AUTOMATION

BY MASTER CHRIS

Part 3

That same week in Houston, Texas at APC number 1155198 a fifteen
year old Elizabeth Allen entered the receiving area with her
mother firmly holding her by the arm. Elizabeth was the picture
of Texas pretty; 5'2", 105lbs with light blond hair and a tight
athletic build that being on the cheerleader squad helped keep in
shape. This was Liz's 4th visit to an APC. The first time had
happened when they were quite new when she was twelve. It had
been a private punishment with her Mom in attendance and it had
been awful. She had managed to avoid any extras and had been very
obedient to the machine as it had made her strip and then paddled
her completely nude body in front of her mother in the private
area using a paddle on her buttocks, a strap on her inner thighs
and a thin rod which had been used four times along the inside
crease of her buttocks after she'd been spread out wide in a
terribly humiliating position. She'd been good for months after
that.

Her next punishment was not quite so private. She'd gotten in
trouble later that year for passing notes in school and the
vice-principal Mr. Amundsen had brought her into the school's
APC. It was less sophisticated than the public APCs but still had
the universal Artificial Intelligence brain and the robotic
components that were used for regular punishments. However,
unlike the public APCs, the school APC did not have an "extra"
room or a "public" room for punishments.

Mr. Amundsen had first given her a very long lecture before
explaining that she would get punished. Elizabeth had burst into
tears. The idea of stripping bare for a punishment at the age of
thirteen was beyond embarrassing – it was awful. Nevertheless,
with Liz still crying softly, Mr. Amundsen had lead her into the
APC room located near the school office. She could see the huge
robotic frame that she'd been introduced to only a few months
ago.

She was a little surprised that the preparation room seemed
larger than she remembered. She had expected Mr. Amundsen to
leave and lock the door behind her but to her horror, he did not.
He locked the door alright, but with him still in the room! There
was a console in the room itself unlike the public APCs where it
was in the receiving area. Mr. Amundsen stepped to the console
and punched in Liz's universal code. Once he had selected the
school punishment that was appropriate for her, he sat down only
a few feet from the spanking frame itself.

Just like the public APCs, Liz was suddenly in the control of the
AI which instructed her to undress completely and to stand in the
punishment frame. It had taken every ounce of willpower and no
small number of tears before she could bring herself to strip and
stand in the frame.

The punishment had been hard and fast and had finished with the
frame twisting onto its back to leave Liz staring at the ceiling,
spread eagled with her feet towards Mr. Amundsen. By that time
her bottom was on fire from the paddling and a hard furious
strapping and she was crying fully. You'd think the worry about
being exposed wouldn't be foremost on her mind but the APC
artificial intelligence brain kept learning with each new
punished child and in the case of Liz knew exactly what buttons
to push. As soon as she was horizontal, the frame folded and
adjusted to pull her knees extra wide apart and back towards the
sides of her body. With Mr. Amundsen looking on from near her
feet, he suddenly had a view of every up to now private part that
Elizabeth Allen had. When he could see absolutely everything, a
robotic arm used a very thin strap to leave a series of fiery red
lines up one side of her inner thigh and then up the other,
stopping in terrifying fashion just fractions of an inch from her
completely exposed and spread open pussy.

Once it was over, Liz had been returned to the standing,
spread-eagled position and had been rotated numerous times in
front of the vice-principal until it had determined that Liz had
calmed down from her sobbing. Liz had done everything in her
power since to make sure she didn't get punished in school again.

Visit number three had been over a year later when Liz was
fourteen, this time once again to the local public APC. It had
been a relatively minor infraction and, once again Liz managed to
escape the dreaded "extras". This time though, the punishment had
been made all the worse by the fact that Liz's father brought her
and stayed in the private area to observe. There was something
just terrible about being naked, spread and helpless in front of
her own father that made the memory of the punishment worse than
the actual day. She had tried to be so good since then but today
she was in real, real trouble.

The previous week Liz and her best friend Sharon had found out
that their favorite boy band would be visiting the local mall.
The two girls had pleaded with their moms to be allowed to skip
school to see their idols but to no avail. Desperate to see the
band, they'd concocted a complicated plan which involved forging
a sick note. Unfortunately, such notes were now routinely double
checked with the parents via voice and both girls had been found
out. A quick conference call with the school and the two sets of
parents resulted in a decision to turn the punishment over to the
local APC rather than at the school because of the numerous
additional extras available there.

So, here it was, Saturday morning and both Liz and Sharon were
being brought to APC 1155198 near the Galleria mall. At 9:30am,
the receiving area was crowded with parents and their soon to be
punished children. Liz felt sick to her stomach. There were
several corridors leading off from the main door. As Liz entered,
she could see a fellow classmate, Janie who was being led out of
the APC by her Mom. Janie was wearing only a punishment smock. It
looked like a large men's white shirt which came down just to the
bottom of her buttocks when standing still. As Janie walked with
her Mom, Liz could make out a flash of a very red bottom and back
of thighs. Janie's face was beet red with her head lowered in
embarrassment as her mother dragged her towards the car. It must
have been a pretty bad session, Liz thought, just like I'm going
to have.

If she'd known what was in store for her, Liz would have known
that her punishment was to be much worse than Janie's.

Her father and Sharon's father entered at the same time, pulling
their truant daughters along with them. The girls were told to
sit as the two fathers checked in with an APC advisor and looked
through the list of options. As usual, neither girl was consulted
or informed about the punishments that awaited them. The first
notice they had that their fathers had decided their fate came
from the APC itself.

"Sharon Caron," said one of the APC's many male voices, "report
immediately to preparation area number 17. Sharon Caron, you have
two minutes to report to preparation area number 17."

Liz looked up at her pretty blond friend. The tears had been
coming down Sharon's face all morning, indeed since the night
before and she looked terrified. Liz gave her a quick hug. "You'd
better run. You can't be late!"

A moment later it was her own turn.

"Elizabeth Allen, report immediately to preparation area number
6. Elizabeth Caron, you have two minutes to report to preparation
area number 6."

With a last sniffle, dreading what she knew would be a difficult
time ahead, Liz dragged herself to her feet and moved towards the
large neon "6" at the end of the hall.

Once in the preparation room, the door closed and Liz shuddered
as she looked at the punishment frame.

"Elizabeth Allen," the AI had a firm older male voice, "you have
two minutes to remove all clothing and jewelry from your person
and place it in the bin provided." Liz started pulling off her
sweat pants and flip-flops. They were easy and were immediately
in the bin. Her t-shirt was next leaving her in only her white
panties and her 32B sports bra.

The bra was next. Liz turned from the frame embarrassed at
showing her firm pale breasts as though it was looking at her.
Liz was continuously embarrassed by her breasts. They were an ok
size and unlike her friend Holly, were at least the same size but
it was the nipples which made her feel like a freak. They were
pale pink, not much different in color than the rest of her
untanned breasts and they were really, really thick but most of
the time, they were also inverted. That meant that instead of
sticking out like normal human women, these nipples mostly poked
inward leaving the tip of each breast with a hole in it. She
could tease them to evert and stick out or sometimes they'd just
do it on their own but when she would get into the showers at gym
or anywhere else, she took pains to keep them covered or hidden
as much as possible. Now, she felt like the APC machine itself
was looking right at them, sizing them up. It made her want to
crawl into a corner.

"Elizabeth Allen, you now have only one minute to remove all
clothing and jewelry from your person and place it in the bin
provided."

Liz jumped at the voice. She threw the sports bra into the bin
and reached down to pull down her panties revealing a blond puff
of hair which was neatly trimmed well inside the sharp tan line.
With one arm over her breasts and the other hanging down in front
of her she moved slowly to the punishment frame, put her feet in
the circles and reached up to handles.

To her shock, nothing happened!

"Elizabeth Allen, you must remove all jewelry and clothing before
presenting yourself to the punishment frame. You now have 15
seconds to remove all clothing and jewelry from your person and
put it in the bin provided!"

Liz looked down, frantic, what had she forgotten?

Oh God! Her watch. Liz pulled desperately at the strap and threw
the watch into the bin.

"Time!" said the APC. "You have not undressed in the time
provided. Extras will be allotted to your punishment."

Liz sobbed. What else? Suddenly it occurred to her. Her earrings
were still in her ears. A moment later, both were out and in the
bin along with her other belongings.

"Elizabeth Allen, you have one minute to present yourself to the
punishment frame. Place your feet in the yellow circles and reach
up to hold the handles."

Liz rushed over to the frame and stood once again with her feet
wide apart in the yellow circles. She wiped her face one last
time before she'd be unable to do it again and then reached
slowly for the handles at the top of the frame. In 44
one-hundreds of a second, the APC's frame had her secured. Bars
with loops on them traveled upwards at super-high speed to the
levels of her lower thighs. Before those loops had even arrived,
other loops had descended to her wrists from the top of the frame
and up to her ankles from the bottom of the frame. With a puff of
compressed air, the loops all inflated and Liz was completely
helpless to move. The front and back support bars moved
comparatively slowly to rest at the small of her back and in
front at the top of her hips.

Once attached there was a moment or two when nothing happened
then the frame was in motion.

"Oh God!" Liz whispered to herself as the frame moved forward a
couple of feet with her attached in a wide spreadeagled position.
With a loud clunk, the frame stopped then turned 90 degrees to
the right. This would bring her, she knew to the "extras" room.
Punished children dreaded the extras room more than any other
aspect of the APC. The robotic system had thousands of punishment
combinations in this room that were at once uncomfortable, highly
embarrassing and memorable. The exact list of possible
punishments and possible combinations was not public knowledge
but what Liz did know scared her silly.

As her frame moved her into the extras room, Liz looked around,
terrified. There were numerous robotic arms here and shelves and
attachments that she couldn't possibly understand all of. All she
knew is that she'd be sorry to spend any time in here at all.

The frame stopped with Liz in the middle of the room facing a
series of robotic arms. With a twist, the frame turned slightly
and moved forward until Liz was directly in front of a strange
low wall. It came up only to the level of her neck and seemed to
have two holes for her breasts to fit through. Even though she
was just a 32B, the holes seemed to fit her exactly. Liz felt
herself being pushed forward until her breasts were pushed right
into the holes. In this position, she could look down on the
other side of the wall and saw that on the other side of each of
those holes was a plastic cone of some kind attached to a robotic
arm and other devices.

With a whooshing sound there was some movement of the wall and
Liz suddenly cried out as a powerful suction grabbed at both
breasts and pulled her by them even harder into the wall. This
was more powerful than a home vacuum and as Liz looked down in
fascinated horror, she could see her light pink nipples pull
forward and then with that weird inside-out feeling she hated so
much, pop as each nipple in turn everted itself outwards to poke
out thickly from her tight little breasts.

Liz's eyes were riveted to what was happening inside the cones
themselves. Tiny robotic arms with what looked like roller
brushes were moving towards her nipples.

There were three robotic brushes which were rolling a
bristle-covered brush in a rapid circle. As they reached Liz's
super-sensitive nipples, they grabbed hold of the nipple from
three sides and pulled it hard away from her tight breast. As an
often-inverted nipple, the hard button of nerves was much more
sensitive than it would be normally and the sensation of being
tugged by a bristle brush was close to unbearable. Liz shrieked
in shock as the nipples were pulled out hard by the brushes.

The tugging only went on for 30 seconds or so but it was enough
to hyper-sensitize the thick pink nipples more than they were
already.

As the brushes stopped and Liz tried to catch her breath,
additional tiny robotic arms reached toward her now angry pink
nipples. With a squirting sound, the arms quickly covered each
nipple in some kind of ointment or jelly and rubbed it in.

The tiny arms retracted but Liz's breasts were still being pulled
by the incredible suction. Nothing happened for a full minute or
so before the import of what was going on occurred to Liz.
"Owwww!" she moaned. The ointment was making her nipples burn!

The suction lessened and then the frame was in motion again,
pulling back from the breast-punishment wall. The vacuuming, the
brushing and then the stinging ointment were carefully designed
elements that would ensure that Liz's nipples stayed sticking out
as far as possible and stayed quite uncomfortable without causing
damage.

Liz was sucking air now trying not to burst into sobs at the
burning sensation at the tips of each of her young breasts. The
frame moved backwards until it was back in the center of the room
and twisted again until it was facing a wide range of robotic
arms. Liz closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the frame
start to rotate backwards until she was spread-eagled on her back
staring at the ceiling. She was shocked to find the entire
ceiling covered with mirrors. The effect was not lost on her.
What was staring back at her was a naked 15 year old girl spread
into a huge X by the punishment frame. Her dark pink nipples were
sticking way out and her bare pussy with its trimmed muff of
blond hair was completely exposed. With the mechanical and
hydraulic sounds of the frame moving, Liz watched the frame fold
itself and drag her thighs and then ankles wide apart and then
back, back, back until she was in a squatting position, just
horizontal. It was not dissimilar to how she'd be attached if she
was giving birth. Spread wide and vulnerable.

Liz watched helplessly in the mirror as a white robotic arm with
numerous attachments slowly detached itself from the wall and
moved with deliberate motion to hover just over her naked pussy.

Looking down now, she could see the device's many attachments
moving. What was it going to do? The device lowered itself
directly onto her pussy and Ashe could feel it moving but
couldn't figure out what it was doing. Unable to see the devices
actions any more, she returned her gaze to the mirrors on the
ceiling.

The APC was doing something down there. That was for sure! She
could feel rubbing and tugging down around her pussy lips, first
up high near the bottom of her belly, then down along each of her
pussy lips and even down below her pussy along the crack between
her buttocks. The arm stayed where it was for almost two minutes
before the arm pulled back and the frame was in motion again.

As the arm pulled away Liz gasped. She had no more pussy hair at
all! It was completely an utterly bare pussy. The device had
removed the hair completely and had left no trace. There was no
stubble, no little puff remaining. It was as though Elizabeth had
never had any pubic hair at all. Five years of maturity had been
removed from Liz as effectively as a time machine. Strange that
tiny amount of hair hadn't ever meant much to her until it was
taken away. Liz felt the tears start to trickle down her cheeks
and pulled at her hands to try to rub her eyes. They were, of
course, firmly fastened.

With her hair now, gone the much younger-feeling teen watched the
frame shift again as it pulled her knees even further back and
further apart. Her pink skinned pussy lips separated helplessly
before her eyes, opening themselves to the inexorable machine in
front of her.

Another arm was coming out from the wall now and Liz shuddered.
Would it hurt her newly shorn pussy?

The arm moved slowly down between her legs. It seemed to have
some kind of brush at the end of the it. The object looked
suspiciously phallic and Liz whimpered as it came closer and
closer to her bare and spread pussy lips.

The brush was only an inch from her pussy before it started to
move down until Liz realized with horror that it wasn't destined
for her pussy at all! The very tip of the long probe touched
lightly at the very center of her anus and Liz's sphincter
reacted by clenching itself hard against the threat. The very tip
of the probe was cool and smooth plastic and Liz felt a strange
sensation as it oozed a thin layer of jelly onto her tightly
closed ring. It remained in place, only the tiniest tip of it,
touching the center of her anus, waiting.

It didn't have to wait long. The same irritating heating ointment
that was still stinging her recently everted nipples had a much
faster effect on her sensitve anal ring.

"Oh my God!" Liz cried as she felt the first burning pulse of
heat from the ointment down below.

Her anus was as helpless to wink open in protest as it had been
to clench in the first place and the APC knew this very well. At
the first wild spasm of her anus, Liz felt the probe surge
forward. The smooth tip penetrated an inch inside of her and held
her anus now open. The probe beyond the smooth tip was very much
like the bristly brush Liz had felt at her nipples. Every
millimeter of it would be felt as a rough scraping sensation as
it moved forward.

The tip of the probe was now oozing a high volume of the
irritating jelly as a lubricant as it slowly but firmly moved
forward now.

Liz cried out loudly as the probe slowly twisted as it slid in,
making her feel as though she was being torn in two. In fact, the
probe was quite safe and the APC had been carefully programmed to
cause no permanent damage. However, it was also programmed with
having this "extra" punishment cause discomfort that would last
for hours after Liz had left the APC. The short bristles on the
probe served to irritate the sensitive walls of the rectum as it
moved forward. The felt infinitely stiffer than they actually
were but the super sensitive nerves in the anus and along the
rectum magnified their effect. The addition of the irritating
jelly and the basic fear of the unknown served to maximize this
particular punishment.

The probe moved deep into Liz's belly, dragging its bristle body
behind it and shooting the irritating jelly well into her bowels.

The probe was only in her for a minute, or maybe two but Liz
would later say that she was sure she didn't take a breath the
whole time.

As soon as the probe was out though, this changed. Liz broke into
a huge sobbing fit, the burning heat on her nipples and deep in
her bottom making her feel both discomfort and humiliation.

She barely noticed the punishment frame returning her to the
vertical spread-eagled position that was it's traveling state.
The frame turned around and moved back to the starting room. Liz
was crying too hard to notice. The frame turned 90 degrees to the
right and with a whoosh, the doors opened and Liz's frame was
moving along a track out in front of a public room full of
people.

This caught Liz's attention right away as she looked wildly
around her. There seemed to be a hundred people, adults, children
all looking at her and the other punishment frames out in the
public area.

Liz's frame made a slow parade tour around the track and as Liz
started to realize her surroundings, she realized there were 3
other frames just like hers making a huge circular tour around
the room. As they moved, the frames turned slowly to display all
of her to the people in the room. At last the frames stopped in
place and kept turning slowly around. The people in the room were
only a couple of feet away and as she turned, Liz could make out
both her father and Sharon's right in front of her. Beside them
were several of Liz's classmates including Billy, one of the best
looking boys in school. Liz sobbed to herself as she realized
that he could see everything she had.

Mr. Caron was leaning over to her father and pointing to Liz's
crotch. 'Oh God!' she thought, they can see I was shaved.

The men stood and moved off and as her frame turned, Liz could
see that the frame behind her only 10 feet away from her held her
best friend Sharon. She was, of course, also completely naked and
as her friend's frame turned, Liz could see that Sharon too had
just lost all her brown pubic curls. Tears streaked down her
friend's face from the discomfort and humiliation she was
experiencing. I must look just as miserable, thought Liz.

In the frame just ahead of her a boy about her age was rotating
slowly. Liz could see that he too had no pubic hair to cover
himself. Her mouth dropped open as she looked down to see that
his cock was fully erect and pointing upwards. Whatever had been
done to him had caused him to be very aroused. Liz imagined that
it must be very embarrassing to have to show a boner like that to
the whole neighborhood. As the boy turned around, Liz was even
more shocked to see something sticking out between his buttocks.
It looked like a plastic handle stuck right up his bum, she
realized.

One by one, the rotating frames would take a turn in a forward
area almost surrounded by spectators as the APC would complete
their punishment. It was a good 30 feet or so from where Liz was
rotating, being exposed to everyone so she couldn't make out
exactly what happened as the first frame holding the boy with the
plastic handle in his bottom move forward into the punishment
position. She knew that she would be next.

Liz could see the boy's frame moving and adjusting him but with
all the spectators around him, she couldn't see exactly what was
happening. She could feel herself trembling with the fear of what
would be happening to her soon.

Although she couldn't see him, Liz had no problem hearing him.
The loud splatt! of something hard striking bare flesh came a
moment before his cry. The strapping was very loud and this boy's
sobbing and crying was pretty much continuous.

There was a pause in the strapping after several minutes and Liz
could see his frame moving to reposition him somehow then she
heard something that sent a horrifying shiver down her spine. It
was the boy's voice. It sounded like he was five year's old.

"Oh please no.. Please no… not that! Owww! Owweee! Oh please take
it out! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Whatever they were doing to him, it seemed to have broken him
completely. Liz felt like she was going to pee in fear right here
in the frame. She was so scared she had almost stopped caring
about being completely naked, bound spreadeagled in this frame in
front of strangers.

She could hear him start to cry now, just like a little boy. ,
There was a pause as his sobbing wore down to a soft whimper then
Liz could see the frame moving again. He was being repositioned
for something else.

There was a whirring, ripping sound then the shriek of the boy as
something made contact with him. Three more times the zzzzziippp
sound of something whistling through the air and the boy's
shrieking cry.

Finally it was over. The boy's frame moved back to its original
position beside Liz. He was not moved to a vertical position,
however. The frame had him bent over at the waist with his legs
held wide apart. As he rotated slowly, Liz could see his entire
bottom was fiery red from some kind of paddling or strapping and,
as he rotated directly away from her, she could make out two dark
red lines straight down along either side of the inside of his
buttocks, right near his red anus. The handle that had been
inside of him was gone but she could see his bottom hole was an
angry red from the treatment it had received.

Liz was beside herself with fear. A sudden clunking sound and it
was her frame in motion. The frame moved forward on the track,
carrying her forward until she was in the punishment position.
She could see robotic arms all around the punishment area and
immediately beyond them were a throng of people. Liz's frame
rotated her fully a couple of times making her completely
conscious of how naked and exposed she was. Her nipples were
still burning from the treatment they'd received and, surprising
Liz, they were still sticking out. The lotion and brush treatment
of her poor anus was still very present as it was sore and super
sensitive. She could see several girls and boys around her age
that pointed at her shaved pussy and laughed. Finally the frame
stopped turning and an air of anticipation fell over both Liz and
the crowd.

The frame started moving, adjusting Liz's position. It rotated
forward, pulling her over until she was bent in half at her waist
with her head and feet lower than her bottom, leaving her bare,
spread bottom the highest point on her body.

Between her legs, Liz could see two robotic arms moving, each
carrying some kind of thick leather strap. There was a pause then
the sharp sound of leather striking flesh. It took a fraction of
a second more for the sensation of the smack on her left buttock
to arrive at Liz's brain but before she could even pull in a full
breath to scream at the horrible fire sensation, the sound of a
second smack arrived. This one came from Liz's right buttock. The
fourth smack had already connected before the first shriek ripped
from her lungs.

The strapping was fierce and very fast and lasted for almost 5
minutes. Liz's buttocks were fire engine red and swollen when the
strapping arms finally stopped. Liz was sobbing non-stop and
couldn't catch her breath. The APC waited, turning her slowly so
that everyone in the crowd could get a good look at her but also
waiting until she was calm enough to experience the lst phase of
her punishment. It also knew that as she calmed down the exposure
factor would start to reassert itself. With its multi phase
sensors, it was able to read Liz's heart rate, skin temperature,
conductivity, iris contraction and much, much more. It was as
effective as a lie detector and it knew the moment she started to
feel more embarrassed as she calmed enough to remember about her
complete exposure. It had waited for this moment and now sent
instructions to the frame which held the teenaged girl.

Liz felt her frame move again. She was still bent over but her
legs were being pulled by the frame now. It was spreading them
wide, then wider apart and pulling them forward to be beside her
body. It was the same squatting position she'd been on in the
extras room but now she was face down. She knew that anyone
looking at her from behind could now see right up inside her
virginal body. Both her pussy and her anus were completely
exposed to anyone who wanted to see them. By looking between her
legs, she could see that everyone was looking right up between
her legs as she turned slowly.

The frame stopped and the crowd hushed as another arm moved up
from the floor to place itself between Liz's spread thighs. Liz's
eyes were locked onto it wondering what it would do.

There was a pause then almost faster than she could see the end
of the arm flashed around. The thin black carbon fibre rod
attached to the arm made a sound like ripping cloth as it flashed
up between Liz's thighs to land along the inside of her left
buttock in a superheated line. The crowd gasped but Liz screamed
at the horrible fire sensation. The rod had missed her anus by
about an inch.

There was a pause of perhaps 30 seconds then the rod was in
motion again. This time the line was drawn along the inside of
the right buttock. Thirty more seconds and the arm was painting a
line between her anus and the first line. A half-minute later and
the third line was made by the cane-line device.

This time it took Liz about five minutes to calm enough to be
ready for her next stage. For those five minutes, Liz's naked and
spread body was rotated slowly around to the delight of the
crowd.

The frame pulled her upright now and left her spread eagled
again. As her buttocks touched each other she cried out. The
swollen ridges of the carbon cane were so sore. Liz would be
feeling those sensations for almost a week every time she walked.

The frame stopped again. This time Liz was upright and the frame
adjusted itself slightly, pulling her feet and arms backwards to
arch her back, leaving her bare pussy, belly and chest pushed
forward.

Two thick white robotic arms moved up from the floor on either
side of the teen. What else? She wondered. The tears had almost
stopped but Liz's whimpering and sobbing continued non-stop.

The arms paused on either side of her and then with a fast twist,
one of them was in motion. The thin monofilament plastic wire
attached to the arm was only a bit thicker than a fishing line
but it was much stiffer and it moved at a phenomenal speed. The
end of the line snaked across Liz's right 32b breast near the
bottom leaving a burning red line across her previously untouched
flesh.

The left arm left a matching line at the bottom of the right
breast.

Liz cried as the arms continued. The next tiny thin stripe was
near the top of her right breast. Then the left. The fifth line
was just above the first, just below her right nipple. Then a
matching line on the left. Then a line just above her nipple on
the right and then on the left.

There was a pause. The crowd leaned forward. It knew where the
next two stripes had to land. "Oh no, please no," whispered Liz.
It was about a minute before the last two wiry smack arrived. As
predicted, the first was right across Liz's dark pink right
nipple. It was already super sensitive from being pulled out and
irritated by the suction and the brush treatment. Also the deep
heating ointment was still having its effect and this was a
nipple that was typically inverted, protected from external view
by virtual of its tucked-in position. It was sensitive at the
best of times which this was not. The smack on the center of that
nipple was like liquid fire and Liz screamed at the sensation.
The matching liquid fire on the left side pulled a second scream
from her. If she hadn't been restrained, she'd have been in the
fetal position on the floor, holding her breasts in her hands.
Alas, this was not at all what she was permitted to do.

Liz had been in the punishment zone for almost 20 minutes now and
the punishment was nearing its end. There was still one more
phase to go and the frame started to move to put the young teen
into position for it. Liz was turned backwards until, once again
she was looking up at the ceiling, much as she had been in the
extras room. Her legs were pulled up, back and wide apart until
evn her inner pussy lips separated to show the crowd everything.
Liz wasn't completely on her back however, she was in a semi
reclining position so she could see the crowd between her legs
and the spread of her bare pussy.

A mult-jointed arm rose up from the floor to position itself just
over her pussy. A thin leather strap hung from the end of the
arm. Liz was terrified over where that strap was destined.

There was a pause, as always as the APC picked its exact moment.

The arm twisted furiously in an almost too fast to see motion and
the strap zipped through the air. The last few inches of the
strap struck the side of her pussy, right at the edge of her
thigh. Another swing and the strap matched the painful smack on
the other side. A pause for a moment and the strap was in motion
again, this time landing a centimeter closer to the center of her
pussy just along the line of the previous strap mark. In all,
there were six strap marks on the labia majora of Liz's pussy. By
the time the last one landed she was a sobbing mess. The arm
paused with the end part of the strap resting right on the center
of her pussy. It lay over her exposed clitoris and inside her
spread open inner pussy lips with the tip of the strap at the
bottom of her pussy. Liz was sure it was placed where it would
land next but she was in such pain from either side of her pussy
that she couldn't even think of it.

The APC waited until she was calm enough to be scared again of
what would happen and then a moment or two longer to let the fear
and anticipation build. The arm suddenly moved and Liz shrieked
"No Please!" at the top of her lungs as the strap rotated
vertically around past Liz's face and down towards the center of
her body. The strap did not strike at Liz's wide open pussy
however, The arm had adjusted itself a few inches lower as it
rotated and the last couple inches of the thin leather connected
exactly where it had intended, along her anal groove from just
below her pussy with the very tip of the strap burying itself
right into the center of her previously sensitized anus.

The shock of the stroke took Liz's breath away. It took a long
moment before she could gasp enough air to finally scream out at
the pain. The punishment was finally over. The frame kept her in
this spread open position and turned slowly, letting the crowd
see the beet red swollen anus and the rest of her punished body.

Finally, the frame pulled Liz vertical again and slowly moved her
back to her display position. Rotating again slowly beside the
boy who was still there, Liz could feel her tears and the snot
from her nose running helplessly down her face and onto her
breasts.

Sharon's frame was moving now and, although Liz could not see her
directly, she could hear enough to know that her punishment was
the exact match of her own. The screams and cries from her best
friend made her relive her own punishment, still fresh in her
mind.

It was another 20 minutes before Sharon's punishment was over and
then another 10 while the last punishment, a girl of about 12 was
strapped on her buttocks and along her inner thighs.

Finally the four frames from this morning's public punishments
were in motion again as they were moved back to individual
holding rooms.

Liz knew about this last phase. The frame placed her facing a
wall with numerous cameras. There were several flashes as the
cameras took pictures of Liz's naked body. The frame turned and
there were several more flashes as the cameras took pictures from
the rear. The frame moved again and Liz found herself bent over
once more with her legs spread wide and her knees bent beside
her. Several more flashes, this time of her completely exposed
pussy and spread-open anus.

Finally it was over. The APC had the punishment frame gently
moved her to the floor and let made sure she was steady on her
feet before releasing her hands. Her clothes were nowhere to be
seen. As part of all APC punishments, the APC decided what level
of clothing the child would be permitted to return home in. It
had a full range of selections from a thin paper jumpsuit which
would cover the child completely to the long nightshirt type
garment that Liz had seen on her friend Janie as she had arrived
at the APC today. The worst possible garment was what Liz found
waiting for her today. It was like a hospital gown (another
possible choice) but worse. It was thin cotton like a hospital
gown but had a tie at the top of each shoulder and two on either
side. The gown came to about the level her buttocks if she was
standing straight up with her arms by her side but from either
side, anyone would be able to look right in the open sides to see
the sides of her breasts. If sh e had to move her arms or sit or
anything else, she would be exposing herself almost to her waist.

With no choice other than to go naked, Liz pulled the humiliating
garment on and passed out the exit door to the waiting area.

Liz's father and Mr. Caron were waiting along with several other
parents. To Liz's horror, she saw Ms Wainright, her English
teacher, in fact, her favorite teacher waiting too. She must have
seen Liz's entire punishment! Sharon was out a moment later, also
wearing the thin punishment smock that Liz had on. Her face was
tear streaked like Liz's.

The two fathers took their daughters by the arms and led them
towards the building's exit. There was a last pause as they
stopped at the front desk. Each was given a manila envelope.
Liz's father opened his to pull out several pages of documents.
Liz heart sank. She knew what he was looking at. This was a
punishment certificate. The first page would describe the details
of the punishment and show a full-length picture of the person
both front and back. The next couple of pages included several
other full-body or close up pictures of Liz including pictures of
her face, her buttocks and her spread open position which left
nothing to the imagination. The certificate would probably be
framed and be left in some very public place of the house, she
thought. That was what every parent did so that you remembered
what you had been punished for. She could only hope that her
father used only the front page rather than the more exposing
shots.

One thing was for sure, neither of these girls would ever
consider skipping school again.