‘Wise Choices?’ : Fun Future Spank entry

Here’s another fun, futuristic entry to the Future Spank contest – ‘Wise Choices?’. Enjoy!

– Dana

Wise Choices?

“Make wise choices,” was the last thing my mom said before she stepped into the flying car with my dad. They were going to a luxury resort on Mars, and I had reluctantly agreed to come home from the University of Mars to watch the house over my spring break. Being at home was the last thing I wanted to do, but since I knew my parents would be gone the entire week, I had agreed to do it.
“Yeah, right!” was what I wanted to say. Instead I just looked at her and said “yes, Mom. I will.”
We lived in a sprawling city on the moon, filled with an active nightlife and amazing clubs. I had no intention of just staying home this week!
The door closed behind her, and not even two seconds later, the car flew out of site. I sighed with relief. I loved my parents, really I did, but we’d had a turbulent relationship for years, and I didn’t spend any more time at home than I had to.
I ran inside to my room and changed into my short silver metallic skirt and a sparkly black tank top. I had on knee high black boots to complete my outfit. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and applied a coat of red lipstick.
“That will do nicely.” I grabbed my purse and walked from our complex to the teleport center. I selected Club Nox from the menu, and waited. A second later a rocket transporter appeared. I stepped inside and sat down. Less than a minute later I arrived at the teleport center outside of Club Nox, the hottest night club on the moon. There were touch screen food and drink menus, flashing and color-changing lights, and there was always amazing music.
“Becca!” my best friend Jenny screamed as I walked over. She threw her arms around me. I threw my arms around her and hugged her back. “How’s school?”
“Ugh! It’s hard. I’m behind on my reading and got a B- on my last paper for Intergalaxy Communication,” I sighed. “I just need to blow off some steam this week.”
“Aw, I’m sorry Becca. Is everything okay? It’s not like you to be behind or struggling in classes. You love that stuff!”
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I really don’t want to talk about school right now, Jenny. I just want to have a drink and get out on the dance floor.” Truth be told, everything wasn’t okay. I was struggling in school and had been for awhile. I had turned in a few late assignments, was behind on my reading, and wasn’t doing as well as I normally did on tests. I had lost my usual motivation and drive to succeed, and really didn’t know what to do about it.
“Okay,” Jenny said quietly. “Well, you know I’m around if you want to talk.”
“I know. Thanks, Jenny.”
We walked over to the bar and ordered Electric Cosmopolitans from the menu. My parents didn’t approve of my drinking, but I was old enough and didn’t care what they thought. Besides, they weren’t home. How would they even know?
“Becca!” My friend Jack said walking over to Jenny and I. “Don’t you look like a walking felony! I ought to pull you over my knee and spank you for that short skirt,” he said swatting my bottom with a glint in his eyes.
“That could be fun,” I said with a smile. I hadn’t been spanked in years and was only spanked by Nanny, the robot that took care of my older siblings and me, never by my parents. Maybe that’s why our relationship was so turbulent. I was loved, disciplined, and cared for by a robot more than I was by my parents. I was curious as to what a human hand felt like and what the closeness of that experience might be like.
“Maybe later,” Jack said. “Let’s dance!”
“Okay.” I quickly finished my Cosmo and followed Jack onto the dance floor. I had liked him since we were in high school, and we often spent time together when I was home during school breaks.
Several hours and one more drink later, I knew I should get home. I didn’t have a curfew, as I was way too old for one and my parents weren’t even home to care, but I knew I shouldn’t stay out as late as I often did.
I gave Jenny a hug, and then Jack pulled me close to him and hugged me, followed by a simple, sweet kiss. It was the first time we had kissed and I was on cloud 9.
“Call me when you wake up,” he said walking me to the teleport center.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll spank you!” he said with a wink and quick, hard swat.
I laughed. “Good night, Jack,” I said as the rocket transporter appeared.
“Good night, Becca,” he said, kissing me again.
I smiled and stepped inside the rocket transporter. I sat down, and less than a minute later I was at the teleport center outside of our complex. I walked slowly towards our house. “What an amazing night!” I thought, smiling again.
As I approached my house, I stopped. I noticed a few lights were on. “I thought I turned everything off…” I said to no one in particular. I hesitated and placed my finger on the finger scanner which unlocked the front door. “Hello?” I called out and hesitantly stepped inside. “Is anyone here?” The door closed behind me automatically, and I suddenly felt trapped.
Only silence greeted me. Then I heard a familiar humming sound that I hadn’t heard in seven or eight years. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, and debated running.
“Miss Rebecca, where on earth have you been, and what are you wearing?! That skirt is entirely too short for a twenty one year old young lady!”
I remained frozen by the door as Nanny moved close to me. I took a deep breath and implored myself to start talking. “I really have nothing to be afraid of! I’m an adult, and did nothing wrong!” I told myself.
“Nanny! What are you doing here? My parents retired you years ago,” was all I could say.
“Yes, when you became too old to need me anymore. Your mother thought you might need some looking after this week, and it appears she was right. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“It’s one thirty,” I said quietly. “I’m an adult and don’t have a curfew anymore!” I said with more confidence.
“On the contrary, Miss Becca, when your parents programmed me, your curfew was 12:30, so you are an hour late, missy! What happens when you break the rules?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening! When my parents created Nanny’s program, they had created it so any rule violation resulted in a spanking. Bad language further resulted in a mouth soaping. It didn’t matter that I was an adult! I was still subject to the rules that were in place as if I were a child!
“Miss Becca,” Nanny said, gently raising my chin so I would look at her, “what happens when you break the rules?”
“I get spanked,” I said quietly. “This isn’t fair! I’m an adult!”
“I know,” she said gently. “But even adults need a spanking sometimes.” She took me by the arm and guided me to the couch in the living room. I was indignant, but knew from experience that fighting back was useless. Once Nanny’s program recognized that a spanking was earned, a spanking would be given. Any fighting or resisting on my part would only make things worse. “You didn’t answer my question, Miss Becca. Where were you tonight?”
“I went to Club Nox with some of my friends.”
“You’ve been drinking,” Nanny said matter-of-factly.
“Yes. I had a couple Cosmos. I’m old enough, and it’s perfectly legal for me to drink.”
“Yes, but your parents don’t approve.”
“No…” I started. “Please tell me you’re not going to spank me for that!” I was begging now. “It’s not illegal for me to drink. It’s not fair to spank me for that!”
“We’ll see,” Nanny said slowly. “This was a grey area for your parents and there is no programmed punishment for drinking once you’re old enough, only that they don’t like it when you drink.”
I didn’t say anything. Nanny had always been more than fair when it came to punishing me. Nanny took me by the arm and guided me over her lap. I took a deep breath as she slowly began to spank me over my skirt. My skirt barely covered my bottom and really didn’t offer much protection.
Nanny might be a robot, but she looked and acted like a human. She was small, petite, and about five and a half feet tall, only a little taller then I was. She had short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. I had learned long ago not to underestimate her size though. She had the ability to hold me fast, making any escape an impossibility, and would deliver a harsh spanking when it was warranted.
“This isn’t so bad,” I thought. I knew I would be crying hard long before my punishment was over though. The swats were slow and medium hard to begin with. I felt myself actually relax as I accepted my fate. Even though I was in for much worse, it was almost a relief to be held accountable for something again. I realized that I actually craved the physical discipline that Nanny had so adeptly provided me as I grew up.
“Nanny?” I said slowly.
“Yes, Miss Becca?” she said continuing to spank me as she talked.
I took a deep breath. Even though I knew I would be punished, I knew I needed to tell her about school. I knew the discipline would help me get back on track.
“I’ve been struggling with school lately. I’ve turned in a few late assignments, I’m behind on my reading, and I’m not doing as well as I normally do on tests. I’m not meeting my own expectations.” Nanny didn’t say anything, but flipped up my skirt and delivered several dozen hard and fast swats. I started squirming and cried out in pain. She paused after a few minutes, then started spanking me slow but hard again. “I feel lost, overwhelmed, and am floundering,” I said once I caught my breath again. “I don’t have any motivation, or my usual drive to succeed.”
“Would I be correct in saying that you’re not taking good care of yourself right now? Staying out late, not getting enough sleep, not eating as well as you should, and not exercising enough?”
“Yes, Nanny,” I said quietly.
“You are out of control right now, Miss Becca,” Nanny said rubbing my bottom. “You are wearing clothing that is not becoming of a young lady, drinking, not staying ahead in your classes, and not taking care of yourself in general. Is that correct?”
“Yes, Nanny,” I said quietly.
“I am really going to spank you hard tonight, Rebecca! You clearly need it! You cannot ignore and stop taking care of yourself. That ends tonight!”
“Yes ma’am.” I knew she was right. I truly needed the physical discipline, and always felt better after it was over. “You’re absolutely right. I need the discipline and accountability, and my parents never provided me that, even though there were many times after they retired you that I deserved and needed to be spanked. Why is it that you care about me more than they do? Why am I not worth it to them?” I started crying.
“You are worth it, Becca, and your parents do love you. Your mother re-activated me because she recognized that something was wrong with you and that you needed someone to talk to. Rather than bottle up your emotions, you need to talk to your parents. Holding in your feelings is not healthy and it is hurting you. I won’t tolerate that, Miss Becca!”
“Yes, Nanny.”
Nanny put her hand in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I resisted the urge to put my hand back. I knew I needed this spanking, as bad as it was going to be. I instinctively trusted Nanny to spank me as much as I needed and to give me what I deserved.
Without saying a word, she began spanking me hard and fast. I had forgotten how much her “hand” hurt! Within a minute I found myself squirming as the stinging in my bottom built rapidly.
“Hold still, Becca!” Nanny admonished me.
“I’m trying!”
I grabbed onto the seat cushion and held on tight. I buried my head in the cushions as the tears began to fall. I took slow deep breaths, and tried to stay still. I didn’t want to have my arms or legs pinned as Nanny had done so many times before. I already felt helpless as it was. I continued to cry softly and yelped when she delivered several stinging swats to the sit spot, the point where the lower curve of my bottom meets the top of my thighs. I knew I would be feeling this spanking for days every time I sat down, stood up, or pulled my pants on.
By the time Nanny finally paused, my bottom was on fire. “Miss Becca, that skirt of yours is entirely too short and inappropriate for a young woman to be wearing.”
“Nanny, you’ve been retired for years. It’s the fashion and everyone’s wearing them now!”
“You won’t be, by the time I’m through with you, young lady! Your skirts will go past your hands at the very least, and I would prefer if they were longer. Is that understood?”
I didn’t say anything, which was probably the worst thing I could have done in retrospect. I was an adult and there was no way I would let Nanny decide my wardrobe choices! Nanny somehow knew what I was thinking, and began spanking my thighs. Her hand moved quickly down my right thigh then back up again, focusing several stinging swats on the sit spot before moving over to my left thigh. I involuntarily yelped, squirmed, and started crying all over again. My resistance quickly broke down. Once Nanny had thoroughly spanked my left thigh and delivered several more stinging blows to my sit spot, she paused and rested her hand on my back.
“How long will your skirts be, young lady?”
“Past my hands,” I choked out. “Well, at least when I’m at home!” I thought.
“That is correct. And don’t think you can get away with wearing short skirts at school, Miss Rebecca. I’ve communicated with a friend of mine who works at the University of Mars. She will be watching you from now on, and will hold you accountable for your wardrobe choices, as well as for your school work.”
My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“What? Who’s your friend? You’re a robot…” was all I could say.
“Yes, and even robots have friends and the ability to communicate with each other over a charge they have in common, missy!” she said with a quick, hard swat. I yelped, and nearly jumped a foot.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“It’s okay, Becca. My friend is Miss Jones, your Intergalaxy Communication professor.”
“I should have known. You are so much alike!”
“I’ve heard that before. She is concerned about you, and is more than willing to keep an eye on you and hold you accountable.”
I nodded. “I think that would help me stay on track.”
“Yes it will. You’re a bright girl, but need a little guidance and direction.”
“Yes, Nanny.”
“Now, speaking of school. You received a B- on your last Intergalaxy Communication paper, is that correct?”
“Yes ma’am.” I was shocked that she knew things I hadn’t told her after being in storage for seven or eight years, and had clearly communicated with my university professors.
“Was it your best work?”
“No…” I said quietly.
“How do you propose we address this?”
I knew what she wanted me to say. “With the brush,” I said quietly.
“Good, I think so too.” I heard the compartment on her right arm open and watched out of the corner of my eye as the dreaded brush appeared. I braced myself as Nanny tightened her grip around my waist. Nanny had given my bottom enough time to recover so even a medium swat was excruciating. She didn’t need to spank me with all of her strength to get her point across. She didn’t hold back though, and delivered dozens of stinging swats in rapid succession. I squirmed and tried to get away, but her left hand held me tightly against her. The tears were flowing freely and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My breathing became rapid and shallow, and I was close to hyperventilating when Nanny suddenly stopped. It felt like she had spanked me forever, but in reality it had only been about five minutes, maybe less.
“Breathe, Becca,” she said, gently rubbing my bottom and back. I forced myself to take slow deep breaths and felt myself calm down. “It’s only a spanking. We’re almost done.” I nodded and continued to breathe deeply. “I have the feeling you won’t be falling behind in school any time soon.”
“No ma’am.”
“Becca, there is nothing wrong with a B- if you’ve done your best on your assignment, essay or test. If you haven’t studied or put in the time you should, that’s unacceptable.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Miss Jones is going to check in with you. If you fall behind, or do anything less than your best in any class, she will spank you. Oh, and she can easily tell when you’re lying, just like I can.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said again.
“Now, we still have the matter of you breaking curfew to resolve.”
“Nanny, please. I’ve been punished enough,” I begged.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that, Miss Rebecca. You were an hour late. Do you think you’ve been punished adequately for that?”
The way Nanny phrased the question, I instinctively knew what the answer she expected was. I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I hadn’t been punished enough for breaking curfew and being an hour late yet.
“I’m an adult and haven’t had a curfew in years!” I complained, instead of answering the question. “It’s not fair to spank me for violating a rule I didn’t even know was in place!” It was a logical argument, though I knew my whinny voice wasn’t helping my case.
“That may be, but how many times did you break curfew in high school where you weren’t spanked?”
Ugh! She had me trapped and I knew it. I had absolutely no way to win this argument.
“Too many times to count,” I admitted reluctantly.
“Would you rather be spanked for all those infractions or just for being an hour late tonight?”
“Being an hour late,” I said quietly. I knew the punishment for being an hour late would be way more tolerable than if she calculated how many times I had legitimately broken curfew and how late I had been those times, but hadn’t been punished.
“Good choice. And you broke curfew 14 times and were a total of 4 hours late, by the way.”
“How do you know that?!”
“I can see on the house log when you scanned your finger to enter the house.”
“Oh…” was the only thing I could say. Ugh! Robots were too smart sometimes!
“Instead of punishing you for that, I’m only going to punish you for being an hour late tonight. Is that right?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly.
“Alright then.” I heard the compartment on her right arm open again and watched out of the corner of my eye as the brush went away and the belt came out. She folded it in half so she could administer it with me still held firmly in place over her lap. “You will receive one stroke of the belt for every minute you were late.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly. I hated the belt, but was grateful she hadn’t picked a paddle.
Nanny re-adjusted me and tightened her grip around my waist. I knew she would pin my arms and legs if I interfered with my punishment. I took a deep breath as the first stinging hit landed square on my bottom. “Owww!” I cried out. My bottom was already very sore, and even a medium hard slap of the belt was excruciating. “Breathe, Becca. We still have a ways to go.”
I took slow, deep breaths, and tried to keep count of the strokes. It made it a little easier to cope with the pain. It wasn’t long before I was crying again. The first 20 strokes were paced about 5 seconds apart. She picked up the tempo after that, and I stopped counting after 25 strokes. I was really crying, and prayed that every stroke was the last. A few minutes later it was over, and I was shaking. Nanny gently rubbed my bottom and my back as I calmed down.
“Becca, I may be a robot, but I love you and care about you, and I’m not going to let you give up on yourself or stop taking care of yourself. You are worth it. You have to believe that!” she said soothingly.
“Yes, Nanny.”
Nanny gently pulled up my underwear and patted my bottom. Even that love tap was excruciating and I almost started crying again. Nanny helped me up and guided me towards my room. She pulled out my pajamas. I went to the bathroom and changed. I quickly looked at my bottom in the mirror. It was dark red and peppered with bruises and welts from the brush and belt. It was one of the worst spankings I had ever had, but I felt so much better than I had before the spanking. I got a bunch of lotion and rubbed it into my well spanked bottom. I quickly washed my face and walked to my bedroom. Nanny had turned off my light and pulled back the covers. I handed her my clothes and gave her a long hug before climbing into bed. I winced as my bottom touched the mattress and quickly rolled over onto my stomach, but not before noticing the smile that crossed Nanny’s face. She laughed as she placed my clothes in the laundry hamper where they vanished in an instant. They would be returned to my closet by the time the sun was up. I had no intention of wearing my short silver skirt anytime soon though! Nanny pulled up the covers and sat on my bed, rubbing my back and stroking my hair as she had done many times before. I breathed a contented sigh of relief.
“How do you feel, Becca?”
“Better than I have in a long time. I feel safe. I feel as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders…Thank you, Nanny. I really needed to be spanked and held accountable for my actions.”
“You’re welcome, Becca…but don’t think for even a minute that you won’t be paddled before the week is over!”
“Stop reading my mind!” I said laughing.
“Oh, Becca. I can’t read minds. I can just read your body language.”
I rolled my eyes. “Would you come back to school with me?” I asked after a minute. “You could visit Miss Jones…and I would like having you around again.”
“I’d like that, Becca. I’d like that very much.” Nanny continued to rub my back and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. I slept more soundly than I had in a long time, and knew that everything was going to be okay. I felt confident in myself again, and was happy with how tonight had turned out, even if it was at the expense of my being able to sit comfortably for a few days!