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前注：
翻译完第一篇之后似乎更加熟练了呢^^。（其实是因为这一篇只有前一篇的一半好不好…← ←）
这里奉上第二篇，故事的第三十部分。文章里所有我的吐槽都用红色标出了，不喜欢看的读者可以跳过~至于内容就不剧透了，各位读者自己看吧~
SARS恳请各位能在看完后，觉得好的话就在评论里顶一个，你们的支持是我翻译的动力！如果有任何的批评或者建议请一并不吝提出，我会记下来并且在下一篇翻译中合理地改进~
预告：
近期内准备翻译第三十一部分，和第三十部分是承接关系，请读者们拭目以待吧~
PS.一定要阅读前面的警告部分，不读的后果自负啊…
以上
dzxsars
背景：这篇故事被设定在28世纪。返老还童技术被广泛地应用，并且不仅仅应用在延长人类的寿命，还作为一种针对犯罪行为的惩罚手段。美乐蒂是一个五十岁的女子，因挪用公款被判三个周期的六岁到十二岁还童惩罚。像其他的罪犯一样，她正在“SP父母”的监护下度过她的第一个周期。“SP父母”是经授权监控返老还童罪犯的，并且官方鼓励他们“尽可能多”地打那些小正太和萝莉的屁股（她的生活也是这么度过的）。
警告：这篇故事中涉及到的打屁股惩罚和那种轻度合理的惩罚完全不同。惩罚内容可能涉及虐待。但这是故事情节的需要。如果你对这种内容感到不适，我建议你不要看了赶紧右上角~
警告——警告——警告——警告——警告——警告——警告——警告——警告——警告
上面警告内容的拓展：这篇故事对于我来说是一个存在已久的噩梦。它真的非常极端。如果你会轻易地对极端严厉的惩罚感到不适，别读它了。你已经被警告了哦！！（作者就是说出了事不关他╮(╯_╰)╭）
——Lurking Dragon
【他说的是真的。它非常的令人不适，但确实推动了故事情节的发展。——Laura】
——dzxsars译
流散
2748年九月三十号（翻译日期：2014年一月二十三日）
美乐蒂故事集第三十部分
在美乐蒂小时候，流散日一直是美乐蒂最喜欢的假日。也许是因为它根本就不被算作一个节日，因为孩子们事实上还得去上学。但它还是很美妙。按照传统，在当天几乎行星上的每个孩子都会参加一个特别的实地考察旅行。
流散日是为了庆祝光子飞行器第一次超光速飞行而设立的。那一天地球上的舰艇第一次打破了光速的壁垒。它是一个用多种方式庆祝科技进步的节日。在那美妙的一天，学校几乎是空的，因为所有的学生都去参观博物馆，博览会和陈列馆了。（好吧，历史上的流散是和犹太人有关的，有兴趣的童鞋可以去查一下。）
有时候，大一些的孩子甚至会被带到另一个城市去度过节日的夜晚，当然，这是一次被严密监督的旅程。
流散日一直是美乐蒂的最爱。
但这不会再一次发生了。对于所有正常的孩子来说它是个伟大的节日，而对于还童罪犯来说，流散日是特别恐怖和糟糕的一天。它对于“处于柔软”的还童罪犯来说已经足够糟糕了。当所有其他正常的孩子在外出探险的时候，那些无助的时光旅行者会被集中起来，坐在他们学校图书馆的巨大会堂里。与科技有关的项目会被分配给他们，在当天以小组的形式去完成。只是与寻常不同的是，小组分配是与年龄无关的。六七岁的一年级孩子们可能会和十二三岁的七年级孩子们在同一个队伍里，做同一个项目。
（注意——在2748年，返老还童者只有两种学校可以选择。它们是初级和高级学校。初级学校接收一到七年级的学生，高级学校接收八到十二年级的学生。这种划分方式的主要原因是，大多数的还童罪犯会在初级学校中接受惩罚。剩下的返老还童者（诸如医疗还童者）会在高级学校中学习。而幼儿园系统（针对正常的孩子）和返老还童学校体统几乎是完全分离的，除了因一些特殊的缘由会有有限的交叠。幼儿园系统包含三个学校等级，和平常一样，小中大班。）
“坚硬”的还童者（就是比较坏的孩子么？笑）“庆祝”科技的方式就迥然不同了。美乐蒂了解到，她这一天最坏的情况是遭遇到一台“打屁股大师3000”。它是已开发的最新同时也是最复杂的惩罚用机器。这些机器在地球上并不怎么经常使用，因为地球上有足够多的人口愿意成为监护者，照顾同时惩罚这些还童罪犯。但在一些外殖民地上，它们非常地受欢迎。它们在那儿被用来惩罚某些共享一个母亲或父亲的、十五至二十岁的还童罪犯。因为大多数人们更喜欢养育他们自己的孩子，而不是还童罪犯。某些殖民地上甚至要求监护人持有教养执照。
但是几千台机器仍被保存在地球上，在流散日的前一天被卡车运到所有还童罪犯学校的操场上。它们被准备用来彻底、完全、无情地惩罚所有可怜的“坚硬”的小还童者，完全毁掉他们本来美好的一天。
美乐蒂在八点钟照常来到她的教室。当她坐到她的座位上时，她课桌上的交互界面升起了，通知她今天的安排是和第一组的其他孩子一起，在八点三十分与1247号“打屁股大师3000”会面。在时间到之前，她应该开始完成她的任务了。
她的任务非常简单。拿起触摸笔在交互界面上写“我会做一个乖女孩。”三百次。由于美乐蒂还处在恢复书写技能的阶段，这份任务显得又痛苦又无聊。但是她安安分分地开始了她的任务。在她的课桌提醒她应该去操场接受惩罚的时候，她已经写了超过五十行了。
鲜亮的蓝绿色隔间在操场上排成一行。美乐蒂很快注意到它们是按顺序排列的，并找到了第1247号展台。虽然有几个隔间已经在使用中了，但是小美听不见任何声音；隔音防护是那么的好。美乐蒂把老师给她的芯片插进机器里，门打开了。顺着队伍她看见了加勒特夫人，校长助理。她顺着队伍走来走去，仔细地巡查着。美乐蒂叹了一口气，进入了隔间。
她身后的门随即锁上了。“请脱掉所有的衣物并把它们放在门旁的容器里。”机械的声音听起来又无情又死气沉沉的。美乐蒂抽噎了一下，将手伸到脖子后面解开了她深蓝色的连衣裙。拉开拉链以后，连衣裙很快滑落，然后被小美整齐地挂了起来。接下来是她白色光滑的女式衬衫。鞋子，袜子，然后最后（也是最不情愿的）白色内裤也被折叠好放在一边。
“嘀。很好。站在仪器仪表盘正前方。请确保所有的指示灯都变成绿色。”
美乐蒂走到了发着光的仪表盘前面。她的胸口正前方有一个填充了衬垫的支撑物。在她的注视下，它缓缓降低到她臀部的高度。她往前移动，小腹与那个装了衬垫的东西贴得紧紧的。这时，支撑物旁边的指示灯变成了绿色。
美乐蒂一抬头，看见两片呈环状、大概一英寸厚并且加了衬垫的布带。它们显然是被设计来限制她的小手的。她将双手举过头顶伸进了布料中。她手腕旁本来松弛的带子慢慢地收紧，直到把她的双手固定得牢牢的。然后美乐蒂发现她的腿正被一股力量轻柔而又坚决地强行分开。小美向下一瞥，看见新的布带正在牵引她的脚踝到固定的位置。
现在所有的指示灯都是绿色的了。美乐蒂摆好了姿势，后方两根装着衬垫的带状物将她牢牢地锁在了这个位置上。有一条穿过她膝盖后方的空档，另一条跨过她的下背部。随着它们将小美牢牢地固定在了填充了东西的墙上，墙自身也开始向前移动了。它的中间开始弯曲，上面的那根带状物迫使她俯身下去，而身下装了衬垫的支撑物不断地上下调整着。几秒钟之后，美乐蒂发现自己趴得刚刚好，处在一个极度暴露的姿势，这为她的机械化惩罚做好了准备。
她现在正以大字形躺在一块填充了东西的表面上，头和腿都与地面呈大角度向下。但是在她的膝盖以下，桌子升了起来，迫使她的膝盖弯曲了一些。美乐蒂知道这是为了强迫她的屁股在被击打时处于放松状态。膝盖和背部的束缚带让美乐蒂丝毫动弹不得。她身下的支撑物事实上将她的屁股顶起来并离开了桌面，使得她的屁股向上翘，同时使所有柔软的肉都被暴露了出来，以便接受惩罚。事实上，甚至连屁股和大腿间最柔软的连接处，和一部分柔软的大腿也完全暴露了。它们显得那么的无助和脆弱。
美乐蒂只是大体知道她将要面对的是什么。应该会有三顿打屁股要挨，一顿是用一块坚硬的木桨，一顿是用一块表面有弹性的木桨，还有一顿是可怕的藤条。由于她仅仅只有六岁，她觉得硬木桨应该挨起来像她自己的木桨一样，有弹性的木桨她不是很确定，但是藤条一定会很像她复活节时候挨的托儿所级别的藤条。美乐蒂已经被告知，她将要挨十到二十下左右藤条的抽打，二十到三十下硬木桨，以及三十到五十下弹性木桨。拍打的确切数字则是由打屁股机器随机决定的。
这次惩罚最糟糕的地方就是它的公正性。没有父母来安慰可怜的小小受害者。在惩罚的途中更不要妄想祈求怜悯的机会了。（虽然它在父母面前也从来没奏效过…）小美面对的只有机器惩罚带来的痛楚。
另一点残酷的地方就是随机性；没人知道机器到底会以怎样的顺序执行惩罚。大一点的和第二或三周期的孩子们告诉美乐蒂，最先挨弹性木桨，接着是硬木桨，最后挨藤条是“最好的”。最坏的可能组合就是硬木板在第一个，因为它造成的痛苦会在屁股最深处燃烧，然后挨藤条，它会留下可怕的鞭痕，最后是弹性的木桨，它会在你屁股挨了这么多打以后送来难熬的“支援”。
不管想什么，现在机器马上要开始了。显示屏开启了，上面展现的是美乐蒂屁股的实时情况，她必须要看着自己的屁股挨每一下重重的拍打。“嘀。美乐蒂约翰逊。犯人编号253322455。十二岁。计算惩罚中……”
“哈？十二岁？？嘿！我只有六岁啊！嘿你这破机器！！”但是机器的程序设定使它无视了处罚目标说的任何话。另外一个小屏幕亮了起来，给出了美乐蒂将要受到的惩罚。同时，机械的声音在房间里响起。
“第一部分：一百六十下14号硬木桨。做好准备！！”
在主屏幕上，一根机械臂正在缓缓地降下，把一块巨大的长方形木桨放在了美乐蒂的光屁股上。它至少有四十厘米长…并且在整块表面上分布着直径一点五厘米的圆孔。“不呜呜！那是一块大黄蜂——木桨！！我的年龄这么小，怎么可能受得了这个！！不呜呜呜！”但是机器显然没听见美乐蒂的辩解。当然，小美说的挺对的。大黄蜂木桨被设计用来打出一个严重受损，长满水泡的屁股，美乐蒂的年纪远受不了这样的惩罚。
一定是哪里出了问题。
木桨开始啪…啪…啪…啪地打到美乐蒂的光屁股上，每几秒钟一下。
美乐蒂在挨第一下拍打带来的剧烈的燃烧般的刺痛时就差点喘不过气来。没有任何东西能打得那么疼！！她不可能受得了！！
第二下更糟糕了。
第三下已经让小美无法忍受了。
但是美乐蒂没有任何选择，只能忍受。
当第四下狠狠地打在她毫无防御的屁股上时，美乐蒂尖叫起来。
十下拍打后，所有她能做的就是用尽力气哭号了。她从来没有感受过这么强烈的疼痛。这十下甚至让她觉得圣诞节挨的可怕的藤条其实根本不算什么。
“我的屁股！….我的屁股！！…..哦上帝啊我的屁股！！！！！”很快美乐蒂失去了正常思考的能力，她只是简单地沉浸在一片沼泽里，里面充满了她无法承受的痛楚。她哭泣。她嚎叫。她的泪水如溪流般汩汩流下，鼻涕顺着脸颊飞淌。这疼痛简直是无法想象的；它完完全全是折磨。美乐蒂放弃了所有的希望，只诚恳地祈求能马上死去。她的胃受到了震动非常不舒服，这让她恶心并且开始呕吐。但可怕的木桨依旧一下接着一下重重地拍打着。
木桨忠实地进行着它的使命，可怖的白色水泡开始出现在美乐蒂的光屁股和大腿上，甚至连臀腿交界处也有。电脑的扫描仪观察到了这个情况，开始注意扩展拍打面积，使水泡分布地更加均匀。机器不再满足于在每一个“打屁股点”上制造水泡了，电脑无情地将木桨挥向各处，使得美乐蒂屁股、大腿甚至臀腿交界处的的整个表面布满了刺痛无比的大水泡。
终于折磨结束了。美乐蒂还在尖叫，但是已经意识有点模糊了。她还没来得及听到电脑冷淡的声音说道：
“第二部分：八十下刑罚藤条。做好准备！！”
第一下抽打完全让美乐蒂惊呆了。它呼啸着完整地跨过了她的光屁股，一鞭打破了六七个白色的水泡。小美的尖叫声几乎是原来的两倍响。她连呼吸都非常的困难。在她的念头里只剩下可怕的，令人昏厥的，难以忍受的剧痛了。她失声痛哭。由于她的心率过快，血压如火箭般飙升，她的脸呈现骇人的红色。
在第二十七下藤鞭过后，小美又一次呕吐了，并且这一次，她的喉咙被呕吐物堵塞了。她的鼻孔无助地翕动着，美乐蒂开始窒息，饶是如此机器仍然持续着鞭打。
最终，在三十二下残忍的重藤鞭后，机器意识到有些不对劲。它不能弄明白为什么；它自始至终严格地按照程序执行惩罚，但是惩罚目标绝对正处于呼吸困难。目标的窒息强迫机器暂停行刑，以等待目标能够恢复呼吸。1247号“打屁股大师3000”停止了对美乐蒂的惩罚，开始了为期三十秒的等待。
结果三十秒后美乐蒂连呼吸或是移动的尝试都没有。机器注意到了这点，给出了相关的外部警告，同时点亮了它的“需要助手”指示灯。
加勒特夫人在看到那盏指示灯的时候非常震惊。这些器械应该是十分安全的；她从未看见过紧急事故指示灯亮起。她飞奔到隔间旁使用她的管理员钥匙打开了隔间的门。
在隔间里，映入她眼帘的是一幅托尔克马达的地牢般的场景。（托尔克马达是古代西班牙处死异端分子的宗教裁判官，有兴趣可以问度娘）一个娇小的孩子被一台可怕的机器的机械手牢牢地固定住。一根很长，同时鲜血淋漓的藤条悬挂在一根机械臂上，摇晃着。旁边的一个槽里放着一块沾着血液的木桨。它正在被化学药剂喷雾清洗着。至于小美的屁股…
她的屁股自是不必说了。（感觉作者都写不下去了…）
这孩子竟然不在呼吸。她软绵绵地趴在那儿；看上去没有了生气。加勒特摁下紧急事故按钮，所有的束缚被瞬间解除了。她轻柔地把美乐蒂翻过来，尝试嘴对嘴地清理小美的口腔和咽喉，同时急忙摁下自己腰带上的紧急呼叫按键。
“紧急情况！紧急情况！请马上派一辆救护车到Assville初级学校来！！请派出全体医疗支持队伍，携带全副设备。这里有一个打屁股大师造成的重伤患并且她已经停止了呼吸。尽快！！！立刻马上！！！”
在她上次返老还童成为一名教师之前，加勒特夫人在联盟空间陆战队中呆了四十年。二十年的时光没有抹去一点她过去的反应能力。她把美乐蒂从机器里抱出来，平放在地上。随后，她立即开始了嘴对嘴的自救，尽管美乐蒂的脉搏很微弱。当小美的喉咙被清理干净后，她仍在没有呼吸的迹象。
加勒特没有放弃，她坚持着急救工作，直到救护车的到来。当小美的心脏停跳时，引起了又一阵恐慌。在最糟糕的时候，内科急救专家都已经开始考虑要不要使用紧急还童系统来复活小美，但这会让可怜的美乐蒂回到三岁。万幸的是，扫描仪显示出她的问题是轻微的颅内出血；技术人员很快使用神经连接器（无力吐槽…）治疗了她。治疗工作完成后，美乐蒂的心脏和脑波都缓缓回升到了正常的水平，呼吸和心跳也恢复了。她甚至显露出一丝恢复意识清醒过来的迹象。
“让她继续睡着吧。”加勒特夫人用一种不容置喙的口吻说道。“这是我的权力。在这件事发生后…直到机器被修好之前我都不希望她醒过来。现在带她离开这儿吧。我会通知她的家长的。”
当美乐蒂被送进救护车里时，加勒特夫人眼中闪过了一个当年连陆战队员都害怕的眼神。这孩子不就是去年和修正会的那个家伙起冲突的那个么？肯定是。这就代表着这可能根本就不是一场事故。想到这儿，她走向“打屁股大师”的背面，拔出了主电缆——虽然没有任何连接头。然后她很快卸下了写着“仅限保修人员”的面板，拔出了主存和处理单元。如果有任何证据的话，她敢保证证据一定就在里面。（很不幸，除非到了2748年电脑不用冯氏结构了，否则你的内存和CPU还是掉电易失的…你应该拿硬盘2333）
然后她打电话给办公室，向他们说明发生了什么，并且“建议”他们终止一切正在运行的“大屁股大师”，因为那些机器可能都受到了侵害。接着她和警方以及法院的计算机团队取得了联系，召集他们来学校处理后续事务。
现在。
有史以来，不，是有记忆以来的第一次，流散日打屁股改为由持着木桨和鞭子的人手来执行。令人刺痛的拍打同样毫不留情地在光屁股上响起。那些少数正在“打屁股大师”里接受惩罚的幸运儿被直接送回了家，由他们的家长和医生经行检查。其他的机器由“打屁股大师”公司的技术人员安静地完成了拆卸。
而一支法院派来的队伍仔细地检查了加勒特夫人取走东西的那台故障的机器。（这里pull byteby byte 实在不会翻…求大大赐教）
美乐蒂就快醒了。她感觉自己好像漂浮在一片蓝色的薄雾中。世界在漂流着，不断变换着焦点。她的屁股…她的屁股有一些问题。它…有一点点刺痛。她的手茫然地向下摸去，摸到的不是柔软的肉，而是坚硬的塑料。
“不行，美乐蒂。”一个轻轻的声音命令道，同时一只柔软的手轻柔地将美乐蒂的手拉离她屁股下的纳米修复仪。“让那个器械好好工作。”现在美乐蒂越来越清醒了。
她看见一个年轻的女士握着她的手，同时身侧还有她所躺的床的铁制扶手。有一大堆显示屏围绕在医疗床的周围。突然，她的母亲从护士小姐身后出现了，握住了她的手。
“美乐蒂？你醒了？你感觉还好吗，亲爱的？我刚才真担心出了什么严重的问题。你——你几乎…好吧，让我们这样说好了。你差点儿就回到包着尿布的小小孩时代了，只差一点儿。但你坚持了下来，你一定会好起来的。”
“但，发生了什么。我——我记得…它很糟糕。非常可怕。我——我不想记起它…”
另一个声音打断了他们的对话。一个高大的男子走上前来，开始介绍自己。“我是詹金斯探长。我知道这很难，美乐蒂，但是我们迫切需要知道当时发生了什么。”
警察？？？美乐蒂的脸因为男子的出现变得有些苍白。对于还童犯来说，遇见警察可能预示着相当严重的后果。但是她绝对是清白无辜的。她一定会竭尽所能地和警方合作！！“嗯——嗯，一——一切看上去都很正常。但是当那典（电）脑宣布我的层（惩）罚的时候，它说我是十二岁。我没有十二岁呀，我只有六岁。”美乐蒂又一次开始有点口齿不清了。“然后它说打我一白（百）六十下木桨。太多了！！海（还）有木桨！它使（是）一块大黄蜂木将（桨）。好多水泡泡。然后那抽打…别让我想起那些抽打了！！！”（这一段真心好萌~O(∩_∩)O）
“对不起，先生，但是小美的血压又开始上升了，我们不能坐视不管。”护士说道。“恐怕我现在需要使用德尔塔导流器使她恢复睡眠了。”
“没关系。十二，是吧？这也许很重要。我最好把它告知队伍里的其他成员。”
队伍？美乐蒂想。他们为了一个坏掉的“打屁股大师”派出了一整支队伍？？？
她很快就睡着了。
Background: This story is set in the 28th century.Rejuvenation is common, and is used not only to extend life but as a punishmentfor criminal behavior. Melody is a fifty year old woman who was convicted ofembezzlement last October. She was sentenced to three cycles from 6 to 12 yearsold. Like all convicted criminals, she is spending her first cycle(s) in thecustody of spanko parents, who are authorized, even encouraged to spank heras often as possible, AS WELL AS as often as she deserves…
WARNING:The spanking in this story goes WAY beyond anything remotely reasonable. It isdefinitely abusive. But this is driven by the story…. if you have problemswith this, I suggest you move on.
WARNING—WARNING—WARNING—WARNING—WARNING—WARNING—WARNING
Expanding on the above: This is an old nightmare of mine.It is really pretty extreme. If you are easily squicked by stories of extremeseverity, do NOT read this one. You HAVE been WARNED!!
— Lurking Dragon
[He means it. Its very squicky, but it does advancethe plot. — Laura]
Diaspora
Sept. 30, 2748
Part 30 of Melodys Stories
Diaspora had always been Melodys favorite holiday whenshe was growing up. Maybe it shouldnt be counted a holiday at all, since thekids didnt actually get off school, but it was wonderful. By tradition, almostevery child on the planet was taken on a special field trip that day.
Diaspora is the celebration of the first faster thanlight flight of the Photon Racer, Earths first vessel to break the lightspeedbarrier. It is a celebration of science and technology in all its varied forms.The schools are left all but empty on this wonderful day, as all the studentsvisit museums, expositions, and displays. Sometimes older children are eventaken to spend the night in another city, in a carefully supervised road trip.
Diaspora had always been Melodys favorite.
But it never would be again. Like all the GreatChildrens Days, Diaspora was an especially horrible day for Penitatas. It wasbad enough for the soft time Penitatas. While all the other children were offhaving adventures, the Soft Timers were seated together in a giant study hallin their schools library, set to work in groups on science andtechnology-related projects assigned and to be completed that same day. Theonly unusual activity was that the groups were as
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signed independently of age;six and seven year old first graders worked in the same teams as twelve andthirteen year old seventh graders on their projects.
(N.B.-In 2748, for rejuves, there are only two schools,Elementary and High School. Elementary School handled grades 1-7, High Schoolgrades 8-12. This division is mostly because it puts most Penitatas actuallyserving their sentences into Elementary school, while the majority of otherrejuves will be in High School. The Kindern system is kept totally separatefrom the rejuve school system with very limited overlap for obvious reasons.THAT system maintains 3 school levels as ours does, Lower, Middle and Upper.)
Hard timers celebrated technology in a very differentway, and Melody knew that the high point of her day would be an encounterwith a SpankMaster 3000, the latest and most sophisticated punishment machineyet developed. These machines were not used very much on Earth, since she had aplentiful supply of people more than willing to care for and discipline herPenitatas. But they were quite popular on some of the outer colonies, wherethey were used to punish Penitatas who sometimes had to share one Mommy andDaddy between fifteen or twenty children. Most people would rather have andraise their own kids than Penitatas, and some of the colonies didnt evenrequire parenting licenses.
But several thousand machines were kept around on Earth,and were trucked out to the playgrounds of all the Penitatas schools the daybefore Diaspora, ready to thoroughly and impersonally punish all the poorlittle hard timers, and totally ruin their days.
Melody arrived at her home room class at eight, as usual.When she sat at her desk, the interface top lit up and informed her that hersession with SpankMaster 3000 number 1247 was scheduled for eight thirty, alongwith the first group of the day, and that she should start her assignment untilit was time.
Her assignment was simple. To take the stylus and startprinting "I will be a good girl." on her interactive desktop 300times. Since Melody was still regaining her writing skills, this would be bothpainful and interminably dull. But she dutifully began her assignment, and gotover fifty lines done before her desk reminded her to go to the playground forher punishment.
The bright blue-green booths stood in rows all across theplayground. Melody quickly noticed that they were in order, and located booth1247. Despite the fact that several of the booths were already in use, Melcouldnt hear anything; the soundproofing was that good. Melody inserted thechip her teacher had given her, and the door opened. Down the row she saw Mrs.Garrett, the assistant principal, walking up and down the rows, checking up. Melodysighed and entered the booth.
The door locked behind her. "Please remove allclothing and deposit it in the receptacle on the door." The mechanicalvoice was impersonal and dead-sounding. With a sniffle, Melody reached behindher head and unfastened her dark blue frock. Unzipping it, she slipped it offand hung it up neatly. Her slip and white blouse followed. Shoes, socks, andfinally (and reluctantly) white panties were folded and put away.
"Beep. Very good. Place yourself in front of thepanel. Please insure that all lights turn green."
Melody stepped up to the lit panel. There was a round,padded bolster in front of her chest. As she watched, it slowly lowered itselfto the level of her hips. She moved forward, and as her lower tummy pressed intothe padded fabric, the lights next to it turned green.
Looking up, Melody saw the loops of inch-thick paddedcloth that were obviously meant to restrain her hands. She lifted her handsabove her head and slipped them in. The soft bands then gently contractedaround her wrists, gripping them tightly. Then Melody felt her legs beinggently forced apart. Glancing down. she saw that more gentle loops were tuggingher ankles into place.
Now all the lights were green. Melody was in position,and softly padded bars locked into position behind her. One was across her kneehollows, another across her lower back. As they held her firmly against thepadded wall, the wall began to move forward. It bent in the middle, the upperpadded bar forcing her to bend right over the padded bolster as it movedbackwards and upwards. In seconds, Melody found herself well bent over and in aterribly exposed position, ready for her mechanical punishment.
She was now lying along a padded surface, her head andlegs sharply angled down. But below her knees, the table had lifted, forcingher knees to bend partially. Melody knew that this was to force her bottom torelax for the swats. The knee and back bars held Melody immovably in place, andthe bolster had actually pushed her bottom up and away from the table,thrusting it upwards and exposing all of its tender surface for punishment.Even the tender reaches of the crease between bottom and thighs, and the tenderthighs themselves were totally helpless and vulnerable.
Melody knew only generally what to expect. There would bethree sound spankings, one with a stiff paddle, one with a flexible paddle andone with a cane. Since she was only six, she figured the stiff paddle would beabout like her Very Own paddle, the flexible paddle she wasnt sure about, butthe cane was certain to be very much like the Nursery Cane shed gotten Easter.Melody had been told that she would get between ten and twenty licks with the cane,twenty to thirty with the stiff paddle, and thirty to fifty with the flexiblepaddle. The exact number of swats would be randomly determined by the spankingmachine.
The worst thing about this punishment was the totalimpersonality of it. No warm parental presence to comfort the poor victim. Nochance to mediate the punishment through begging and pleading. (Not that thatever WORKED…). Just the totally mechanical application of pain.
Another nasty bit of randomness; nobody knew in whatorder the machine would choose to apply the punishment. The older kids, and theones who were on their second or third cycles, had told Melody that getting theflexible paddle first, then the stiff paddle, then the cane was best. Theworst possible combination was the stiff paddle first, since it burned deepest,then the cane, which left awful welts, and then the flexible paddle, whichunder those circumstances would just terribly reinforce the earlier punishmentsintolerably.
But now the machine was ready to begin. A monitor cameon, showing Melody the view of her own bottom, so she could watch herselfgetting her sound spanking. "Beep. Melody Johnson. Prisoner number253322455. Age twelve. Computing punishment……."
"Huh? Age TWELVE?? Hey! Im only SIX! Hey MACHINE!!"But the machine was programmed to ignore anything its subject said or did.Another small screen illuminated and gave Melodys punishment. At the same timethe machine voice declared her doom.
"Part 1: One Hundred Sixty strokes of the #14 StiffPaddle. Prepare yourself!!"
In the other screen, a mechanical arm was lowering alarge, rectangular paddle towards Melodys bare bottom. It was at LEAST fortycentimeters long…and had 1.5 cm holes cut through all over the spankingsurface. "NOOO! THATS A BUMBLEBEE-PADDLE!! IM TOO LITTLE FOR THAT!!NOOOO!" But the machine ignored Melodys pleas. She was right, too. ABumblebee paddle was designed to inflict a severely blistered bottom, andMelody was far too little for such a punishment.
SOMETHING HAD GONE WRONG.
Then the paddle began to SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACKinto Melodys bare bottom, one spank every few seconds.
Melody gasped at the horrible burning sting of the firstswat. NOTHING could hurt that much!! She COULDNT STAND IT!!
The second swat was MUCH worse.
The third was intolerable.
But Melody had no choice BUT to tolerate it.
Melody was screaming by the fourth swat to herdefenseless bottom.
After the tenth swat, she was simply bawling and cryingas hard as she could. Shed NEVER felt pain like this. It even made thehorrible caning shed had last Christmas seem like nothing.
"My bottom!….My Bottom!!…..OH MY GOD MYBOTTOM!!!!!" Soon even Melodys thoughts lost their coherence, and she wassimply submerged in a total morass of intolerable pain. She cried. She bawled.Her eyes streamed with tears as her nose ran copiously down her face. The painwas totally incomprehensible; it was torture in the first degree. Melody gaveup all hope and wished fervently to die right there. She grew sick to herstomach and threw up. And still the horrible paddle swatted on and on and on.
Now the paddle was doing its job, and horrible whitesting blisters began to appear all over Melodys bare bottom and thighs, andeven in the crease between. The computers scanner sensed these, andconcentrated on spreading the blisters around evenly. Instead of a heavy cropof blistered flesh on each spank spot, the computer emotionlessly blisteredthe entire surface of Melodys bottom, and her thighs, and even the creasebetween.
Finally the torture ended. Melody was still screaming,only partially conscious. She never heard the passionless voice of the computersaying:
"Part 2: Eighty strokes of the Penal PunishmentCane. Prepare yourself!!"
The first stroke caught Melody totally by surprise as itblazed across her bare bottom, breaking a half-dozen white blisters in theprocess. Her screams redoubled in intensity. She could barely breathe. Therewas nothing in her mind except horrible, blinding, intolerable PAIN. Shescreamed. She cried. Her face turned a horrible red as her heart rate wentballistic, her blood pressure skyrocketed.
After the twenty-seventh stroke she threw up again, andthis time she couldnt clear her throat. Her nose was helplessly blocked, andeven as the machine continued caning her Melody began to choke.
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lly after thirty-two brutally hard strokes of thepunishment cane, the machine realized that something was wrong. It couldntfigure out what; it was performing exactly as programmed, but the subject wasdefinitely having trouble breathing. Choking required that the machine pause sothat the subject could recover her breath. SpankMaster 3000 #1247 stoppedMelodys punishment and began a thirty-second wait.
Then Melody stopped even trying to breathe, or move. Themachine noted this and set off the corresponding alarm outside, lighting itsAssistance required light.
* * *
Mrs. Garrett was shocked when she saw the light. Theseunits were supposedly foolproof; shed NEVER seen the emergency light go on.She raced quickly over to the appropriate unit and used her master key to openthe door.
Inside she saw a scene out of Torquemadas dungeon. Atiny child was grasped in the clutches of the horrible machine. A large, bloodycane dangled from a mechanical arm. A bloody paddle rested in a small sink,being cleaned by a chemical spreay. And her bottom…
Her bottom was unmentionable.
And she wasnt breathing. She lay there limply; shelooked dead. Garrett hit the panic button, and all the restraints fell free.She was gently turning Melody over and trying to clear her mouth and throat formouth-to-mouth even as she hit the emergency caller on her belt.
"EMERGENCY EMERGENCY. Get an ambulance to AssvilleElementary NOW!! Full support team and equipment. We have a MAJOR failure of aSpankMaster and shes NOT BREATHING. MOVE IT PEOPLE!!! NOW!!!"
Mrs. Garrett had spent forty years in the ConfederationSpace Marines before becoming a teacher after her last rejuve. Even twentyyears hadnt dulled her old reflexes. She pulled Melody out of the machine andlaid her on the ground. She immediately started mouth-to-mouth, even as shefrantically felt for a pulse. Even after her throat was clear Melody stillwasnt breathing.
Garrett kept working over Melody until the ambulancearrived. There was another brief moment of panic when her heart stopped, andfor a terrible moment the EMTs were afraid they would have to use theirEmergency Rejuvenation System to revive her, which would leave poor Melody athree year old. But fortunately the scanner showed that the problem was a nastycerebral hemorrhage; the technician quickly patched it with a neural bonder.That done, Melodys heart and brainwaves crept back towards normal, herbreathing and heartbeat resumed, and she even showed signs of returningconsciousness awakening.
"Keep her under" ordered Mrs. Garrett in a tonethat would brook NO argument. "My authority. After what happened…I dontwant her conscious until most of THAT is repaired. Now get her out of here.Ill call her parents."
Even as Melody was loaded into the ambulance, Mrs.Garrett made one of the snap insights that made Marines so deadly. Wasnt thatkid the one who had the hassle with that guy from Corrections last year? Sureit was. Which means this might not be an accident. With that, she went to theback of the SpankMaster and yanked out the main power cable — despite the lackof any connector. Then she quickly unfastened the service personnel onlypanel and pulled out the main memory and processor unit. It there was anyevidence there, shed make DAMN sure it STAYED there.
Then she called the office, told them what had happened,and suggested that they terminate all the SpankMasters NOW, as they ALLmight be compromised somehow, then get the police and a forensics computer teamdown to the school.
NOW.
For the first time in living memory, the Diasporaspankings were given by human hands holding wooden paddles and switches,applying stinging spanks to bare human bottoms. Those fortunate few who had hadtheir SpankMaster sessions interrupted were sent straight home, to be checkedout by their parents and doctors. The other units stood dark and silent asSpankMaster technicians quietly disassembled them.
And a forensics team went over the unit Mrs. Garrett hadpulled byte by byte.
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Melody ALMOST awoke. She seemed to be floating in a bluehaze. The world was drifting in and out of focus. Her bottom…there wassomething about her bottom. It…tingled a bit. Vaguely her hand drifted down,and brushed not soft flesh, but hard plastic.
"No, Melody." The quiet voice commanded, as asoft hand gently pulled Melodys away from the nano-repair unit fastened aroundher hips. "Leave the equipment alone." Melody was coming more awakenow.
She saw a pretty young woman holding her hand. She alsosaw the steel railing of the bed she was lying on her side in. There was quietmonitoring equipment around the hospital bed. Suddenly her Mommy appeared frombehind the nurse, and took over her hand.
"Melody? Are you there? How do you feel, dear? Imafraid something went very wrong. Y-You almost…well, lets just say you werealmost our VERY little girl. Like in diapers, almost. But you made it, youregoing to be OK."
"But. What happened. I-I remember…it was terrible.Horrible. I-I dont WANT to remember…"
Another voice joined the discussion. A large man steppedforward, and introduced himself. "Im Detective Jenkins. I know its hard,Melody, but we really need to know what happened in there."
The POLICE??? Melody paled a bit at that. Police can beVERY serious for a Penitatas. But SHE was certainly innocent. And she wascertainly going to cooperate as best she could!! "W-Well, It-it all seemedOK, but then the puter announced my punshment. It said I was twelve. Im NOTtwelve, Im SIX." Melody was becoming a bit vague again. "Then itsaid hunnersixty paddle swaz. Too many!! An the paddle! Ituz a Bumbee paddl.Blistererer. Then the swats…Please dont make me remember the swats!!!"
"Sorry, sir, but her blood pressure is increasingagain, and we cannot have that." said the nurse. "Im afraid Imgoing to have to use the delta inducer to put her back to sleep for now."
"Thats all right. Twelve, eh? That may beimportant. Id better pass it along to the rest of the team."
Team? thought Melody. They put a whole team on a bustedSpankMaster???
She fell back asleep.
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forfear 发表于 2014-1-23 15:45
楼主的效率是意识太高了
寒假在家看看美剧码码字其实很幸福啊^^
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