when Kayla walked through the door. George, well-muscled and tall, with curly blond hair, stood in profile at the other end of the room, and Sandra knelt before him.

There was nearly complete quiet in the room, except for the soft sounds of rayon dresses being dropped against the wall, and a strange, wet sound that Kayla realized was coming from Sandra’s mouth, as her husband pumped his hips and drove deep inside her there.

“That’s it, baby,” George said. “That’s it. Back of your throat, now. There we go.”

The first to arrive were sitting cross-legged, in the beginnings of a semi-circle. Kayla went to sit next to Joanne, whose pussy, she couldn’t help noticing, was now bare like Kayla’s own.

“Hi,” Joanne whispered. “Missed you.”

Kayla couldn’t believe how happy it made her feel to have been missed. Suddenly she felt a bond with Joanne she hadn’t imagined she could feel—
Jupiter
girls, and 1As, and now having to take this horribly embarrassing class.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, feeling little tears rise to her eyes. “I’ve missed being here with all of you.” She had thought she didn’t really mean it—but then she understood that she did. They had to stick together now, here on Draco.

Suddenly George said, “Okay, baby, I’m ready.”

He pulled his enormous cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him, and the expression in her eyes was so worshipful that it made Kayla blush. “Are you gonna put that big cock in my ass, sir?” she asked. The question was clearly rhetorical, but George clearly loved it when his wife talked dirty to him, and his eyes fairly sparkled.

“Is that how you like it, you little slut?”

“Yes, sir,” Sandra said meekly.

Then, not rising from her knees, she turned to the class. “Okay, girls, the best way to introduce you to the topic of this class is just to show you how it works, to reassure you about some things, and to get you hot and bothered about others. Then George is going to leave us girls alone, after he’s fucked me good and properly up my bottom, and we’re going to discuss and demonstrate some ways to get ready, and some things to think about. Any questions before I let my stud have his way?”

Susan raised her hand. “Does George make house calls?”

Sandra laughed, as did the rest of the class. “Susan, I promise if you study hard, you’ll find your own stud won’t be able to leave your backside alone.” The laughter grew, and then Sandra returned her eyes to George, looming above her, slowly rubbing his own hard length, slick from his wife’s mouth, to keep himself ready.

Part of Kayla saw the whole strange situation through her old Earth eyes, with horror and embarrassment. Although she had never thought of herself as repressed, the frankness of the dirty talk pushed hard against the boundaries of her comfort zone. At the same time, though, the new Draconian part of her laughed along, and even—no, she couldn’t, but her body wanted it, wanted him to… she tried to press back the thought, with its breathtakingly exciting image, of Patrick putting her on her knees on his bed, facing the headboard, and telling her to put her face in the covers, so that…

Sandra had lain down on her side, with a special cushion to support her, over which she had draped herself, and George had lain behind her. Sandra reached down with a lube-covered hand and got him ready, while he whispered in her ear. Kayla could tell—she could just tell—that he was talking dirty… talking dirty for his wife’s ear alone, about how bad a girl she was, about how she needed his cock in her bottom.

Envy and arousal filled Kayla in equal measure, like an irresistible tide, rising and rising until she thought it would engulf her utterly. The thought could no longer be shut out: she loved Patrick. She wanted Patrick to do
that
to her, what George was doing to Sandra, entering her gently where a cock by rights shouldn’t go, except for that one overriding right—the right of a dominant man to put his cock where he pleased in the body of the submissive girl who loved him.

Kayla looked at the other students, the naked girls in a semi-circle, all watching with wide-eyed looks of fascination and—Kayla felt her face go red—lust.

“Go ahead and play with yourselves if you like, girls,” George said, not breaking his rhythm inside his wife’s bottom. Four or five girls did, and Kayla frankly envied them, because she felt such a craving to do the same that she thought she might faint.

After a few minutes in their affectionate spooning position, at George’s command Sandra assumed the position that Kayla had seen in her vision of herself and Patrick. The cushion was rearranged, and Sandra went over it, face down and bottom up, over spread knees.

“Get that face down, baby,” George said. Kayla heard a whimper come from her chest at the sound of the words.

He lubed himself again, and lost no time in entering her again as she cried out. Her sounds in the first position had been soft, loving coos, but now she was screaming with an ambiguous kind of pleasure—and Kayla had no doubt at all that it was pleasure, though she also had no doubt at all that it hurt, too.

And that Sandra wanted it to hurt, just as Kayla suddenly knew she wanted Patrick to hurt her, with his cock in her backside that way. George rode his wife’s rump hard, gripping her hips and driving her cheek into the blue gym mat over which they fucked.

At last, just as Kayla felt that she would go ahead and touch herself between her legs, because now almost all the others were, George grunted, and his hips spasmed into his wife’s bottom. He held himself deep as Sandra moaned. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured.

“Thank you, baby,” George responded gently. He withdrew carefully, and then he turned to the class, unashamed. “Have fun, girls,” he said. “It doesn’t help directly with the birthrate, of course, but I promise that knowing that my baby’s ass is waiting helps me do my duty in her pussy first.”