Once I’d been whipping Mon’s ass, just because he’d ?accidentally? taped some radio music over my precious Green Day. He’d said when I got on...him about it ?Why don’t you whip my ass then?? I’d grabbed Monson by the arm, and threw him across the couch, yanking down his cargo pants and his drawers, and I’d really given it to him hard with the Spencer paddle thing.Then I had Mon stand in front of me, with his pants down around his ankles, and I tied a cord around his cock and balls, and began. I have information from Earth that I have compared with events on Rehome, and the similarities have intrigued me.”“That sounds like the sort of curiosity that has to be explained, Ebenezer.”“To elucidate, sir: My darling Euphemia, whose hand I will take in marriage next week (along with my other darling, Isabella), brought me anecdotal news from Earth. Several of her friends who are in the nursing profession had noted a startling improvement associated with unattached girls giving birth at the. She groaned and rolled over onto her stomach. I barely got my hand out before she trapped it under her.As she rolled over, I felt her leg move out and bump against mine. That was promising. I placed my hand on the small of her back and began a light massage, moving down to her buttocks. I gently squeezed and stroked first one side, then the other, lightly pulling to open them. That always turned her on when she was awake. I noticed her breathing change, less deep and picking up its rhythm. That. The sudden pain in my belly was awful, quick, and over as fast as it had started. If I hadn't been before, I was certain now that the ball would have to go. The password prompt was still there and I typed in "Pavlov" this time to see what would happen. I hit 'enter' and then I hit the floor, blinded with a gut-wrenching pain. I struggled to my feet again to look at the screen. A new mesage was displayed."Pavlov32 is active. Obey programmed instructions or enter valid password to access and.