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.
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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.
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.
Repost - Story: Christina's Fantasy Part 3
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.
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.