Assigned a Guardian by Emily Tilton Read Free Book Online

remembered the expensive French perfume Kayla had worn to work every day in the executive suite at Lourcy, and he felt a pang of longing for home, but there was something about the clean, scrubbed smell of her now that gave him a pleasing sense of potential—for change, for growth, for innovation.
    “Promise me you’ll try,” he murmured.
    “I promise. Do you think I want to get spanked any more than I have been already? The stupid doctor spanked me.”
    Patrick laughed. “Seriously?”
    “Yes! You have no idea the way it is for single women here. I have to take a sex class tomorrow.”
    Now Patrick was really laughing, and so was Kayla. He released her from the hug, and she returned to the desk chair, nodding with wide eyes.
    “I’m not joking, Patrick. I got the notice just before you got here.” She passed him her tablet.
     
    Dear Miss Lourcy,
    Because of your results in your sexual exam, you have been designated a 1A spousal prospect. You are therefore directed to attend a 1A informational and training session on 15 March at 2 p.m., in the third floor training room of the educational wing. We hope you take this designation as a compliment: the administration sees 1As like you as a vital resource in the building of Draconian prosperity.
    Your initial training session will involve discussion of the best attitude for a girl like you, with a high sex drive and an interest in adventurous eroticism, to take while selecting spousal prospects. In future classes, if your guardian decides you should enroll in them, you will also learn techniques for enhancing your partner’s pleasure, and your own. You should be prepared to remove your clothing in order to facilitate discussion and practice.
    We understand that we ask a great deal of 1As like you, Miss Lourcy, but we have a scientific basis for these requests, and we know that as a 1A, the time commitment you make to your training will provide pleasurable benefits to you as well.
    With thanks for your service to your planet,
    Marjorie Leary, Senior Matron
    Director of Sexual Education
     
    Patrick felt his jaw drop. “That,” he said, “takes the cake.” He looked at Kayla, unsure of whether he should inquire further. “Um, do you feel…? I mean, do you think they’re right? About you being a… 1A?”
    Kayla sighed and nodded glumly. She made a sour face. “Doesn’t mean I want to do it in the service of Draconian prosperity, though.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    Five other girls were at the training session. Marjorie Leary, not at all to Kayla’s surprise, was their teacher. The room was a small gymnasium, more or less, the floor covered with mats and various kinds of gymnastics-looking equipment standing against the walls.
    “Girls,” the senior matron said, “have a seat on the floor, please.”
    Kayla looked at the other students. Two of them she recognized from the Jupiter: they had slightly dazed expressions that Kayla was sure matched her own. The other three she had never seen before: they wore the standard rayon dress called a ‘Draconian’ as if they had been wearing it all their lives, which they undoubtedly had, for they were clearly second generation colonists. Theirs were various colors, unlike Marjorie’s gray one; the new colonists had been told that they might dye their clothes themselves, at their own expense. The clothes themselves, produced in a few very basic styles, were free.
    Had they lived all their lives under the Basic Law? Probably not, for they seemed about twenty years old, but, Kayla thought with distaste, they must not be able to remember a time when they weren’t made to feel that their bodies were at the disposal of men.
    “Introductions, first,” Marjorie said. “You all know me, of course. What you don’t know, probably, is that I’m a 1A like you.”
    The three second-generation girls giggled loudly at this. Kayla looked at them in wonder. They had expressions of admiration—worship, even—when their eyes rested