Zoe Loses Control

“It’s been 22 hours and 4 minutes since your last run of required distance. Run now to avoid punishment!”

Zoe was jolted awake by the harsh synthetic voice echoing from her wrist, buried under her pillow. The red-head groaned audibly, squeezing her eyes shut tighter as she tried to ignore it and get back to sleep – she was sick of these wake ups… wait…

Zoe’s heart stuttered as her mind tried to keep up with itself, being pulled unwillingly from the depths of sleep…

... I didn’t press the button

Gloomily the red-head rolled over in her sheets, bringing her wrist up to her face, blinking in the darkness. The light on the wrist strap was red.

Zoe blinked back the sleep – huh…?

Absentmindedly she ran the fingers of her other hand around the outside of the face to the button… only to find it wasn’t there.

“W-w-wait…”

Zoe sat up; her fingers now frantically running over the bevel where the button should’ve been, trying to work out if she’d pushed it in somehow and it had gotten stuck. But the strap was smooth, seamless, as though the button had never been there in the first place.

Without her doing anything, the synthetic voice spoke up again, “Run now to avoid punishment!”

Avoid… what…?

Zoe was too dazed for this – her mind was frantically trying to piece together too many pieces of information at once, straight from sleep, in the dark. All of it scared her.

Why is it so dark?

She glanced at her bedside clock… 5 am…

She whimpered.

Zoe’s heart was beating faster now – the confidence and control she’d had the day before was rapidly shattering. Something was very wrong… without the button how was she supposed to-

She didn’t get a chance to even finish the thought before a flash of white hot burning pain erupted across her left ass cheek.

Zoe yelped, howling in shock and pain, jumping up and out of bed, her hands immediately clutching at her ass protectively. It stung, bad, a white hot line across her cheek.

If she hadn’t been awake before the pain kick-started her mind she didn’t have a choice now.

The red-head stumbled across her room, looking back at her bed in horror. Her eyes trying to focus on the source in the dark…

She felt like she’d been struck with a cane…

Dazed, scared, confused, Zoe backed into the corner of her room, pressing her ass into the corner defensively, “p-p-please… I don’t-YYAAAHH!”

Another strike across her other ass cheek – it was completely impossible for anything to have hit her and yet the pain felt real. They were harsh and hard, feeling blisteringly sudden and hot and the girl whimpered running her fingers over the tender skin.

“It’s been 22 hours and 6 minutes since your last run of required distance. Run now to avoid punishment!”

The synthetic woman’s voice from the speaker barked again and Zoe did the only thing her addled mind could think of.

Run

She scurried to her dresser to grab her clothes, only for another strike of the cane to whip across her ass, making her stumble and squeal; the time between the strikes felt like it was getting shorter. If they would just stop for a moment so she could think…

Now in full on panic, Zoe abandoned everything but her shoes, grabbing them and scurrying from the room. For a moment at the top of the stairs the red-head looked forlornly down the hall towards Katie's closed bedroom door, she opened her mouth to shout for help - but what could she say?

Help my magic fitbit is whipping me?

Zoe's mouth could only open and close in useless desperation as she felt panicked tears form in her eyes.

I don't want this anymore... I don't want this anymore...

She hammered it down the stairs, hopping one foot and then the other into her shoes.

Dressed in only her running shoes, and the t-shirt and cotton high waisted shorts she’d slept in, Zoe caught sight of her forlorn, terrified expression in the hallway mirror. With a whimper, she threw open the front door and took off running into the early dawn...