Lorelei gets her sentence too

After the last crack echoes through the cavernous room relative silence falls, disturbed only by Diana's hysterical sobbing and subdued by now yours. Mr Brown tells Lorelei to undo the restraints and she moves to obey, making a show as moves, turns, and bends around the two AutoSpankers. You can only see a fraction of it but Mr Brown's view is no doubt richer. Admittedly, you struggle to imagine how his preference for any views of female shapes can be unsatisfied in his position in your world, but his look is very appreciative and attentive nonetheless.

Only when the tall redhead beauty unfastens the straps you realise there are harsh and rather painful marks on your wrists. You were completely unaware of them before you saw them, your bottom consuming your attention entirely. There is some pain around your ankles too now that you try to get a feeling of the rest of your body. Running self-diagnostics, almost. The main problem of course is very painfully apparent, but despite the harsh beating (or maybe thanks to it) you feel very sharp, very alive. This universe certainly keeps a girl on her toes. Sometimes literally you would guess from looking at the whipping posts.

Neither you nor Diana get up even after the bonds are loosened until Mr Brown tells you to do so. Every small movement causes fresh waves of agony as you both climb off the evil machines and walk to stand side by side on shaking legs. Simultaneously you turn to one another and smile weakly, and then more brightly as the happy feeling spreads through you. "I would normally have you with your noses in the corner for the rest of your punishment before you sit down to complete the paperwork..." Mr Brown begins, seemingly obvious to the shock caused by the prospect of sitting down "... but since we have a willing guest here today I believe we can make an exception."

For the first time the willing guest's look changes from excited and admiring to something closer to nervous. "You seem to be quite willing to show yourself in the best light, Ms Hart?" Mr Brown addresses her directly this time. Lorelei is visibly flushed now, it took her no time at all to reach the colour of a particularly beautiful sunset. "Um... Sir... I just think... I believe... I should always make myself as presentable as... Sorry if it was wrong... Sir... I'm not doing this for myself, I just think men deserve to see the best of me..." The young woman is clearly torn between not wanting to speak in contradiction and allowing the wrong image of her to persist. Mr Brown lets her stutter for a while and you have to admit in his position you would have enjoyed such a response too. "Men would normally appreciate the view." he acknowledges and adds with a nod in your and your date's general direction: "... and some women doubtlessly too." The tone is mild but it is quite obvious for all present that having the spanker agree with you does not even remotely mean being out of trouble. Indeed, trouble is just starting for Lorelei.

"You are most welcome to present yourself as you deserve to be seen, but this is a professional setting and I needed you to get the job done, not to flaunt yourself and make me wonder how did your attire not get you spanked the moment you set foot outside your bedroom. As you insist, however, that you are perfectly in control of your own responses and this is for others' benefit only, I will give you a chance to prove that... in combination with attending to your presentation." You are not too sure what to make of this, and neither are the other ladies. Proving being in control in combination with punishment..? In confused silence Mr Brown steps towards the nearest AutoSpanker frame and reaches into one of its drawers. A moment later he takes out an add-on to the frame with a phallic shape attached to a motorised shaft; a few clicks of clips coming into place later, the AutoSpanker is a fucking machine as well as a spank bot.

A vague understanding starts to come forth, but still none of you ladies seem to have a clear picture of what will happen to Lorelei. Mr Brown walks back to his desk and produces a few large safety pins from a little box; with these in hand he proceeds to lift up and then secure in the revealing position both the skirt and the top of the tall girl. She stands still, allowing him to do so, trying not to let her face betray the fear and apprehension doubtlessly boiling inside of her. The sight now open to you even takes your mind off your pain somewhat; Lorelei’s boobs are the biggest you have seen this up close (and incomparably larger than those you see in the mirror) and you have a feeling the view will only get better from now on. A sore bottom is a good price to pay for living in this world.

“This is what will happen...” Mr Brown starts talking again. “As the two ladies before you, you will have access to a switch once you are strapped in on the machine. Only in your case, the switch will change the active mechanism on your bot between the spanker and the penetrator. You will spend a fixed period of time on the machine getting either paddled or penetrated; you can change between the two modes up to every ninety seconds. It would be worth pointing out that at no point are you allowed to climax - the cuffs and the dildo both have specialist sensors and you can trust me when I say you do not want to find out what happens when the indicator on the frame goes red”.

As the understanding of the situation Lorelei will be in for an unknown but doubtlessly far-too-long-from-where-she-stands (on bends) time starts to sink in, all hearts in the room start to beat faster. Some in horror, others in anticipation. With a bit of horror thrown in. You struggle to imagine how can one choose between inflicting even more pain on one’s already tortured backside and being fucked further when already on the edge you cannot risk to go over. Mr Brown calmly lubricates the dildo and steps back.

“Get on and ask the ladies to fasten the belts. I will attend to the programming.”