Assigned a Guardian (4 page)

Then the doctor put his arm around her waist and started to smack her bottom with his open hand. “Kayla,” he said, “listen to me.”

“Ow!” He spanked hard and quick, five times—ten. Having his masculine arm around her like that seemed to change the character of the whole thing in a way Kayla couldn’t define. She forced back the thought that Lydia had awakened in her—about how social definition could be helpful. How could this be helpful?

The doctor paused. “People like me are here to take care of you. Lydia is here to take care of you. Even Marjorie Leary is here to take care of you, as hard a time as you had the other day.”

Did everyone know about that? Of course everyone must. Kayla felt her face grow hot.

He held her tight around the waist, but he didn’t spank her again. “Here on Draco, we have to do what we’re supposed to do, or we’re not going to make it. The time I’ve just had to spend disciplining you is time I could have been helping another patient. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

What the hell was this emotion Kayla was feeling? Remorse? She bit her upper lip and shoved it down, but when she said, “Yes,” she did mean it, a little bit.

“Are you going to get your feet in the stirrups now?”

“Yes.”

If Kayla thought that the spanking had been humiliating, the exam was ten times more so. Once she had her feet in the stirrups, the doctor snapped on rubber gloves. Then he sat on his wheeled stool, between her legs, and brusquely lifted up the front of the hospital gown to reveal Kayla’s pussy. He looked at her down there and said matter-of-factly, though not without kindness, “Alright, Kayla, part of this exam is to inform you of administration policies regarding sex, and how they apply to you in light of what I find in my examination. So I’m going to start by conducting a visual and tactile examination of your vagina and your anus.” As he spoke, he spread lubricant on his gloved fingers.

Kayla bit her lower lip. “Okay,” she said, trying to be compliant.

“You’ve had gynecological exams before, I know,” he said, as he began to palpate Kayla’s pussy in a way that seemed unfamiliar and very, very unwelcome.

“Yes…”

“I’m afraid that this exam is different, because of the special requirements of the Basic Law.”

Kayla realized, to her horror, that the doctor was actually trying to arouse her, and unfortunately not doing a bad job of it. She made a little whimpering sound.

“Just relax,” he said. “I can see you’ve had intercourse, and are nice and open down here. One of the things we have to do today is take your sexual history. Go ahead and start telling me about how you lost your virginity.”

“What?” Kayla gasped. “What are you doing?”

Nurse Lydia said gently, “The public health policy of the administration makes it necessary for women’s sexual histories to be kept and carefully guarded.”

The doctor continued as he kept stroking her, now and then inserting a finger inside, clearly with the intent of arousing her much more than of examining her. “Children are such an important part of ensuring our future here on Draco that the administration has decided that as a measure to ensure family harmony, marriages will be screened according to women’s erotic proclivities. It’s been instrumental in bringing the birth rate up to pair men with high testosterone counts to women with strong sex drives.”

Kayla felt her fists clenching along her sides. It shouldn’t be arousing. It just shouldn’t. But something about the shame, the spanking, and the doctor’s anatomically informed skill, was making her body respond to this horrible ‘examination.’

“How old were you when you had intercourse for the first time?” Lydia asked. “It will help you relax for the doctor if you focus on that, as long as it was a positive experience. Was it a positive experience?”

“Y-yes,” Kayla stammered. “Oh, please…”

“I’m afraid this is part of my job,” the doctor said. He turned to Lydia. “Solid ten on contraction,” he said. She made a little note on her tablet.

“What does that mean?” Kayla asked desperately.

“It means your vagina is healthy,” the doctor said reassuringly. “When it’s time for you to have sex, you and your partner are going to enjoy yourselves greatly. To put it another way, from the administration’s perspective, you’re a catch. Now do please answer Lydia’s question.”

He reached for something in a drawer behind him, and Kayla saw the shape of it. “What’s that?” she asked in a panic.

“I’m afraid it’s just what you think it is, honey,” Lydia said. The doctor pressed a button, and the air was filled with a faint hum.

“You’re going to have an orgasm for me now, Kayla,” he said. “We need to make sure your arousal cycle completes properly, and we need to determine how far along you are toward multi-orgasm.”

“Have you had multiple orgasms, ever?” Lydia asked sympathetically.

Kayla shook her head.

Lydia smiled. “Best part of the Basic Law,” she said.

Kayla had focused on the vibrator, with its long part and its short part. She had only ever tried a vibrator once, and had found herself too embarrassed to do it again, even in private, but she still remembered the strength of the orgasm she had had.

The doctor laughed and gently rubbed the long part of the buzzing vibrator up and down Kayla’s pussy-lips, so that she cried out. “What? What’s… the best part?”

“The administration promotes multi-orgasm as a social policy,” Lydia said. “Why don’t you tell me about your first intercourse, now?”

Now the doctor had the toy—instrument, whatever—inside her, and the little part came up against her clit, and the words came out in a rush. “College… got fancy… fancy hotel room for—oh, God—me and boyfriend…”

“And how old were you?”

“Ah! Nineteen! Oh, please…”

“Did it hurt?”

“N-not very much. Oh, God, doctor, please, please…”

“What position?”

“Just, um, regular… missionary… but then… ah… he had me get on top…” At the memory, the lovely memory of Michael Fulton in the room at the Ritz, of riding his cock to the first sex-induced orgasm of her life, Kayla came.

And the way the doctor knew how to use that infernal vibrator, or maybe some effect of the weakness in her muscles from the cryo, made the orgasm so incredibly powerful that Kayla screamed in pleasure as she had never screamed before—though Michael had fondly designated her a screamer after they had made love at the Ritz.

And then he didn’t take the vibrator away, though she begged, “Oh, it… it happened… please…”

Lydia said, “We want to see if it will happen again, Kayla. Have you had anal sex?”

Just the question, the silly, shameful question, made Kayla come again. “No!” she shouted, gasping, in the midst of her climax.

“But you fantasize about it?”

The shudders began to leave her. “Yes,” she moaned.

The doctor shut off the vibrator. “Solid ten there, too,” he said. Lydia made a note. Kayla felt like she could barely even see them, her body was still shaking so violently from the two orgasms.

“I never…”

“I know,” the doctor said. “That’s why we do this exam. You can expect to have a lot of suitors, Kayla.”

“Wh-what does that mean?”

The doctor replied matter-of-factly, “You’re in the top tenth when it comes to sexual responsiveness. A lot of men with high testosterone levels are looking for that.”

Kayla’s jaw dropped. “But how will they know?”

“Your scores will be posted, completely anonymously, along with an outline of your interests, and you’ll screen the suitors with the help of your guardian. You’ll only meet the ones you think you might like.”

Kayla felt her cognitive function returning, under the stimulus of this horrifying, fascinating information. “So… it’s like a marriage market?” Her eyes felt as wide as saucers.

“I suppose you could call it that,” Lydia conceded. “But even the administration won’t be able to link these results with your name—only the suitors you select will ever know who you are.”

The doctor took out a plastic speculum. “I’m going to finish up your exam now, while Lydia takes the rest of your sexual history.”

Kayla’s head swiveled from him to the nurse. The clinical way they spoke of Kayla’s erotic life seemed to cast a humiliating sort of spell over her: life on Draco involved Kayla’s pussy and bottom being placed at the disposal of the colony’s greater good, their manner said, and Kayla had better get used to it.

As the doctor poked and prodded in the usual way—Kayla actually felt some distress that this part of the exam, the part that she had hated back on Earth more than nearly anything else in the world, now seemed reassuringly normal—Lydia continued to ask the most embarrassing possible questions.

“Did you have sex often with that man?”

“We… I mean, we dated for, um, four years.”

“Did you have sex often?”

“What kind of…”

“Kayla,” the doctor said with a sigh, “if I have to spank you again, I won’t hesitate.”

“Yes, fine, damn it. Um, yes, a lot.”

The doctor returned to spreading Kayla’s pussy wide with the speculum.

“Ow!”

“How often?”

Kayla gave a little sob. “Five times a week?”

“Were you faithful to him?”

“What?”

The doctor was putting the speculum in Kayla’s anus now. She felt her cheeks grow hot with shame, especially since she had just admitted to fantasizing about anal sex. As he opened her up there to look inside Kayla’s most private, most shameful place, she imagined, as she had so many times, what it would be like if a man told her he wanted to put his cock there. She couldn’t help wondering if the high-testosterone Draconian men who wanted to date her would tell her over dinner that they intended to fuck her up her aristocratic ass—after first having come in her pussy to help the birthrate, of course. At the mental image, she moaned, which made her blush even hotter.

“Did you have intercourse with anyone else while you were dating the man who took your virginity?”

Kayla stared at her. “I refuse to answer that. Ow!”

The doctor had given her a sharp spank on her upper thigh, while he still held the speculum open inside her anus. “Kayla,” he said, “please try to be helpful. It’s for your own good, and for the good of the colony.”

Kayla felt an angry blush rise. “Okay, yes, damn it. I had sex with another guy, once. I was drunk, and he was hot. Is that what you want to hear? I regretted it; I’ve always regretted it. It was Michael’s roommate.”

“Did you orgasm with the roommate?”

Kayla felt like screaming. How could this nice-seeming nurse be doing this to her? “Yes.”

“Did the roommate have you in any positions you hadn’t tried with your boyfriend?”

“How could you possibly know that? Yes… he… I wanted to try doggy-style.”

Lydia at last let her clinical demeanor fall a bit. “It’s a pattern,” she said.

“Oh.”

“How many partners after that?”

Kayla could breathe a sigh of relief. “None,” she said. “I didn’t have time for it, with my father dying and everything.” Lydia gave a sympathetic and, Kayla thought, approving smile. To her irritation, Kayla realized that that smile made her feel good.

The doctor said, “I’m sorry I had to discipline you, Kayla. You seem like a good girl, underneath your anxiety.” The doctor took off his gloves and dropped them in the bin. “Good luck in your life on Draco. I hope to see you again some time.”

Lydia squeezed her hand before she left. “You can go ahead and get dressed and go back to the women’s wing.”

Chapter Four

Patrick knocked on the door with the card that had ‘Kayla Lourcy’ pinned to it. After his conversation with Joe Moscone, the burly hydroponic farmer assigned by Marjorie Leary as Kayla’s guardian, Patrick knew what he had to try to do. He just had very little faith in his ability to do it.

Joe was a nice, easygoing guy, but he had made it clear to Patrick that Marjorie had indeed chosen him because he believed in using a firm hand.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he told Patrick. “I spank hard, and I don’t hesitate to use my punishment strap. I don’t think anything else makes sense. You need to tell Kayla that she’s not gonna get any leeway with me at all. If she puts a toe out of line, she’s gonna have a long session with my strap, and she’s not gonna be sitting down for the next couple days after that.”

“That sounds like you’ve done this before,” Patrick said.

“Yup,” Joe said matter-of-factly. “Before I married Frannie, eight years ago, I was the guardian for two girls who both got married. Since Frannie died last year, I’ve been taking care of two more—girls from the second generation. One of them is about to get married. The other will probably be with me a while; she’s going for an academic career and doesn’t think about men much.”

“Do you have to discipline them often?”

“Nope. The academic one—Shelly’s her name—I’ve never had to discipline at all. Only had to strap Kirsten once—that’s the one who’s marrying a truck driver in a month. Good guy, and a very good match in the bedroom.”

Patrick felt his brow furrow. Joe spread his hands. “Look, I didn’t make the Basic Law, but getting rid of some of the 20th-century romance nonsense? Not a bad thing, in my book. I think you’ll be surprised how much more honest people are about sex here on Draco. Frannie and I got matched up because we both had mid-range sex drives and we both liked to cuddle and spend time outdoors. I asked her out, we went on a few dates, we liked each other. We had eight wonderful years, and four cute children I’m looking for a nice girl to help me raise now.”

“Kayla?” Patrick asked, before he could stop himself.

Joe guffawed. “No! Not a chance! I mean, I haven’t seen her exam results yet, but I can already tell she’s too much woman for me.” Joe had met Kayla briefly right before he had coffee with Patrick. He turned serious then. “I have a feeling she needs a man who doesn’t just have a firm hand, but really wants to push her to achieve. She can’t be an executive here—not only because she’s a woman, but because we don’t really have executives on Draco. Managers, yes, but managers here are hands-on guys. They have to be, or they’ll be out of a job. I do think she can find some intellectual work to do, though, after she’s started a family with her husband and settles down a bit.”