Chapter 1

The pendulum had swung too far to the left to be maintained. The bleeding-heart liberals had helped erode parent's authority over children for over 50 years. It had probably started with the teachings of Doctor Spock and his insistence that children should not be spanked but instead 'reasoned with'. The erosion had continued with the invention of the 'teenager' category of children to be followed years later with 'young adults' and the final straw: "tweens". Each denomination only served to further remove these individuals from being children. A steady lowering of the age of consent and then the age of majority had helped grease a slippery slope. With each 'empowerment' of young people, their behaviour only worsened. Delinquency ruled until finally, reason prevailed.

The conservative movement had been able to capture the attention of the populace largely on its commitment to return the discipline of children to the old fashion methods.

The election had been carried with a landslide and a second term had followed the first. In a few short years, the right-wing conservatives had undone almost 50 years of a pendulum swing to the left and had moved it all the way to the right.

When the 'Good Child Law' had been introduced, bringing back corporal discipline, there had been a general outcry that such discipline was unfair. Challenges were raised citing old court judgments which reminded everyone that one of the problems of corporal discipline was the difficulty in ensuring that everyone would receive equal treatment given that each parent might spank differently. For several years there was an impasse until ultimately, technology was able to resolve the debate. The Automated Punishment Centers or APC's were a combination of robotics and artificial intelligence. They were designed to mete out punishment in equal measure depending on the offence and thus remove the last restriction to corporal punishment.

The APCs were now in their third generation and the thinking of how children should be punished had advanced accordingly. The Good Child Law had also eliminated all the various categories of children in one fell swoop. The law of majority had been universally raised to 22 years and that left only two categories of people: either children or adults. There were no more teenagers, tweens, young adults or any other kind of child. Children from the age of 4 years to 21 years and 364 days, were brought to the APC by their parents or other guardian authority and punishment could be extensive. Small-scale APCs were available in virtually every school but it was the public APCs which carried the most extensive options of punishment and thus were most frequented.

Both corporal punishment and psychological punishments were used at the APC. A mix of humiliation and discomfort had turned out to be the most effective combination in correcting a child's behaviour and the introduction of the APCs was directly correlated to the latest reduction in child delinquency problems.

From the guardian's perspective, the system was quite simple. A child would typically be brought to the APC by a parent although other guardians such as police officers or teachers had APC privileges. Once in the center, the parent would register in the main lobby for one of the multiple units that were always available. The APC had numerous levels of punishment and an extensive menu of possible offences which would generate a suggested punishment. The parent could select a preset punishment, simply identify an offence and select a punishment level or create a customized punishment from the various options. The APC would then determine the appropriate punishment selections from the extensive possibilities. The machine would consider numerous factors in determining what punishment to deliver. These included the number of times the child had already been punished, what punishments had been most effective, the age and sex of the child, the weight and size of the child and even their psychological profile. None of this would be revealed to the child themselves. They would only know that they were in for a punishment of a certain level. The child would enter through a door which would lock behind them. This was called the Preparation Room. The child would be instructed by the APC voice to disrobe completely. All clothing was to be removed. Up until the age of 9, the child could be accompanied in this area by their guardian who would help the child disrobe. Even watches and jewelry were to be removed, leaving the child in a vulnerable frame of mind even before the punishment had begun.

Once they were completely nude, the child would have to stand in a punishment frame. The frame was a key element of the robotic system. It was a mechanized frame that stood up vertically like a huge door frame. The child would be instructed by the APC to stand with their feet apart in separate yellow circles and to raise their hands to grasp yellow handles above their head. Laser scanners read the exact size of the child as they approached the frame allowing it to automatically size itself to any size child so they would always be able to stand in the frame and reach the handles.

At the moment the hands grasped the handles and the feet were properly placed, the APC moved into action with stunning speed. Wide loops attached to bars from the frame slid immediately up the legs from the feet to just above the knees. Additional loops slid down from the hands to the wrists and up from the feet to the ankles. Once the loops were properly placed, they inflated, grasping the child in a firm, soft yet inescapable bound. This all happened in less time than the child could react. As soon as the loops were secured, a long padded bar swung into place at the small of the back from one side of the frame to the other and in front, a second bar swung into place in front at hip level to provide additional support for the infinite number of positions that might be required.

With the child thus restrained, the frame could twist, turn, rotate and change shape and the child would change positions helplessly, their hands, feet and knees following along the frame no matter how much they might resist.

Once the child was bound to the punishment frame, sequencing was automatic and the child was helpless to take further action until the punishment was complete. The frame itself would move to the next stop in the punishment cycle carrying the punished child inside it usually in the vertical spread-eagled position. From the preparation room, the frame had three doors through which it could move. If the offence was relatively minor, the parent might have requested a private punishment. In this case, the frame would turn 90 degrees to the left and move through a large door to a closed private room. The parent could elect to accompany the child and observe the punishment that had been decided by the APC. Aside from the parent, the child would be unobserved and the punishment would then proceed immediately. Once the punishment was complete, the frame would turn the child and move to place them facing a blank wall where they would serve 'corner time' with their nose touching the wall until the APC decided it was time to release them.

There were two other doors in the preparation room through which the punishment frame could move. One door led to a public punishment area and was feared by any child who would be sent there. The public area was completely open to a gallery where any observer could observe the naked child's punishment in its entirety. The gallery was always packed with both adults and other children. Virtually any child could expect some of their schoolmates and friends to be in attendance as observing punishments in the APC gallery was often encouraged by other parents as an object lesson in obedience.

The APC system had determined that the embarrassment of being observed while completely naked by strangers and other peers was an intensely positive factor in reducing recidivism and thus public punishments were quite common. For the children, the idea of being punished was terrible enough but knowing that your friends and neighbors would be able to see you completely nude and see you crying like a baby once the punishment started was even worse. There was only one thing punished children feared worse than a public punishment and that was the addition of "extras" when a punishment occurred.

If an offense was significantly serious or if the child resisted their punishment in any way, the APC could invoke "extra" punishment. In this case, the punishment frame would take a 90 degree turn to the right prior to any other punishment and the child would be wheeled into a private room where intense additional punishment would be meted out. In this room, the child was typically alone with the robotic arms and devices of the APC and its artificial intelligence brain. The APC had many options to choose from. Each extra punishment was designed to focus on either physical discomfort or psychological discomfort or both. Some options included punishment of the genitalia or breasts, soap washing for bad language, removal of all pubic hair, rectal or anal punishment and more. With the embarrassment associated with sexual function amongst most adolescents, even forced orgasm could be found in the APC's repertory.

Chapter 2

APC number 2244817 was located in a relatively quiet suburb of Seattle surrounded by the beautiful countryside. The APC was conveniently located near a large shopping mall with the idea that parents might want to drop off their children for scheduled punishments while they shopped.

It was to APC 2244817 that 11 year old Bruce Hallinsby was brought by his mother one Saturday morning. Bruce had not been to an APC for over a year but he vividly remembered the paddling he received the last time. It had left him sobbing as he faced the wall with a beet red bottom. He had tried to behave better and had escaped punishment for ages but his mouth had run away with him this morning and his mother had given him a long look that suddenly made him take pause. There was silence at home for a moment before Bruce's Mom said, "Right young man. Well that'll get you a quick trip to the APC for an attitude adjustment later today." Bruce had pleaded with his mom but to no avail. Once her mind was made up, it was final. Now, here he was, in the APC lobby.

Bruce's mom went directly to the parent's station and accessed the APC control panel. She entered Bruce's universal ID number which immediately brought up his punishment history as well as his age and other basic information about him. Mrs. Hallinsby decided to let the APC select the punishment and selected the preset punishment menu. Attitude Adjustment was near the top of the alphabetical list and the paragraph describing the offense seemed to match Bruce's behaviour almost exactly. Mrs. Hallinsby selected the punishment. A moment later the APC computer listed what the punishment would include and asked her to decide on public vs. private and whether "extras" were required. She decided that no "extras" were needed this time and that Bruce, while cheeky, would be punished in front of her alone. She then entered her own Identification number to confirm the punishment.

"Bruce Hallinsby: You have 2 minutes to report to preparation area number 4," announced the machine to the entire waiting room. Bruce jumped, startled at hearing his own name. 'What was in store for him?' he wondered. He felt like he weighed a million pounds as he stood up. He couldn't help but drag his feet as he moved toward the preparation room.

Since Bruce was more than 9 years of age, he would not be accompanied by his Mom in the preparation room. She proceeded through a separate door to wait for him to be punished in front of her.

As Bruce entered the preparation room, the heavy metal door closed automatically behind him, leaving him alone in a small square room. "Bruce Hallinsby: You have 2 minutes to remove all clothing and jewelry from your person and deposit them in the box on the table in front of you. Bruce's eyes were drawn to the punishment frame waiting for him. He barely heard the AI speaking to him. His fingers moved to his shirt and started undoing the buttons but he was moving in slow motion, unable to keep from staring at the punishment frame.

Suddenly a loud chime sounded. "Two minutes! Penalty extras have been added to your punishment. Additional extras will be added for each minute of delay in removing all clothing and jewelry and depositing them in the box provided." The voice was an authoritative woman sounding somewhat like Bruce's schoolteacher. The APC was programmed with a number of different voices with the intent to have the child identify with the most embarrassing punisher voice possible.

Bruce let out a cry of anguish. He had never had extras before but the embarrassing additions to what was already a dreaded punishment were feared by all. He frantically tore at his clothing, managing to remove the rest of his clothing and stuff it into the box in just enough time.

"Bruce Hallinsby: Move forward to the punishment frame, "said the APC. You have one minute to place your feet inside the yellow circles and reach up to grasp a yellow handle with each hand.

Completely nude now, Bruce felt incredibly vulnerable as he moved forward to the large metal frame. He knew from experience that once he reached up to grasps the handles, all choices would be removed from him until the punishment was over. What, he wondered, had his mom selected for him.

With a deep sense of dread, Bruce moved forward to stand with his bare feet on the cool metal floor, his feet widely spread with each on a yellow circle. He reached up and grasped the yellow handles.

The APC knew the exact moment his body was in the position it needed. The laser scanners were continuously monitoring a 3-d image of the child and could tell not only how his body was positioned but even if he quivered a muscle. As Bruce's hands reached the yellow handles far above his head, the APC leapt into action with blinding speed. A wide loop attached to a bar that slid up the side of the frame moved up each leg until they rested just above the knee. A second set of loops moved up only to the level of his ankles. Simultaneously additional loops moved down from the yellow handles to the level of his wrists. Each of the loops now inflated rapidly until Bruce's wrists, ankles and knees were solidly in their grasp. The entire exercise had been accomplished in less than a single second of time. Even if Bruce had wanted to react, he would have been too slow to do so. Bars swung into place now both in front and in back. A solid padded metal bar rested in back agains t the small of Bruce's back. A second bar swung into place in front to rest just above his hips at the bottom of his belly. The bars holding the knee and ankle loops now pulled Bruce's knees and feet slightly apart until he was opened and completely vulnerable.

'Which way would he turn?' wondered Bruce. Would it be left to the private punishment or straight ahead to the scary public punishment? He had never experienced a public punishment but he prayed that he wouldn't get one now.

The frame moved forward a foot and Bruce closed his eyes, fearing the worst. Suddenly the frame rotated sharply and made a 90 degree turn to the right. "Oh no," whispered Bruce to himself. He had completely forgotten about the extras!

The punishment frame whisked Bruce quickly into a large white room. Bruce looked around wondering what would be done to him here. There were literally dozens of metal arms and different devices anchored in the walls of the extras punishment area. Bruce couldn't help but shiver as his frame locked into place in the middle of the white room with a loud "Clunk".

"Bruce Hallinsby," said the APC firmly. "before your punishment commences, you will receive an "Extras" punishment for failure to undress in the time you were allotted. Why are you being punished?"

"For not getting undressed in time," whispered Bruce.

"Correct," said the APC. "Extras punishment will now commence."

Bruce heard another metallic clunking sound beneath him then the entire frame in which he was restrained started to rotate backwards. In a moment, it had turned 90 degrees backwards leaving him staring at the ceiling. The entire ceiling he could see was covered with mirrors leaving him with the disturbing view of himself completely naked with hands and feet spread wide apart inside the punishment frame.

The frame had not completed its work however. Folding itself twice along the lines of his thighs and calves below his waist, Bruce felt his knees being bent and pulled backward. The frame adjusted itself slowly until Bruce's knees were spread wider apart and bent backwards to either side of his chest. The resulting position left his lower parts fully and completely exposed. With a final clank, the punishment frame locked itself into position and Bruce could see in the mirror to his horror one of the large metal arms move into motion down between his legs.

The white metal arm had some kind of attachment at the end of it which Bruce couldn't recognize. The APC didn't seem in a hurry now as the metal contraption came down towards Bruce's vulnerable crotch. Long studies had let the APC know that once the child was helplessly restrained, the slow movement of the punishment devices only served to heighten the anticipation and concern and to add to the punishment.

The end of the arm was almost out of sight of Bruce's widespread eyes now. He didn't want to look but didn't' seem to be able to tear his eyes away. The end of the arm seemed to be positioned just below his cock and balls. 'What would it do?' he wondered. He didn't have long to wait. With a firm forward motion, the punishment arm moved into place. Bruce felt a tickle at the very center of his firmly clenched anus for only a moment. The tip of the arm was firm rounded plastic which now oozed just enough slippery lubricant to make resistance impossible. The rounded tip moved forward an inch, penetrating Bruce's rectum for the first time. He gasped out loud at the bizarre sensation.

The object had a rounded oblong shape somewhat like a small egg at its tip which opened the way as it moved forward its 5 inch long length. The wide part of the egg spread Bruce's anal opening slowly and paused for a moment at the widest part. Bruce had no way of knowing of course that this was as wide as it got. An inch wide doesn't seem like much until it is your bottom hole that has been opened that far. He whimpered at the sensation. Another slight oozing of lubricant across the entire egg's surface and the end popped inside. The tip was past the sphincter now and there was nothing Bruce could do to stop its movement.

The full 5 inches slid deep into Bruce's belly seeming to be much deeper than they were. The arm stopped for a moment and Bruce felt the oddest sensation deep inside his bottom. The egg and the long end of the device rotated inside slowly through two entire rotations, first one way then the other. Bruce felt the arm moving backwards now, pulling the device from him. He felt all gooey inside as the egg once again spread his sphincter wide open and pulled out. The punishment device had left a half cup of ointment deep inside Bruce's rectum and its effect would be felt in a moment.

The egg pulled from Bruce's bottom completely and he breathed a sigh of relief. 'That wasn't so bad,' he thought. The arm retracted into the wall and a second arm came down to replace it. 'Oh no,' he thought.

Looking up at the mirror Bruce could see that his cock was now firmly erect. In fact, he couldn't ever remember it being this hard. The new punishment arm was now down between his buttocks and again, Bruce felt the touch of a foreign device at the entrance to his tightly crinkled hole.

A small squirt of lubricant into the very center of his anus this time and the device moved firmly inside him. This one wasn't as big as the egg had been and it slid into him only a couple of inches. Suddenly the device inside him seemed to come alive. With a puff of air, it inflated inside him slowly until he felt it become huge! Another puff and another ball like the one inside him inflated. The result was to pull now thick ball inside his rectum outwards towards the anus until the two balls were tight against each other. Medical professionals would recognize the double Bardex style of anal plug - the sensation here though was designed for low level discomfort and to be worn for a considerable length of time.

The long punishment arm disconnected from the plug and retracted into the wall. For a moment or two nothing happened, it was as though the APC was waiting for something. It didn't have long to wait. The sensation started deep behind Bruce's belly button. It was like a tickle at first. His face scrunched up in concentration. 'What was that?!' he wondered. The tickled became an irritation and it was spreading from behind his belly button down towards his bottom. His still widespread anus was tickling now. It was an irritating sensation and he was, of course, helpless to scratch it. The irritation increased rapidly and now Bruce whimpered again as the first burning sensations crept in. The APC could see the effects on the child. Its infrared sensors could see the rapid heat increase in the skin around the anus and the laser sensors could see Bruce's belly muscles tighten up as the irritating rectal insertion took hold.

Bruce couldn't help the first tears as the lotion left him feeling like a burning hot rod was thrust up his bottom.

'Please take it out,' he whispered. He knew the APC had no intention of doing so.

"Bruce Hallinsby," the APC replied. "You have been punished for not being undressed in the time you were allotted. If you should require future APC punishments, you must undress in the allotted time or you will receive extras. If you are punished again for this offence, your extras punishment will increase.

With that, the punishment frame was on the move again. Bruce's legs were once again stretched out and spread as the frame unfolded and rotated back to vertical.

With a 180 degree turn the frame was moving back through the preparation room and then to the left hand door for a private punishment with Bruce, helplessly displayed in a spread-eagled position. The hot lotion and rectal insertions had Bruce in tears now and his punishment hadn't even started.

The large doors slid back into the walls and Bruce was moved into the large private punishment area. He could see his mother sitting quietly in a comfortable chair. The monitor had given her a complete view of the humiliating extras punishment he had just endured. She had a small satisfied smile that Bruce was being brought down a peg or two by the APC. This wouldn't be the last time he would get extras she decided. She now could see that she should have started this ages ago.

The punishment frame came fully into the room and Bruce realized to his horror that his cock was still rock hard! His face, already red from crying, now turned a darker shade as he could see his mom looking down between his legs with some amusement.

The frame stopped with a clunk and turned 90 degrees to the left, giving his mom a great view of his soon to be punished bottom.

Just like in the extras room, numerous punishment arms were built into the walls here. Bruce knew they could inflict a myriad number of punishments.

"Bruce Hallinsby," said the APC. You will now receive punishment for rude behaviour towards your mother. This is the second time you have punished for this offence in the last twelve months. Your punishment will therefore be more severe."

Bruce couldn't help it. He burst into tears. The punishment frame moved into action. Bruce was suddenly bent over the bar at his waist and he legs moved slightly wide apart with bent knees. The position served to spread his bottom way out showing his mom the tiny ball of the plug on the outside of his anus. With a slight rotation, Bruce was now looking at the floor with his bottom uppermost. It was as close to the over the knee position possible. With a final click, he was now in place.

The first smack of the paddle took his breath away but not for long. Within moments he was in a full sobbing cry as the APC paddled both buttocks simultaneously with the strong clear Lexan paddles. It worked from the top of his bottom to the crease of this thighs and only took a couple of minutes to turn them from pristine white to beet red.

There was a pause as the paddling stopped. The APC was waiting until Bruce's cries had somewhat subsided and he could appreciate the next part of his punishment.

It was a thick leather strap and the whistling sound came to Bruce's ears just a moment before the fierce burning heat of the strap his bottom. There were actually two straps, one wielded from each side as the they moved down his bottom leaving it hot and red to the touch. The strapping took only another 2 mintues.

Another pause, this time a bit longer, as it took Bruce more time to try to compose himself. "Please," he whispered, "It's too much!"

The APC was perfectly capable of knowing exactly how much he could take. The frame adjusted slightly, bringing Bruce's knees up higher beside his chest and rotating a little more. The effect left Bruce's buttocks spread even wider.

It was behind him so only his mother could see the new punishment arm positioned directly above his back with a vertical stance. It held a narrow fiberglass rod. With a ripping whistle, the arm swung the rod downwards in a vertical line just to the left of Bruce's anus, missing the inflated Bardex bulb by millimeters. The effect was like that of a blowtorch. A keening cry came from his mouth at the sensation. The APC waited a few seconds then struck again, this time just to the right of his anus along the inside slope of the buttock. It took another 3 agonizing minutes before the APC had laid the last of 6 strokes along his anal crease, three angry red lines up the inside slope of each buttock where they would rub together in painful irritation over the next couple of days.

The frame unfolded again and rotated Bruce to the vertical position. He was helplessly crying. The burning deep inside his bottom, the hot, red and painful buttocks and now these fiercely painful red line still generating heat along his crack was too much to bear.

The frame, as it always did, rotated slowly 360 degrees, giving Mrs. Hallinsby a complete look at a well punished 11 year old. His erection had subsided, she noticed, something to keep in mind as he got older in case he got too caught up in his own sex organ.

The frame moved forward slowly until Bruce's nose was touching the wall. The APC would hold him here until he calmed down.

About fifteen minutes later, Bruce was finally free. He turned to his mother and was very contrite as he handed him his punishment shirt. It came down to just below the crease of his buttocks and would be the only clothing his wore home. His mother had been given a DVD video of the punishment which she would keep handy in the unlikely case Bruce needed a reminder of today's events. The irritating rectal lotion was still held deep in his bottom by the intrusive double-ball plug. He would get that out in the morning, his mother informed him. She had the plug deflator with her and if he was good she wouldn't ask his sisters to help.

With that a satisfied mother and her well punished son made their way home.

Chapter 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 fractio ns 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 she 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 even 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.

Chapter 4

Vanessa Doral was fourteen and had entered that most rebellious of phases for a person in their teenage years. She had been to the local APC just west of Orlando twice before, once at the age of ten and once at the age of eleven but both punishments had not done much to leave a lasting impression.

This was partly the fault of her single mother who didn't have the heart to actually send Vanessa in for punishment. In fact, only the first punishment had been organized by her Mom. It had been a straightforward paddling in private without any extras. The APC had taken the naked ten year old to the left into the private room and had quickly reduced her to tears with a hot and hard paddling to her tight buttocks.

As painful as it was, there was little embarrassment factor and only a few months later, at the age of eleven, Vanessa had been brought for a second spanking by her aunt when she was being babysat. This too was a private spanking and, although it was harder and included a strapping along the inside of her young buttocks on either side of her anus, Vanessa hadn't learned to fear it at all. In fact, if the lack of punishment had taught her anything it was to avoid getting caught rather than trying to be better.

Vanessa was fourteen now with that blond beauty that comes from southern Floridian girls. Vanessa was already at school and Kelly, Vanessa's Mom was just about to leave for work when the front doorbell rang.

To her shock, a pair of police officers, a man and woman were waiting for her.

For a moment, she thought the worst. Had there been a terrible accident? Was Vanessa injured? The truth was not so savory.

After coming in and sitting down, the officers told Kelly a disturbing story. Investigations into pirated music theft had turned up Vanessa as a suspect. Using they believed she had been using the school computers to download illegal music files over the Internet and had been selling the files to friends and schoolmates.

A sting operation that had concluded just the day before had proved the theory correct. They had video and computer surveillance files of Vanessa downloading the illegal files, and video and sound recordings of her selling some of these files to an undercover police officer in the school.

Vanessa was to be picked up this morning by the police for summary judgment and the officers were here only as a courtesy to tell Kelly what was about to happen to her daughter.

Kelly was shocked. She blamed herself for not being stricter. Perhaps if she had sent Vanessa more often for punishment as her sister had suggested, she would have not resorted to illegal activities.

What would happen now? She asked the officers.

They reminded her of the statutes in the Good Child Law which outlined how police officers and officers of the court could dispense punishment under certain conditions for non-violent crimes when there was a child involved. The law had reduced significantly the costs of trial and jail and the program had been tremendously successful so far in reducing recidivism. Unlike parental spankings, Kelly was informed, a police ordered spanking would include extras that could not be ordered otherwise and unlike a parental punishment, this punishment would include a repeatable aspect. Vanessa would be picked up from school this afternoon and would be brought by the police to the APC. Her school would be informed so that schoolmates could attend the punishment as spectators. There were six other schoolmates who had been implicated in the affair who would receive lesser punishments at the same time but as the ringleader, Vanessa was in for a painful and likely very embarrassing puni shment.

"The embarrassment and humiliation aspect of a police ordered punishment is mostly what sets it apart," explained Officer Stanton, the blond female of the pair. "The pain of the punishment will last a day or so and we'll reinforce that with two reminders with a public strapping this coming Saturday and the Saturday after that but she'll likely remember the embarrassment of the extras she will receive for her entire life."

Kelly's face hardened as she realized how Vanessa had pulled the wool over her eyes.

"You have my support Officers," she said firmly. "Perhaps this will get her onto the straight and narrow before she goes any further down a life of crime."

The officers left the schedule of the APC information with Kelly and let her know when the punishment was scheduled to start and finish so that she could be there to bring her daughter home.

Blissfully ignorant of the events unfolding around her, Vanessa was having a pretty good day. It looked like Randy, one of the boys in her grade wanted to go out with her. He had approached her at lunch and talked about maybe seeing a movie together. Vanessa's friends had immediately rushed around her as soon as he had moved off to eat with his friends. He was so 'dreamy' one of her friends said, she was sure Vanessa was the luckiest girl in school.

The afternoon had drifted along in a kind of dream, with Vanessa thinking about Randy and how exciting it would be to be kissed by him.

As the last class of the day wound to a close, Vanessa started packing up. Suddenly the school's PA system came on. It was the voice of Mr. Andreeson, the school principal.

"May I have your attention please," he said. "I have some disturbing news that affects several of our students."

As he started to speak, the door of Vanessa's class opened and two police officers walked in. Some of the students gasped in surprise. The officers moved deliberately into the class until one was on either side of Vanessa.

"Stand up Miss Doral," said the taller of the two.

Vanessa felt her heart leap into her mouth as the officers led her out of the class with each firmly holding one of her arms.

Mr. Andreeson's voice continued throughout the school. He described the illegal pirate ring of music downloaders and let everyone know that the seven criminals would receive their punishment that very afternoon at the local public APC. Vanessa Doral, he said, was to receive a special public punishment as the ring leader of the group.

Vanessa felt sick to her stomach. Not only was she to be punished publicly for the first time ever, the whole school now knew about it. She could reasonably expect that many of her classmates would be there to enjoy her embarrassment. Oh God, Randy himself would probably go! He wouldn't have to wait to get to first base, he'd see her completely, utterly naked just by going to the APC! Vanessa had never felt more miserable in her life.

As she reached the front of the school escorted firmly with a hand on each arm by the police officers, she could see the other six friends she had been downloading with loaded into the back of a van altogether.

She was not put with them. As the ringleader she would be brought separately, she was told.

The car carrying Vanessa pulled into the parking lot and Vanessa could see the place was already crowded. Clearly the word of a special punishment had already gotten around. She had never witnessed such a punishment but she had heard rumors that they were the most embarrassing thing that could be done to you at the APC. No two were the same so she had no way of predicting what her particular punishment would be like. She couldn't help starting to cry a little as she wondered what would happen to her.

The police pulled her into the reception area which was almost empty. All regular punishments had been put on hold while she and her teammates were dealt with.

There was only one preparation door open and, as the police officers led her directly to it, she could see her mother standing right by the door looking at her. Vanessa opened her mouth to speak but as she did so her Mom just shook her head sadly as she looked at her wayward daughter. Vanessa choked up with a sob. This was going to be bad.

The door closed behind Vanessa, leaving her in the preparation room alone with the APC and the dreaded punishment frame standing in front of her, waiting.

"Vanessa Doral," the voice of the APC was a man's and it was a firm commanding voice which did not invite anything but obedience, "you have two minutes to remove all your clothing and jewelry from your person and deposit them in the bin provided."

Vanessa didn't pause. She pulled her feet from her sneakers without even bothering to undo them and then pulled her socks off her feet. Strangely, the feeling of her bare feet on the cool tiled floor made her feel already naked.

Her blouse was next followed by her school skirt leaving her in only her 34b bra and her low-cut white cotton panties.

She hesitated a moment. Once she took this off, she knew she'd be naked for awhile.

"Vanessa Doral," said the APC, "You now have one minute to complete removing all your clothing and jewelry from your person and deposit them in the bin provided."

The voice was enough encouragement. Vanessa reached up behind her back to undo the clasp of her tight bra. The panties were off in the same motion and Vanessa dropped them both into the bin. When the APC's voice didn't immediately instruct her to move to the frame she realized that she must have forgotten something. Just in time she removed her watch, her rings and her earrings and dropped them too into the bin.

"Vanessa Doral," said the voice, "Move forward to the punishment frame. You have one minute to place your feet inside the yellow circles and reach up to grasp a yellow handle with each hand."

Vanessa moved forward slowly, her left hand was covering her pussy, the other her breasts. She could feel with her right hand how hard her nipples had become. The fear of what was to come had crinkled the pink areolas and their pencil eraser tips to hard points.

There was no avoiding it now, she knew. As much trouble as she was in, the best thing to do was to follow the instructions.

With a last wipe of the tears from her face, Vanessa stood with her feet widespread on the yellow circles. She reached up with her hands, stretching to do so and, closing her eyes, she let her hands grasp the yellow handles.

In an instant, she was immobilized. The APC had been waiting for the moment her wrists and ankles were in the right spot and it wasted no time. In 0.41 seconds, the APC had moved loops down from the top of the frame to circle her wrists and loops at the end of arms that were attached to the frame up her legs to just above her knees and additional loops on shorter arms up her feet to the level of her ankles. With a sharp puff of air much like the compressed air that was used in a car crash airbag, the loops inflated, holding Vanessa with soft non-rub inner surfaces.

The frame was almost instantly in motion. The arms moved her feet slightly further apart and the thigh loops pulled her knees open a little wider. The padded arm at the bottom of her belly and higher up at the small of her back rotated into place to hold her helplessly. The frame itself started moving forward and then took a sharp 90 degree right hand turn to move into the extras room.

Vanessa let out a little cry. She had never been inside the extras room and she didn't know what would happen. The frame did not stop however. To her surprise, it moved directly past the extras room and into a room that was usually used only once a punishment was complete.

Vanessa's frame turned again and she could see she was now facing a number of camera lenses. The blue wall behind her was a simple backdrop as a flash of a camera near her face took her picture. The frame pulled back and a series of flashes let her know that her entire bare naked front was being photographed. The frame turned now and several flashes let her know that pictures were being taken of her back and bare bottom.

The frame turned again and moved forward until she could see the camera lenses up close. The cameras didn't have to move, she did as the frame moved her close up to the lens for a portrait of her face, then raised her up so that close up pictures could be taken of each of her breasts, then both breasts together then it moved slightly lower to place a lens close up to her young pubis.

Vanessa was a true blond and as is the case with many blonds, her pubic hair was very sparse. It did little to cover her labia majora and even her labia minora; the inner pussy lips; something that had caused her no small amount of embarrassment over the last couple of years. Now, she was having it photographed for who knows who to see!

The frame moved again, pulling back and rotating backwards as it did so. She could feel the frame folding, bending her knees up and out and back towards the sides of her chest as it did so. A moment later she was flat on her back looking at herself in mirrors in the ceiling. She had quite a strong tan she realized. The little bikini she had been wearing whenever she could had left a very distinct demarcation between her brown belly and her sharply white triangle of breasts and, lower down, her white triangle at her pubis with the little puff of blond hair at the middle. In this widely exaggerated spread out position, she was completely spread open and exposed. No one had ever seen her like this. The frame twisted until the cameras were looking right up between her legs.

A couple of flashes made her blush a deep red. In this lab-frog squatting/reclined position, both her anus and vagina were completely visible. Even her inner pussy lips had naturally parted to leave a view right up inside the pink and slightly wet aperture of Vanessa's pussy. The frame moved closer and several close ups were taken of the intimate area.

With the camera shoot over, Vanessa was soon back in the vertical spread-eagled position as the frame started moving again. It turned around and moved her back into the extras room with all of its horrible instruments.

Vanessa could already feel her face blushing red from the last few minutes. 'Who would see all those pictures?' she wondered frantically.

The frame stopped in the middle of the room and slowly rotated in 360 degree turns.

On monitors on the walls, Vanessa could see the video of her as robotic cameras followed her movement. She knew from experience that the video from the extras area was often broadcast to the external monitors if the punishment was a public one.

"Vanessa Doral," said the APC, "you will be held here for several minutes to await other punishments being completed.

Vanessa had nothing to do but wait with her frame turning slowly and her body on complete display.

About five minutes later, the APC was back on its schedule and Vanessa could feel her frame move forward. It stopped in front of a series of arms and once again she could feel it rotate backwards and pull her knees up and wide apart leaving her pussy and anus completely exposed.

An arm with a complex attachment on the front descended slowly to her pussy. It covered it completely and suddenly Vanessa could feel something moving around on her genitals. She couldn't figure it out, the machine had a high-pitched whine like the tools a dentist would use. It felt like the tugging of a brush when your hair is stuck or something crawling around on her pussy. The machine moved around and then moved lower until it had traveled from her lower belly to the top of the small of her back. The feeling only lasted a couple of minutes but when the device lifted off her pussy, Vanessa gasped. She was completely bare! Her pussy hair had been removed by the robotic device so effective that it seemed as though it had never been there! It was as though she was eight years old again. It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her.

The frame moved again, returned a softly crying Vanessa to a vertical, spread eagled position. Two arms moved forward now. At the end of each was a softly spinning spool with bristles. She watched with fascinated horror as they came closer and closer to her 32b breasts and the crinkled hard tips of her nipples.

Vanessa tried to shrink away from the arms but the frame was very familiar with this reaction. The spread-opened position and the padded bar at her back prevented Vanessa from moving more than an inch in any direction and the APC was able to read her body position so quickly from its many scanners that even if she could have writhed a little, the robotic arms would compensate to place their treatment to the precise millimeter where it was intended.

The rolling brushes touched first right at the bottom of Vanessa's two breasts. She gasped. The brushes weren't so hard as to be extremely painful but they were scraping her skin slightly as they turned at a rather high speed. She gasped again as two somewhat larger brushes touched her buttocks at the crease where they met her thighs. The four brushes moved up simultaneously, covering her entire breasts and her entire buttocks then moved down again. When they first touched her nipples, Vanessa cried out. The bristles moved right over the sensitive pink areolas and the tight nipples making them, if possible, even more erect. For five full minutes the brushes rotated over her sensitive flesh, moving up and down until both her bottom and her breasts had transformed from bright white untanned skin to bright pink sensitive skin. The brushes hadn't been painful but what Vanessa failed to appreciate was that the action had left the now very pink skin super sensitive. The pi nk color was simply an indication that blood had rushed to the area and was now feeding her nerves over-oxygenated fuel.

The frame moved again, this time leaving her bent over facing the ground and, once again pulling her knees up and apart and forward to leave her bottom naturally parted and her pussy completely spread open.

Additional long tubular brushes now worked down one side of her buttocks, across her sensitive anus and up the other side to meet the pink area already treated. A rapidly spinning bristle covered tube moved down, along her recently denuded pussy, across her labia majora and to the perineum where it met the brush working on her groove. It took another couple of minutes until these areas too were hypersensitized.

The arms stopped now and Vanessa was returned to a vertical position but with her knees still up and wide apart, near the side of her chest. This squatting position had her still feel very vulnerable down below.

Another arm reached up from behind and below her to touch at the very center of her raw pink anus.

"Oh no, please!" she gasped but the APC cared nothing for her pleas. The arm had a plastic device at the end of it which oozed shiny lubricant. The tip of the device was very small and Vanessa's clenching sphincter was helpless to prevent its entry. It widened slowly and the movement was continuous as it slowly inserted itself a full 5 inches into the bowels of the now crying fourteen year old. By the time the last inch was inserted, the device was an inch across and kept Vanessa's anus fully stretched.

Vanessa had heard of anal punishments of course, but there were so many variations of what the APC could do, she had no idea what was going to happen to her.

She felt a sensation deep inside her belly, somewhere behind her belly button. It was warm, gooey and didn't seem to be stopping. It took her a minute or two to realize that the device was pumping something deep, deep into her body.

A minute or two later, the device stopped and retracted out of the young girl, leaving her in the spread open position. Vanessa felt an urgent need to go to the bathroom.

"Please," she pleaded. "Please, I need to go to the bathroom real bad!"

"Vanessa Doral," said the APC, "you will evacuate your enema in your current position."

Vanessa sobbed. She couldn't believe she was expected to perform her most intimate act right here in front of the APC.

The APC was patient and knew almost to the second how long the child would be able to hold on. With a cry, Vanessa could no longer wait and the liquid deep in her bowels exploded out of her to the waiting grill down below. Water jets quickly cleaned the drain area of the floor below here and once she was done, a soft water spray cleaned her off. Another touch at the center of her anus let her know she was not done. The nozzle moved again, this time much deeper into her body, stretching her anus to a full 1 and a half inches and again, Vanessa felt even more liquid being pumped even deeper into her.

The nozzle pulled out and the APC waited patiently. It didn't have to wait long. Broken now, Vanessa didn't even resist when the urge came. With it's multi-method sensors, the APC analyzed the consistency of the water streaming out of Vanessa's bottom and determined that her colon had been thoroughly cleaned out.

As the last of the liquid poured from her, Vanessa was in tears. She was alone in the room with the APC and its various devices but she had never felt more exposed and more displayed than at this moment. Even her most private body functions were no longer in her control and the feeling of the liquid being injected deep in her rectum had her feeling sensations deep up her belly.

The APC frame was in motion again and Vanessa soon found herself rotated backwards with her face up towards the mirrors. Clearly the APC wanted her to see what was coming next.

A new white metal arm was moving upwards slowly between Vanessa's widespread thighs. It looked like an egg perched on the end of a one inch wide and ten inch long cylinder. The egg moved closer and closer until Vanessa could see it was quickly spinning itself. Which hole was it going into? Vanessa wondered.

The egg was lowered until it was just above her virgin fourteen year old pussy and came close enough that Vanessa's started to whimper in fear. The APC however, had different plans. The egg moved lower and lower until it was spinning a couple of millimeters from her already sensitized raw pink anus. With a firm thrust forward, the device made contact and thrust firmly through the sphincter muscle, embedding itself to the widest point in the egg in Vanessa's already weakened anus.

The teenage girl cried out in shock. The egg was still rotating rapidly and Vanessa couldn't even describe the cascading sensations from her stretched orifice. The egg was a brilliant piece of engineering. It felt absolutely smooth and the shock of entry had children penitents focus only on that but the rapidly spinning device was not completely smooth and every second it was in contact with the delicate flesh, it was making it more irritated. The egg paused its forward motion, spinning with its widest circumference stretching the very entrance to the anus before it moved deeper. The egg had a ten inch arm allowing it a total of almost thirteen inches of total penetration but it needed only eight inches to reach as far as it needed to in the young girls rectal canal.

With each spin slightly irritating the inner membranes, the egg now began its second function, releasing a thin film of ointment over those newly sensitized membranes as it slowly retreated until Vanessa's rectum and anus were fully covered in the ointment.

Vanessa was so relieved to have the egg out of her body the sensation of the heating ointment was hard to notice. Before she could really assess the full range of the egg's effects, another arm was making its way towards her anus. This time, the device was a little larger but much shorter. A rectal plug with a wide center piece and a thick neck held the anus widely stretched and thoroughly blocked any accidental release by Vanessa's bottom.

With the plug now firmly in place, Vanessa was finally rotated to the vertical 'traveling' position with her arms and legs outstretched. The end of the rectal plug was still with her and the arm holding it was now attached to the moving frame. The plug would serve to keep her lower body even more still as her punishment continued.

The frame had turned now and returned a crying Vanessa back to the initial room where she had first removed her clothes. The plug felt so strange in her, spreading her bottom hole wide open. There was something else too. It was as though there was still something moving deep in her bum. What was that? The frame paused a moment as though waiting for something.

Vanessa barely noticed that the frame had stopped. The sensations deep in her rectum were now making her try to squirm. She pulled at her wrists. She had to reach down to her bottom right now! The heat being built up in her body was cumulative and only a few seconds later, her crying changed pitch to a desperate wail.

"Owwww! Please, take it out!" she cried desperately.

Every moment of squirming, just served to twist her further on the rectal plug held deep in her body and the ointment rubbing against the plug delivered even more irritation.

The APC had no intentions of removing anything just yet of course. It still had her main punishment to perform and it paid no attention to the pleading of children.

The doors in front of Vanessa swung open and the sobbing, wailing teenaged girl now found herself pulled on the frame naked and spread open for her friends, classmates, neighbors and relatives to see. A loud cheering applause broke out from the crowd. They had been waiting for her to emerge. Vanessa had been trying not to think about it, but she knew in an instant that everyone in this audience had been able to follow her extras punishment on the large video monitors throughout the APC.

Vanessa's frame rotated slowly as she was moved all by herself in a grand parade around the public APC area. There seemed to be hundreds of people there, all clearly able to see her naked, just-shaved body with a thick plug holding her anus wide open.

Vanessa's tears were non-stop so it was hard to focus on individual faces but the overall effect of being so exposed was devastating. She would not feel fully clothed for months from this moment and reminders of this precise feeling would remain with her all of her life.

As Vanessa started to soak in the scene around her, she could already see there were six frames in place, turning in place. Each frame held one of her friends, now completely naked and obviously freshly punished. Her four girlfriends had beet red bottoms with angry red marks up the inside of each thigh. As Carole, the friend closest to her was turned around, she could see even Carole's freshly shaved pussy had been punished. It too was dark red and Carole had tears streaming down her face.

Vanessa's frame moved further and she could now see that her friend Joe, who had taught her how to download music was also completely naked and completely shaved. Not only were his buttocks and inner thighs punished but something had been done also to his penis. Vanessa struggled to focus as she saw his penis for the first time. She gasped. It was much thicker than she had imagined and it was at the moment both dark red from some kind of whipping or spanking and it was fully erect.

Vanessa's frame now moved to the forward central area where she could see she was surrounded by throngs of people eager for a close up view. Her frame made a final 360 degree turn, letting her see that her mother and her aunt were front stage, getting a bird's eye view. To her horror, her new friend Randy was there too, his eyes were wide, looking Vanessa up and down in a view he had imagined only in his darkest fantasies.

The frame came to halt with a final clunk and Vanessa felt herself being bent over. Her feet were pulled a little wider apart, head lowered and her bottom stretched hard and pushed up until it was at the perfect height. Even the plug in her bottom tilted slightly to angle her bottom perfectly for the punishment she was about to receive.

There was a pregnant pause and the room quieted down until Vanessa's soft sobbing could be heard by everyone.

As she waited, crying at the burning sensations and the deeply humiliating experience, two arms were rising slowly on either side of her bright pink buttocks rubbed to sensitivity by the brushes in the extras room. At the end of each was a thick supple leather strap. The black leather of each of the straps was polished smooth by the application across many young buttocks such as Vanessa's.

With a flash, first one, then the second arm twisted, moving their straps in a wicked flash. The first strap arrived with a deafening crack on her left buttock and before Vanessa could react, the second had landed on her right. The straps pulled back leaving bright red squares. Vanessa was gasping in air for a shrieking cry which exploded out of her as the straps descended again.

Over and over, they fell, moving in one inch increments until both buttocks were swollen red and Vanessa was out of breath from crying so hard.

It had been almost ten full minutes of strapping before they paused.

The frame rotated Vanessa slowly in a circle, letting everyone see the devastating effects of the strapping. After a full turn, she was slowly raised to a standing position, spread-eagled once again. The frame continued to arch backwards until she was spread and bowed slightly back with her chest and pubis thrust forward by the bar at the small of her back and even the plug in her bottom, pushing her pelvis forward.

Three new arms raised now, each with a thinner flexible leather strap attached. There were arms on either side that Vanessa looked at with horror. The third though was terrifying. It was situated between her legs.

The straps all moved simultaneously. The top straps each caught a tight breast right across the nipple, the lower one straight up the middle of her pussy, running right up between her puffy labia and striking just above her spread open clitoris. Vanessa shrieked anew with the burning sensations of the straps hitting her most sensitive spots. The straps were in continuous motion, sometimes striking altogether, some times individually. The front-strapping went on for almost ten minutes until her pussy, and all of her breasts had turned from just-rubbed pink to angry red. Her nipples were dark red and even her clitoris had been struck several times, eliciting a sharp scream each time the leather tip caught her there. The punishment had caused the blood-engorged nub of nerves to erect fully, pushing out of its protective hood and making itself even more susceptible to punishment.

The punishment had been extensive and painful but the APC had another thorough dose of humiliation to deliver.

As soon as the front strapping was over, Vanessa was turned a couple of times still spread wide so everyone could see the effects. It took a few minutes until Vanessa could think coherently again. The pain in her breasts, her pussy and her bottom throbbed. As the sharp pain lessened somewhat, the sensation of the thick plug in her bottom and the heating ointment deep in her rectum made itself known again and Vanessa cried continuously as she was turned in circles for people to see.

The APC waited until it knew it could get Vanessa's full attention again. This time the frame rotated forward and pulled Vanessa's knees and thighs wide apart again until her knees were almost beside her breasts. Facing completely downwards, this left anyone behind her with a complete spread-open view of her plug-filled anus and her widespread pussy lips.

Vanessa could feel the plug in her bottom finally moving. It pulled out of her bottom and descended into the floor as another arm came up beneath her. Vanessa gasped as she saw it. The arm's tip was a multi-bump plug of white plastic. Each bump was a different size. The first was only a half-inch across and the largest almost two inches. The last two bumps of the six on this device were about one inch across..

The plug moved up to take the place of the plug that had just left her. Vanessa's bottom was much too tired to resist the first two bumps that pushed into her. The next two however were harder and she gasped as the widest part of each one was inserted. She barely heard the clapping of the crowd as each bump was pulled into deep into her rectum by her stressed sphincter muscle. With four bumps in her body, Vanessa was rotated to a vertical position with her knees still spread wide beside her. No part of her body was hidden to the crowd now.

Another arm pulled up to Vanessa's widespread pussy. She was still crying freely from the punishment she'd received so far when she felt the device at her pussy touch her erect and sore clitoris. The device was delicate and designed in such a way that everyone could see the tiny arms pull her clitoris fully from its hood before touching it was a vibrating rubber finger.

Vanessa gasped in shock at the sensation. She lurched as the APC touched her hyper-sensitive clitoris and as it did so, the plug in her bottom moved too, pushing the fifth and then sixth plug into her helpless bottom.

The plug continued to move, now pulling itself out slowly until the last two bumps were outside her once again. Reversing direction again, and the bumps were once again moving into her.

It didn't' take long.

With the immense amount of stimulation the young girl had already received, the vibrating finger on her clitoris and the bumps slowly moving in and out of her anus brought Vanessa to the very edge of her first public orgasm. The APC knew the exact moment.

Just as the first throes of the orgasm struck, the plug in her bottom shifted again. With a large squeeze, Vanessa felt her rectum filling with more of the heating, irritating lotion. The plug thrust a little deeper into her and the last ball, up until now quite manageably small suddenly inflated in size deep in her bottom seating itself deep in her. The vibrating pad on her pulled back for a moment and the tiny arms on three sides of her clit pushed the hood back even further. A large dollop of the ointment squirted onto the reddened button before the pad returned vibrating hard to bring Vanessa to a panting orgasm in front of everyone she knew. It was without doubt the most embarrassing moment of her life.

The end of her punishment was not far off now. Hanging limply from the frame, exhausted she was turned for people to see before being brought back for more pictures in her now punished state; the 'after' pictures that would become both part of her permanent record and an album that her mother would start for her at home.

The plug was also left deep in her as she left in the thin punishment gown as her only garment. Her mother would deflate it in the morning.

The next day, it was a deeply changed girl who got up from bed. Before she even had breakfast, she had to ask politely for her mother to remove the plug and promised to be more obedient and a better person. She could prove how obedient she was on Saturday, her mother said when she'd be back at the APC for the first of two reminder strappings.