No

“Jen, don’t be stupid, you cannot take anymore!”

Your mind cleared enough to hear Diana’s plea this time. The feelings of pain and the helplessness are so intense that a command even from someone in no position to command you makes your hand move forward towards the button. You catch yourself and stop, however, with an effort you did not know you were capable of. Diana will have to suffer through her dozen but you will not let anything further happen to her if you can. “I’m fine!” you say and somehow you even manage a voice that does not relay fully what you are feeling. “No, you’re not...” Diana protests but she is interrupted by a crack of the paddle and your renewed scream.

The countdown has ended while you were fighting with yourself and you know you cannot take anymore. “Just one more stroke...” you tell yourself but when it lands and you have fought through the wave of agony you try to convince yourself you can take another one. Strangely, now the pain does not intensify much now as the punishment continues; the discomfort you are in now has reached a constant continuous level. Extra strokes will mean you will take longer to heal but all you know at the moment is that you can make yourself take the rest of the second third. You also lack to energy to thrash and fight now having mostly gone limp, just jerking when the paddle strikes.

“Jen, press it!!” Diana calls again over your wailing and all you can do is weakly shake your head in response. You dully wonder when will you be able to sit again; clearly it will not be any time soon.

“CRACKKK!!!” The machine delivers another blow and you do not realise it is the last. Your numbed buttocks quiver in anticipation of the next swat but instead a new mechanised voice (AutoSpankers apparently are programmed to sound slightly differently) starts a new countdown over Diana’ head. Or at least from her general direction. For a moment you are scared you pressed the button without realising it but your fingers are still tightly digging into the frame you are held on, as far away from the control as they can be.

“... commencing.” Amazingly, Diana stays quiet after the first and even the second cracks of the paddle on her upraised perfect behind. Even though you are hurting too much to feel anything remotely close to sexual excitement now, you visualise your lips on it, kissing the pain away. “Impressive...” you hear Mr Brown mutter, but whether he means you or Diana you are not sure.

After the third stroke Diana’s groan is audible and despite her obviously best effort she does break down when the pain becomes too much to handle. Her screams and sobs wrench your heart but at the same time a part of you wants to see what Mr Brown and Lorelei are now seeing. Your own pain is still pulsating through your body too, jerking your attention back to itself every time it starts to wander. Somehow you seem to be hurting even more now than you did under the paddle. “Almost there...” Mr Brown says after Diana lets out the loudest scream so far.

This part of your ordeal, at least, seems to be coming to an end.