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This story is based on LukingDragon's: Rejuve Universe and focuses around the special Punishment day known as 'Diaspora'. Disporia is a day when the normal limitations for the punishment of rejuvinated criminals are lifted, allowing almost abusive levels of spanking and focuses around the use of 'Spanking Machines'.

The level of punishment used on special punishment days IS ABUSIVE and countered bt the fact that nano-technology and love and attention is used to make sure there are no permanant scars or injuries. If you do not want to read this THEN LEAVE

Janice's Long Day (03)
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Coming off the Bicycle looking spanker, Janice was not surprised to realise that the tour had continued without her presence, her mother taking her back to the 'line' and clipping her back in to position at her place in the que.

She talked to Janice as she did, saying "I understand you wanting to help out that other penni". Janice frowned, "I thought the thing wouldn't be that bad since it was older." "And it won't!" Jan looked up at her mother with a confused expression and Altessa placed her hands on either side of Jan's face affectionately. "Your assumption was right - it's on the gentler end of the things you'll experience here - but all you've ensured is that her first machine will be worse than this one was."

Janice mouthed and eventually got the words out "But I was trying to help her!" Altessa chuckled - "There is no helping on special punishment days, everyone gets exactly what they deserve my dear - plus some on top of that just to keep them honest!" Janice frowned, this was exactly what she was beginning to fear.

Sobbing only slightly, and carrying her underwear in her hands, Jan went to hold on to her mother as she disappeared back into the crowd of onlookers but was unable to. Fortunately the other kids were there - the little Penni called Marcia wrapping her arms around her new friend and watching on.

Maylu was having her first turn; and apparently the boy Julias was as well. Side by side - to save space no doubt - were two small benches not unlike the use used in the first exhibit but clearly designed for just one person at a time. Behind the two crying four-year-olds was a paddle on a long stick that was moving up and down on the children's rumps with surprising regularity.

"This clockwork machine had to be wound by hand" the guide was saying "With each wind corresponding to eight smacks - by strapping an individual in and winding it so many times you could have the machine give a specific number of smacks and then stop - meaning that you as a disciplinarian could walk away, have a cup of tea and come back later once the child had finished being punished. As the child is effectively restrained and the count limited by the number of turns there was no chance for abuse, and the child could even have some time-out while there!"

Janice stared at the two pennies faces, Maylu was trying her best not to cry but her face was already screwed up in a ball of pain and misery, tears silently running down her face. A boy standing behind her - one of the five year olds - spoke up.

"That friend of your's is brave!" Jan looked up and smiled. "That's Maylu, I'm Jan" The boy nodded, he looked Italian or something. "Sepi," he replied, "If I know my mum I'll be going in that soon!" "Why?" Jan blinked, "Does she like the older machines - I would have thought the new ones more effective?" The boy laughed, "well there is that - but Maylu there is my sis for this cycle!" the boy waves at the girl up on the machine, not that she's in any mood to respond with anything but crying and a filthy look. Jan looked from the boy to the girl, he was clearly a year older which was unusual but other than that there was nothing odd at all that the two of them shouldn't be.

"I get it then." Jan nodded, "You share the first spanking, I don't have any siblings this cycle, I might later but my mum is probably gonna be random with my spankings." "I hear everyone takes a turn on the last exhibit." "Why would they do that?" Janice gives Sepi a sceptical look, "Is there something special about the last one?" The older boy nods, "You have it exactly. The last exhibit is the latest model of spanking machine, it's the main reason everyone is here!" Jan frowns at that, looking back at Maylu and Julias as the spanking machine wound down and left the children pinned in the exhibit with nicely tanned and red behind. Janice looked around as a mummy and a daddy approached, one taking a Red headed 5yo and the other collecting Sepi. This time the guide allowed the parents to strap their children into the clockwork machines and she moved on to the last exhibit in this room. Jan looked from this machine to the previous, now occupied by the 5yo's she'd been talking to a moment before.

This machine surprisingly wasn't that different; the basic principal was the same however it was clear that this machine was substantially lighter. Unlike the previous machine this one took up substantially less room as there wasn't a bench that the child had to be tied on to - rather the child being made to bend over a small padded bar which could be adjusted to the child's height. "This was the beginning of the use of bolsters for spanking and while this bolster doesn't adjust itself automatically like modern units, the machine can be moved to the same height to make the spanking more effective!" Jan nodded at the explanation from the guide and looked around, between the last three exhibits there weren't many children not strapped to a machine. The first exhibit was now vacant but the wheel spanking machine still had two children lined up at it and the clockwork another three. Janice looked around and suddenly realised that only two of the children remained un-spanked, the 3yo girl who had cried over being put in the bicycle contraption and a four year old girl.

Janice turned to the other little girl, he face was pale and she was blatantly scared. Jan stared at the young girl before wrapping her arms around her. "What's your name?" "Marcia" the other 3yo replied, relaxing into the hug of her fellow penny. Janice smiled, trying to make sense of the young girl's absolute fear and forgetting her own panic attack at the entrance to the museum. "You'll have to go in one sooner or later." Jan talked to Marcia, "Wouldn't it be better to get them out of the way fast?" Marcy shook her head, the guide had finished her brief explanation and Jan and Marcia's parents were coming for them. "I - I'm not that old and this is my first Special punishment..." Marcy was shaking slightly, "I haven't known anything about Pennies till now - its so... The punishments are so..." "Extreme?" Janice put in, the girl nodded. "We're Pennies now." Janice affirmed, "I hear they make it this bad to start with as a kind of shock treatment. Thing get better later." Marcia frowned, letting the other three year old support her weight until their parents came for them.

Janice's mother took her young girl to the machine, it was side by side to the one Marcia was using so, for comfort, Janice reached out and the two girl's held hands as Janice's dress was hoisted up and Marcia's pants pulled off and underwear removed. Both machines were adjusted into position, with the girl's feet anchored to the ground and a bar each positioned under their weist and under their chests. "These devices while complicated to set up were meant to be left set up for regular use and were small enough that they could be kept in even the smallest bedroom or lounge room." The guide spoke, using levers on the machine to select the smallest sized paddles then turned on the machine.

Janice looked cautiously over at the other little three year old holding her hand - her face was screwed up in the pain of the regular one-two strokes as well and the noise of the machine behind them sounded like a growl. The two girls caught each other's eyes. "She needs comfort." Janice though, and decided to give in. Closing her eyes the three year old rejuve submitted to the pain and began bawling her eyes out, crying loudly and clearly and unintelligibly. A moment later Marcia joined in, the two toddler's voices joining together in a strange harmony and drowining out the less enthusiastic cries of the older children on the other machines.
 * SMACK* .... *SMACK* ..... *SMACK* ..... *SMACK* ..... the machines seamed to take a little while to warm up, each one striking it's subject's rump in counterstroke to the other machine. Hand in hand the two girls started crying out "Ow, Ow Ow Ow OW Ow!" in turn until the machines found their rhythms and started making their passes around the children's rumps. Held in that uncomfortable position Janice was finding her-self short of breath and it didn't take long for the punishment to draw some racking sobs from the little girl.

Altessa and Marcia's mother both watched from the audience with rather satisfied and, possibly even relieved expressions on their faces and as both girls cried themselves probably harder than they were actually being punished at. By the time both children were released from the machines their faces were as red as their rumps and their eyes sore and cheeks covered with tears. Pulled out of the machines, neither of the children received hugs from their mothers but were allowed to hold each other and cry till they had calmed down. Two older girl's were being loaded into these machine's now, grade four children, one was called April and the other June - apparently they were sisters as the same father came forwards to unhook them from the line and strap them into the machine. If the two blond girls weren't sisters then Janice assumed he must have been sitting them for some reason.

By the time the tour came to the little stall at the exit into the next room, both of the young girl's had calmed down somewhat, had their faces wiped clear or tears and snot and were smiling. The boy, Feble according to his mother, was with them as was Maylu As the Guide instructed all Pennies to wait at the counter while she fetched something from a cupboard. Janice sniffed; there was a smell in the air, almost sweet but somehow pugnant. Without thinking she spoke up, addressing their torturer directly.

"You have a good nose!" was the reply with a wink, the guide brought forth a tray with little finger shaped items on it. They were orange and wrapped in some kind of polymer - the smell was definitely coming from these little fingers. "That's ginger." the boy behind them commented, "I'd know it anywhere, I used to be a cook!" Janice looked back at the 5yo boy who'd spoken - he was tall even for a five year old and had short spiky hair. "What would you make things out of ginger for?" "Very good question!" The guide interrupted, "This is what's known as a Fig of ginger, the treatment was believed to originate in the navy as a way of keeping soldiers - active, for lack of a better word." the guide smiled at Janice in a way that she didn't like. "The punishment later got passed on to children during Edwardian times and is considered slightly too sadistic for modern culture, but fair game for Special Punishment days."

Janice did NOT like the sound of this and tried to back away, only to be held in place by the cloth line connected to her wrist. "Since you asked you can go first," The guide was rounding on Janice, making her wish she hadn't asked. "Once I put this in, it will stay in until I say it can come out." "Come out of where?" The guide was a professional. Grabbing the young girl by the top of her dress, the guide pulled Janice across her knee in a standing position that lifted the girl's rump up in the air. Janice heard a sound of tearing as the plastic was torn off the fig - and suddenly there was a fire in a place where the sun shouldn't shine.

Janice's squeal echoed around the entire complex as the ginger fig was inserter into her anus, sitting in the hole like a dummy in a baby's mouth - not going in but not falling out. As Janice was stood up straight the chemicals in the ginger made her anus feel like it was on fire, she wriggled, she screeched and the guide had to tie Janice's free hand onto the line to keep her from reaching behind to try and pull it out. She wriggled, she struggled and eventually found that the only position in which the fig didn't sting her was when she was bent over and making an effort to stay still. Walking would be out of the question at least for now, and Jan couldn't help but get teary again.

One by one as each child came off their machines and were brought to the door to the next room - they too were figged so that by the time they were done there were 12 wiggling, struggling, crying little children dancing on a line and giving the smug guide filthy looks.

"There we go - you kids can keep those in until after each of you gets your next spanking!" the guide instructed, getting a snide response from Julias. "Oh I get it; you want us to volunteer for machines to get rid of them!" "Spot on!" the guide snapped back, earning some laughter from the crowd of watching children and adults. "Call it, encouragement!"

And with that the guide led the way to 'The Mechanical Age'.