This story inspired me to write "Cyberdyne ASM5."  -- C.L.




                   AI: FUTURE IMPERFECT

                           by

                      Joe Whatever 



Principal Debbie Gibson took a deep breath, pressed the START 
button, and placed her dainty wrists into the restraints.

The wrist and ankle cuffs immediately ratcheted shut, the waist 
strap tightened, and the padded bench arched her luscious bottom 
high into the air.

Debbie despised spanking machines.  But the radical new artificial 
intelligence engine in the SPANKMASTER 2050 intrigued her.

She would not be spanked; she had set the machine in TEST mode.  
But, as she squirmed anxiously over the padded bench, wearing only 
her t-shirt and underpants, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl 
awaiting punishment.

"So, how many times a week do you diddle yourself, girl?" the 
masculine Scottish voice asked.

Debbie blushed and nervously bit her lip.  She had playfully 
chosen the incredibly sexy SEAN CONNERY voice, but now the 
artificial intelligence engine "mind prober" had scanned her 
mind and selected the "crime" of masturbation.

How humiliating!

"N-ne-never...Sir!" she stammered.

"It was three times this week, you randy minx!" Headmaster Connery 
growled.  "Lying strumpets get the CANE...on the BARE!"

She was impressed that a mere machine could effortlessly expose 
her darkest secrets.

But her admiration turned to horror as the news interrupted the 
background muzak.  "A computer bug has been found in the 
SPANKMASTER product.  This causes so-called test spankings to be 
administered full force and broadcasts the punishments to dozens 
of Internet spanking sites.  Company engineers warn customers to 
use the EMERGENCY STOP feature...."

She was alone; the office door was double locked.  She sweated and 
strained against the restraints as she frantically struggled to 
reach the enormous and tantalizingly close EMERGENCY STOP button.

The large red button was ridiculously easy to reach...if you 
weren't strapped bottom up over the spanking bench.

"A baker's dozen, you juicy minx!" the headmaster chortled.

Debbie blushed crimson as the machine teasingly peeled down her 
knickers....

She squirmed as the cane SWISHED! practice strokes through the air, 
occasionally pausing to playfully tap a test stroke against her 
flinching, squirming bottom cheeks.  The teasing headmaster 
chuckled about her "tight, saucy fanny."

Debbie knew the wicked machine was probing her mind to make the 
anticipation as painful and embarrassing as possible....

The first six strokes were agonizing.  The headmaster interrogated 
her in detail about her sexual fantasies, threatening "extra 
strokes for lying."

She looked anxiously at the machine's Internet cable.  The cameras 
were broadcasting both her spanking and her humiliating sexual 
confession to anyone who cared to watch....

But lying meant extra strokes!

After number six, the headmaster disapprovingly noted her 
distracting arousal."  She blushed as the machine spread her 
legs and began rubbing her wet sex with the tip of the cane.  
"Hump the stick, you randy vixen!" the headmaster ordered.  
"Seven more stripes after you relieve the pressure."

Debbie froze.

"I said, 'HUMP'!" the headmaster urged, punctuating the command 
with a CRACK! of a new implement -- a razor strap -- across her 
tender bare cheeks.

She tried to ignore the headmaster's laughter and the sound of the 
cameras zooming in as she obediently began rocking her hips....



Edited by C. Lakewood