A Platonic Relationship Ch. 02

He laughed as he continued to look back and forth between them and then said, "You two really love each other... or at least, you are really, really horny for each other. From what I can deduce, that is the same thing early on in a relationship. In either case, you might want to talk seriously about possibly moving in with each other."

"Wait, wait, wait," Doctor Mueller sputtered as he sat down on a nearby chair. Pointing to the smiling Plato, he said, "You figured out how to do this with your special ATOs?" Then turning to Marcella he said in a slightly louder voice, "and you've kept this secret. Why?"

"Because of this!" a booming voice said, causing Richard to spin back around. The gentle philosopher was gone. In his place stood a seven-foot rendition of Boris Karloff in his full Frankenstein's monster makeup.

"How would you like to go down in history, Doctor Muellerstein?" the monster asked before morphing back into Plato.

In a much softer, but no less concerned voice, he continued, "What happens once other Living Alternate Technology Organisms are grown?.. perhaps from the brains of tyrants? Do you really think the governments or the big businesses of the world will not use these abilities to control people with implanted ATOs? Until I can perfect a process that allows the restoration of spinal impulses without outside control, my true capabilities must be kept secret."

"OK, but why this, PLATO?" Richard asked, gesturing around with his arms.

"Because he basically had your brain and he had the hots for me," Marcella answered. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "It was great for me, but he needed to know what a man feels during sex,"

Richard smiled wryly at Plato and asked, "Did you learn that?"

"Yes, I did," Plato responded. The kindly philosopher somehow looked very smug.

"And you tricked me into coming in tonight so he could listen in– or whatever– to my feelings?" Richard said sharply to Marcella.

"Yes, I did," she replied, looking down at the floor. Then she yelped shrilly as Richard grabbed her and pulled her over his lap. She yelped even more shrilly as the first swat slammed into her ass. Ten times Richard struck, and ten times she screeched.

After the tenth swat, he let her up. She stood quietly rubbing her sore ass and sniffling slightly.

"I guess I deserved that," she said between sniffs, "but I would do it again because PLATO needed to know what he was."

"And I may spank you again," Richard said, "just because you need it regularly."

"If you fuck me first... or maybe afterwards..." Marcella replied, "it would be worth it."

"She somehow enjoyed that spanking despite feeling pain," Plato said. "Her feelings of being overpowered were... interesting."

His quizzical look turned to a broad smile as he said, "And I found your feelings, Richard, as you spanked her and noted the redness of her ass to somehow be very satisfying."

"I think you might have the opportunity to study those feelings further in the future, Plato," Richard said. "Now I think that I and Miss Henry have a lot to discuss."

"And you both had best get dressed," Plato responded. "The maintenance crew will be here shortly."

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