Chross - The Art of Mainstream Spankings

Story by SWatts, orginally posted 2015

Part 1

Christina's Fantasy


The girl was both nervous and excited. She was lying face down on a black padded table, with her arms and legs spread toward the corners. There were steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles - these were attached to sturdy ropes which ran underneath the table. There were leather bands just above her knees, as well as one around her waist. These were connected to ropes as well. At its midway point, the table was elevated, forming a hump. Her waist rested upon this hump, raising her bottom up. She was stark naked.

She had been planning this carefully for some time, getting everything just right. Today would be the day.

The girl's name was Christina. She was young, twenty one years of age, and very pretty. Her long, dark hair reached just below her shoulders. She was small in stature at a height of five feet. Her trim waist accentuated her cute rear end. The emphasis on this curvaceous feature was further enhanced by its position, raised suggestively by the hump over which she lay.

She was in the basement of her home in a room accessible only by a hidden door. It contained no windows, but was clean and brightly lit. Some soundproofing had been installed.

She looked at a monitor which was visible from the table. It showed 1:15:08 and was counting down. "God," she thought, "over an hour to go!"

Off to the side of the table at about the midway point was an electric motor onto which a pole, four feet long, was connected. The pole was vertical, with three feet of its length extending above the connection point and the remainder below. The connection point of the motor to the pole was positioned slightly above the level of the table. At the bottom end of the pole was a counterweight. To the top end was attached a rectangular piece of thick, slightly flexible plastic, 18 inches long by 3 inches wide, which narrowed at one end to a section about an inch and a half wide by 5 inches long. It was this narrow section of the plastic, the "handle", which was attached to the pole. The plastic was rounded at the corners and all of the edges.

When in operation, the motor moved the pole from its starting vertical position to a horizontal one, and then back to vertical again. When the pole was horizontal, the attached piece of plastic rested flat across the girl's bottom cheeks.

Although apprehensive, Christie was getting horny. She pressed against a ridge of harder material which protruded about a half an inch through the padding under her waist and was situated between her legs. With the bands around her waist and above her knees holding her fast, she couldn't move very much, but she still could just a little. Rubbing against it didn't offer much relief, though - it just made her even hotter.

She looked at the screen again: 1:11:42. "Why did I set the delay to two hours?" she thought. She knew she was helpless, though. She was going to have to wait the full two hours, and then she was going to receive her paddling. It was precisely for this reason that she made the delay that long - the anticipation, desire, and nervousness would all build up, and she'd be completely powerless to do anything about it. She knew that after her punishment there would be another delay, this time one hour. This would prevent her from doing anything to soothe her smarting bottom.

The paddle attached to the pole was set to strike her backside at random locations once every five seconds. This ensured the paddle didn't neglect any portion of her naughty rear end. So that the paddle always stuck directly against her cheeks, rather than a glancing blow, the pole could rotate a little clockwise or counterclockwise with respect to the table. This was to compensate for the curvature of her pretty bottom. If the current target was the center of her cheeks, the pole would be fully vertical and would come straight down. However, if the target was the lower part of her bottom, the pole rotated a little toward the back of the table; then, when it struck, it came partly from back to front. No matter what part of her backside received the smack, the paddle always hit fully flush with its objective.

Christie had spent a lot of time and effort setting this up. She had used the machine a number of times previously - only a few times while bound to the table, though, and never at the current settings. She had been very careful; she definitely did NOT want to overdo the settings and discipline herself too severely!

Her goal was very simple. She wanted to be spanked until she cried.

About an hour ago, she had removed all her clothes and laid them on a small wooden table in the corner of the room near some spanking implements hanging from hooks on the wall. She then climbed onto the padded table and fastened steel cuffs and strong leather bands to various parts of her body: cuffs around her wrists and ankles, leather bands just above her knees and around her waist. Each of these had a single metal ring attached, except for the one around her waist which had two rings - one on each side. A rope was connected to each ring. There was plenty of slack in the ropes, allowing her to fasten all the cuffs and bands without difficulty. The other end of each rope was attached to a small motor fastened underneath the table. There was a separate motor for each rope. Once all the cuffs and bands were firmly in place, she lay face down on the table, positioning her bottom over the hump at the center and her arms and legs in a spread-eagle position, with her hands and feet each about two feet apart. With her right arm, she then reached under the table and pressed a button. She immediately moved her right arm back into position near the front right corner of the table and waited while all eight motors slowly took up the slack in the ropes. As the predesignated amount of each rope was reeled in, a loud click could be heard. This was the spring-driven locking mechanism used by each motor. Once all of the motors had locked, there was no turning back. There was no way she could free herself on her own.

She had been very cautious in her design of the locking mechanism. Being that helpless scared her a little - what if something went wrong? So she used a failsafe system. Each locking mechanism contained a spring that opened the lock when power was cut off. Thus, in the event of a power failure, all the locks would open immediately. She even tied the locks into her home security system, so that if an alarm occurred, the locks would all spring open, freeing her. For added safety she always turned her alarm system on when she was using this room. That way if by chance anyone broke in, the alarm would go off and she'd be released.

The whole system was under the control of a computer she had sitting on a desk near the far wall of the room. It was networked to another computer in her bedroom, but not to the internet. She accessed the internet with a completely separate system. The last thing she would want would be for anyone else to find out about this!!

With the computer, she could program the length of the initial delay before the paddling began, the duration and intensity of the paddling, the delay after the punishment had been completed, and so forth. She wanted to do some additional work at some point to allow the interval between smacks to be varied, too. At the moment, it was fixed at a rate of 12 hits per minute.

The intensity of the spanking could be adjusted from 1 to 10. This controlled how rapidly the pole moved from its upper position down to its destination - against her rear end. Intensity level 1 was very light and only really served as a tool for fantasies. Level 4 was pretty firm, but still a little too light. If she used that intensity for an extended time it would be effective in delivering a significant punishment, but she had found that level 5 seemed to be the ideal setting for what she wanted - firm smacks that hurt, but without going overboard. She used level 6 a couple of times, once for a full minute, but the paddle hit with too much force - her bottom got too sore too quickly. She tried a level 10 smack just once. Ouch. Not to be repeated.

She looked up at the screen again: 58:20. Less than an hour to wait now. Her excitement, coupled with the butterflies in her stomach, was hard to contain. She tried to just relax and lie calmly on the table. She was helpless. She was going to get a badly needed spanking on her bare bottom and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. This really aroused her! But she was also pretty nervous. What if she had gone overboard? She wanted the punishment to be severe enough to make her cry - that has been a longtime fantasy of hers - but she didn't want it to go too far!

Before she set all this up, Christie had twice tried getting a boyfriend to spank her. She had been very embarrassed asking for it, but she wanted it so desperately she gave it a try. Both times, however, with two different boyfriends, the result was the same. The guy just gave her a few light love pats - not at all what she wanted. It hadn't nearly been worth the humiliation she endured by having to ask. After the second try, she gave up asking, remaining completely unfulfilled.

She then tried spanking herself. At first she used things that were readily available: her hand, a ruler, a hairbrush, and a belt. Later, she covertly purchased a few paddles and straps to try. It simply was not that satisfying, however. She could get her backside pretty sore - in fact the heat and stinging which lingered afterward felt good to her - but that dissipated all too quickly. She needed more; she needed something that would leave her with a hot, sore bottom for an extended period of time. That was what she needed; that was what she deserved. She desperately wanted a really good, sound spanking. A spanking that was hard enough to make her cry!

That just wasn't possible to achieve by spanking herself - she could not keep going until she cried. As much as she wanted that to happen, she just couldn't continue after a certain point. She knew the only way she could get past that point was if she simply had no choice - if the spanking would go on whether she wanted it to or not, until her bottom got the punishment it needed and she couldn't help but to cry.

Now she finally had everything set up to fulfill her fantasy. A couple of weeks ago, she had used the system to give her a spanking for three minutes at intensity level 5. That was a pretty severe punishment, yet it wasn't quite to the point where she had cried. It was close though.

The machine's current settings were four minutes at intensity level 5. A full extra minute of paddling when she would already be at a point near tears. She was pretty sure the extra dozen hard smacks would do it. Thinking about it made her uneasy. She remembered how much that last spanking hurt and realized she was going to get the same thing, and then a third more! Maybe she should have tried three and a half minutes instead! Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. She was going to get it, and she deserved it. She was a bad girl and needed to be properly punished. She rubbed some more against the material between her legs.

She moved her head over a little to take a sip of water from a tube conveniently positioned at the head of the table. Christie knew she could get thirsty during the delays. Her current program, for example, would last over three hours. She wanted to be comfortable. Well ... for the most part, anyway. One part of her anatomy was definitely NOT going to be feeling comfortable in a little while!

Christina felt very fortunate to have this house. Her father inherited it, as well as a pretty substantial sum, from a wealthy relative. Since her parents were happy with the home they already had, they did not have any use for it themselves. They could have sold it, but since it was located conveniently near the college she attended as an engineering student, they thought it would be perfect for her. They transferred ownership to her and, along with her Aunt Margaret, helped her get settled in. Her parents even helped her update some of the furniture and appliances which came with the house. Her parents were doing rather well financially even before the inheritance, so it did not put any strain on them. Still, she really appreciated the assistance. She had not been there that long - under two years - but she was very happy with her home.

Her Aunt Margaret had spent a lot of time with her cleaning and putting the finishing touches on her new home. Margaret, who was married to her mother's brother, lived only a half an hour away. She was forty, had dark hair like Christina's, and was nearly half a foot taller than her niece. Christie used to be very close with her aunt, but for some reason had really clashed with her during the past year. Christie had gotten her aunt very upset a number of times recently. In fact, just a week ago they had an extremely heated argument during which Christie hurled a slew of insults at her aunt and called her some pretty awful names. Her aunt had come over to Christie's to have lunch with her and to try to improve their relationship which had become so rocky. The argument started when her aunt tried to ask Christie if anything was wrong. When Christie responded rudely to her queries, Margaret started to become angry, but soon calmed down and tried to be nice in order to end the argument. Unfortunately, Christie just continued with vicious verbal attacks. Christie was not even sure why she acted this way. In any case, Margaret ended up leaving in tears. Christie knew she should have apologized to her aunt, but she didn't.

Had Christie thought about it, she would have realized that it wasn't just her aunt that she had issues with recently. She had been putting so much time and emphasis into the system she was preparing to fulfill her fantasy that she had become withdrawn in general. She rarely went out anymore and seemed to strongly object to anything that took her away from her machine.

She looked up at the monitor again: 50:46.

A couple months after she had settled in, Christie made quite an interesting discovery when she was removing some things from a set of shelves on the rear wall of the basement. The shelves had wobbled oddly, and when she investigated further, she found that they swung out from the wall. Behind the shelves was a hidden door! It looked like the shelves were actually designed to lock into place and only be released by pressing against a catch under one of the shelves, but that mechanism was broken - the shelves swung out easily when simply pulled.

Behind the door was the room she currently occupied. It appeared to have been built as an emergency shelter - it was connected to the home's electrical system, and had some large containers of water as well as other supplies. It apparently had not been used for quite some time. Shortly after she found it, Christie began fantasizing about how she could use the hidden place.

She cleaned it, removed the extraneous supplies, and put together the equipment with which it was now populated - the table, motor, computer system, and so on. Her engineering skills came in handy. She added some soundproofing to the room to limit the sound carrying to the rest of the house. Since she did not have a housemate, that generally wouldn't be a problem, but she wanted to be sure. Both her parents and Aunt Margaret had keys to her house as well as the code for the security system. They never stopped by unannounced, but still. She couldn't risk even the remote chance that one of them would stop by on a whim and hear strange noises coming from the basement. Although the door to the room locked from the inside, the lock was not that strong and would certainly not withstand much of an assault. Thus, it was important to avoid calling any attention to the hidden room. With the soundproofing in place, including a separate strip of material that she fitted under the door when she was inside, only a little sound carried into the basement, and none into the rest of the house.

Another glance at the monitor: 47:53

As she lay there trying to stay relaxed, Christie heard a beeping noise. She froze. It was her alarm system! It hadn't gone off, but the beeping indicated there was some issue, such as someone entering her house!! Trying not to panic, she remembered that she had set her system up so she'd be released once the alarm activated. Thank God!!! As soon as she was freed, she'd jump off the table, grab her clothes, and get dressed. She'd just stay put then. Once the alarm activated it would phone the police, so if it was a burglar, they'd deal with him!

The beeping stopped. What? It couldn't be her mother and father - they were out of town for the week. It couldn't be Aunt Margaret ... could it? She wouldn't just pop in unannounced. But she was the only other person who knew the access code! But why would her aunt be there?

Then a thought hit her: In her excitement, she hadn't locked the door to her secret room! Shit. But no need to panic, she told herself - she was the only one who knew about that room. She'd stay very still; she wouldn't make a sound. Her aunt, assuming it was her, would not find her and would leave. Although Christie's car was in the driveway, her aunt would just think she was out with friends once she had ascertained that she wasn't home. Even if the machine were to start up, which it wouldn't do for about three quarters of an hour, no one would hear it because of the soundproofing. Well ... as long as they weren't in the basement. Then, although the sound would be greatly muffled, it would still definitely be audible. But what were the odds that her aunt would be in the basement when it activated? She'd be fine. Just stay calm, she told herself. Don't panic.

She glanced from her position prone on the table back to the door directly behind her. Looking at it, it hit her. "Oh my God!!! Oh my GOD!!!!! NO!!!!! OH FUCK!!!! NONONO!!!!!!!!!!" The piece of soundproofing which she needed to put underneath the door was not in place! It was propped up against the wall aside of the door! Not only was this piece necessary for dampening the sound, it also blocked the light. She had been so wound up about setting up her spanking and finally fulfilling her fantasy that she had forgotten all about it! She knew from when she first set up the room that without that piece the bright light from inside the room glowed like a beacon under the door. It was clearly visible, even with the cellar lights on, because the lights in the secret room were so much brighter. Anyone in the basement would certainly see the light coming from under the shelves which hid the door to the room. The light would essentially be an arrow pointing right to the hidden door! "OH MY GOD!!! What can I do???" she thought, in frantic, blind panic. "If my aunt comes into the basement looking for me, she'll certainly see the light and will probably investigate!!"

There was no trick at all to the shelves - they required very little effort to swing open. With the door unlocked, there was a very good chance that her aunt would open it to investigate the source of the light and would be greeted by the sight of her niece, without a stitch on, bound to a table with a spanking machine ready for operation. Since the door was directly behind her, and with her legs spread, her aunt's very first view upon opening that door would be of her niece's bare bottom and exposed private parts. "NO NO NO. Oh my God please NO. I'll never do this again. PLEASE NO!!!!" She'd die of embarrassment if she were caught like this. She pulled frantically against her bonds, but to no avail. She had done a very good job setting this up. There was no way she could get out of it. She was completely vulnerable - if her aunt investigated, she was going to be embarrassed beyond belief.

The only thing she could do was to stay very still and not make a sound. It might not help, but it was her only available action. She would stay completely quiet and desperately hope that her aunt would leave.

She gave the monitor a quick glance: 44:39.

If by chance the machine were to start while her aunt was still in the house, there would be virtually no chance at all of escaping detection. Without the extra strip of material under the door, a good deal of noise, the paddle smacking against her bottom as well as any involuntary noises she made, would escape under the door.

Did she hear something? She was petrified. Maybe she just imagined it. In her current state that would be understandable. She stayed as still as a statue.

Again she thought she heard something. She was more sure of it this time. It wasn't very loud, but it had sounded like something just outside the room. She closed her eyes and barely breathed.

She heard the door open.

Silence.

The only sound was the quiet hum of the fan in her computer.

She felt a breeze against her naked flesh.

The door was open. She was on display, bare-bottomed, legs spread, for whoever was in the doorway.

She just wanted to die.

"Christina!!!"

It was her aunt's voice.

She was mortified.

"What on Earth??"

More silence.

"Christina - what IS this?"

She was totally defenseless. She knew full well her aunt was looking at her naked body, but she could do nothing about it. She wanted more than anything to cover herself, to at least close her legs, but that simply wasn't possible. She was at the mercy of the situation.

"What in heaven's name are you DOING?"

"please let me out"

Her voice was barely audible.

"What?"

"Please let me out. Please"

"Young lady - you have issues!"

"Please. Please. Please let me out"

"You have some explaining to do!"

"Please - for God's sake ..."

Her aunt came into the room, looked around, and spotted Christie's clothes lying on a table. She walked over and picked up her top. She looked for a few moments at the spanking implements dangling from hooks on the wall, then walked over to Christie and covered her bottom with the garment.

"Thank you," Christie whispered, and then started to cry.

Part 2

Aunt Margaret walked around the room, looking at the spanking machine, the computer, and the monitor screen (still counting down). She walked back to the corner of the room where the spanking implements were hanging and examined them more closely. She touched a couple of them, but didn't take any off their hooks.

She walked back to her niece.

"Christie, I want an explanation about all this."

"Please - just let me out of here." Christie was softly crying.

"I want an explanation first. For example, what happens when this countdown reaches zero." Although she had a pretty good idea what would happen, she wanted to make Christie tell her herself.

The last thing Christie wanted was to have to provide an explanation. She had already been humiliated beyond words. That would make it even worse.

"Please, I just want to get out. Please, Aunt Margaret, please turn it off."

Her aunt said, "Do you know why I came by? It was because of the argument. You really upset me, Christie. I wanted to talk to you about it. Some of the things you said to me!"

"I'm sorry."

"You'll forgive me if I don't necessarily buy that! I was expecting a call from you this past week, maybe even an apology. I know it takes two to argue, but you went way out of bounds. When I gave up waiting for a call, I thought I'd stop over and try to talk to you about it. I guess you're a little surprised to see me! While I wasn't surprised to see YOU, I'll have to admit that I didn't expect to see so MUCH of you!"

Christie started blushing furiously.

"I mean it, I want an explanation, starting with what happens when the timer reaches zero. On the other hand, it doesn't have that much longer to go. I guess we can simply wait and I'll see for myself!"

"No - please don't. I just want to get out."

"Well, you're not going to, not yet anyway. You put yourself into this. I'm not inclined to help you out until you cooperate with me a little."

Christie reluctantly told her. "When the countdown reaches zero, the machine turns on."

"And what does the machine do?" Her aunt was not going to let Christie off the hook. She wanted to make her niece give her an explanation, even though it was obviously quite embarrassing.

"Please, Aunt Margaret!!!"

"No - now you tell me - what does that machine do?"

"it hits me"

"It hits you? Where?"

Christie started crying harder.

Her aunt was having none of it. "Christie, I understand you're upset, but you're going to give me an explanation. Now - WHAT EXACTLY DOES THAT MACHINE DO?"

Sobbing. "It spanks me!!"

"And you want that???"

No answer.

"Christie - answer me."

Barely audible: "yes"

"And you put all this together yourself? This must have taken a great deal of work!"

"Yes"

"Well, if you put that much effort into it, you must REALLY want to be spanked."

No answer.

Her aunt, who was very familiar with computers, walked over to the computer system. "OK, now explain to me what this system does."

"NO!!!! JUST GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!!!!!" Christie immediately became silent. She hadn't meant for that outburst to happen.

Margaret said nothing for half a minute. Then she walked over to the corner where the spanking implements were hanging. She took a wooden paddle off its hook and walked back to the table. "You know what I should do, Christie? I should uncover your bare ass and paddle you until you can't sit down for a month. After some of the things you said to me, you'd certainly deserve it. Plus, apparently, it's what you really want!"

Christie was mortified. "Oh my God No! I'm sorry Aunt Margaret. Please - I'm very sorry!!"

Her aunt said nothing for a little while, then spoke again. "Well then, Christie, I want you to explain everything about this to me. In detail. Will you do that?"

"Yes, Aunt Margaret."

"All right then. Do you have any tissues in here?"

"There's a box in the top drawer." She nodded in the direction of the computer desk.

Her aunt got the tissues, used a few to gently wipe the tears off Christie's face, and then started talking again. "Now - first things first. Is there a way to pause the program without ending it?"

Christie didn't want to tell her - she just wanted to be released. But she didn't argue; she told her aunt what she wanted to know. Margaret walked over to the computer and followed Christie's instructions. The display stopped counting down and displayed 'Paused'.

"Now - start explaining. I want to know EVERYTHING."

Christie complied. She explained everything in detail, from the rope motors to the spanking machine. She explained how the computer controlled it all and how to view the details of the current program. She even had to reveal her very secret fantasy, to be spanked until she cried, to her aunt when Margaret noticed the name of the loaded program: 'spank_to_tears'. Christie now regretted having given it that obvious a name, but she never in a million years expected that someone else would see it. There was one aspect of the system, however, that Christie did NOT reveal to her aunt. There was no way she was going to tell her about THAT!!!

Her aunt read through the details of the program and saw that the commands were very straightforward. They simply involved telling the spanking machine when to turn on and at what intensity, when to turn off, and what to display on the monitor near the table on which her niece lay. It wasn't necessary to tell the locks holding the ropes when to release; they would unlock automatically when the program ended. Her aunt could program this system with no effort at all. Margaret felt that Christie had told her everything she wanted to know, and was getting ready to end the program and free her.

She was curious, though, what other programs Christie had written for the system, but she wasn't sure how to view them without exiting the running program first. So Christie's aunt asked her one last question: "How do you view other programs while this one's still running?" Christie remained silent. "I can't tell her that!" Christie thought.

Her aunt waited.

"Christie??"

Christie said nothing.

Margaret walked over to her. "You told me you would explain all this to me."

Christie didn't say a word.

Her aunt started to get annoyed. "Christie, you're starting to make me mad. You told me you would give me a complete explanation. So far you've done that. I don't understand what the problem is now."

Christie quietly said, "I'm sorry - I can't."

Margaret walked back to the computer. She was somewhat annoyed, but mainly she was puzzled. She could probably poke around on the computer and figure it out herself, but she wanted her niece to tell her. She thought to herself, "I was all ready to release her. But not now. I'm going to find out what in the world she's hiding." She considered getting the paddle again, but something told her that wouldn't be enough. Christie had gone from full cooperation to stonewalling. There had to be something that she desperately wanted to keep secret. Then she had an idea. "Not very nice," she thought, "but it will certainly force the issue!"

She walked back over to the table. She said nothing; she just looked at her niece. Christie, becoming very apprehensive, said, "Are you going to paddle me?"

Her aunt said simply, "No."

A few moments went by, and then Margaret said, "Young lady, you have two choices, and only two. You can either answer my questions or ..."

She paused briefly.

"... I'll uncover your bottom, take pictures of you from every angle, and email them to your mother along with a description of what you've been doing."

"Oh My God, Aunt Margaret, NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Your choice - I'm out of patience." Her aunt pulled out her phone.

"Oh My God - OK, OK - Please, I'll tell you anything!!!!!!!!!!"

"How do I view other programs on the system?"

Christie told her.

Margaret walked over to the computer, followed Christie's instructions, and started examining some of the other programs. There were a number of test programs, presumably used to get the system set up. She saw a couple of other spanking programs that sounded less severe than the one currently loaded, e.g. 'light_spanking' and 'mild_punishment'. Then she spotted one called 'triple_orgasm'. "CHRISTINA!!!!!!!!!" she exclaimed.

She looked back at the girl, who was blushing furiously. Every time Christie thought it wasn't possible for her to be any more humiliated than she had already been, she discovered she was mistaken.

Part 3

As Christie's aunt viewed the details of the newly discovered program, her eyes widened. The program contained commands for controlling a vibrator - starting it, stopping it, setting the intensity level, and even turning a warmer on and off. This program was more complex; it appeared to increase the vibration level gradually with time, up to a moderately high level. It also had commands for activating a warming element once a certain level of vibration was reached, presumably to provide some additional stimulation. There were no vibrator commands in the 'spank_to_tears' program, so Christie had apparently not been planning to use it during her paddling. As her aunt continued examining the program, still somewhat in shock, she found a command that turned the vibrator off when an orgasm occurred. "But how could the computer know when THAT has happened?" she wondered.

She walked over to Christie to ask her some questions about the additional capabilities. Christie, still blushing, looked like she was about to burst into tears again. Her aunt put her arm around her shoulders and gave her a little hug, saying, "Relax, Christie. I'll just ask you a couple more questions and then I'll stop." Christie calmed down a little.

Margaret didn't ask her for general information about the vibrator. Its purpose was obvious and she didn't want to embarrass her niece so much that she started crying again. But she couldn't help but to wonder how the computer knew when she had been "satisfied". She asked, "I don't understand how it knows when to turn the vibrator off. How could it know when, you know..."

Christie, not looking at her, quietly said, "there are sensors ... at various places ..." Her aunt was actually a little impressed. She hadn't realized that was even possible!

Margaret decided not to push any further. She told Christie, "I just have to think a moment." There had been a lot for her aunt to take in! She walked back to the computer and sat down. Thoughts raced through her mind. There was an idea trying to form, but it wasn't ready just yet. Margaret was fond of Christie even though she was still very hurt and upset about her niece's recent behavior toward her. As she sat there thinking, she realized Christie had become increasingly rude to her over the past several months. Prior to that, they used to get along so well! She wondered if it had to do with the system she had constructed.

She recalled some of the nasty things Christie said a week ago and some of the vicious names she had hurled at her. "And rather than apologizing or making any effort at all to smooth things over, she just came back to her 'pleasure machine'!" Her face became deep red with anger. Glancing over at the spanking implements hanging in the corner of the room, she thought, "I ought to wallop that girl's tail but good!!" She didn't act on these thoughts, however; she just continued thinking. Gradually she calmed down, although her ire remained boiling just beneath the surface. As she thought some more, she began to understand what had happened to her niece. She thought, "That girl's way too hung up on this thing! She's addicted to it!"

"I like Christie," she thought, "but she really does need some serious 'guidance'. She's just gone too far." She continued to ponder. The idea was still trying to manifest itself, but remained unorganized. "Maybe I should just unpause her program, uncover her bottom, and leave - then she'll get exactly what she programmed for herself."

"Somehow, though, that just doesn't seem enough," she thought. "Maybe I should adjust her program to make the spanking longer and more intense." Although her aunt felt that that would teach her a needed lesson, it didn't seem quite right, plus she was afraid her niece might never speak to her again. Then, the thought that had been struggling to form finally did so. Her aunt knew exactly what she would do. She needed some confirmation from her niece, though - she felt that her niece had to be at least somewhat accepting of it.

She walked back to the table. "Christie," she said, "I'm going to ask you just one more question, and I want you to be honest with me. Will you do that?"

"Yes."

"Now, just tell me the truth. Do you feel you deserve to be punished?"

After a brief delay, Christie said in a small voice, "yes."

Margaret said, "OK Christie, thank you for being honest. I won't bother you with any more questions. What I'd like to do is have a cup of coffee and think a little longer. I'll just make some in your kitchen, if that's OK, and then I'll be back down here shortly."

"ok"

Margaret left the room and went upstairs. She didn't make coffee, however. Instead, she headed quickly but quietly to Christie's bedroom, where her networked computer was located. It was already on, so she didn't need to wait for it to boot. She copied the 'spank_to_tears' program to one called 'spank_to_tears_2'. Working quickly, she made some changes to the program. When she was done, she looked over the program to make very sure she had it right. Then she went back down to the hidden room in the basement.

She walked over to the computer and sat down. She said to Christie, "Well, I just don't think it would be fair for me to release you after you've gone to all that trouble setting this up. It's just by chance that I showed up and interfered with your plans."

Christie said, "That's OK, it would be fair. You can let me go!"

Margaret told her, "No, you're going to have to go through what you originally planned. You certainly deserve some punishment. You've admitted that yourself! I don't think, though, that your program will be severe enough. Maybe I should adjust the program a bit - maybe raise the intensity from 5 to 6. From what you've told me, I think that level would be very effective - it would really teach you a lesson." Her aunt was just toying with her, trying to elicit a reaction; she already knew exactly what she was going to do.

Christie started to panic. "That would be too hard!! Please, just let me out!!!"

"OK, OK, calm down. I'm not going to let you out, but I won't make your program any more severe, either. Not unless you indicate that you want it to be." She looked intently at Christie when she said that.

Christie was uneasy, but didn't exactly know why. Her aunt went to the console and said, "I'm just going to restart your original program and then leave."

Christie started to protest. Margaret told her, "That's enough out of you, young lady. You've already told me you deserve to be punished."

Christie quieted down, realizing that arguing wouldn't do any good.

Her aunt set the computer to run the 'spank_to_tears_2' program that she had created while in Christie's bedroom. There was nothing on the monitor that Christie could see from the table to indicate that it wasn't her original 'spank_to_tears' program. Margaret then started the program running, removed the garment that had been covering her niece (eliciting a gasp from Christie), patted her on her bare bottom (eliciting another gasp), and said "Good luck!" Then she left.

Part 4

Christie resigned herself to her fate. Even with all that had just happened, she was right back at the starting point, with the monitor showing the countdown as two hours to go.

As the timer continued its countdown, she tried to relax - not the easiest thing to accomplish. As she lay there, she had to admit to herself that she really did need to be punished. She was very relieved, though, that her aunt hadn't carried through on her threat to turn the level up to 6. Four minutes of that really would have hurt! Her current program would already be quite hard enough!

She glanced at the monitor from time to time, frustrated that it was counting down so slowly. Realizing what will happen when it reaches zero, on the other hand, was she really in that much of a hurry? As she thought about the hard spanking she was going to get, likely hard enough to make her cry, she started to get butterflies in her stomach again. At the same time, some of the excitement she had been feeling before the "interruption" returned.

As those feelings built up, she heard a faint motor noise coming from near the center of the table. She then felt something press inside her crotch. It fit her perfectly; she could feel it pushing lightly against her clit. It started to hum. The vibrator! There was a piston under the center of the table that raised it from its starting position (slightly protruding from the table's padding) so that it was held gently, but firmly, against her most sensitive regions. But why did it activate? That wasn't part of the program!

A glance at the monitor showed 1:29:50.

"What's going on?" she wondered. The vibrations slowly got stronger. Although baffled, she was really getting hot. Those feelings overrode any concerns she had about why this was occurring. The vibrations continued to slowly increase, as did her state of arousal. She started to feel some additional warmth accompanying the vibrations. She was getting close. This felt like the exact sequence she had put into her 'triple_orgasm' program. It had taken some trial and error, but the end result had been a program that never failed to make her climax. She was moaning now - losing herself in the pleasure. Her moans got louder. She came, with waves of intense pleasure.

As the vibrations ceased and the vibrator retracted back into the table, she looked at the monitor. It was flashing 'Orgasm Detected' - a message she had included in her 'triple_orgasm' program. She smiled and thought, "How right you are!" She saw from the countdown that only a few minutes had gone by since the vibrator was first activated.

As she started to recover and become more relaxed again, the 'Orgasm Detected' message disappeared. Then another message was displayed in large, red letters: 'NAUGHTY GIRL!'

In a few moments, a flashing message appeared underneath: 'Penalty Invoked'. She was completely dumbfounded. As the realization came to her that her aunt had done this, her face flushed deeply with embarrassment. Then she started to worry - she didn't like the sound of the word 'penalty' which was flashing on the screen. About a minute went by, then some additional text was displayed at the bottom of the screen:


Penalty: 1 minute
Revised Program:
5 minutes at level 5


She remembered her aunt saying she wouldn't make the program any more severe "unless you indicate that you want it to be." She remembered her aunt looking at her with an odd expression when she said that. Apparently, her orgasm qualified as an indication of a desire for a more severe punishment!

She was sure the new program would make her cry, as it was now two minutes longer then the program she used a couple weeks ago. She was afraid the punishment would be too severe, but she couldn't do a thing about it. She was also worried that there might be further "tricks", but she sincerely hoped not! There was still a lot of time to go in the countdown (currently at 1:23:07) - plenty of time for other "events". She thought to herself that if by chance the vibrator activated again, she'd use her willpower to keep from coming. She certainly couldn't afford any more penalties! Her waiting bottom was already going to be spanked quite hard enough!

She watched the monitor as the timer continued to count down. She really couldn't relax; she was afraid of further program changes. After a seemingly interminable length of time, the counter reached 1:00:00 - an hour to go. She heard the sound of a motor again and felt the vibrator press against her. "FUCK!!!" she exclaimed. "I can't come!!"

As the vibrations increased, she started to get turned on. "Willpower!!" she said out loud. The vibrations grew stronger, then she felt warmth. "NO!!" she said. She was starting to lose the battle; she was getting very aroused. She started panting. "NOOOOoooooo ...." She tried to make herself feel concerned about getting another minute of spanking added in. Thinking about that just wasn't helping at all, though. She was feeling the pleasure, and lots of it, right now; the extra spanking she would get was something in the seemingly distant future.

Finally the intense pleasure overwhelmed her. "OHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!" ... she came. She just couldn't help it; the stimulation had felt so incredibly good. As the orgasm ended and the vibrator stopped and moved away, she looked at the monitor. Now that the pleasure had ended, she became nervous. As before, the monitor displayed the flashing message 'Orgasm Detected' ("yeah, I noticed," she thought dryly). That message disappeared. She held her breath. 'NAUGHTY GIRL!' appeared in large, red letters. "Oh No," she thought. Shortly thereafter, 'Penalty Invoked' was displayed beneath in flashing letters, just like the first time. "Oh Fuck ....."

After a little while, more text appeared:


Penalty: 1 minute plus 50% intensity 6
Revised Program:
3 minutes at level 5
3 minutes at level 6


"No, no, no!!" she thought. This was even worse than she had expected! It had added another minute and raised the intensity of half the program from level 5 to level 6. "That's too much!!"

She pulled hard against her bonds. She tried to move her butt. No avail. She was firmly bound and was not going to get out. Her bare bottom was fixed tightly in place, right in the target sights of the paddle. Was she ever going to get it!!!

Defeated, she stopped struggling. She thought about some of the things she had said to her aunt a week ago and about her behavior toward her even before that. "I guess I deserve this," she thought. But deserved or not, she didn't want it! Her spanking fantasy was one thing, but this would be a very real punishment. The more she thought, the more nervous she became. Two weeks ago, when she used the program which paddled her for three minutes at level 5, she had received 36 fairly hard smacks. That had been pretty severe. Now, she was going to get DOUBLE that - 72 smacks - and half of those would be even harder!!

The display continued counting down.

She lay there quietly, not struggling, but certainly not relaxed. With just under an hour to go, she feared there was going to be another encounter with the vibrator. She absolutely could NOT come again. She couldn't let the vibrator "defeat" her a third time!!! On the other hand, maybe there wouldn't be any more confrontations of that nature. Surely her aunt, when she changed the program, would have realized that the current settings would be quite severe enough. Surely she'd want to allow her niece to sit down again ... some day!

The countdown was taking forever.

She tried to avoid watching the monitor, but there just wasn't a whole lot else for her to do in her current situation. As the countdown finally went below forty minutes she really started to get apprehensive. Based on the times when the last two episodes occurred, if another one was to take place it would most likely be at 30:00.

Eventually, the timer went below 31:00. She tensed up. When it got to 30:10, she unconsciously held her breath. Finally, the countdown reached 30:00.

She heard the sound of a motor.

"FUCK!!!! I absolutely can NOT come!!!!!"

The vibrator pressed against her. She tried to lift herself away from it, but could not. It remained firmly in place as it began its gentle assault.

"NO - I will NOT COME"

The vibrations gradually increased. She was actually weathering it well, keeping her state of arousal in check.

She felt warmth permeating her nether regions. It was getting more difficult to maintain control. She had to though.

The vibrations continued to increase. She was in danger of again becoming overwhelmed by the stimulation. It felt so damned good! Despite her wishes, she was becoming more and more excited. She desperately wanted release; trying to worry about the punishment she'd get if she gave in and climaxed just wasn't helping - in fact, it was having the exact opposite effect. Thinking about being punished for coming was actually adding to her arousal! She knew full well that if she lost the battle, the additional punishment she'd get would not be exciting at all. But in her aroused state it just wasn't possible for her to worry about something that would happen later; right at the moment the idea that she'd be punished for being a naughty girl was getting her very hot! She had to think of something else! Very deliberately, she pushed all thoughts of punishment out of her mind.

She clenched her hands into fists. God, she wanted to come so badly! She held her breath. It was getting more difficult. She was getting no break at all from the vibrator! She continued the fight. She was not going to lose this one!

She looked around the room, desperate for a distraction. She looked at the monitor. Still counting down. She looked at the computer. Nothing interesting there. She looked over at the spanking machine. She thought about the paddle smacking her rear end. MISTAKE!!!!

Her control had been broken. Her thoughts turned back to being punished. She was a very naughty girl who deserved to have her bare bottom spanked long and hard. As lust overwhelmed her, a small voice deep in her subconscious tried to tell her that she'd regret it if she gave in. Her desires drowned the small voice out. She thought, "I'm a very bad girl. I should be spanked until I'm bawling like a baby." She started rubbing against the vibrator as much as her limited movement allowed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh ....... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH .... GGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD ........... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH .... MMMYYYY .... GGGGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDD ....." A powerful orgasm hit her. It took hold of her and wouldn't let go. It was as if she had walked through a doorway marked 'Pleasure', and the door closed behind her and wouldn't let her out again. The orgasm went on and on. Nothing but pure carnal ecstasy existed. It just wouldn't let up. It didn't stop until every last drop of sexual tension in her body had been completely drained. Only then did it release her.

Awestruck, she lay limply on the table. "Oh my God, that was incredible," she thought.

She couldn't help but to look at the monitor. She knew she should be worried about what she'd see, but she just wasn't - she was still feeling the aftereffects of her experience. The familiar 'Orgasm Detected' message was there. She kept watching. As she expected, the display changed to 'NAUGHTY GIRL!' and in a few moments the additional message 'Penalty invoked' was shown.

As she started returning to reality, though, she began to grow nervous. The worry which, just moments ago, she was not able to feel began to affect her. She watched the screen, now waiting anxiously. The messages remained there, taunting her. In a little while, some additional text appeared:


Penalty: 1 minute
Revised Program:
3 minutes at level 5
3 minutes at level 6
1 minute at level 10


She started reading the text. She saw the last line.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"IT CAN'T BE!!!!"

She read it again. The text refused to change. It continued saying 'level 10'.

"SHIT - I've got to get OUT of here!!!"

She remembered back to the one and only time she felt the paddle at that level. She had been fine tuning the system and running some tests, just lying unbound on the table. She tried some swats at all levels up to level 6. Then, for reasons she didn't understand, she skipped ahead to level 10. She set her test program to start in one minute, with a duration of five seconds - a single swat. She was just curious. She lay face down, naked, on the table and waited. She deliberately avoided looking at the monitor. That way she wouldn't know exactly when the smack would come - it would be a surprise.

It was a surprise all right! With a sound like a firecracker going off the paddle hit. She felt like she had sat on a nest of fire ants. She leaped off the table, holding her bottom. It had left a very impressive welt. It was days before the welt and the associated stinging went away ... and that was just from that one swat!

She couldn't even imagine what a dozen smacks like that would feel like. With the very first one, the fire ants would return, but this time there would be no leaping off the table and holding her bottom. The fire ants would remain there, waiting for many friends and neighbors to join in just a few seconds. And then, very shortly, even more would join!

She absolutely had to get free! She was frantic. She pulled hard against her bonds. If she could just get one of her arms loose. But again, her attempts were in vain. She was not getting off that table. No matter how much she wanted to get away, she was going to remain right where she was. Her naked bottom was going to get the worst spanking she ever dreamed of.

She looked at the display and saw it was continuing to count down. "Maybe Aunt Margaret will come in before it starts and halt the program," she thought. But she didn't really believe that.

She tried to escape one last time. There was just no way. She finally gave up and stopped struggling. With the equipment she used, she wasn't sure even a gorilla would have sufficient strength to get away. She had done some excellent work on her setup. She was shortly going to pay a high price for her success.

The display now showed less than ten minutes to go.

She continued watching the monitor for the last ten minutes. She was really starting to sweat, and not because she was too warm. Her apprehension grew. It was soon time.

The countdown reached the final minute. She watched the seconds tick away. Just moments now. She watched the final ten seconds disappear.

At last, the countdown reached its objective. Zero hour.

She heard the motor aside of the table go on, and tensed up. Shortly thereafter, she felt the first smack of the paddle against her bottom. It stung, but it wasn't all that bad. Her punishment had begun. The monitor showed how much of her punishment remained, conveniently both in terms of time and in number of swats:


Level 5: 2:54 / 35
Level 6: 3:00 / 36
Level 10: 1:00 / 12


At the moment, she was in familiar territory. As the spanking continued, the impacts of the paddle against her bottom actually felt good to her, despite being a little painful. Under other circumstances she'd be getting aroused. But even without the display, she was acutely aware that this was only the beginning. That realization never left her thoughts.

The first minute went by - a dozen swats. She was definitely starting to feel the effects now. As smack after smack was delivered her bottom was getting increasingly sore. The stinging and the heat were building up.

It was still not yet to the point where she would have been unable to deliver an equal amount of punishment by spanking herself. In fact, she had done so on more than one occasion in the past. As the spanking proceeded halfway through the second minute, however, that point was approaching.

Two minutes had now gone by. Were she spanking herself she would not have been able to continue. She was in no danger of crying yet, but she knew that tears were not too far off into the future. Even if the program she had started out with that day were running, she'd be near the point where she'd be regretting setting the paddling to be that severe. The fact that she was going to get much more than she originally planned made her very nervous indeed.

The spanking continued into the third minute. She was feeling an increasing desire to relocate her bottom. It was held in position quite securely, though, so no such displacement was going to occur. In fact, with the hump in the center of the table raising her backside up, her naked bottom seemed to continually invite the paddle to smack it. The paddle gleefully accepted the invitations.

The third minute ended, leaving her rear end quite sore. This was precisely the point she was at two weeks ago with the prior version of her program. The time for the second line of the program now began counting down. Harder swats were approaching:


Level 5: completed
Level 6: 2:59 / 36
Level 10: 1:00 / 12


A few seconds went by, and then SMACK. Ouch - that was definitely harder than what she'd been getting. Just a short delay, and then SMACK. Damn it, that hurt! SMACK. She was really getting it now. SMACK. Owww!! SMACK. Her eyes started to water. SMACK. She glanced up at the monitor:


Level 5: completed
Level 6: 2:27 / 30
Level 10: 1:00 / 12


SMACK. Fuck! SMACK. The paddle continued to ravish her tender bottom. She started wriggling her rear end from side to side as much as her bonds allowed in an effort to alleviate the stinging. To an observer, this would have appeared quite lewd.

SMACK. FuckFuckFuck. SMACK. She'd do anything, agree to anything, to get out of this. SMACK. Unfortunately for her, there was no one there whom she could convince to release her. Only her machine was present, and it had no intention of releasing her before it had dutifully carried out her discipline. SMACK.

Tears started falling now. She was one minute into the level 6 portion of her punishment. Since her original program wouldn't have been paddling her quite as hard that last minute, and would have been ending now, it wouldn't have been quite severe enough to make her cry. That deficiency had been more than remedied by the revisions made to her program, however. She still had a lot of punishment ahead of her.

SMACK. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, crying. SMACK. Christie desperately wished she was wearing something below her waist. Anything to soften the impacts. But there was no protection there at all. She was getting the full benefit of each and every swat. SMACK. She was starting to lose her self-control now, crying harder. SMACK.

By the time the second portion of the program had finally finished, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Her bottom really hurt. But as sore as it already was, it was about to get a good deal worse.

The display was updated to reflect the completion of the second part of the program. It was now ready to start the final phase, the part which Christie had been dreading:


Level 5: completed
Level 6: completed
Level 10: 1:00 / 12


"Here it comes ..." she thought.

***S***M***A***C***K***

Right at the center of her bottom. The sound alone would have made her jump, had she not been firmly bound to the table. The stinging was beyond description. She yelped loudly. As she was starting to fully feel the effects of that last swat, another was delivered.

***S***M***A***C***K***

This time, the impact was on the lower part of her bottom, right where it would rest on a chair. She tried to yank her bottom to the side, to get it out of the way. It remained right where it was, in perfect position for the next one.

***S***M***A***C***K***

The searing pain in her bottom drowned out all other thoughts.

***S***M***A***C***K***

Christie had now completely lost control. She was red-faced and bawling like a child.

***S***M***A***C***K***

She lost track of how many swats there had been. She was unable to focus on the monitor through her tears.

***S***M***A***C***K***

Every part of her bottom had had at least one of these very hard swats. Unfortunately for Christie, some portions were now being hit multiple times, with indescribable results.

***S***M***A***C***K***

That was the second time a hard swat hit the lower part of her cheeks. If she was offered a chair to sit down on in the near future, her bottom would definitely be insisting that she decline the invitation!

***S***M***A***C***K***

As she continued bawling like a baby, she knew in the back of her mind that the paddling wouldn't last much longer. Until the machine completed her sentence, however, she had to lie there and accept the punishment it was dispensing.

***S***M***A***C***K***

She wished she had been counting these; she had no idea how many were left. Surely there couldn't be many more! Maybe that had been the last one ...

***S***M***A***C***K***

It felt like every fire ant in the world was on her bottom, wanting to make sure she was properly disciplined.

***S***M***A***C***K***

Apparently, there were still a few thousand fire ants that hadn't joined the others yet. They did so now.

***S***M***A***C***K***

At last, the spanking stopped. Her crimson and purple bottom felt like it was on fire. The fact that the paddle was no longer in operation slowly registered. Gradually, her crying started to moderate a little. She looked at the monitor and saw it was now counting down the hour she had to lie there before she would be released. She urgently wanted to hold her bottom to try to quench the blazing inferno it had become. Unfortunately, she would not be allowed to do that yet; that was part of the punishment she programmed in herself.

As the countdown progressed, her crying continued to gradually subside. The stinging and burning in her rear end diminished just a little as well.

She slowly grew calmer as her waiting period moved through its second half. She was gently weeping now. The events of the day were a blur; she couldn't think about anything other than the pain in her bottom. She tried to settle down and relax as much as was possible under the circumstances.

Finally, the countdown ended; her forced wait was over. The locks released. She was free!

She removed the cuffs and bands that had been restraining her and slowly got off the table. She put her hands on her bottom to try to soothe it, but even her soft touch was painful. She walked slowly over to her clothes in the corner of the room. She tried to put her panties on, but it hurt too much when they brushed against her skin; she gave up and took them back off. She then put her top on and left the room, not even closing the door. She walked out into the basement and gingerly climbed the basement stairs. She wanted to get up to her bedroom, but there was no way to do that without passing several windows. Realizing she was exposed from the waist down, she crawled on her hands and knees, not knowing what else to do.

She got to her bedroom and lay face down on the bed. She didn't try to pull a blanket over her bottom; she just left it exposed. She lay like that until the next morning. She actually managed to sleep a little, and by morning felt slightly better.

She got out of bed and carefully washed herself. She still found it too painful to wear any panties. She put a robe on, wincing when it brushed against her rear end. She found that as long as she was careful she could wear the robe while she did things around the house. Sitting was still quite problematic, so most of the day was spent standing or lying on her stomach.

She again spent the night on her stomach with nothing covering her below the waist. She slept well this time, though, and felt considerably better in the morning. The next day, she wore her regular clothes. It hurt, but it wasn't unbearable. She still limited her sitting. When she did sit, she found that pillows were a big help.

Hesitantly, she called her aunt. She wasn't sure how the conversation would go. Surprisingly, though, she wasn't angry at her aunt at all. They talked for a while over the phone; her aunt wanted to come and visit her, but Christie was unsure. She would be embarrassed because it would be very obvious that she was still feeling the effects of her paddling. Margaret convinced her, however, that it would be OK, and came to her house.

When Margaret walked into the house, Christie just looked at her. All of a sudden she started crying and apologized to her aunt; Margaret held her until she calmed down. Christie hadn't planned to apologize - it just happened spontaneously.

They had dinner and talked for quite a while, covering a wide range of topics. For the entire evening there wasn't even a hint of an argument. When it came time for her aunt to leave, Margaret gave Christie a big hug.

As time went by, Christie and her aunt formed a strong friendship. Christie's rude behavior toward her stopped completely. Her aunt never told anyone about Christie's secret, for which Christie was very, very grateful.

It took a while, but Christie did eventually start to use her machine again. She made some additional modifications and improvements to it, but she didn't dwell on it like she had before.

One thing had changed, however. Her activities took place in a room that was no longer known only to her. Two people, Christie and her aunt, now knew of its existence. If Margaret would come over when she was occupied with her machine, she'd know exactly where Christie was. Christie wondered what her aunt would do if she caught her a second time?

The End