Jenna Marie Stories/Page8

CHAPTER EIGHT - Diaspora, and a New Paddle
Here it was. The day Jenna had dreaded for so long. Diaspora. Her first special punishment day.

She and Carrie dejectedly walked to school. They knew what was in store for them. Actually, Diaspora wouldn't have been half as bad if the punishments were given by humans. But when machines did the punishing, it could turn ugly.

Everyone had heard the story of Melody Johnson.

When Jenna arrived at school and sat at her desk, her PAD informed her that she would do 354 lines of, "I will be nice to Kindern." Jenna knew with muscle memory loss, it would take forever.

In about a minute her PAD was telling her to go the playground. Jenna blanched. She was in the FIRST group. That meant she would do all her punishments sitting on a SORE, HOT BOTTOM.

Jenna slowly made her way over to the Spank masters. They were all the latest model and in tip-top condition. They were even equipped to remove a child's panties from the floor and exchange them for Pain-tees. The child wouldn't realize it until after a biter stung them. The people who would be given Pain-tee's were chosen randomly.

She slowly moved into the Spank Master. "Please remove all clothing and accessories," the machine beeped*. Jenna complied slowly. Then Jenna was bent over, and the machine beeped out her punishment. "Jenna Marie Kingsley. Age 6. Crime harassment of Kindern. Punishment 30 whacks with stiff paddle."

Jenna sobbed as she felt the burning sting of the paddle scorch her rear. She hadn't been spanked much with the stiff paddle yet, (she doesn't have her own, yet, remember?) and the burning sting it could make amazed her.

Presently the thirty whacks were done, and the machine beeped "Next punishment 45 whacks with flexible paddle."

Jenna sobbed at this. The little stinging paddle (feeling remarkably like a Mother's Helper) merely re-ignited Jenna's bottom. "WAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" cried Jenna.

"Final punishment," the machine beeped out, "12 licks with the nursery cane."

Now, this caning was terrible. But Jenna felt it was only a little worse than Lisa's switchings. And she was determined to take this like a big girl. And keeping her mind focused on something other than the spanking seemed to take away a little of the pain.

Which was why she was surprised when the machine beeped, "Punishment administered. Please dress." Jenna pulled on her clothes and - OUCH! What was that?

Jenna had been given Pain-tees. Level IV, of course. But they looked just like her school panties. No thighs. Good, Jenna thought. But she was in for a LONG day.

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"Hello, Jenna, Carrie," Alexis said when the two arrived home from school, ruefully rubbing their bottoms. It was the only chance they had had all day. "How were your punishments."

"Awful," they said as one.

"All right, Carrie, go up to your room and sit on your corner stool for a couple of hours. Then you can play. Jenna, I need to talk to you," said Alexis.

Both girls obeyed. "Jenna, I bought something for you today." Alexis held up a paddle, similar to Carrie's. Unlike Carrie's, it was not decorated with the "For the Cute little Deer with the Bear Behind" motif. Instead, it had a picture of a little girl over her mommy's knees. And the slogan was "Bare her bottom, before it's too late!" It said, "Jenna's Very Own Spanking Paddle" on it.

"Don't worry, dear. We don't need to try it out today. Tomorrow will do. Now, run along upstairs and sit in the corner."