This story inspired me to write "Cyberdyne ASM5." -- C.L. AI: FUTURE IMPERFECT by Joe Whatever Principal Debbie Gibson took a deep breath, pressed the START button, and placed her dainty wrists into the restraints. The wrist and ankle cuffs immediately ratcheted shut, the waist strap tightened, and the padded bench arched her luscious bottom high into the air. Debbie despised spanking machines. But the radical new artificial intelligence engine in the SPANKMASTER 2050 intrigued her. She would not be spanked; she had set the machine in TEST mode. But, as she squirmed anxiously over the padded bench, wearing only her t-shirt and underpants, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl awaiting punishment. "So, how many times a week do you diddle yourself, girl?" the masculine Scottish voice asked. Debbie blushed and nervously bit her lip. She had playfully chosen the incredibly sexy SEAN CONNERY voice, but now the artificial intelligence engine "mind prober" had scanned her mind and selected the "crime" of masturbation. How humiliating! "N-ne-never...Sir!" she stammered. "It was three times this week, you randy minx!" Headmaster Connery growled. "Lying strumpets get the CANE...on the BARE!" She was impressed that a mere machine could effortlessly expose her darkest secrets. But her admiration turned to horror as the news interrupted the background muzak. "A computer bug has been found in the SPANKMASTER product. This causes so-called test spankings to be administered full force and broadcasts the punishments to dozens of Internet spanking sites. Company engineers warn customers to use the EMERGENCY STOP feature...." She was alone; the office door was double locked. She sweated and strained against the restraints as she frantically struggled to reach the enormous and tantalizingly close EMERGENCY STOP button. The large red button was ridiculously easy to reach...if you weren't strapped bottom up over the spanking bench. "A baker's dozen, you juicy minx!" the headmaster chortled. Debbie blushed crimson as the machine teasingly peeled down her knickers.... She squirmed as the cane SWISHED! practice strokes through the air, occasionally pausing to playfully tap a test stroke against her flinching, squirming bottom cheeks. The teasing headmaster chuckled about her "tight, saucy fanny." Debbie knew the wicked machine was probing her mind to make the anticipation as painful and embarrassing as possible.... The first six strokes were agonizing. The headmaster interrogated her in detail about her sexual fantasies, threatening "extra strokes for lying." She looked anxiously at the machine's Internet cable. The cameras were broadcasting both her spanking and her humiliating sexual confession to anyone who cared to watch.... But lying meant extra strokes! After number six, the headmaster disapprovingly noted her distracting arousal." She blushed as the machine spread her legs and began rubbing her wet sex with the tip of the cane. "Hump the stick, you randy vixen!" the headmaster ordered. "Seven more stripes after you relieve the pressure." Debbie froze. "I said, 'HUMP'!" the headmaster urged, punctuating the command with a CRACK! of a new implement -- a razor strap -- across her tender bare cheeks. She tried to ignore the headmaster's laughter and the sound of the cameras zooming in as she obediently began rocking her hips.... Edited by C. Lakewood