Stories: Beta Proct-R's Mission

Beta Proct-R's Mission

by Zani and Arkham-Insanity

Well beta Proct-R knew it wasn't allowed to have cookies before his proper meals… and he took this as a top secret mission.

Mother-Unit walks silently down the house hall… just to hear Proct-R talking alone, and decides to peek.

“Alright troops…here is our objective” *smacks the chalkboard with his cane*

She smiled, how cute, practicing his directive.

“I want want you two to cover the left flank while the others cover the right flank”

Mother-Unit snaps a photo without flash… her sixth sense told her that plan was ACTUALLY a plan… not any beta's play.

“We are gonna MARCH IN THAT KITCHEN and take our prize!!! the poor innocent captured cookies!”

She smiled again… how hard Proct-R tried to fetch cookies before dinner… well… she won't stop him THIS time… so he could taste what happens when direct orders are disobeyed. That only thought felt so evil… but he must learn… and this time he choosed the hard way…

She walked to her dorm, to give him facilities.

Mother-Unit let him take his nap in peace… the cookeis were ready and in their usual place… she stood patiently in her dorm to let him go ahead with his plan.

Proct-R had set his internal clock to wake him up 5 mins earlier than his usual nap cycle… he tiptoed over to the doorframe clutching his little cane… he didn't see his mother-unit on his scanners and crept into the kitchen… seeing his objective he checked once more and crawled on the floor on his stomach untill he was right under the target… then reaching up he tried grabbing for the hostages… but they were out of his reach… so using his cane he felt his way to tap the jar closer… then there was a sudden CRASH!

She closed her eyes in her dorm… she wasn't expecting that

Proct-R’s mom strolled into the kitchen, first worried about him getting hurt. Gladly he was just scared, and not wounded. Then of course, she had to discipline him for discobeying. She looked at his cute “innocent” face.

“I'm not falling for that one Proct-R Unit…”

He tried to look innocent.

“Not. Working.”

“…..how about logical rationalization?”

“My prefered kind. Give it a try.”

“You see the cookie jar was out of my reach, and so it was only justifiable for me to use a tool of some sort to escort the cookie jar down, but I did not anticipate the trajectory of my cane and the rate in which gravity took place was rather shocking.”

She waited for him to finish looking stern, folded arms.

“The fact is, that you were not allowed to take any cookie before dinner. So there was no reason for you to consider possible trying to have any. Rules are rules.

“Besides, when you are allowed to eat a cookie I'm the one who give it to you to avoid the kitchen disaster you are about to clean right now mister.” She said pointing the kitchen.

“But Mother-Unit, I did not wish to bother you, and felt that my skills in attaining items I desire on my own merit could be looked upon with as a development of my own systems, showing my lessening of dependence on you.”

“First: you never bother me. I am always here just for you.

“Second: I understand you desire own merits, but you are my child and you depend on me for all those tasks you are not allowed to do without supervision.

“Third: The kitchen, the corner, and a program adjustment are waiting for you.”

Poor Beta Proct-R felt his inside matrix tumble at hearing ‘Program adjustment’ but nodded his head and walked toward the kitchen obediently.

“Y-yes Mother-Unit”

Her matrix hurt just to see him like that… and did a mental note for a lot of cuddles and maybe a story before regeneration time, if he is not too tired.

“Good bot.”

Mother-Unit was waiting for Proct-R to clean the kitchen, all her directive at 100%

He was not over slow… but not over quick at the cleaning… keeping at an even pace… sweeping up the very last crumb from the floor.

Mother-Unit was waiting patiently, she didn't want what was coming next, like him.

He tried very hard to be brave and not sniffle or pout, cleaning gave him plenty of time for him to reflect on his actions.

She was scanning him from the distance, the link making that easier… Mother-Unit sighed almost inaudibly, she will make sure nothing like this happen again.

He knew there was no way he could talk his way out of his coming doom, when Mother-Unit said something would happened… it would happen, he put away the broom and walked slowly to her his head down. “The kitchen is cleaned mother-unit”

“Very well.”

She stood up as tall that she was, looking down at him… she hated this part, with all her core. But it had to be done.

“You know what you did wrong, do you mind to repeat it please?”

“I would rather not”

“Then it is an order.”

Proct-R swallowed hard wincing a bit. “I disobeyed a direct order… no cookies before dinner, but I proceeded to set up plan of action that failed in the capture of a snack… leading to the destruction of the cookie containing device”

She couldn't help feel proud of him, but was careful not to pass it through the link… no yet. “I see you are fully understanding of the consequences a single disobedience can lead. When you have your final directive disobeying could lead to the shut down of an ally instead of an enemy.”

Proct-R nods his head feeling a small pinch of pain in his matrix, what she had said was very true, this was more than just him wishing wanting a snack, this had been him acting out on his own will… something he could not risk espcially when others were depending on him.

“Now, you are to be punished. A Program Adjustment is in order.” She put a chair in the middle of the living room, in front of the now turned off chimney, and sat down. Making sure this wouldn’t be comfortable for him, not in his room, not in any bed, and for sure, with not clothes to protect the target. “Come here.”

Proct-R felt his matrix hitch to his vocals at her words, he knew what he had done was a very serious crime not only for a beta for a bot no mater what their shell… it took every bit of his will to step forward toward her…he had been adjusted just a few other times…but he had a feeling that this was to be worse than any he had been given before.

Mother-Unit looked at him, she will make him responsible for his punishment this time. “Lower your pants.”

This surprised him, usually his mother-unit took him in hand preparing him for his adjustment…this was almost enough to make him cry right there… but he bit his bottom lip and lowered his pants…feeling ashamed now.

“Place yourself over my lap.”

Proct-R gave a small whimper and pulled himself over her lap. “I..I'm sorry Mother-Unit”

She put a hand in his back. “I know Proct-R… I know… you know the rules. You can cry and scream and kick all you want. But you must not insult or try to cover your punishment.”

Proct-R nodded his head, he could not think why he would try and cover his punishment.

She closed her eyes for a nanosecond, she knew how much it will hurt her too… and patted his backside to warn him. She never used anything but her hand on him, not even disapproval waves, she never had to use anything but comforting waves on him… and then started, firmly enough for a beta.

*SWAT*

Proct-R clenched his teeth and winced.

Once he felt the first one, she started a normal pace, one swat per second, her hand covered almost all his backside, so she just moved a little bit each one, the sting of one swat over another increasing quickly the heat in his synthoskin.