Woman versus the Machine (part 3)



Part 1 here.

Anette felt a surge of panic at what had almost happened; almost because all she had to do was… her mouth went dry…. “Machine stop,” she ordered and once last effort to pull her arms free of the machine. It might have worked too, if she had not been tipped so far forward that gravity worked against her.

Then the paddle struck with full force and the breath left Anette’s lungs. For an eternal moment she tried to process the unspeakable fire in her seat, marvelling at its intensity and the way it seemed spread and grow in strength. Grow in strength and… how could it get worse?

She found her breath and yelled. “Oh my God,” she panted, not believing the sting.

There was a metallic click and curiously she made to turn. Then she was spanked again.

“Bbbb-bloody hell,” she exclaimed and clamped her jaw against the burn. “Will you bloody stop? Override, override,” she snarled.

The third spank made her realise that this was not going to stop. The bottom burn seemed to sit on her behind as with a life of its own as it no longer even faded slightly between spanks.

“Help, help,” she screamed and then with all her breath, “Help me.”

Then she heard the click and the fourth spank struck with a punitive fury.

“Ooh b-bastard,” she gasped, and felt tears prick her eyes. “No more please,” she groaned to no one.

Then she spied the monitors in the corner giving her a multi-angled view. Her own bottom was jutting up obscenely and was by now very, very red. For a moment she was held in narcissistic fascination, then the paddle struck again.

“Hmmmm, sheeeshh,” she hissed and willed it to not be happening.

At the eighth stroke the paddling stopped and there was silence. Anette herself was panting hard, aware now that she was crying a little. Her bottom was dipped in liquid lava and she doubted that she would ever sit down again.

She tried her arms again to wriggle free. Obviously the machine being a test model had broken down. The intensity of the relief was a new sensation but then she felt a surge of panic. She was bent over bare-bottomed in a restricted area and she could not get free. What if someone came? What if they didn’t?

Then something clanked and the barrel like bench shifted under her with the effect that a more vulnerable part of her bottom was more elevated. Eight, eight was a standard pause she realised with horror. The ninth spank was an absolute… after she screamed she began to break down and sob.

By the end of her self-imposed 15 swats she was broken with despair.

“No more, please no more,” she babbled.

The change in machine tone or the slight adjustment of the lights brought a fresh panic. She remembered that she had authorised broadcast. The auto-change lights… had this gone live.

“That is quite a sentence you have there,” said a voice, “I saw it on the monitor in the security office.”

Anette startled. This was getting worse. Then she realised who it was.

“Dan,” she barked, “Stop laughing and get me out of here.”

“Well, let us not be hasty,” Dan chuckled.

“You bastard, I’m stuck,” Anette protested.

“Yeah, about that,” Dan drawled, “What are you doing in here?”

“I… I was just checking out the new facilities, you know, just curious.” Anette’s unfocussed eyes swivelled back and forth in her head as she realised what he was seeing and she racked her mind for an explanation.

“And why are you…?” he coughed, “Arse up over the bench-barrel?”

“I just…” she wailed, “Damn you Dan, let me up.”

“Bit off more than you can chew eh?” Dan laughed.

Anette sniffed and tried not to wriggle. There was no dignity in this.

“Please Dan, it was an accident, I was just messing about with a few moderate test swats. The damn thing kicked in automatically with some kind of pre-set.” Anette felt her face melt.

“I ought to report this, hell, I don’t even need to. The whole thing has been recorded. I could just walk away and leave you to it,” Dan said with a real edge to his voice.

“Please Dan, please,” Anette begged, “I know you and I don’t always… please you can’t…” She suddenly realised that even if Dan helped there was a good chance she would be reported.

“I could turn it back on and let it run its course,” Dan pondered aloud, “Leave it in the lap of the gods, so to speak.”

“Please Dan, please,” she sounded desperate, “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh anything is it?” he chuckled.

Anette swallowed hard. “Yes you bastard, even that,” she growled.

“Now, now, less of the mouth,” Dan warned.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” she said quickly.

“You always did have a pissy attitude,” he sighed. “I’ll tell you what… I’ll turn off the machine if you take your medicine from me.”

“What?” Anette spluttered.

“Just an idea,” he shrugged, “Oh well, I will leave it running.”

Anette’s eyes bugged as her mind raced. Then she heard the mechanism click and then the sound of receding footsteps. “Dan,” she yelled, “Dan, alright, please…”

There was a long silence filled only by the sounds of the machine prepping itself.

“Dan,” she cried desperately. Pinned as she was with her head down, she had no idea if he had gone.

“Alright,” he spoke at last and she heard him shutting down the machine again. “But just to be clear,” he said sternly, “We are not doing it here. I want you in our usual chamber, that way you can’t claim afterwards that I coerced you, and besides, I kind of like the sense of justice to it.”

Anette took a deep breath. “If you think…”

“Are we agreed?”

Anette wondered if she could go through with it once he released her. She knew either way he was one up on her.

“Fine,” she spat.

To be continued.


6 Responses to “Woman versus the Machine (part 3)”

  1. Good to see this back, loving it

  2. Another excellent segment!

  3. 3 bieldsider1

    I’m really enjoying this story!

  4. 4 DJ

    Thanks people 🙂

    More soon 🙂

  5. 5 KerrieD

    It’s been a long while since I visited my old favourite place. DJ, you did not disappoint. Can’t wait for the next update! ☺️

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