Assigned a Guardian (14 page)

Kayla thought she heard at least one aroused whimper at those words, and George smiled. He laid an affectionate hand on Sandra’s rear end. “See you at home, baby,” he said.

After he left, Sandra rose slowly and excused herself for a few moments to wash up. Then she came to sit in front of them.

“Questions?” she said simply.

“How much did it hurt your first time?’ a second-gen asked.

Sandra smiled. “Not very much. But let’s be honest. Is there anyone here who’s not hoping it will hurt?”

No one raised her hand.

After that came the butt plugs. Sandra brought out a box with enough blue bio-plastic plugs to go around, all of them rounded and tapered. The girls partnered up, and half of them went over cushions. Kayla partnered with Joanne.

Joanne said, before Kayla went over the cushion, “Kayla, I’m so sorry. We all know you don’t like it here.”

Kayla smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’m starting to like it better.”

“But… I mean, this class… And now I have to put this… there.”

“Hey,” Kayla said. “I’m a 1A, right? They didn’t get that wrong.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a little turned on right now.”

Joanne laughed and said, “Alright, then get your backside nice and high for me.”

Kayla did, and with the help of patience and lube, Joanne put the little bio-plastic plug in Kayla’s bottom. Meanwhile, Sandra encouraged them, telling them to visualize the muscles involved, and to remember that their bottoms were made to open, though they were also made to stay nice and tight.

After Kayla and the rest of the first group had their plugs in, everyone changed places, and Kayla got to lube an identical plug and push gently until Joanne took it inside. It felt very funny, of course, to do that to another girl, and it made Kayla a little lightheaded to see Joanne’s bare pussy glistening with arousal and to smell that arousal, too. But the ways of Draconian life seemed less foreign every day, and many of those ways—despite the atavism of the Basic Law—felt compellingly progressive to Kayla. To put a plug in a friend’s bottom, in pursuit of a fuller understanding of their undeniable erotic natures, didn’t seem to cross the lines Kayla was sure it would have crossed for her back on Earth.

No, what felt stranger to Kayla, having just realized she was in love with Patrick, was how she couldn’t stop wondering if Patrick would like to see her with her butt plug.

“Alright, girls,” Sandra said. “I want you to face outwards, so that you’re looking at the walls, on your knees with your faces down; the same position George told me to get into. This is the classic position of submission. As a 1A, you have it ingrained in your fantasy life already, almost certainly.”

Kayla blushed, thinking about what Patrick would think if he had the view of her bottom with her butt plug in it that Sandra did.

“The reason that this class comes right after basic training for 1As,” Sandra continued, “is so that you can think hard about how you feel right now. I’ll put it very simply: you have a need to be claimed by a man’s cock right where you have that butt plug. As George said, with regard to keeping the birthrate up, that presents a paradox. So to finish our class, I want to share with you something Senior Matron Leary said in this same class, when I took it a few years ago and she taught it. She said, ‘The man who comes in your backside wants all of you. He’s not going to be content unless he puts a lot of babies in your belly, too.’”

Titters ran through the oddly arrayed class at that.

Sandra said, “Okay, girls. You’re free to go. You may keep those plugs and take them home to practice with. Just remember to use proper hygiene, and don’t spare the lube!”

“Can we wear them out?” Kayla thought it was Susan’s voice who asked the same question Kayla had, but felt too shy to ask.

Sandra laughed. “Yes, you may wear them out.”

Kayla, too, decided to wear her own plug out, under her big-girl panties.

“You have a funny expression on your face,” said Patrick when Kayla came to find him in the admin café.

Kayla bent down to whisper in his ear, where he sat with his coffee. “I have a butt plug in my bottom, sir.”

Chapter Fourteen

Kayla seemed distant in the car on the way home through the tree-lined streets of Zones 1 and 2, despite the revelation about the butt plug, which had taken Patrick completely by surprise—if not in its content (since he had rather assumed that butt plugs would be part of the class in anal eroticism), certainly in its confidential, mock-innocent, half-salacious manner. Kayla had whispered the information as if she hoped it would have a lewd effect on her guardian.

So all the way back to his house, while Kayla looked out the window, Patrick tried to decide whether he should say what he had instantly wanted to say, when he heard about the plug. What he wanted to do definitely lay within his right as Kayla’s guardian, but it also seemed to him that it might put things on a footing that could present serious awkwardness unless he talked it over with Kayla. But to start that conversation from scratch would quite possibly ruin the moment that still seemed to hang between them—the moment of strange, unlimited potential that had hovered in the air since she whispered to him that she had a butt plug in her bottom.

He pulled into the driveway, they got out of the car, and walked to the door. Just as he was about to reach for the doorknob, Patrick made up his mind and turned to Kayla, who took an alarmed step back as he jolted her out of her reverie with what he was sure was the fierce look on his face.

“When we get inside,” he said, “you’re going to take off all your clothes and lie on your tummy on the bed. I need to get a look at that butt plug.”

A smile broke out on Kayla’s face. “Yes, sir,” she said. “I hoped you might want to.”

Five minutes later, his heart pounding in his ears, he walked toward Kayla’s room. She had left the door open, so as he approached, because of the way her bed was positioned, he had the view he wanted—the view he had been so hard about from the moment Kayla whispered in his ear. Kayla Lourcy’s shapely little bottom raised and offered. A blue dot, the flared end of the plug, growing as Patrick approached. The barest hint of her sweet pussy below, getting more definite as Patrick came closer.

He reached the end of her bed and stood looking down at the most arousing sight he had ever seen. Pink and white, little and naughty, golden-haired Kayla. Kayla, with her face turned away toward the wall, as if to let him have his eyes’ fill. His charge, his 1A, who had just learned to wear a butt plug and seemed to love it.

“Do you want to touch it?” Kayla whispered to the wall. “I’d like you to touch it, sir. If you want to.”

Patrick cleared his throat and reached his hand down. He had spanked this bottom, he told himself. He had waxed away the cute little hairs that had used to grow right next to where the blue plastic now emerged. Somehow though, it felt like something irrevocable would occur if—or when—his fingers came into contact with the plug and with the silky pink-white skin of Kayla’s round little bottom cheeks.

He stopped his hand, just for a moment, just to make it last, and said, “Kayla, I think if I touch this plug, it’s going to mean something new.”

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her cheek against the rayon coverlet. Rayon, the fabric of Draconian life, Patrick thought with a smile.

“Should we talk about it?” Patrick asked very softly.

“Can we talk later, Patrick?”

Patrick smiled. “Yes, but you should probably know one thing, before I touch the plug.”

“What?”

“I love you, Kayla.”

Though she had her head turned away, her smile was so wide that he could see it anyway. “I love you, too, sir,” she said.

He touched the plug lightly, then, but even that light touch, perhaps combined with the words they had just spoken, made Kayla whimper.

Then Patrick said, “I’m going to get undressed now, little Kayla. Then—” Could he really say what was in his mind? Before Draco these dominant desires had seemed destined never to be spoken, but now—now they were urgently needed, it seemed. “Then I’m going to fuck you, Kayla Lourcy.”

Kayla moaned, loud and long.

“I’m going to put my cock in your pussy, and we’re going to see what we can do to help the birthrate.”

“Oh, God, Patrick. Yes. Oh, my God.” To his delighted astonishment, Patrick saw Kayla move her hand between her legs and start to touch herself, rub her pussy, frantically and shamefully, crying out at her own touch. He spanked her—one hard spank on her right cheek—as he felt absolutely certain she wanted him to do.

“Get that hand off your little pussy, young lady. I’m in charge of your pleasure, and I will be from now on.”

“Oh, God.” Kayla complied, pulling her hand away, though Patrick saw with a smile that she managed to give her sweet clit just the tiniest wank as she did. She moaned, “Oh, sir… please… now—I need it now. I need your cock so much.”

Patrick dropped his jeans and his briefs, tugged his shirt over his head. Hard as a rock, he took hold of Kayla’s hips and pulled her toward the end of the bed, where he could stand, to get his cock inside her and thrust hard.

He rubbed her pussy, up and down, and she cried out in helpless pleasure.

“Is that nice, little Kayla?” he murmured. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, sir… so much… so much nicer than touching myself.”

Patrick thought of the first inspection, when he had told her to touch herself while she held the mirror.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Kayla,” he confessed. “And…” He brought the head of his cock to where it needed to go. “…this, too.”

Kayla gave a soft, happy cry at the feeling. Patrick held her hips, looking down at the cute blue plug nestling between the cheeks, just above where his cock had begun to enter her. He pushed, and found her tighter than he could ever have imagined.

“Oh, God,” Kayla moaned. “The plug… so… full, sir… fuck me, please…”

Patrick pushed harder, and her arousal made his entry into her velvet pussy so pleasurable that he groaned at the feeling. Kayla giggled. “Am I very tight, sir?” she asked.

“Oh, Kayla… yes… just like a little girl should be.”

She whimpered then at the naughtiness of his words; that cute little noise seemed to set him off, and he couldn’t help starting to thrust in and out, fucking her at last.

He had never imagined, really, that anything could feel as good as it felt to fuck Kayla Lourcy, dominantly, like that. He looked down at her, allowing all his desire for mastery to come out and to center in his thrusting cock. He heard her cry out with the fullness of her plug and her guardian’s big cock, claiming her, harder and harder. He fucked, and fucked, and fucked. Kayla began to whimper, “Thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you.”

Her gratitude seemed to raise his arousal even higher.
Yes,
his dominance said.
Yes, you should be grateful. My cock is a gift I give you, and soon my seed will—

He started to come, harder than he thought he had ever come. His muscles tightened so much he thought he might lose his balance.

“Play with yourself. Now,” he commanded. “Come for me, little girl.”

And she obeyed, and the sight made Patrick’s orgasm rise even higher: his cock shot his seed deep inside the girl he loved, and somehow the idea that maybe he had made a baby there also increased the pleasure. He would put a child in Kayla’s belly if he wanted; she belonged to him, now.

Just as the spasms left Patrick’s legs, Kayla screamed out her own pleasure, and he felt her pussy contracting around his still-hard cock.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing her bottom and naughtily wiggling the plug there. “Oh, sweet Kayla.” Her orgasm seemed so violent that he wondered if it actually hurt, as absurd as that seemed. She writhed and sobbed with pleasure, over her little bed, still frantically rubbing her clit, his cock, his balls, her clit again.

At last it was over, and she lay there limp, looking so thoroughly spent that Patrick had to smile.

“Are you ready to come to my bed?” he asked softly, bending next to the bed by her face, which she had finally turned to him though she remained in the wonderful submissive pose in which he had first found her when he had come to see the butt plug, fifteen minutes and what seemed like ages ago.

“Mm-hmm,” she said dreamily, closing her eyes.

Patrick stood, scooped her up off the bed, and carried her to his own. He laid her down upon it. Then he pulled the covers back on the other side—Kayla’s side from now on, he thought with a smile—picked her up again and laid her down there, and covered her up.

Through the whole process, Kayla’s eyes remained closed and the dreamy smile stayed on her lips.

“Are you going to get in, too?” she asked forlornly, still without opening her eyes.

“Of course,” Patrick said, and did, sliding under the covers on his own side.

“Oh, good.” Her eyes opened at last and looked into his. “Sir?”

“Yes, young lady?”

“May I keep my plug in?”

Patrick laughed. “Yes, young lady. You certainly may.” He reached down under the covers and gave it a little wiggle.

“Oh! That’s mean!” Her face puckered adorably.

“Not if I say it’s not.”

Kayla giggled. “Okay. It’s nice.” They looked at each other silently for a long moment. Finally Kayla said, “So I guess Marjorie Leary was right.” She sighed.

“Well, yes,” Patrick replied. “What about, in particular?”

“Sandra said that Marjorie told her, at her own anal class, that the man who wants to fuck you in your ass also wants to put a baby in your belly.”

Patrick laughed.

“So, um,” Kayla said, suddenly seeming shy, “do you want to?”

“Get you pregnant?” Patrick looked back at her seriously. “Yes,” he said, “I do.”

“Oh—well, I kind of assumed that,” Kayla said. She looked meaningfully into Patrick’s eyes. “I, um, meant the other thing.”

Patrick felt his eyes widen. Despite everything Draconian sexuality had already demonstrated to him, sometimes it still seemed rather remarkable. “Yes,” he said softly, “I do.”