Here’s another fine entry to the Future Spank story contest, which garnered a LOT of really creative writing. Enjoy ‘The Errant Robot’.
THE ERRANT ROBOT
Colin woke up with a start.
He looked at his bedside clock and swore silently under his breath. He was late, very late. Darn that maid, he thought angrily as he swung quickly out of bed. He had planned to get into work early today. In fact he needed to.
He hurried though the vizi-screen that was showing a tropical beach scene and straight into the kitchen.
His Maidbot Lysette was standing, or rather frozen, in position by the kitchen counter. A large wooden spoon was held in one hand over a bowl she had obviously been ready to stir.
Lysette was dressed as a nineteenth century French maid. High heel, black court shoes, black stockings with lacy white garters, a black uniform with a frilly edged apron and a matching lace cap on her head. Colin lifted up the back of her skirt and was tempted to fire a hard fast slap against her silky black knickers with white lacy ruffles. But what was the point she wouldn’t feel a thing… yet! He Pushed his thumb in the small of her back and a compartment opened ejecting a small cylindrical object. Her battery. He put it in a charging unit and selected another that was ready and replaced it. Lysette immediately straightened up and turned round, a blush creeping into her porcelain cheeks.
She had rosebud lips painted crimson, deep brown eyes and tumbling her that fell past her shoulders and framed her impressive cleavage. Her lips trembled.
“I am sorry, Sir. I got distracted I didn’t realise my charge was so low.’
Colin pointed at the clock orb. ‘I am going to be late now. And I told you how important it was to wake me this early.’
‘I ‘m sorry. It won’t happen again.’
‘Hand me the spoon bend, over the table and present your bottom.’
‘Please, Sir. Not the spoon. Her lower lip trembled.’
‘It was going to be six, each buttock now it will be twelve.’
‘Lysette hurried over to the old fashioned kitchen table, bent over it and flipped up her skirt. Presenting her gloriously, womanly, curvy bottom. The silky panties stretched tight.
Colin ran a hand over the smooth wonder of it, wishing he had more time.
‘Panties down, he barked.’
‘Lysette lowered her panties. Revealing the creamy magnificence of her splendid cheeks, kept modestly together.’
The spoon landed on her right buttock. She yelped but only just. She knew if she wriggled or cried out too loudly the punishment would be increased.
‘Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Lysette squirmed fighting to keep her thighs together. Colin stood back to admire his handiwork. The ivory perfection of her plump buttock had been pained with a red as deep as a fairy tale rose. He ran his hand over her bottom again feeling the heat rising.
‘This is just the start he said. The real punishment will be tonight I expect you to have the implements ready.
‘Yes, Sir,’ said Lysette tremulously and then gasped as the spoon landed again.
‘Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!!!’
The spanks sounded like pistol shots as Colin cracked the spoon hard down on each buttock.’
‘Lysette’s knees buckled and her hands flew to rub her sore bottom before she realised what she was doing.’
‘Hands away!’ barked Colin.
Lysette moved her hand away and this time Colin spanked the spoon hard three times on the top of each thigh.
The maid squealed unable to hold it back and Colin smiled as he looked down on her wriggling derriere.
Stay there till I have gone,’ he said. ‘And get the items ready for my return.’
He lingered for a moment, excited at the sight of her quivering flesh and then dashed off to the roto-shower.
Ten minutes later he was in the transporter bubble seated across from a tall red head. She was dressed, like most of them in the bubble in a proton body suit, that did nothing much to conceal the outlines of her figure. She had a haughty look about her and Colin fantasised for a moment or two about taking a wooden spoon to her haughty bottom too. But then crossed his legs and looked away. He was late, far too late. He clutched the documents case he held to his chest and hoped his boss would be in at her normal time.
Some minutes later and Colin exited the transport bubble and walked through the security scanning field at the entrance to The Museum of Old Things in New Las Vegas.
The droids at the other side of the field nodded to him and he hurried down the long marble corridor to his office. The plaque on the door read ‘Colin Freemantle 20th Century Archivist.’ Still clutching his document case he hurried in.
His secretary Anjelica Buns looked up to him as he entered. She was a small woman but very curvy. Many the days that Colin had dreamed of having her over his lap. Squirming as he took an old fashioned hairbrush to her plumptious cheeks. But things being as they were and the law being what it was he had to settle for dominating her in more subtle ways. Being her boss had its perks in lots of ways and if his excitement was only acted out in his imagination it was a very powerful imagination and Lysette would get the benefit. If not for her!
He hurried over to his desk to get his security key when Anjelica Buns called out.
‘What is it? I am busy!’ he snapped back.
‘The Libratix wants to see you.’
Colin’s heart raced and his face paled. ‘Do you know what she wants?’ he asked.
‘Something to do with administration, she said.’
Colin relaxed and sighed relieved. ‘Okay he said. I’ll be back in a bit. Get me a cup of coffee ready.’
He hurried out the door, slipping his security key into his pocket and holding his document case tightly is his hand.
He knocked on the door further down the corridor from his office. His Boss. The Libratix. Lana Dane.
Colin pushed the door open and walked into his Boss’s office. IT was decorated very much n Old World Style. Wooden floors, expensive rugs and drapes, a large antique desk upon which Lana Dane leaned against.
She was a tall woman in very good shape. She was dressed in black and had shiny, jet black cropped hair. Her lipstick was the same shade of red as his Maidbot and Colin felt his heart race again. She was dressed in Old World style too, shiny, black leather high heeled pumps, an above the knee skirt, a crisp, pure white blouse and a black jacket. Colin couldn’t help but imagine she had stockings on under the skirt and moved his document case in front of himself.
‘I need to talk to you, Colin,’ she said. Her voice confident, authoritarian but as smooth as the silk of the panties he imagined she was wearing.
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he replied. ‘Angle said it was something about administration?’
‘Indeed it is. Administration such a flexible word don’t you find?’
‘I guess.’ Colin shrugged. Seemed a pretty boring word to him. That was what secretaries were for after all. Administration and filing.
Dana Lane pushed a button on her wristcom and Colin heard the lock behind him close.
‘Something has come to my attention Colin.’
Colin felt his throat constrict, his mouth suddenly dry. ’Some filing issues,’ he asked.
‘No Colin. Not filing. Things that should have been kept in secure files that have been taken out.’
‘What do you mean?’ he stammered.
‘Bring that document case over here and put the contents on my desk.’
‘These are personal papers.’
‘I can get the security droids up here and alert the Moral Guardians if you prefer.’ She replied.
Colin felt his world slipping under his feet as he walked over to her desk.’
‘Please…’ he started to beg.
‘Do it now!’ She barked the order and Colin, with shaking hands undid the case and put the magazines on her desk.’
‘And what have we here?’
‘Err… I am not sure. I was just doing some research.’
‘English spanking magazines from the Nineteen seventies and eighties!’ said Lana Dane. ‘Magazines that are prohibited and a crime to be in possession of and should be kept under secure lock and key in the archives.’
Colin felt his face redden as much as the blush he had brought to his Maidbot’s cheeks. ‘I can explain…’ he started to say but the Libratix held up her hand.
‘There is no need to explain I have been told everything.’ She picked up the magazines. Janus. Februs. Martinet. All with pictures and photos of women being spanked and caned. Some in maids outfits, some as school girls, some just naked, baring their bottoms immodestly. Lana opened one of the magazines and showed Colin the picture and if his face was red before… it was crimson now.
‘What are you g.g. going to do?’ he stuttered.
‘Like I say, Colin,’ she smiled as she put the magazine back on her desk. ‘It’s a question of administration.’
Colin inward sighed with relief again. If it was demotion he could live with that. He didn’t want to go to prison.
‘I’ll do anything!’ he said.
‘Oh you don’t have to do anything,’ Lana laughed.
‘What do you mean?’
‘It will me who will be giving the administration.’ She pushed her wristcom once more and the door opened and Anjelica Buns walked in, her rosy cheeks smiling and handed Dana Lane a small suitcase.
‘Now you have a decision to make, Colin,’ said the Libratix, ‘You can accept my rulings or you can be taken to the Morality Guardians, your choice.’
‘I’ll do anything you say,’ said Colin.
‘Good,’ replied Dana and handed him the case.
‘Get changed into these. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, I want you bent over the desk and ready for me.’
‘Yes, boss,’ he replied.
Dana Lane slapped him hard across the face and he reeled with shock. ‘Get it right!’
‘Yes, Ma’am?’ he tried.
She slapped him hard again. ‘Do better!’
Colin spluttered, his mind in a whirl. ‘Yes, Mistress he said.’
Dana Lane smiled, revealing perfectly shaped, beautifully white teeth. ‘It’s going to be a long lesson for you. Come along Angelica,’ she said to Colin’s PA the boy needs to ready himself.
Colin heard the door close behind him and then opened the case and gasped with shock at what he saw inside. It was a nineteenth century’s maid outfit, complete with a curly dark wig, stockings and shoes. Almost identical to his Maidbot’s Lysette’s outfit.
Ten minutes later and Colin was dressed. Shoes, stockings, suspenders, the maids outfit and the wig on. He had smoothed his hands over his own now silky clad bottom and was surprised how pleasing it was and how excited it made him. He bent over the table and waited nervously. He had a guess of the kind of administration that was coming to him but he had no ideas of what manner and his heart raced nervously in anticipation of it. He didn’t have to wait long.
‘Remain in that position and put your bottom out!’
The crisp tones of Dana Lane, Libratix of the Museum of Old thing in New Las Vegas , voice was unmistakeable. There was a giggle as he raised his bottom that he could not recognise and his cheeks crimsoned once more as he realised it was not just Dana in the room. His face cheeks were crimsoned but not as much as his other cheeks were going to.
‘’Lift the skirt and show us your panties, Girl!’ she continued.
Colin’s cheeks were aflame now as he did as he was ordered.
‘Very pretty panties,’ said Dana. ‘So before the administration begins I think a new name for you don’t you.’
‘I suppose,’ said Colin shrugging confusedly and then yelped with pain as a searing pain flared across his bottom.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘I mean yes, Mistress.’
‘Well Colin, I think you will be Cecily from now on. Anjelica go round and hold Cecily’s hands as she stretches them across the desk.’
Another swipe and Colin felt the same searing pain bite into each buttock.
‘Stretch them out!’
Colin quickly did as he was told, his face burning with shame as he saw Anjelica’s amused face as she took hold of his hands and held them in a surprisingly strong grip.
‘Now I think we want to have those panties down, don’t you Cecily?’
‘Yes Mistress,’ Colin gasped although he didn’t sound too happy.
‘In fact I think we’ll have them right off. Why don’t you have the pleasure my dear?’
Colin felt a cool pair of hands run over his bottom and then a giggle as the panties were lowered revealing two welts beginning to form on his pale bottom.
‘Now give him six each cheek with this,’ said Dana Lane.
Crack! Colin yelped as each stinging shot landed on his already sore buttocks.
‘Can you tell what the implement is?’ asked the Libratix.
‘A paddle?’ gasped Colin and then yelped again as a swish landed across his flaming backside.
‘A paddle what?!”
‘A paddle, Mistress,’ Colin could barely speak and tears were beginning to form in his eyes.
‘Wrong! Six more each side and then three each upper thigh. And if you squirm too much, Cecily. We will start again.’
The spanks came down hard and fast and Colin fought hard not to squirm, Anjelica Buns held his hands tight as he wriggled and squealed.
‘Show him the item,’ said Dana Lane derriere as the final spank landed.
Colin gasped as a wooden spoon was put on the table. His own wooden spoon that he had disciplined his Maidbot with only that very morning.
‘That’s right, Cecily. Lysette acted like a good citizen and informed me of the items that you had taken from the archive. But more importantly items you had stolen from other departments. Lay them on the table for me please, dear.’
Lysette stepped around the table and Colin gasped again, his maid was now dressed in a figure hugging plasto-suit in shiny black. High heeled and with a satisfied smile on her face as she lay the antique implements on the table: a leather boudoir paddle from London Tanners, an English riding crop and a Scottish two-tailed strap.
Colin swallowed hard, dreading what was to follow but relieved that there was one item missing. ‘Please…’ he began.
‘You do not speak until given permission so to do! Is that understood Cecily?’
Colin’s bottom quivered as much as his bottom lip trembled. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Good. Well it is time to begin the proper administration. Lysette why don’t you swop places with Anjelica, and Anjelica pick an implement and begin his lesson. Eighteen hard on each side. Anjelica grinned broadly as Colin’s Maidbot grasped his hands firmly and picked up the boudoir paddle. It was heavy leather with a metal interior and she slapped it happily in her hand. Then walked around the desk.
‘You told me to prepare the implements…’ Lysette was about to say sir, but caught her self and smiled widely… ‘Cecily. I do hope they are to your liking.’
Colin gasped again as the searing heat flared once more in his aching rear. He had noticed that his secretary had a strong grip and felt the power as every stroke landed. One buttock to the next. Crack! Crack! Crack!
He had never known such agony like it he had to bite his tongue to stop crying out for mercy. But he knew such pleas would be met with more punishment. Goodness knows he had done the same to his Maidbot often enough even knowing she felt the pain every bit as much as he was now.
The women swopped places again and the paddle was followed by the tawse. His Maidbot giggled as every swat landed on his apple red and blistering bottom. And then Anjelica took her turn again with the English riding crop every swipe feeling like a bee sting and rising little welts on his now purpling posterior.
Finally the last, eighteenth swipe of the crop landed and Colin gasped with relief. He had genuinely been punished to tears and he sobbed, so very, very glad it was over.
Except it wasn’t.’
‘Well I hope you have learned your lesson Cecily?’ asked Dana Lane.
‘Yes please. I have. I really have.’ He begged through his tears.
‘Stand up, turn round and face me.’ Lysette the Maidbot released Colin’s hands and he stood up, his head giddy, his knees weak and turned round and gasped in surprise. His boss, Lana Dane, the Libratix of the Museum of Old Things New Las Vegas, had removed her jacket shirt and skirt. Her magnificent legs were sheathed in gloriously silky, black stockings. She had an old fashioned basque on in matching black with a 1940’s style conical bra and black knickers. He recognised it from the La Maitresse range from a an English company back in the twenty first century. La Maitresse being French for The Mistress of course. And for a moment he forgot the burning agony of his beaten bottom and felt his heart beating with excitement again.
‘Hands down, Cecily!’ barked the Libratix and Colin swiftly moved his hands to cover his immodesty. And then he saw what she was holding in her hand. The item he thought that had been missed. A very rare cane-iac, two foot long Lexan cane that he had stolen from the ancient artefacts warehouse. Made in acrylic and he knew just how much it stung. Not from first hand experience of course but on the rare times he had thrashed the beautifully wobbling bottom of his Maidbot. Had admired the beautiful welts it raised in her porcelain cheeks and took delight in her tears and yelps as every cut of the cane landed.
He wasn’t so pleased to see it now.
‘Eyes down, Cecily!’ said Dana Lane, I just got comfortable so I can swing the cane more easily. Now turn round and bend over the desk. Your hands won’t be held and you are to receive eighteen strokes. If you move position we will start again. Now get over and put your bottom in the air!’
Colin felt he was almost ready to faint. He bent over the desk once more and flipped up the maid’s skirt he was wearing and lifted his bottom, helped by his very high heels, a bottom that was welted and purpled and already very well sore.
Swish! The lexan cane landed on his proudly presently posterior and he yelped like his maid had squealed many times before, but this time the sound of his yelping brought no pleasure to him.
Again and again the cane swiped down on his quivering bottom. It was a baptism of fire. He had never felt such agony, never felt such humiliation as he heard his secretary and his Maidbot laugh as every swishing slash landed on his cherry red cheeks.
Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen! Colin’s knees quivered and shivered and he gulped in air as the tears ran down his face. He was glad he hadn’t moved. He honestly didn’t think he could face much more even if it did mean an appearance before the Moral Guardians. He knew the women would back each other and even his Maidbot’s evidence would be taken into account.
‘Up Cecily and go and stand in the corner!’ said Dana Lane.
Colin did as he was instructed.
‘You may rub your bottom, Cecily’ the Libratix whispered in his ear.
Colin thankfully did as he was allowed.
‘Now take this and hold it by your nose to the wall, and if it falls to the floor in the next eighteen minutes you will be caned the same again!’
Colin took the coin. It was as a twenty first century gambling token from old Las Vegas. He placed it and held it to the wall with his nose. Begging beyond hope it didn’t fall.
As the ladies behind him chatted and laughed, and he focused on the coin, he realised that the feeling in his bottom was now a pleasant one and the whole sensation of being punished and exposed was maybe more exciting than he thought it would be. And as his thoughts dwelt on that he moved his hands forward, mindful of Miss Lana’s commands on modesty, and pressed his nose harder into the wall.
Colin closed his ipad, a blushing flush creeping over his cheeks as the door opened and Angel walked into the reception room.
‘So, Colin. I gather you like my bottom?’ she said.
Colin’s blush deepened. Angel was a curvy figured, young woman, with blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, as American as apple pie and with a derriere he could only dream of laying his hand upon.
‘’Well I…’ Colin stammered.
‘Never mind,’ Angel interrupted. ‘Miss Dana Kane liked your story and she will see you now.’
Angel gestured to the door with a knowing smile. ‘Sometimes It’s best to be careful for what you wish for!’ she said.
Colin walked to the door nervously as Angel chuckled holding the paddle, unseen by him, behind her back.