Inside the other room, you saw a strange looking device on a table with holding straps and something that looked like a padded fly swatter. In front of the device was a small microphone, connected to an odd meter. The woman placed your naked body, belly down, onto the table and strapped you into the device as you struggled and protested. Once you were helplessly pinned down, she adjusted the microphone so it was near your mouth then turned on the meter.
"This is a spanking machine." explained the woman. "It will relentlessly spank your bare bottom with the average strength of an adult female without tire or remorse until you wail and cry exactly like an infant for one full minute. This meter will measure the octave and time you are able to hold it."
"So... all I have to do to get out of this thing is to cry for a minute?" you ask.
The woman gives a low, evil giggle. "Not quite. You see, you have to wail and cry EXACTLY like a baby. Babies cry at a slightly higher octave than your average female girl. Much higher than a boy's normal range but, with pain as a motivation, most boys reach that octave within a few hours."
You look at the woman with horror filling your mind. "Few hours!?!"
"This is your first punishment." said the woman. "Swallow your pride, scream and wail and cry in the octave of an infant for one minute and the machine will stop. I will check up on your progress in one hour."
With that, she turned on the machine and walked out of the room as the swatter came down and struck your bare bottom the first time. It stung, but you were able to take it without much problem. Then the swatter came down again, harder, and you were forced to wince. Again and again, the swatter came down onto your bottom, each time, harder and faster. Within a minute, the pain was forcing you to draw tears. Before the end of the second minute, you were yelling in pain, struggling against your bonds. You look at the meter as you screamed but the needle had not budged.
"You got to be kidding me!" you yell, exasperated.
Then, with your frustrated words, the needle moved. You took this as a slight hint of hope and decide to...
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