AUTOMATION

BY MASTER CHRIS

[ part 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 enema nozzle 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 enema nozzle 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.