The Spanking Hall
Nicky arrived bright and early to the Obidean Correctional Centre's punishment wing. It was 8:45am local time, yet she wasn't even the first child down there. As she entered the back end of the spanking hall she saw four other Penitatas already settled in and preparing themselves for their spankings. By the look of one girl's face, she was already undergoing punishment. She didn't mean to stare, but it was something they all did now and then. The girl, a Jalaxian, was suspended in a clear plastic tube, body supported by padded rests and restraints. Her backside was nestled firmly into a padded hole in the wall, and judging by her tear-streaked fur and open, screaming mouth, someone was giving her rear a very thorough thrashing. There wasn't any sound. That's what unnerved the new Pennies when they first saw the place. sound-dampeners and noise-cancellers meant that neither the other Pennies nor the spanker could hear the spankee's cries. That wasn't to say they weren't monitored - both advanced AI systems and living supervisors ensured the penitent children were kept safe. As she watched, the Jalaxian girl began to calm down. Nicky realised the Vacant/Occupied indicator at the base of the tube had flicked to green not long after she began watching. The red-haired Penny placed her hand on the outside of the tube and gave its occupant a sympathetic smile. She was given a timid wave in return.
Dawdling over, Nicky found an empty tank and prepared herself for punishment. Staff were on hand should a Penny need to be 'persuaded' to enter the tube, but good behaviour was rewarded with time out - that is "time out" of their sentence. Panties and skirt removed completely, Nicky settled onto the waiting restrainer. The AI chirruped and performed a quick scan to calibrate itself before sealing the bonds. +++Identified Subject: Nicky MacLaren, ID R-1773828403. You are prompt and early, Nicky! Good Girl!+++ Carefully, the now helpless child was settled into position, with bare bottom wedged into the soft, cushioned hole at the back of the tube, which clicked shut around her. She flicked a glance down at her right arm, at the little device fastened there. Every Penny on Obidean had one; it was a watch, of sorts, which showed two numbers. The first was how many hours of spanking the Penitatas had endured since sentencing, the other was how long they had to go. For Nicky, the first number was close to a hundred, but she still had over two thousand hours left to endure.
That thought caused a weary sigh to escape her lips; She'd been rejuved to eight, and was averaging two hours of spanking a day. It was long and hard and very, very painful, but she worked on the basis that the quicker it was over with the better. Besides, there was always a chance at parole... A little chime brought her attention back to the watch. She'd had fifteen minutes taken off her time. It sounded like nothing, but being a good girl could easily rack up another hour or two of time a week cleared off - something no Penny could sneer at!
Unfortunately, time spent waiting for spanking was not time off the clock. It was half an hour before anyone stepped into that little booth to find a perky little bottom waiting for them. The only warning Nicky got that it was coming was the ping of her counter starting, running down those two thousand hours second by second. A hand smacked against her left cheek. The strike made her jump, or would have if she could move an inch. A second landed in the exact same place, not too hard, but hard enough. A third followed, then a fourth; whoever it was seemed to like smacking that one spot. "Oh come on!" Nicky wailed, her breathing becoming rapid and irregular. "Please just move around a bit!" They didn't. Their hand came down on that same spot over and over - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! - the lack of sound gave it all a strangeness that took some getting used to, but it wasn't long before the only thing Nicky was interested in was getting out of the tube. For a good seven or eight minutes she endured the smacks against that poor little cheek; she imagined her backside would have a hot, hand-shaped patch of red by now! Relief, of a sort, finally came when the spanking moved to the other buttock. In a matching spot, the hand started over - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It lost none of its intensity, telling Nicky he - or she - had changed hands. The spanking lasted fifteen minutes total. Afterwards, the red-head Penny spent five minutes sobbing to herself and wishing she could rub her poor little bottom. Then there was more spanking to come.
This time it was someone else, a Jalaxian judging by the feel of his hand; there were certainly plenty of them on Obidean. This spanker was more interested in the entirety of his Penny's little tush, and began a very thorough job of spanking every last inch. He worked clockwise, starting from the centre and spiralling outwards to spank every thing he could reach. Everything he could reach - including her little private area that he really wasn't meant to. That got nearly five minutes of attention all to itself. In all, Nicky had to endure a half hour of spanking by his hand. Her entire bottom burned fiercely after such a thrashing - most Pennies feared paddles, switches and canes, but a really long hand spanking had a pain all of its own.
It was then she realised the clock was still running.
The Jalaxian had gone for a hairbrush. He (Nicky had decided it was a 'He') worked backwards this time, beginning down at the base of her hot, sore bottom and spanking anti-clockwise, working the wooden backed implement around and toward the inside of her exposed rear. Despite spanking her quickly, he was able to ensure every last bit of both cheeks was struck by the hairbrush, and when he was done he started over. Now he was spanking her slapdash, letting the implement strike at random places, at vary strengths, at an irregular pace. That drove the poor Penny girl crazy. It was impossible to brace for the strikes because they either came so rapidly she hadn't recovered from the last, or else she'd tense for a stroke that never came, only to be smacked the moment she began to relax. Twice he gave her false hope by stopping for a minute at a time, only to resume without warning.
For twenty minutes more this went on. The Penny girl was utterly exhausted by then. He'd been abusing her rear for forty-five minutes now - could he REALLY have paid for the full hour? At last, the hairbrush went away for real, and his hand returned to her cheeks. This time he touched her softly, gently rubbing away some of the ache. She knew exactly who he was then; she didn't even need that silly little tapping code he always did, flicking his fingers against her bottom in a quick pattern that told her she'd been punished by him many, many times. She didn't need it. She was certain it was him because so few people ever thought of giving a Penny's bottom a soothing rub. Fewer still would have done what he did next.
His fingers ran over her anus, drawing little circles over the sore pucker of flesh. He didn't push in, but he did tease enough to get her wriggling. His other hand moved down, slipping a finger in between the folds of her labia. She inhaled sharply, biting her lip to prevent crying out as an unseen finger probed her vaginal region. This was not allowed, of course; the system did not actively monitor spanker behaviour, but a simple cry of "Help!" was all it took for the security feeds to cut in and for them to see exactly what was happening. Every customer (the people spanking her had paid for the privilege) knew that to take advantage of a Penny ran the very real risk of ending up on the other side of the booth. She didn't cry out. Being so young, it was relatively easy for her private shame to go unnoticed by those spanking her, but this Jalaxian had found out. His finger came away damp, allowing a few drops of wetness to trickle out in its wake. The finger went back in. He began to rub her slowly, gently, judging by how she twitched and clenched whether to press on or back off. Each time his blunted claw flicked over her clit her whole body spasmed, causing more of her arousal to drip out onto his finger. "P-p-please!" she cried. It was a safe enough cry; the AI knew Pennies would beg for mercy, and so ignored words like "please" or "stop" or "no". The fact that her tone of voice was urging him on did not register into the machine's analytical subroutine.
The finger moved away, wet from her pussy juices, and came to rest upon her dry anus. He pushed in just a little, just enough to get a third of the finger in, and let his tongue do the rest. Worked up from a long spanking and a good few minutes of teasing, he worked urgently to get his little Penny girl off in the time allowed. His tongue slipped in, running across her slit with slow, wide licks that he knew would send the girl over the edge. Bound in her tube, Nicky looked around at the rest of the room. The other sessions had stopped, and now she was the only girl in use. They were watching her; watching as a Jalaxian pushed his finger in her ass and ate her out. The dirty thrill of cumming in front of them was enough to push her over the edge, and she gave a long, loud scream of delight. Of course, she made sure to act as though she'd just been given a goodbye smack to remember - her backside was still aching more than enough to make that look real.
At last, the machine pulled her free of the spanking hole, which closed behind her. +++Session is completed, Nicky MacLaren!+++ The computer announced. +++Audio analysis indicates minimal defiance to punishment. You are a good girl for accepting your punishment!+++ Nicky smiled at the comment as she was helped out of the tube; two thousand hours of spanking lay ahead of her. Two thousand hours of burning pain in her poor, defenceless backside... A tingling ran through her body that had nothing to do with the nano-lotion the supervisor was applying. Being a Penitatas wasn't all bad, it seemed.