AUTOMATION

BY MASTER CHRIS

[ part 3 ]

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

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

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

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

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

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