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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 (04)
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Twelve little penny's wriggled and jiggled, dancing on a line as the Tour guide tugged and tugged on the cloth joining the Penitatas together. Each loop on the streamer of cloth could slide along the cloth so as the children tried to avoid the stinging burning sensation provided by the ginger Figs in their rumps, they were slowly clustering together at the end of the line, running into each other and the younger stepping on the shoes of the children behind.

"This Isn't Fair!" the boy Julias was whining. Taking this out now!" "She won't until we volunteer for a machine!" The red headed boy from one of the last exhibits butted in, "I Know that Nova - but they didn't do this last time!" "get it out, get it out -" Janice looked around at the other kids through her tears, her surroundings slowly getting through. All twelve children had tears in their eyes but ironically it was the older kids making the most fuss! Marcia, like April and Maylu were following Janice's led, keeping bent over as much as possible, walking slightly funny and just trying to get through this.

"The Mechanical Age of Spanking was when everything changed!" The guide was explaining, "In the early years, what we think of as ancient history spanking was used regularly but it was unsophisticated. Other than the occasional machine - those interested in spanking had nothing but the bad child, paintings and cheaply made cloth dolls." Janice hesitated to try and straighten, looking around herself through teary eyes and her mouth dropped open. She stood for a little too long and had to be shoved roughly by one of the children behind to keep up with the guide.

"For as long as adults have spanked children and found more interesting and effective ways of doing so - the children being spanked have imitated the behaviour!" Twisting her head but unable to see over some of the adults fanning out into this room, Janice was surprised to see - "So MANY DOLLS!" her voice rang out. Set out around the room, placed on stands around the room or hanging from the walls were dozens of dolls, everything from wool and cloth teddy bears to porcelain dolls, clay dolls and the more modern synthetic dolls. Some were in glass cases, some weren't.

Janice just watched in aww, respectful as she should be of the amount of time and effort clearly spent finding the dolls. Not everyone was appreciative, Janice twisted in mid action as a flush toy went flying over their heads, only to be caught rather expertly by the guide. She wasn't smiling. "We don't care about these fricking dolls!" Janice didn't recognise the girl who had thrown the doll, but thought she had been one of the children placed on the very first exhibit. She was thin, and not coping well with the fig resulting in an 'I need to go potty dance'. Janice blinked, not hearing as the guide clearly said "No!" then continued talking. Tugging on the line and trying to see where her mother was, Janice wriggled - something bad was going on. It was hard to tell with the burning sensation in her anus but there was another warmth and pressure very, very close to that region.

"The evolution of a true spanking doll was based on the grounds that most children who have experience a spanking will, sooner or later, play spank!" The guide was holding up the plush toy so that it's legs were bending down. "Once upon a time dolls were made all in one with inflexible limbs, but seeing children put their doll 'OTK' and spank it, makers began building dolls that had a clear and spank-able rump!" Janice was positive now, something was definitely wrong.

"Mum!" She squeaked, not wanting to confess to what was happening. "Oh for pity sake woman!" Julias was jumping on side with the blond girl that had thrown the soft toy - oblivious to the fact that the girl was now being chided by her mother just inches behind him. "Let us see the machines already!" Julias was yelling, wincing and letting off squeak sounds whenever he tried to stand up too straight. "I think it's interesting!" Marcie put in, somehow she'd found a comfortable standing position and was looking at the dolls with great interest.

"Muuum..." Janice squeaked again, for some reason she couldn't see Altessa anywhere and the girl was running out of options. "You'll go in machines when your parents agree to it!" the guide was telling the children, "No, Deci, You can stay like that - but you WILL go over my knee!" The guide nodded at the declaration from Deci's mother, tossing the small cuff-key to the woman to release the five year old.

As Decibel was picked up, yelling and complaining and wiggling and taken over to a bench for an earned punishment, Janice got up the guts to speek to the guide. "From dolls with obvious buts there was a progress, clay dolls and porcelain dolls made in China and Japan -" The guide was saying, Janice walked up to the guide and tugged on her dress. "These more realistic looking dolls had moulded faces and real hair, and were designed to imitate a child in weight and height but" - Janice tugged on the guides skirt again, bringing the woman up short. "- and, what is it child!" She finally consented to speak to Janice. "I won't take the plug out!" It was all Janice could do to whisper, Janice was that embarrassed and as a result she had to repeat.

The guide laughed, patting the little girl on the back. "Is this Girl's mother still here?" the guide checked her sheet, "Janice!" She said, "Is Mrs Jareds here?" Janice was dying of shame as she performed an over-exaggerated 'gotta-pee' dance and spotted suddenly her Mum coming forwards from one of the other exhibits on the far side of the room. The child tugged on the line, ignoring Altessa's 'not to pleased' expression.

"If you must know!" the tall woman was saying, "I was looking at a steam powered spanking machine and thinking of putting you in it!" the blond woman addressed her child, thankfully the guide had a 'little' compassion if not a lot. Unlocking the kiddy-cuff that was holding Janice to the line, the little girl very awkwardly trotted across to her mum and latched onto her leg. Janice's expression softened a little at the obvious show of affection. Behind them the mention of a machine had drawn the attention of the other children, Feble, April, Augustus, Julias, Maylu and Sepi all calling out to their parents at once to be put on the machine "Please, now mum, please!" as they wriggled and danced.

Janice looked up at her mum. "I need potty!" She said just loud enough for her mum to hear, the little girl staring up with a pleading face. Altessa mouthed, having completely forgotten this possibility - as a fresh rejuve the child had little to no bladder control yet so the surprise was more that there hadn't been a mess Already! Altessa wasted no time. While she had no problem embarrassing her daughter it would not do to make a mess in a public place like this.

June and Augustus were the lucky first Penni's to enter the steam powered spanker, the Guide explaining the device as they were loaded in, Janice being taken away from the group and off to one side - she was surprised to see though not to the toilets (wherever they were). Lifted onto a seat in a standing position, Janice pouted and looked around with confusion. Decibel, the loud girl from before was on a bench not far away and getting the business end of a hairbrush on her behind rather enthusiastically. Self-consciously Janice's thumb went to her mouth, she was unaware as her mother fetched a nappy from the large side bag that served as the woman's purse and pulled it up onto the three year old.

Janice blinked, and extracted her thumb. "The fig.." without thinking she gave her mother puppy dog eyes - all she got was a massive thump on her nappy-clad behind. Janice eeped as she was led back to the line and tried to relax her muscles. "Let it out" She chanted, surprisingly it was harder than she expected on account of the Fig still in her behind. Janice pouted and waited her body out, watching as other children were being loaded into the steam powered and the first electric powered paddling machines. It was amusing that the electric one had a fake hand instead of a proper paddle, a piece of wood cut into a hand shape, covered in leather made up to look roughly hand-like. This fake-hand however stuck with a much faster pace than the older machine with a larger and harder surface.

Not that Janice was paying that much attention - between trying to get her body to relax, rather than risk peeing all over the floor once the fig was removed, Janice tried to concentrate on actually emptying her bladder, bending over and trying to ease the burn and tension on the other side of her body. She finally managed this some minutes later as the woman began explaining the first original spank and weigh.

"The first machine to show any kind of intelligence to the spanking!" She explains, "The spank and weigh, for children over a certain weight, adjusts the force of the impacts according to the weight of the child being put on it!" The guide was explaining, Janice finally relaxed. "We would permit you children to use this machine normally except for one problem, for anyone under age of six the smacks are virtually painless!" That got the kids attention, the three remaining children all complaining to be let use it anyhow if it meant removing the figs - the audience laughed at this, several of them telling the Penitatas to shush - but the guide wasn't going to keep them waiting.

Janice was looking at a display - having relieved her mind of a burden and noticed a small pedestal with a little doll in it. The doll was one of the clay dolls, and clearly a model but it was loaded into a small imitation of a spanking machine. It was working, the little paddle swinging up and down powered by a container of water in some kind of perpetual motion. Each time the paddle came down on the doll's behind it let out a 'waa' sound that seamed to be coming from some device inside the doll. This brought Janice back to the matter at hand.

"Can I go on one now?" She called out to nobody in particular and tried to turn around. The burn from the ginger wasn't as bad now but it was still inconvenient. Janice looked around as the remainder of the group were led to a large machine. Janice looked up at it - wondering why she hadn't noticed an exhibit against this wall. Janice looked up Higher!

"The SpankoMatic!" the guide was explaining, "Created by a doll manufacturer as a machine in a comic, converted to a toy, then realised for actual spanking machine - the SpankoMatic takes five children of any age, allows you to set severity levels on a set of controls for each individual!" Janice ogled, wide eyed and trying to back off, tugging against the line as fear came over her. The machine consisted of a series of bolters designed to hold the children in a spanking position, above it a grand total of twenty paddles. This machine LOOKED dangerous, as though just standing in it could tear you to shred. "I change my mind - I don't wanna go in that one!" She insists, "I don't wanna!" "I Don't Wanna!" the kids were echoing each other as everyone struggled to get away from the machine of torture. It wasn't going to happen.

Grabbed by the hand, Altessa had manifested again out of nowhere, checking "Have you gone now?" Janice had nodded without thinking and it was too late to take the response back - four other children being pulled along with them. Walked in single-file and helped to bend over by the bolsters, the height of each bolster had to be adjusted manually but the height of the mechanism behind the child automatically lowered as the bolster was lowered. Most of the children, Janice herself, made pleading faces at their parents with the exception of the boy, Octavius. He had been pulled off another machine just moments before and was giving his mother a filthy look as he was loaded into another one so soon after. Janice was already crying, as the mechanisms came down to bend each of the children over and a board pushed in behind to hold the legs still the guide was adjusting a series of sliding knobs on the side of the giant mechanism.

The machine clicked, the machine whirred, something groaned and three of the kids burst out with instinctive cries of pain despite nothing having happened yet. There were giggles from the audience at this, then the machine started whirring and the first paddle went 'SMACK!'

The smack came from the far end, where the boys were - Janice looking out the corner of her eye as a paddle came down this time on Sepi, and the third paddle coming down on Maylu. Janice immediately noticed the difference in the paddle but the speed at which the paddles moved, the little girl couldn't help but close her eyes and start bawling. When the paddle came down on her rump, she felt it and hiccuped mid cry.

In the first three minutes, each child was spanked five times, by ten minutes however the machine had sped up. What started out as time scales of the children's voices in response to the smacks dissolved into continual wails and sniffs and cries. Within ten minutes a full forty strikes had been delivered and the machine wound down.

The fire in Janice's rump was unbearable. The fig hadn't been allowed out, and with it encouraging each child to spread their cheeks Janice felt like every inch of her rump had been punished. Janice wasn't even aware of being pulled from the machine at first, or the hated fig being removed. Her rump was a ball of fire, this latest spanking adding to the spankings beforehand so that her bum cheeks were a bright cherry red. Hugged, just briefly by her mother and barely aware of being hugged, Janice was re-attached to the line and ordered. "Hands on head - keep up with the Guide!" She was told. Janice felt her mother wiping her face and blew her nose when instructed. She had been aware she was having trouble breathing, snot and tears clogging her nose and the clear away helped. Hands on head she looked around herself, body else was being loaded into the five person spanker - but then most of them were fresh from other machines like Octavius had been and Janice suspected not many of the parents were that nasty as to put their child straight from one machine into that machine.