Genomic Screening

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

James reviewed the end-of-the-week inventory figures for his kitchen and bath boutique when his implant alerted him to the entry of a customer.  This alert was not set for every customer that walked through his door—his sales associates would handle the typical customer—his implant only alerted him to those special few who met a certain, highly selective profile.

Genomic scanners were not uncommon at the entryways of upscale shops these days.  Ever since the infancy of that science in the early 21^st century, people realized their potential value in identifying susceptibility to specific diseases.  It was not long until personality characteristics, both latent and overt, were also well identified in the genomic makeup.

Many shop owners scanned their customers to identify those who might have a tendency for sticky fingers, and tagged them electronically for more intense monitoring by the store’s security systems.  The practice was not widely publicized (it was frowned on by civil libertarians), but resultant reductions in pilferage more than compensated shop owners for the expense and hassle of purchasing and maintaining discrete scanning systems.

James’ had enhanced his system to go much further in checking for certain selective genetic and biologic factors—factors catering to his specific appetites.  He boasted more than a dozen discrete receivers/transmitters in his scanning suite tuned to provide a detailed picture of every customer who came through his door.

What interested James were specific clusters of genomic indicators: those associated with shyness; the willingness to take chances; a submissive personality; a sense of personal responsibility and guilt; an above average susceptibility to outside influence, and, of course, those which determined a person’s gender and sexuality.

Great strides have been made in the behavioral sciences and the study of the human genome, and while genetics is not the only factor that molds human personality, it is certainly a dominant contributor.  James invested a great deal of time and money into understanding and profiting from these advances, and he did not stop with just genetic scanning.  Customers who entered James’ establishment were discretely exposed to a wide range of sensors and analyzers, including sniffers tuned to capture pheromones and even approximate time since the last sexual encounter. Optical scanners judged age, general appearance, signs of marital status, etc.

It was all very technical, and even James didn’t understand all the details, but he did have a clear picture of what he wanted.  What James looked for—what he invested so much money into and set his alarms to identify—were those persons of the female gender who possessed all the right attributes indicating they might accept a spanking at James hand (ideally, over his knee, bottom bared, for a good long time).  To put it simply, James is a spanko, and he uses all the modern science he can put his hands on to identify submissive spanking partners.

Everyone who came through the doors of James’ establishment was weighed, measured and analyzed for the possibility they might be a candidate for James’ firm hand and paddle.  The numbers who met James’ criteria were very small, and those he was able to encourage to participate even smaller, but every once in a while… Bingo!

This was the third alert he’d received in the past two months, and against all odds, the last two had both ended up as willing participants in James’ spanking games.  He reacted to the signal in his implant by calling up the associated visuals.  He froze the frame and rotated the image in a full 360 degrees.  A low whistle emerged from his lips as he admired both the classic innocent good looks of this woman, along with the associated data she generated.  She was perfect.  James felt his own hormones rising with the image and data displayed before him.

James cleared his computer and headed out to the shop floor to pursue his quarry.  His implant led him directly to the area displaying cooking and baking tools and implements.  He watched as the attractive woman with the long auburn hair paused before a display of synthwood spoons and stirring utensils.  Of course, this display, like several others in the store, was carefully chosen and arranged to be most suggestive of James’ particular interest.  His excitement jumped as she hesitantly reached out with two delicate fingers and slid them down the length of a stirrer with the dimensions of a long thin paddle; then moved further down the display.

As his prey approached the cutting boards, James moved in.  “Good day,” he said convivially, “my name is James.  I’m the store owner.  Is there anything I can help you find?”  He ended with a smile he practiced for hours with video analysis to ensure it was most endearing.

“Oh hello,” the young lady responded, “I’m Karyn.  I’m just browsing; not really sure what I’m looking for, to be honest.”

While she spoke, James took the opportunity to get a closer look.  Karyn was quite attractive, about 5’ 2” tall, late twenties or early thirties, dark green eyes with long lashes, high cheek bones with dimples when she smiled and a hint of a few freckles.  Her figure was fully acceptable, with a compellingly spankable bottom that flared out the mid-thigh length navy blue skirt she wore below a long-sleeved white top.

“Well, I find honesty is always a good policy,” James responded, adding a slight touch of sobriety to his smile.  “If it is a cutting board you might be looking for,” he continued, reaching into the display and withdrawing a paddle shaped board with a good oval handle and swishing it somewhat suggestively before presenting it to her, “this model is guaranteed to remain hygienic throughout its life, and can be used in many ways, as you might imagine.”

Karyn gave a slight blush that served to accentuate her freckles and made her look a few years younger as she responded, “Yes, I imagine it could be quite effective, or… useful.”  Her blush darkened.

“Actually,” Karyn said, after James allowed the passage of a somewhat embarrassing silence, “I think I am in the wrong part of the store.  What I need is a good hairbrush.  Perhaps you could show me where those are kept?”

Eureka! James thought.  “I’d be glad to,” he said, his tested and proven smile returning and ratcheting up a notch.  “They’re right this way.”  James stepped out a half pace ahead, so Karyn would have the opportunity to look at his trim figure, including his carefully shaped bottom in his tight slacks.  He’d review her actions and reactions later in the monitors, but this was a technique that seemed to help set the mood in previous encounters.

James led Karyn over to the bath supplies and up to a carefully arranged display of hairbrushes, most of which happened to be broad, flat-backed and solid with comfortable handles.  He picked out one from the display of a deep, lustrous chestnut brown and featuring a convincing simulated wood grain and offered it to her.  “This is a popular model, perhaps somewhat toward the upper end of the price range, but a very good investment for the long run.  It is guaranteed to stand up to even the most strenuous and repeated usage.”

Karyn took the brush in her right hand, and while she did not slap it into her left, James did note she caressed the smooth side with her off hand and rubbed it suggestively in her palm as she examined the bristles before handing it back to him.  “I’m afraid this one is a little out of my price range.  The shape and texture are pleasing, though. Do you have something similar but perhaps not quite so expensive?  I’m afraid I would feel naughty spending this much money on a simple brush.”  The blush was back, and her eyes were cast down.

James felt a tightening in his groin at Karyn’s choice of words.  “I understand completely and would not want you to leave here feeling you might regret your choice later.  Now this line may be a little closer to what you are looking for.”  He returned to the display and withdrew a brush similar in shape and heft, but with a darker finish and a grain not quite so three dimensional in appearance.  “This line can also be quite effective when in the right hands, and has a similar warranty for durability.” He slapped the brush into his left hand a few times to demonstrate how durable and effective it might be.

Karyn took the handle of the brush into her delicate fingers when he offered it to her, stroked the smooth surface and smacked it once into her palm as he had done.  In apparent startle, she shook her hand as if it were burned and said, “Yes, I can see this might be durable… and effective in the right hand.”  She raised her eyes to his with almost a pleading look.

James cleared his throat and said, “Perhaps you would like to step into my office to discuss terms?”

“Yes, that might be a good idea,” Karyn almost whispered.

James led Karyn to his soundproof office, opened the door, and ushered her in.  Closing the door behind them, James adopted a mock serious tone and said, “Now, young lady, I don’t know what game you are playing, but I am no longer amused.  You clearly came into my shop under false pretenses, taking my time away from other customers and real work while you had no actual intention of making any purchase at all.  Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes sir,” Karyn answered, looking guiltily down at the floor.  “I should leave.  I’m terribly sorry.”

“Are you?”

“Sir?”

“Are you indeed sorry?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

“Then how should we proceed, do you think?  Will it ease your guilt to just walk back out the door, or do you think you would learn more from this experience if there were some penalty involved?”

“Penalty, sir?  I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you know what I mean.  I think we can both agree actions such as yours can best be corrected through a little actual punishment.  Punishment designed to wipe the slate clean, to atone for past actions and show the way to future proper behavior.”

“What kind of punishment?” she asked, a definite pout appearing on her blushing face.

“Well, since your actions were quite juvenile in nature, perhaps the punishment should fit accordingly.  I think a good spanking might well be in order.”

“Here?  Now?” she asked tremulously and wide eyed.

James pulled the chair out from behind his desk, set it to upright/no-arm-rests and seated himself.  “Come over here, young lady, and hand me that brush.  Then ask me to spank you soundly for your naughty behavior.”  Explicit submission and request were vital for legal reasons should a complaint be raised in the future.  Of course, the interchange was being recorded in full visual and sensory mode.

Karyn looked down at the brush in her hand as though she had forgotten she still held it, then took the few steps to James’ side and handed it to him.  “Please sir,” she started, “would you p-please spank me with this hairbrush for my behavior here today?”

“Yes, Karyn,” he said for the record, “I will honor your request and spank you quite soundly.  Place yourself over my knees, please.”

This was the moment—the final moment where everything might go wrong.  Although James had never before seen his prey escape once they’d gotten to this point, he held his breath until Karyn, slowly, timidly, reluctantly placed herself across James’ waiting lap.

“Good girl,” James praised, as he moved her into the ideal position and, with the brush held in his left hand, pulled her against his body.  He used his right hand to smooth its way down across her skirt and the tremulous bottom hidden beneath it to just below the hem and onto the naked thigh below.  Reversing direction, James slid Karyn’s skirt up her legs and over her bottom to bunch it in the small of her back.  “We don’t need that in the way,” he almost sighed, as he revealed the plain white silk panties encasing the beautifully proportioned mounds of this lovely girl.

James wanted to draw the moment out for as long as possible.  Each phase of a spanking was precious to him in its own way, and he wanted each to live on in memory until long after the actual deed was done.  Consequently, he took his time in stroking and squeezing the bottom so delectably presented to him, making small adjustments to the fit and placement of the panties, only imperfectly hiding it from his sight.

Finally, taking a deep breath, James raised his hand and lowered it in a sharp but light slap.  Karyn jerked in reaction, although that first spank could not have hurt her.  With a smile, James repeated his actions, reveling in the feel of the resilient flesh encased in the silky material under his palm.

James spanked in a regular rhythm, varying the placement so no part of Karyn’s bottom cheeks could complain of neglect.  The intensity of his spanks grew from light to more moderate until they did begin to sting their chosen targets.  After several minutes, James was spanking hard enough to elicit definite reactions from Karyn, who began to squirm and quietly squeal with each spank.  At this point, James stopped and returned to cupping and stroking the bottom he had been punishing, giving both himself and his victim time to breathe and recover.

When James felt he had full control of himself, and Karyn relaxed under his stroking hand, he balanced the hairbrush on the small of her back and commanded, “Raise up, my dear, it’s time to slide these restrictive panties down out of our way.”

Again, James waited pensively for Karyn to take the action required to show for the record she was in complete accord with the next phase of her punishment.  She did not disappoint him, but lifted her hips well up with a little whimper.

James placed his thumbs under the waistband of the silky material and slid it over the mounds it concealed and down the soft, smooth skin of Karyn’s thighs to just above the enticing hollow of her knees.

Karyn’s bottom displayed a pleasingly pink shade and was slightly warm to the touch.  James reveled in that touch, caressing the lightly punished flesh with reverence.  Again, he was in no obvious hurry to proceed, but rather put all of his attention into savoring the gift he’d been given.

Karyn lay quietly over James’ comfortable thighs, relieved at this break in her punishment, while at the same time torn between enjoying the soothing caresses of her disciplinarian, and the desire for him to continue to punish her waiting flesh.  She did not have to wait long, as James was all too soon overtaken by his desire to resume spanking the tantalizing cheeks before him.  In truth, he would have liked to cup and caress that lovely flesh forever, but the need to punish it was even stronger.

James lifted his hand and snapped it down with a loud spank.  This was not the gentle slap he used when he first began spanking Karyn over her panties, but the more robust action he achieved before stopping to denude his target, amplified by the fact it was now applied to bare flesh.  Caught by surprise by this unexpected intensity, Karyn yelped with dismay, which encouraged James to continue and further intensify his actions.

James was soon into a full punishment spanking of his willing victim, and was getting the feedback spankers have gotten from their naughty charges for ages immemorial.  He reveled in the squeals and scissoring of legs each spank inspired, and when Karyn tried to reach back with her hand to protect her now flaming bottom, he intercepted her wrist with his left hand which still held the hairbrush not yet committed to the fray.

Karyn kicked and cried and did everything to try to soothe the pain of the last spank and avoid the next one altogether, but to no avail.  Many times, she denounced herself for allowing this to happen to her, again, but each time she managed, barely, to keep herself from demanding the punishment be stopped.  Karyn knew full well what her legal position was. She cooperated at each step of the process in her own punishment, and she was determined to see it through to the end.

Finally, after several long minutes, James again halted the assault on Karyn’s now fully inflamed bottom.  The color and the heat had grown substantially since the much lighter hand spanking over her panty clad bottom.  Now, her cheeks were fire engine red, and threw off heat similar to the fires such engines were made to extinguish.  The pain was such Karyn continued to writhe for some seconds as though she did not realize James had stopped spanking her, for in truth, she had not.

James marveled at the progress they made.  This, he felt, would go down as one of the most memorable spanking sessions he’d ever experienced.  Karyn was the perfect subject, both in appearance and deportment, and he found himself fully immersed in the moment.  He would relive this experience many times over the coming months, each time bringing himself to crashing ecstasy, but that thought was far from him now.  Now, he was immersed in the joys of the present, with no concerns for the joys of the future.

Finally, when they both recovered some semblance of control, James announced, “I’m afraid it is time for us to employ this lovely hairbrush you selected from my shop displays.  Are you ready, my dear?”

“Oh, please,” Karyn whimpered, which words could be used to justify almost any subsequent action.

Not waiting for any further license from his charming penitent, James raised the hairbrush high and brought it down with a snap of the wrist, generating a resounding SMACK!! and a quite dramatic reaction from the delightful Karyn.

Without pause, James spanked Karyn with the brush, while she struggled, kicked and cried out her distress.  Tears were now running down her cheeks, and her complaints were entirely incoherent.  This phase of the spanking did not last as long as the previous parts, but it was by far the most intense.  By the time it was over, Karyn lay exhausted over James’ thighs, able to do naught but whimper with each crashing blow.

James knew the session must end. He could not draw it out any longer, but he did not regret the coming conclusion.  No spanking experience he’d ever enjoyed was more satisfying than this, and he had spanked many willing bottoms over the years.

The spanking ended as any good punishment session must end, with encouraging words, long supportive hugs, and heartfelt promises for improvement in the future.

Karyn left James’ office with her clothes in order, her face scrubbed clean and with only the red of her eyes to provide testimony to her ordeal… That, plus a possible hitch in her step as she tried to walk normally out the door.

Satisfied—with that certain glow and a slight smile—Karyn turned off the miniaturized genomic scrambler/broadcaster she carried in her purse as she left the boutique.  She was pleased at how well it performed against James’ scanners.  This had been a very satisfying experience, but she did not want to use her hidden technology to advertise her desire to be spanked again just yet.  Her implant had, of course, hacked into James’ recording systems and would provide her with a complete, full sensory playback of this session whenever she desired it.  She was especially pleased with her own performance; the blushing she worked so hard to master had been very effective.  And to be fair, as she’d been told by others who followed the same map she purchased, James proved to be a capable spanker.

Karyn needed to be a little cautious until her bottom healed and returned to its virginal appearance.  She’d been informed by those further along in the cycle the older woman who owned the lingerie shop down the way was a spanko even more predatory than James.  Perhaps next week … or the week after, she mused, lightly stroking her flaming red bottom through the navy blue, mid-thigh length skirt.

END

Copyright © 2014 by Jonathan Quincy Graves.  All rights reserved. Please do not repost or use for any commercial purpose without written approval from the author.

Revised February 2023.

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