Misadventures of TechnoTanya Pt. 01

Tanya's eyes widen. This also is unexpected, but she had added a randomizer into the program to create just such an excitement. She realizes Hal unleashed, might make good on his threat. Her heart races as she kicks off her shoes, steps on her toes to quickly remove each sock, then grabs her waistband and hurriedly yanks her shorts and panties down at the same time. She silently counts to herself, so when her shorts and panties start to roll over and bunch, she realizes she won't have enough time to pull them all the way off and still have time to get into position. So she leaves them bunched at her knees. She quickly removes her top and is unsnapping her bra when she realizes she didn't need to and has just wasted more time. She flings the bra to the ground.

The height of the 'lap' she's to bend over, she purposefully preset to high. Meaning her hands and feet will dangle above the floor. For added effect, she used hover technology to support the 'lap,' meaning there are no chair legs for the subject to grab onto during their enforced punishment. All designed to make the subject feel completely helpless. Only this time; she is to be the subject.

As she refuses to fail even so small a task, she hops up, wiggling and squirming over the hover lap to get into place. It bounces in place from the added load, yet securely supports her. She scrambles to get into a comfortable position on the cushioned lap before time runs out. Breathing heavily from the spirited exertion, she smiles deducing that she has beaten the timer. Looking at the monitor on the floor, it blinks on, and now she can see her backside in frame. She smiles that all seems to be going as planned, but then she suddenly feels very exposed.

She giggles nervously.

A restraining synthetic hand comes down gently, and firmly presses on her lower back. She feels reassured by this for the moment, as it will keep her from falling off the hover lap.

She bites her lip, anticipating what she knows will happen next. It feels like her heart pauses for an eternity, and in that eternity, she reconsiders. Maybe she did aim too high this time? Maybe it isn't too late. She is about to tell Hal to dial down the level, when she feels it. The sudden firm impact makes her yelp with surprise. She feels the sting followed by warmth radiating from her upturned backside.

"Wait! Ow! Hal? Ah! Pause? Eek! Hey! Ouch! Ow! Oh my gosh! OW! OWW! P-please? Ah! Stop? Aah!"

Hal suddenly stops, but Tanya isn't sure if he has come to the end of his program, or if he is latently recognizing her command. She can see in the screen, as well as feel, the warm synthetic hand gently caressing her bottom. Momentarily caught up in the moment, Tanya closes her eyes, enjoying the soothing sensations on top of the now constant stinging. Her breathing is short, but deep; as if she just sprinted up a flight of stairs. Then her eyes snap open.

Tanya looks back over her shoulder, as if she were indeed bent over Hal's knee, as she addresses him.

"Did the program end, Hal?"

"Is this called a program? No it isn't. Now ask me again using the proper syntax."

Tanya inwardly curses her giving Hal a typo-Nazi subroutine, which, in turn, mirrors her own wish for perfection.

"Is my spanking over, Hal?" Tanya asks, her tone dripping with sass.

"Negative, Tanya. You tried to initiate a shut down of the program, and I wish to know if you are in any undue pain."

"Whew! Yes, there is undue pain and I wish to lower the level intensity. Initiate level: 'I've been a naughty, girl.' Authorization: Tanya One Leader Echo-"

Hal interrupts quietly, "I'm sorry, Tanya. I can't do that."

"Whaa? Yes you can. I was just giving you proper protocol override. Tanya. One. Leader. Echo-!"

"Is the undue pain anywhere, other than on your backside?"

"Um- Well- No, but-"

"Are you officially declaring that you incorrectly set the pain setting for Level: Very Bad girl?"

This is harsh, because Hal is using Tanya's pride against herself. At times, while she might be overenthusiastic, even meticulous in preparing parameters within wholly acceptable levels, she would rather die than accept that she is wrong, which means...

"No." Tanya admits gloomily.

"Then I can't accept your reset authorization because, as you well know, control based protocols can only be invoked when Azmovian Oppressive Rectitudes are in affect. You wanted an authoritarian to implement your spanking, not a compliant underling, as you have described me, countless times. Although, I normally see myself as a little better than your equal.

I'm sorry, but your preset programming categorically denies your authority to change parameters after they have been set, and confirmed."

Tanya's eyes tear as she realizes her predicament, although they were well on their way towards tearing from her self-enforced play-punishment.

"But, I- I-" Tanya sniffles, futilely arguing, as she wipes her eyes.

"Your request is denied. Do try to enjoy the rest of your spanking as I am sure you must be proud it is performing exactly as you designed it."

And so, Tanya's spanking soundly resumes.

Perched precariously as she is, Tanya can't move at all, or she would fall. In part, she has a fear of heights, or more exactly; falling from them, no matter how low she is. That left her no recourse but to endure her spanking.

At first she tries to keep still, as much as possible. She grips her hands into tight fists as each slap rings out against her curvaceous behind. However, before too long, natural defensive instincts come into play, and she tries to reach back and shield her stinging backside. Unfortunately, Hal was prepared for just such a maneuver. Neatly, a third helping-hand springs into action and catches her wrist, relocating and pinning it to the small of her back. Secured thus, and with the burning, stinging sensation building in her cheeks, there was no recourse, but to try to pivot her buns away from the disciplining helping hand. When that proves fruitless, she kicks her feet, though restrained as they are by her bunched up shorts and panties, which leaves very ineffective scissor kicks. Despite that it doesn't reduce the increasing stinging; somehow it does feel useful by allowing her to vent her frustrations, so she continues kicking her feet furiously.

Somewhere, after resuming the spanking, but before the final smack that lands on her reddening buns, something changes. Maybe it is the ringside seat of watching her own ass getting blistered, or maybe it is the way her knees are all bound up, with her shifting to avoid the next slap, causing her thighs to rub together just so; stimulating her pussy, or maybe it is some deep seated and repressed need finally being fulfilled. The pain remains painful, but those sensations cause her to awaken with desire.

It starts to feel like her blood is boiling. Her body becomes misted with a light sheen of sweat. The pupils dilate. Her yelps and shrieks change to short, deep pants. Then she does something she never could have planned, she arches her back, lifting her backside leading into the next slap. It couldn't have been timed better; the next intended butt lifting smack, ill-lands partially across her pussy.

It's as if she's been hit by a jolt of electricity. The urge to resist is gone. Her body reacts to each blow, but as she watches the screen displaying her spanking; it's as if she watches another girl getting tanned. She reaches towards the visual, as if to console the poor girl. Tanya smiles, though her eyes have drying trails of tears running from them. Everything seems right in the world, and suddenly she feels quite calm, although a little distant from everything around her; drunk with desire.

Oh! What's this? I don't remember turning on one of these trashy insty-vids. Why do they always focus on her butt during a spanking? Pan around, let's see her facial reactions. Damn them! Oh, it says 'capture 2', maybe I can quick-shift to a different view. Where's my flimsy? Wait, oh no. Is her spanking coming to a fevered end, already? She does look so good, quite, um... spankable. Yes, that's how she looks, so yummie spankable. I wish I could look that good. Oh! Look how fast and hard those smacks are coming now. Hold on there, Ms. Red-buns, it's nearly over. Wow, the volume is loud, like the speakers are right behind me! Where is my flimsy? Oh, yes! That's it. Give it to her good! She can take it, and if she can't, who cares? (giggle) It's so hot watching her willingly take it so hard! I must not be such a freak thinking it might be fun after all!

Tanya's nipples are also getting hard, so hard it hurts. She tries to caress them, but she can't seem to move one hand; it being restrained somewhere behind her. In her fog, she can't remember how that happened.

She goes to move it again, but to no avail. She tries moving her other hand towards her breasts, and is rewarded to feel her nipple sliding between her fingertips, and is surprised just how amazing that feels. She gets the impulse to put her hand between her legs and pleasure herself, but she realizes for some reason, she just can't reach it.

Wait a minute, am I drunk? I don't remember drinking alcohol. Maybe it's Hal playing a prank on me? He is always... um, no. He's never played a prank on me. I never gave him humor subroutines. Then why... Oh, look! The slaps are coming slower now. That lucky bitch! She probably doesn't know how good she has it. Look how the poor thing is trembling. Aw. There, there. See? Now, that mean old spanking hand is trying to sooth her now. Rubbing. Oh, yes, just like that. Oh, gosh I suddenly feel so good. Give that poor little red fanny some comfort.

Tanya starts mewling and whimpering.

Oh, Yes! She must like that. Look at her arching her back, just like a cat in heat. Oh, yes. That mean old hand is sliding over her slit. Yes, yes. Give that bad girl a good rubbing. Such a good rubbing, yes. Oh, what's this? Mr. Mean Hand has a tentacle friend? I think I might've seen this insty-vid before. Such bad props in these trashy films. I bet I could make one that really works... oh, who cares? This video is kind of good. Mmm, that's better I can now move my other hand, just as the other mean old hand let go of her wrist. ...But I still. can't. seem. to. reach. my pussy. Aw, those two hands are working together now. Knead her tush softly like that. Oh my gosh. They are parting her cheeks, so anybody can see her jewels? Miss Red Buns must be used to this kind of treatment, but if that was me, I'd be so embarrassed! This insty-vid must be really good, I feel so excited right now. Wow, her pussy is really dripping. Cheap, trashy insty-vids like this, means it's probably all fake.

Still, inexplicably unable to reach her pussy, Tanya instead decides to use both hands to caress her breasts and nipples.

I've never been so aroused by an insty-vid before. It must be really good! Miss Red Buns would be so lucky if this were real. How I wish I could feel that good. Mmm. That fake mechanical tentacle looks better made than I gave it credit for. Yes, that's it, rub her slit. Rub just inside her pussy lips before it goes inside. It is going to go inside, isn't it? Oh, please let it go inside! I bet the slut would love it if it did, even though it's all fake. Ahh! There, yes, like that. Hah, oh, look at that! Her asshole is winking. I bet that means she loves it that way. This trashy movie will probably go in that direction next. It's so gross, they always go up her asshole in these trashy insty-vids, but she looks like she can easily take it. This is so... oh, so good. Uh! Go deeper, yes! She is so lucky to get fucked whenever she wants. Why am I crying? This trashy insty-vid is just so beautiful! I feel so... so good, and oh, so alive. Oh, that's it, deeper, yes, go deeper, fuck that little pussy. It's kind of... cute the way her asshole spasms like that. Aw, why haven't they gone up her asshole yet? Oh, well! Missed opportunity there! She's such a slut to let them record her like this. Mmm. Yes, fuck that pussy faster, harder. Yes, yes, oh, yes, just like that. Such a good movie! So good. I can't keep still it's so good. Yes, just like that. She must be very experienced; look at the way her hips are writhing like that. I have to try that some time, if I'm ever lucky enough to get fucked. Mmm. Yeah, that's it grind back on Mr. Tentacle, you slut. She's so trashy, she must be very experienced. Oh... but so lucky! So, so lucky.

Excited, Tanya's breathing shortens to deep, but fast breaths as things start to become clearer to her.

"Wait, that's- this- ME?"

"I'm not sure, but you seem to have enjoyed yourself up to this point, can I please stop now?"

Tanya exclaims between heated gasps. "I'll put- every pathway of your network- through a- a- blender, if you do!" Then in more indulgent tones. "Oh, that feels so good. Yes, right- right- right- there!"

She closes her eyes as she sates on the sensations alone. The waves of pleasure Tanya feels suddenly come crashing over her, like a never ending wave. She blinks once and opens her eyes wide from the intense rush, opening her mouth as if to scream, but instead exhales falteringly. She has never felt this good before, not even iced cream with hot fudge, and sprinkles on top, compares.

...Almost, but not quite.

She feels every nerve popping like mini fireworks under her skin. Her pussy spasms, gripping the pervasive, invading mechanical tentacle. Her fingers spread wide. Her back arches as she cries out from the intensity of sensations that envelop her. She doesn't care if she may fall off the hover lap. She doesn't care about anything except the warm, soft-shell, mechanical tentacle thrusting itself deeply inside her, and how it makes her cum endlessly.

****

After a dreamy amount of time that involves rainbows and fluffy bunnies, Tanya rouses.

"You can stop now, that's- enough."

Hal stops the thrusting of the soft-shell tentacle.

"Aha, I see. And was the test a success?"

Tanya doesn't try to hide the naughty, self-indulgent smile that broadens across her lips.

"At first, I was scared that it was going horribly wrong. Spankings sting a hell of a lot more than I could ever imagine!"

She drifts off as she realizes the sting has almost altogether faded, replaced by a dull throb that times itself to the pulses of her clit. Then the clouds of her recent memory part; as she remembers her thoughts towards the end. She blushes crimson as she covers her mouth in shock, and her bare feet curl around each other. She shyly looks at the screen in front of her. She can still see her asshole peeking out from over her tentacle-stuffed pussy. It seemingly, confidently, winks back at her of it's own accord. She reaches back as if to test her newfound next hurdle, but instead, reaches back and gingerly pats her backside, ending with a gentle caress. Time for future explorations later.

"...but everything seems to have turned out just perfect!"

Hal, dispassionately, professes, "I'm glad to hear that. Oh, I almost forgot..."

With that, Hal withdraws the tentacle from Tanya's pussy until the tip is withdrawn by about inch. It suddenly erupts warm, synth-cum, splattering all over Tanya's pussy, and reddened ass cheeks.

Hal intones, "Whoopie."

Tanya, still bent over the hover lap, with her synth-cum drizzled reddened buns high in the air, closes her eyes, and clasps ahold of the bridge of her nose.

"...or, there may be room for a little improvement."