Diaspora Museum/Page5

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

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Acknowledgements
Thanks to Darkriver for the concept of the spank and weigh. I knew you wanted to see it full realised, hope it meets your approval.

Janice's Long Day (05)
- Looking around, Deci was still in a machine despite having gone in after her hairbrush spanking and the two sisters were side by side in a different machine. It was surprising but there were no bolsters here for the twins, the children simple fastened by the hands and the feet. The machine seamed to be tracking the children's rumps, the stick holding the paddle moving up, down, left and right as the children being spanked wiggled and moved, delivering inconsistent smacks but delivering them precisely onto the child's behind.

Still physically attached to the line, only one other penni was on the long piece of cloth normally used to bind the children together, and while Janice was still sniffing a little from her smarting behind, Janice had substantially more freedom with nobody else between tugging on it or getting in her way. Janice rubbed her bottom as she and the older boy Sepi drew their Kidd cuffs right down to the end of the three metre train of cloth where a large wooden ring kept the kiddie cuffs from coming off the stream. With a three metre train connecting the two children to the guide they actually had a little bit of leave way, and went back and forth around the room looking at the wide variety of dolls, watching some of the other children get their dues and always returning to the guide before checking something else out so the ten feet of cloth wouldn't get tangled on things. After five minutes or so even though Janice was still rubbing her already abused backside and sniffing a little, both children had become completely absorbed by the exhibits.

"The museum is actually quite interesting when your not on the receiving end isn't it?" Sepi put forwards. Janice nodded, staring at the dolls and exhibits and idly sucking her thumb as she looked around. "I came here a couple of times as a voluntarus." Sepi explains then frowns. "Never thought I'd be on this side of the process." The boy rubs his rump with one hand before giving a tug and leading the younger girl to another exhibit. Janice extracted hr thumb.

"I don't really get why all the dolls?" "Don't you?" Janice looked up at the five year old and shook her head. "These dolls show the evolution of spanking Sams and Suzies!" he explained, "I guess you missed that part of the lecture." he indicated a doll dressed in oriental styles with a pale white face. "Most of them were designed with the base concept that children - or adults - would treat them like a child, use them as a playmate and more importantly act out parenting scenarios with them. Like this one, if you pull that dress off you'd find a moulded body and a re-enforced bottom designed to withstand a spanking." Jan looked at the doll sceptically and nodded. "Yes, but they aren't really spanking stuff are they? I mean I'd expect paddles and machines and -" "They have paddles!" Janice stopped mid sentence at the interruption only to have the boy grab her hand and tug her back in the direction of the guide.

Jan made a face when it became obvious Sepi was going to talk to their appointed guide and torturer.

"Miss!" Jan hid behind the boy as best as possible as he spoke up. "Miss, um. Guide woman." He continued, and pointed down towards the exit. "I want to show Janice the Paddles of Fame! Can we move down that way a little so we can look?" "Paddles of fame?" the girl whispered behind Sepi's back. "What on earth?"

After a moment of thought the guide consented. "You realise your not allowed to use them." the woman explained, taking the two children around the edge of the room. The wail of the children currently in machines blended with casual chatting of non-pennies and adults as they walked, the museum was not by any means a quiet place as everyone who wanted to talk had to speak over the sound of constant crying and sobbing coming from the three to five year olds with their abused bottom. The group stopped half way as a couple of pennies were unloaded from machines. Through a bright red face that matched her bright red bottom Janice was just able to make out Marcia's crying face having just come from a board, similar to the wooden horses from the earlier exhibits but made out of more modern materials.

Marcia's mother wiped her child's face and attached her to the line, Sepi and Janice hugging the girl until her crying had calmed down. According to the plaque the machine she'd just come off let the parent select one of two paddles or a switch and a severity level. The machine had delivered a random number of spanks and moved them around, tracking Marcia's bottom to find out what areas were relatively unspanked and even up the punishment. Glancing at Marcia's bottom, Janice admired the effect. Where previous machines had only turned the main globes of Marcia's cheeks bright red the Machine she'd just come off had left the pre-spanked areas alone and turned the rest of each cheek into a ball of fire. The entirety of each of Marcia's globes was now a complete red colour and Janice winced in sympathy, holding her fellow three year old.

"We do deserve it you know." Janice admits the issue, Marcia nods and just cries as the line moves on, picking up the older boy Augustus. Janice looks at this machine. "'Smart'? Spank and weight?" she asks out loud as Augustus is being unloaded. She looks at this then tries to look across to the other side of the room where she had thought the spank and weight was earlier. The Guides instinct kicks in.

"Very Good Question!" her voice raises in response to Jan's query. "Yes, earlier I introduced a spank and weigh we couldn't use on young pennies, but this is a much newer model!" the guide taps the coin box on the front of the machine as the bolters moved out of the way and released Augustus, his mother bringing the sorry five year old back to the line and cuffing him in place between Janice and Sepi. His short tail fought the band around his waist, trying to lower itself to cover his shame and sadness as the boy snuffled and twitched his ears. Janice looks over the device. "It has multiple paddles?" She enquires and the guide speaks up, nodding her head.

"Quite right! The 'Smart' spank and weigh instead of scaling the force of the impact, changes paddle according to the person's weight!" Janice squeals as the guide picks her up and stands her on the platform, Janice noticing the bolsters on either side of her. They connected into the machine on what looked like slides and the scale on the machine shifted automatically with Janice's weight to show a 52 pounds. The three year old made a face. "I'm not sixty two pound!" the three year old complains with a confused expression, "Am I?", She looks down at her figure. "Should I be pleased about this?" "No no!" the Guide interrupts, "This device is in Kilograms. The device has detected you weight approximately that of a three year old!" the guide instructs, "If someone were to put credits into the machine it would then give you ten smacks per credit with an appropriate paddle! Want to try!"

Janice takes a moment to register the question but her response is a clear and definite "NO THank YOu very MUCH!" and the three year old begins dismounting from the spank and weigh, only to find her mother standing right in front of her. Janice meeps and clasps her hands in front of her as Altessa stares down at the young penni. "Um." Janice said "We were just going to go look at the paddles!" Altessa smiles, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Janice points back to the machine. "Let me guess... Get back up there?" Altessa nods and Jan's face drops as she turns around and stomps back onto the platform, the guide uncuffs Jan from the line and led Augustus and Marcia away.

"Look after her!" Janice calls to the boys, seeing the expression on the young penny's face - Janice turns at her mothers command and puts her hands and feet into loops of cloth - two of the floor for each foot and one in front of her on a post. Jan's mum puts three credits into the machine and the smart spank and weigh kicks into gear, a bolster positioning itself under the child's crotch and another coming across from behind to make Janice bend over. The loops around her hands and feet tighten to hold the child in place and something goes 'clunk' inside the machine. The spank and weight wastes no time.

Her voice wobbles in time with the thuds, the paddle making her body shake on the uncertain surface of the bolsters holding her in place. Vaguely in the background the three year old hears a voice talking over her. "Thankyou for the donations." The guide is saying over the sound of the machines thuds and clacks, "The museum has several of these around town and they provide an important part of our funding!" she explains, Janice looks up through tearful eyes, the gasping and notices her mother staring down at her with a semi smug look. "Not at all!" Altessa replies, "It's very satisfying that my daughter wants to learn about history so enthusiastically!" Janice gives her mum a filthy look and closes her eyes, continuing her loud wail as the machine very rapidly beats out thirty strokes upon the child's tender rump.
 * Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* The machine goes clunk between each smack as the one paddle alternates from left cheek to right cheek and back again without a pause so that all Janice has time to do is let out a loud and clear "WAAAAAAAAAA!"

What fire had calmed down after her experience in the five-seat spanker was being ignited again and Janice's only consolation was that the machine would be finished soon at its current rate of smacks. Her wail and crying continues for a little while after the machines finished and it takes a moment for Janice to realise it's over - the fire in her rump was so fierce she hadn't even felt the impact of the last ten or so swats. Still crying, Janice tried to hug her mum as she was pulled down from the spank and weigh only to have her arms swatted away. Janice kept forgetting, this was a special punishment day and too much affection was frowned upon. The three year old stood there, mother kneeling in front of her and being there even though she was refusing to hug the child. Vaguely, Janice heard her mother's comments; "You're handling this very well." It was a compliment if a back handed one - Altessa smoothed the child's hair - "you're handling your punishment like a little trooper and I'm proud. Remember why you're going through this?" Janice nodded, although she suspected her mother wanted more than that. It took a moment for the child to recover her voice.

"I stole a space ship." Janice hiccuped and Altessa helped her to blow her nose. "I stole a ship, and crashed it killing people/" Janice asserted, every one of the Pennies here had a story, a reason why they were going through this and it didn't hurt to re-iterate this. Janice's loud crying subsided and she sniffed quietly. She had to admit she had started forgetting exactly why she was enduring this torture. Altessa took her daughter by the hand and led her over to where the Pennies were gathering again.