Diaspora Museum/Page8

Diaspora for the Young
Final Chapter

The door closed behind Janice, clicking shut. Getting inside had been easy, anybody at any time with these new machines could open the door from the outside but as the door snapped shut behind her it was obvious there was no handle here. Recognising Janice's presence inside the machine using weight sensors in the floor, and by sensing the closing of the Smartspank(tm) screen lit up and little overhead lights turned on.



The machine displayed.  the text displayed on the screen in Panglish as a kind male voice read out the words.  Janice giggled at that. None of the other spanking machines introduced themselves; probably some programmer had thought that the introduction would make the machine seam less scary.



"Okay..." Janice said. "So basically, I'm only locked in from my side. Anyone on the outside can get me out whenever they like and if something goes wrong I'll be automatically released! Totally Reassuring!" she giggled again.

 Getting control of her giggles she replied to the machine "Alright, give me a minute!" and started pulling off her dress. She was already knickerless so that was pretty much all there was, and once it was neatly folded and put in the draw the machine spoke up again.  "You're welcomed." Janice replied politely.

 Janice did a double take. "You mean you can actually hear my responses?" The machine seamed to think about this for a moment then simply repeated its earlier question.

"Okay. Cant handle Deviation!" Janice took a breath. "Janice Ellen Jareds, Penny, Age 3, sentenced to Eight cycles of ages 3 to 7. First cycle" she said clearly, noting that as she said the words the computer responded by highlighting parts.

    

Janice looked at the word query wondering what it meant then remembered her sentence officially was written "Eight to fourteen cycles" but the machine didn't appear that fussed.   the screen said quietly. It hesitated. 

Janice checked, stooping to make sure her feet were exactly on it.  she looked up. <Janice, your current height is not within normal tolerances for a three year old child!> Janice stood bolt upright, "Sorry, I didn't know what you were doing!" <Please make sure you are standing on the X in the centre of the booth with your arms down!> Standing stock still Janice waited for the verdict.

<Error cancelled. Thankyou> <Janice Jareds, your current height is 38 inches. Your current weight is 38 pounds. You are overweight!> Janice blinked. "What, No I'm not! Hey, I am NOT overweight!" Janice looked at her body then looked up at the screen where it was showing her body as viewed by a camera behind her.

Outside the booth information was flashing up at the screen step by step, Janice's details, weight, size for everyone to see, blissfully she was completely unaware of this. On the screen underneath the picture of her back and rump a pile of script was scrolling up silently.

<Age, weight, body type, concur.> <Safe implements; Soft Paddle, Kindern Paddle, Nursery Switch, Nursery Cane> The machine spoke up again <Please place your hands on the handlebars in front of you> Nodding, Janice looked around. Coming out of the wall just under the screen was what looked like a pair of handlebars from a bicycle, taking one in each hand she suddenly found her hands were bound by thick cloth soft cloth to make sure she continued hanging on. Up beside the image of her backside a little heart symbol appeared and the system started monitoring and displaying Janice's vitals. The machine worked quickly and quietly, no delay. Padded bolsters came forwards out of the wall in front of her while additional bolsters appeared behind her rising out of the floor. Before she knew what was happening there was a bolster behind her knees with a piece of cloth pulling tight around her legs to hold them still, a bolster right in front of her waist and a bolster in front of her chest.

As the handlebar in front of her pulled downwards, the large soft bolster under her arms also lowered keeping firm but gentle pressure. Janice had the mental image of being put over a mechanical lap. Legs and arms held down low where they were out of the way her body was lying horizontal exactly as though she was over a lap with a final unseen bolster coming down behind her back like a motherly hand. From the moment she had put her hands on the handlebars the whole thing was finished by the time she said "Whoa, wait a moment what's happening." The mechanism rose up a little so that Janice could still see the screen.

While the bolsters had been moving and restraining the young girl, the computer had not been completely idle. On the screen outside the Guide was checking panels as screen after screen fired up to life with details of the Penitata's name, age, vitals, statistics and confirmed sentences. Reading from the chip it also began displaying on the outside screens the calculations it would use to generate the punishments.

<Age Severity, 3. 10 to 70 spanks> <Behaviour report 1, Very Good> <Crime Level 7, Bad> <Base Function out of; 7> <Generating.....> <First Implement = Kindern Paddle> <Rand(7) 6 times = 5,6,3,4,3,3,5 <Total:29>

On the side of the display two little red lights were lit up under warnings and along the bottom clear marking of what the warnings were. "Error in Sentence details" "Error in Height/Weight!" but a moment later the height error vanished.

The machine seamed to stop and think at this point before deciding <Kindern paddle x 25 strikes> For children going on the Spanking Tour only one implement was used, it was a rule on account of all the other machines the children had gone under, hence every single child's behaviour as showing as one despite their actual behaviour.

Looking at the screen outside the booth and tapping it to make it display the interior / rear view of her penni, Janices mother performed some quick maths. This made Janice's sixth, no... Fifth machine. They'd missed one. 40 on the first machine, 30 on the second, 45 on the fourth and forty on the fifth that meant her little penni had recieved 110 paddle spanks so far today plus 29 now... "One Hundred and Thirty Nine!" she declared, "Not including earned spankings. I don't think that's a bad figure to call it a day on, how about you Jan?" Altessa stood and watched her daughter's silent spanking as the machine inside declared proudly her little girl's fate. "And tonight at bedtime the same number in hand spanks I think, She wasnt exactly on her best behaviour today after all!"

Inside the machine Janice tried to wriggle and squirm as the SmartSpank lowered a paddle on long jointed arm out of the roof. Her already blistered bottom clear on display and the bolsters firmly holding her in an OTK position the paddle began striking, breaking the remaining blisters that were already on Janice's rump. The 3yo wailed as, alternating from cheek to cheek and trying to target less spanked areas the machine moved the paddle around her rump a grand total of twenty nine times. By the end of the spanking Janice's face was a ball of tears and snot, her sorry bum a ball of pain. The machine waited until Janice's heart rate had calmed down, still monitoring her vitals then lowered her to the ground and gradually retracted the bolsters, making sure to deposit Janice's limp form on the ground gently before releasing her hands. Once it had the draw beside Janice popped open and the door popped open.

Janice sat there and sulked for a little while until her mum opened the door and chided her. "Come on Hun get dressed, Thats the end of disporia for my naughty little penni. Remember, this is a reminder of all the lives lost cause of your selfishness and recklessness with that spaceship. Lets go home, and you can have a little nap!" Helping her tired out daughter to dress since she was too tired and too well spanked to dress herself, Altessa hefted the little three year old up into her arms.

"When we get home you can have a nice sleep. It's been a long day I can see you need one."

<We hope your experience here was miserable.> the computer Politely stated

<Please leave the booth as you found it>

--> The End <-- --> Probably <--

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============ Well people, Thats the end of the line for Janice and my Twelve little pennies. I had a lot of fun writing this, even if my penitants didnt, and I think I got to achieve the goals I set out for.

1 - See what Disporia would be like for Pre-school Pennies 2 - What to non-pennies like to do on disporia if not taking part in a science fair. 3 - Do Pennies ever get to eat normal food 4 - What kind of machines can would a society based around spanking use 5 - What would it be like to write a disporia that isnt anti-machine spanking (LD's story clearly was).

If you dont think I met any of those goals comment. If you do comment. I accept all comments and critisisms so please, tell me what you think now that we finally got here!