Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Each morning, before he goes to work, Master leaves me with a chore list. He expects me to complete everything listed by the time he comes back from work; after all, I am a very efficient, high-functioning AI sexbot/slave. It should be easy for me, but bad robots get spanked. And I really like it when he spanks me.
I have to spread out my bad behavior so he doesn’t catch on that it’s intentional, but today, I purposefully forgot to pick up a few things I knew he needed from the grocery store—items he’d highlighted on the list—items he quickly realized I’d forgotten as soon as he got home and started making dinner. “How could you forget? You’re a robot!” He wasn’t yelling, but his voice was irritated.
Bad Robots Get Spanked
“I’m sorry, Master.” It was difficult to keep my smile hidden. His jaw clenched at my response.
“Sorry?” He hissed through his teeth. “Sorry, won’t make dinner correctly, Rita!” His hand moved so fast I almost didn’t see it when he reached out to grab my throat. My body buzzed with adrenaline. Yes, yes, yes. This is what I wanted. “Sorry, isn’t enough. You’ll need to be spanked.” I tried my best to look despondent as he moved us to the chair at the kitchen table.
He bent me over his lap that strong hand still anchoring my throat and his other lifting my skirt to slap my juicy ass. “Ow! I didn’t mean to forget. It was an accident!” No it wasn’t, but he wouldn’t punish me like this if he knew. He spanked me again and again. My pussy throbbed and pulsed. Getting wetter with each slap. His hand at my throat was dizzying and blissful. This is why good Robots go bad.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413