The New Daycare

You decided not to risk trying to walk and embarrass yourself even further, instead just simply crawling away from the babies and heading over to a secluded corner. You sat down on your padded rear, attempting to remove the mittens on your hands. You tried biting at the padlocks, ripping them off, even smashing them against one of the robotic arms, but all that did was make the machine angry.

You were lifted up and carried over to a corner, that looked quite a bit odd compared to the rest of the room. While everything else was painted in soft pastels, little cartoonish animals dotting the walls, this corner was painted a bright red, with storm clouds covering a majority of the corner.

You were laid down on a padded table, restraints locking your wrists and ankles into place again. The robot removed your diaper and your ankle restraints went into that position when you had your ass cleaned. You saw the arm lift up a wooden paddle, holding it level with your exposed butt.

SMACK

“Ouch!” You cried, “Stop that!”

The robot didn’t listen though, continuing to land hard smacks all over you poor ass, moving between each of your cheeks and your sit-spots. It continued on, raining spanks down on your cheeks, turning your butt bright red. You finally couldn’t take it anymore, and with much embarrassment, the tears that had been welling up in your eyes finally streamed down your face.

You sobbed hard, not caring that you were a grown woman. The restraints let off you, allowing the robot to rediaper you. Tears streamed down your face as you were sat up, wincing as your burning ass touched the table below you. You were carried over to a section of high chairs and placed in the one that was bigger than all the others.

You allowed the robot to strap you in and slide the tray up against you. You rested you arms on the tray as the machine brought something towards you.

What is it?

You have 2 choices: