The Wife Sitter II
Sisters in Trouble
to The Wife Sitter
It was the worst electrical storm in recorded
history, or at least that’s what the newscaster on the entertainment
wall said. It was something to do with the summer drought combined with
extraordinary sun spot activity. It had raged for three hours and it
looked like it was going to last all day, a day that was dark despite the
hour just turning mid morning. Fork lightening fractured the sky every few
seconds while thunder rumbled continuously and for the people foolish
enough to be out in the storm the air crackled about them and rain
hammered the ground. The phone system had become erratic but in one of its
brief moments of sanity it buzzed.
The panic stricken face of a white-coated scientist
spluttered onto the flickering phone screen.
“Hello… hello, can I speak to Yvette Harman please? It is very
“Yvette isn’t available at the moment,”
answered her stepsister Alison. “Can I take a message?”
“There has been an incident at the Barclay
Operations site and while we are sure there is nothing to worry about, we
are taking the precaution of contacting some of our former customers.”
“Oh yes,” grinned Alison. “I heard about
Yvette’s little adventure with your Bob 7 unit. She could hardly sit
down for three days afterwards.
“Erh, quite so,” said the scientist, looking
embarrassed, “b…but we don’t want a repeat performance so please
She would have loved to have been there when her 22-year-old sister
had been mistaken for a brat and soundly spanked by the android
The scientist went on to explain that a number of
android units had been charging at the factory an hour ago when the main
transformer had suffered a devastating lightening strike. A power-surge
had fried a number of units while other suffered a reboot and rollback.
The Bob 7 unit that had previously been unofficially programmed by
Yvette’s husband to baby-sit his wife had survived the blast but had
almost certainly rolled back to that earlier assignment.
“But why is that a problem?” asked Alison.
“I’m afraid that in the confusion the unit has
managed to leave the factory and we fear it may be on its way to your
location. Please stay inside and lock your doors. We don’t know how
stable the unit is and it may be some time before we can come to retrieve
it. Remember, lock your doors and do not let the unit into your house.”
There was a flash of lightening outside and the screen crackled
briefly before the image disappeared with a quiet pop.
Alison stared at the blank screen for a moment, lost
in thought. There had always been a rivalry between her and her
stepsister. At 19 Alison was the younger sister and by far the most
devious. For years as a child she had tricked, lied and schemed her self
and her sister through a web of trouble, but she had always managed to
side step at the last moment and leave Yvette holding the smoking gun. She
had lost count of the number of times Yvette had been punished for the
younger sister’s pranks.
But that was all in the past. They were adults now
and friends. In fact, Alison was spending the morning with Yvette while
her boyfriend Joe and Yvette’s husband James were at the air-blades
match. They were supposed to be having a great time but this storm was
keeping them confined to the house, which was really boring, and Alison
was a girl who needed to be entertained. She smiled wickedly. This could
be a fantastic opportunity to re-live old times she thought. After all, if
Bob spanked Yvette once it stands to reason that he could be persuaded to
do it again and an opportunity like this was much too good to miss.
“What could be more entertaining than that,” she
The doorbell rang and Alison couldn’t suppress her
grin. When she opened the door, she knew instantly that it had to be Bob.
She recognised the slightly grey plasti-skin and the stiff upright stance.
Bob was dripping wet in the hard downpour and lightening flashed behind
him, casting a gothic horror silhouette. Alison should have observed the
“Erh No. I’m her younger sister,” said Alison
with child like innocence. “Who are you?”
“I am Barclay Operations Babysitter 7.2, but you
may…” another flash of lightening disrupted Bob’s sensitive circuits
causing him to freeze momentarily. He stared vacantly for a few seconds
and then stuttered back to life, oblivious to the fact that he had just
reset, “… I… I am
Barclay Operations Babysitter 7.2, but you may call me Bob.”
“Oh yes,” nodded Alison sweetly, playing along
with the fiction that she knew Bob had been programmed with. “Dad said you would be around to look after us. Yvette is
upstairs. I’m afraid she has been very naughty. I am Alison Cox,
Yvette’s younger step sister.”
“I was not expecting two children,” said Bob as
he stepped into the house.
“Ah…er…yes,” said Alison, momentarily thrown.
“Erh… Dad didn’t know I would be here today. He’s my stepfather
you know. He thought I would be visiting my other Dad. It’s a last
minute change of plans. I hope that won’t be a problem. I’m terribly
“That will not be a problem,” answered Bob. His
eyes glazed over for a moment and then he continued. “I have made the
appropriate adjustment to my assignment. Now please fetch your sister. I
wish to address you both.”
“Yes sir,” said Alison with a slight curtsy.
“I’ll be right back.”
Alison ran up the stairs and hammered on Yvette’s
“Yvette! Are you out of the shower yet?”
Yvette Harman snatched open the bedroom door looking
nettled. She was brushing her hair. She had slipped on a skimpy
metallic-silver shorts outfit, the latest 22nd century fashion,
very short shorts and a matching cut-off top leaving her waist naked.
Silver high-heeled boots completed the outfit. “What the Hell is your
problem,” she snapped.
“We have a visitor,” Alison replied gleefully.
“He’s downstairs. He wants to talk to us both.”
“A visitor?” said Yvette looking puzzled as she
followed Alison down the stairs. The girls entered the lounge and Yvette
“Oh my God! What the Hell are you doing here
Bob studied the two young women. Yvette was
curvaceous and athletic with long straight blond hair. Alison was more
petite with short almost black hair giving her the appearance of a pretty
pixy dressed in thermo-chrome jeans and a tight tee-shirt that clung to
her firm breasts. Thermo-chrome denim changed colour with subtle
temperature variations and Alison’s jeans played a constantly changing
pattern of hot reds and cool blues. The incongruity of the girls having
the physical appearance of adults was lost on Bob. His programming said
they were children so that must be what they were.
“I am Barclay Operations Babysitter 7.2, but you
may call me Bob.”
“I know what you are but why are you here?”
Your father has hired me to look after you while he
is away on his business trip…”
“Whoa! Stop right there Bob,” said Alison holding
up her hands. “I’ve heard all this before. We’ve been through this
once and I’m not doing it again. Like I told you last time, I am not a
child and I don’t need a babysitter. Now I don’t know why you have
come but you can turn right around and go back to where you came from.”
She turned angrily to Alison. “What ever possessed you to let this
monster back into my house? You know what he did to me last time.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Alison with
a smirk. “Dad has hired Bob to look after us. I hope you’re not going
to be naughty. We wouldn’t want Bob to fetch that hairbrush from your
bedroom would we?”
“You bitch,” snapped Yvette. “Stop this game
now before it gets out of hand. You’re playing with fire and believe me
when I tell you that your tail is in serious danger of getting
“Oh I think Bob knows which one of us is
misbehaving,” said Alison.
“Miss Harman,” said Bob. “Stop this pretence at
once. No matter how much you may feel like a mature young woman, you will
obey my instructions or you will be punished. Is that quite clear?”
“I’ve had enough of this,” said Yvette.
“I’m calling Barclay Operations.”
“You can’t do that,” said Alison smugly. “The
video phone’s gone offline with the storm.”
Alison checked her wrist phone and found that it was
also kaput. She was just about to launch into another tirade against her
sister when both girls were silenced by a loud crack and a smell of
burning circuits. Bob blinked, his eyes glazed and a wisp of smoke drifted
from his left ear. For a moment Yvette thought that Bob was out of action
and she started to smile but the android was more robust than she’d
Jerkily Bob’s head turned menacingly towards the
girls and his eyes refocused on them. Causing Yvette to shiver.
“Sit!” he said.
“Yes sir,” said Alison, scurrying over to the
Yvette gave a deep sigh and followed. Miserably she
slumped onto the couch next to her sister and glared at Bob.
“That’s b…b…better,” said Bob. “Now let
me give you some simple rules. I will not tolerate lying, swearing,
rudeness, disobedience or f…f…fighting. If you break any of these
rules you will be punished.”
Yvette shuffled uneasily in her seat, remembering all
too clearly how soundly Bob had punished her the last time they met.
Having made his speech, Bob turned to walk away.
Alison saw an opportunity and smacked herself hard on the back of her
hand. Bob turned back immediately.
“Ouch!” cried Alison. “Yvette! Why did you do
As an android, Bob was completely devoid of emotion
but Yvette could have sworn he looked furious. Without waiting to hear her
side of the story Bob strode towards her.
“I didn’t do anything,” yelled Yvette,
panicking. “Alison, tell him.”
“She hit me Bob,” Alison protested, “and after
you said fighting’s not allowed.”
Yvette tried to scramble up the back of the couch as
Bob reached for her but it did no good. Bob grasped her ankle and pulled
her back, then wrapping a steel muscled arm around her waist he lifted her
easily and tossed her over his shoulder. Yvette screamed and pounded on
Bob’s back. Her shorts rode up showing a generous amount of bare bottom
as her feet kicked frantically. A second later Bob found an upright chair.
He sat down and swung Yvette over his knee. History was about to repeat
“Stop!” yelled Yvette. “Pleeeze. I haven’t
Yvette’s pleading did nothing to influence the
emotionless android. He had laid out the rules and this young lady had
chosen to disobey him. Now she must suffer the consequences. Bob clamped
her in place with a cold hand on her slender waist, raised his hand high
and launched into a blistering spanking on her upturned bottom. Yvette
kicked and bawled as the thin material of her shorts offered little
protection and her exposed lower cheeks reddened under the ferocious
Alison had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing
out loud. Her plan had worked beautifully and little goody-too-shoes
Yvette was getting the hiding of her life.
Yvette writhed and howled but there was no escape.
She reached back and tried to cover her bottom with her hand but Bob
effortlessly moved it aside then continued undeterred until every inch of
Yvette’s bottom was blazing.
After an eternity Bob finally seemed satisfied that he had made his point and there would be no more bad behaviour from this disobedient young lady. The spanking ended abruptly and Bob released Yvette and sent her scurrying to her room to think hard about her behaviour. Furious and humiliated she hurried away tearfully with her hands clutching her stinging bottom. She ran up the stairs and flung herself face down on her bed. Alison wondered up after her and sat on the bed next to her.
“You bitch,” sniffed Yvette. “Why did you
“Oh get a sense of humour,” laughed Alison. “It
was just a joke.”
“A joke!” yelled Yvette. “A bloody joke! Have
you seen what he’s done to my bum?”
“Yes,” giggled Alison. “It was brilliant. In
fact I think I’ll get him to do it again.”
“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” asked
Yvette, wiping tears away from her cheek.
Alison stood up and sauntered over to the dressing
table. She picked up Yvette’s polished wooden hairbrush, stroked it
thoughtfully and then twisting around she smacked it against her own
bottom, testing the brush’s spanking potential. It stung mildly and she
shivered with delight at the thought of what it would do to Yvette’s
“I don’t know yet,” she said. “Maybe I’ll
break something and tell Bob that you threw it at me or maybe I’ll just
tell him you hit me again. I can make the tin man believe anything I like.
He trusts me, you see. He knows I’m a good little angel and you’re a
very bad girl. It won’t take much to make him spank you again. In fact I
think I’ll get started right now.”
Yvette said nothing but smiled cryptically. Alison
was surprised that her stepsister didn’t seem bothered by the threat.
She frowned, puzzled but Yvette just sniffed away her tears.
“Right,” said Alison, piqued by Yvette’s calm
response, “we’ll see if
you’re still smiling when Bob’s finished with your hairbrush.” She
turned quickly and marched purposefully away. She gave Yvette one last
smug look then snatched open the door. In that instant, all smugness
departed and the colour drained from Alison’s face.
“Did I mention,” said Yvette with a grin, “that
last time Bob was here I found to my cost that he has exceptionally
sensitive hearing, in fact he can hear us talking from anywhere in the
house. I suspect he is now fully acquainted with your mischievous plans
Bob stood blocking the doorway of the bedroom. His
steely robotic gaze was fixed on Alison. Alison looked around in panic but
there was no escape. Bob stepped forward and grabbed her by the wrist.
He removed the hairbrush from her grip and towed her over to the
bed. In a second he sat down and hauled the terrified girl face down over
his knee. “Now young lady,” said Bob. “You are going to learn an
important lesson in honesty.”
Yvette rolled off the bed so she could get a good
view of the unfolding spectacle.
Bob clamped Alison in place with an immovable arm
over her waist and her jeans stretched tight over her shapely bottom. He
quickly raised the hairbrush and smacked it down with a loud thwap!
emitting a tear filled howl from the delinquent sister. Instantly a pink
glow flared across Alison’s left cheek as the thermo-chrome denim
reacted to the rising heat. Smack after smack followed, raining down in
rapid succession and Alison kicked and yelled as her jean clad bottom
glowed redder and redder.
Bob raised the brush one last time to deliver a final
smack when a bolt of lightening flashed across the sky over the house and
thunder crashed hot on its heels. The lights in the house flickered,
Bob’s circuits fizzed and his eyes glazed over. Bob was frozen in place
with one arm pinning Alison to his knees and the other locked in mid
“What… what’s happening,” Alison sobbed.
“I think Bob’s had another overload,” said
“Quick. Help me get up,” cried Alison, struggling
ineffectively under Bob’s steel grip. I… I’m stuck.”
Yvette made a halfhearted attempt to prise Bob’s
arm off of her sister, but gave up straight away. “It’s no good,”
she said. “I can’t move it. It looks like you’ll just have to stay
there until Bob wakes up.” Yvette covered her mouth and started to
“What’s so funny?” asked Alison sulkily.
“Well, don’t you see? Bob’s been doing this all
“Doing what?” said Alison, becoming even more
“Crashing and resetting,” said Yvette. Every time
there is a flash of lightening Bob freezes and then rolls back and repeats
his last action. If we don’t get you off his knee and escape then
Bob’s going to rollback and repeat his last action again. Do you
remember what that was?”
Alison turned frantic. “Oh my God, oh my God!
Please help me. Get me free. I can’t take another spanking!”
“I think it’s your belt that’s stopping you from sliding out of his grip,” said Yvette. “Here, let me have a look.”
Yvette reached under Alison’s waist and started
unfastening her belt and jeans.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“There’s no time to argue,” said Yvette. “Do
you want to be free or not? Now lift your hips a little.”
Alison did as instructed and Yvette gripped the
waistband of her jeans and dragged them down her thighs, leaving them
bunched around her knees.
“I… I still can’t move,” said Alison.
“No? How strange,” said Yvette with mock
sincerity. She smoothed out Alison’s white cotton panties and patted her
condescendingly on the bottom. “There now, isn’t that better?”
“Oh my God no,” screamed Alison. “Don’t do
this. Don’t let him spank me on my knickers!”
“You are so right,” said Yvette. “What ever was
I thinking. Here, let me help you.” She reached down and tugged
Alison’s panties over her bottom and down to join her jeans around her
“No!” yelled Alison, now in a wild panic.
“Please, you can’t leave me like this. I’m sorry I made Bob spank
you. I didn’t realise it hurt so much.”
“I don’t suppose you did,” said Yvette,
“because you’ve never been spanked before have you. You always managed
to get me into trouble instead. In fact you’ve got an awful lot to be
sorry about Alison.”
“I know, I know but…” Alison stopped in mid
sentence and whimpered as she felt the cold sensation of the wooden
hairbrush rest gently on her sore bottom. Bob was returning to life.
“N…n…n…now young lady,” said Bob as he stuttered back into action. “You are going to learn an important lesson in hon…hon…honesty.” He didn’t seem to notice that Alison’s jeans and panties had been pulled down. He just raised the hairbrush and launched into a repeat of Alison’s well earned punishment. Alison howled with every smack but this time it was her bare bottom that turned apple red.
With the task complete Bob released the sobbing girl
and left the room.
Alison lay on the bed and bawled.
Alison lay on the bed and bawled.
The girls waited half an hour but there were no more
sounds from Bob. Wincing and sniffling Alison gently eased her panties and
jeans back over her bottom and cautiously the two young women crept down the stairs. They found Bob
standing motionless in the Kitchen. There was a strong smell of frazzled
circuits and a slight smoky haze. It seemed that Bob’s delicate and
damaged electronics had finally given up the ghost.
A moment later the doorbell sounded and Yvette went
to answer it. A team of technicians bustled into the room and began an
examination of the inanimate android.
“I hope he wasn’t any trouble,” said Dr. Sarah
Brown, the team leader.
“No trouble at all,” said Yvette with a grin.
“In fact Alison and Bob got on like a house on fire.”
“It’s not the house that’s on fire,” mumbled
Alison, yelping as she tried to sit down.
The technicians departed taking Bob with them.
“We’ll clear down his cache and restore his factory settings,”
called Dr Brown as they left. “You won’t have any more unexpected
visits from Bob.”
“Oh what a shame,” said Yvette cheerfully to
Alison, “I was thinking of bringing Bob back the next time you need a
lesson in honesty.”
“Owww,” whimpered Alison, gently rubbing her
bottom. “You’re such a comedian. How am I going to explain to Joe why
I can’t sit down?
“Well,” said Yvette. “You could try telling the
truth for a change and if it makes him angry with you… well, I can
always lend him my hairbrush.”