Ninth of nine parts.
Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger
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Judy
I looked in on David occasionally Tuesday night as he read my diary extracts and then played the sensie I'd given him, a little surprised that he didn't think he had any homework to do. When Hubba told me David was going to bed, I put his vid up on my wallscreen and started the sensie feed to learn what reaction he'd had.
He was very mad at me!
I couldn't quite get the details from his surface thoughts, but I noticed an undercurrent that he thought I wasn't a trustworthy psychological agent! After he got undressed for bed, he glared defiantly at the room monitors and made his erection go down, as if to say that I wasn't worth getting an erection for.
I was quite hurt by his attitude, coming just as I'd thought David and I were becoming close. I hadn't even punished him today -- just duplicated his masturbation fantasy and gotten him off! Why was he so mad at me? But by the time I thought of asking David, he was asleep, so it looked like I'd have to wait until I saw him the next day. Then I realized that was stupid and activated David's room speakers, putting him in Deep O-Mode before he even woke up properly. I found out what was bothering him, and some of it was a mistake: he thought I was whipping him as hard as I could within training parameters, and that I'd forced him to a dangerous Arousal level!
Some of what he'd figured out was true though. He'd learned from my sensie how much I enjoyed punishing him, and he was very angry about it. I'd never tried to keep that a secret from him of course, and he hadn't been mad about it before! He'd also figured out that I masturbated between his first and second whipping round, since he could feel how wet I was afterward. It was stupid of me not to realize he'd notice that. He'd also guessed I was playing his sensie while I masturbated, experiencing his sore bottom to turn myself on. I had to admit that I could understand how he'd resent that!
The only lesson he'd taken from reading my diary extracts was that I was messed up psychologically myself, and must be unqualified to be his psychological agent. That part really upset me, since I'd thought David was going to be sympathetic when he learned about my ordeal as a young girl. Instead he'd just decided I was incompetent to be in charge of him.
So I was kind of depressed in school on Wednesday. David missed his regular lunch in the cafeteria to avoid me, and when I got home after school he was in my apartment wearing his punishment shorts again. I told him I knew he was mad at me, and tried to let him talk his feelings out, but when he compared what I was doing to what Caspar did to me, I couldn't keep from crying. At least he retracted that when I appealed to his fairness, but then he pointed out I'd never thought of him as a real person while I was punishing him. I realized that was probably true and felt kind of bad about it, but I made it clear that I thought of him as a person at other times.
At the end, he sounded more mature than I'd expected, saying he wanted to try to keep his dignity even when I whipped him, and asking me not to degrade him the way I'd been doing by teasing him. I thought that was a reasonable request, so I agreed. I was kind of angry myself by then, and I tried to be careful not to take it out on David. In fact I leaned over backward to be fair about the whipping he had coming. When it was over, David was determined not to ask me to get him off and started putting on his clothes without speaking. I wanted to clarify my own feelings at that point, and I told him I wasn't going to get him off anyway until he stopped thinking of me as his enemy; I was glad Hubba concurred that I should do that, because it was certainly what I felt.
I didn't feel at all like masturbating when I got into my bedroom. I was somewhat aroused from David's session, but I was too upset at what he'd said to do anything about it. I decided that I needed to seek some advice.
I said, "Zapraddy. Phone Linda Fechtenbaum," and got a personalized message she'd left for me, with a schedule lookup. The message said she'd be phoning me back in a little less than two hours, so I filled in the time re-editing the sensie I'd given David, using Hubba to locate the parts I'd left out in the first version, showing how I'd protected him during the session.
When the phone beeped my tune I saw Linda on the other end, and plunged right in.
"I, uh, had some bad experiences when I was growing up, from the time I was fifteen until I was almost seventeen," I said quickly. "My Stepfather used to punish me whenever my Mom was away. It was obviously sexual, and when my Mom found out, she divorced him and he got criminal conditioning. I had a year of Deep Therapy, and I'm supposed to be cured now, but what I'm worried about is that I might be unfit to be David's psychological agent. Can you tell me?"
"Huh!" Linda said, looking startled, but already working at her console. After a minute, she said, "Well, that's probably where you get your high S&M index, but that's not considered a psychological problem unless it goes too far, and it doesn't in your case." Then Linda put up some graphical displays in split-screen.
"This is from your school record," she said. "It takes extremely complex analysis to get this result, so you don't have to worry about non-qualified people seeing it, but two to a three and a half years ago on this time-scale you were obviously undergoing some traumatic events. Then, uh . . . a bit over two years, that stopped and you had a lot of healing input. It's difficult to see any remaining trauma now -- there might be some, but it would be trivial, and I'm sure you've been trained to root something like that out as soon as you notice it, right?"