Phoebe's Surprise Spankings

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 Phoebe walked around the village, a thoughtful look on the ostrich’s face.  The cool bird was so deep in her mind, she only barely caught how many people were saying hi to her, and waved back with a smile on her beak.  /Man, I’m cool!/ she thought to herself, wandering into the forest.  /But I don’t just want to be cool.  I want people to think—no, /know!/--that I’m touch as nails, sparky!  I want to prove to everyone that I’m the toughest bird in the entire village! . . . But how can I do that?/
She wandered around the woods, looking at the trees as she went through all the possibilities.  When she thought of an idea, her eyes would sparkle, but she would dismiss it just as quickly—it wasn’t good enough for her purposes.  Lifting a dozen weights?  Good, but she had just done that this morning!  Jogging ten miles?  She could jog twenty miles no problem!  There had to be something. . .
Phoebe looked up, and suddenly realized she was in an isolated area of the forest, a place she (and likely no other person, for that matter) had never been to.  And hidden behind the bushes in front of her was some sort of machine.
She walked up to it and examined it.  It had no markings or letters on it.  There was an arm in front of it, presumably for somebody to lie down, and a compartment behind it.  Curious, Phoebe pressed a big green button—the only button on the thing—and laid down on the arm.  Perhaps it was a back massager!
Without warning, the arm tightened around her, sealing her in place.  “Prepare for your spanking,” a robotic voice said.  “Level One: Cane.”
“What?!” Phoebe said, alarmed.
She heard the sound of something extending from the machine, and her tail feathers were lifted, revealing her bare ass.  Then another sound, and then she was struck.
The bird cried out in pain as the cane hit her butt cheek.  It was a hollow cane, so it didn’t hurt as much as it could have, but it still hurt quite a bit, leaving a rod-shaped mark on her ass.  The cane came down again on the other side, and the ostrich yowled, the sharp, focused pain overloading her senses.  “Holy crackers!” she screeched.  “Why are you doing this?”
Water came out and splashed on her butt, soaking her feathers and giving a small bit of relief.  Was it over?
“Level Two: Paddle,” the robotic voice said, uncaring.  There was a whirring sound, and Phoebe had a sinking feeling.  Then she was hit again.
As the paddle slapped her ass, covering most of her left butt cheek with the hit, she flashed back to being spanked as a child, remembering the shame and embarrassment.  Tears flowed from her eyes, and she sobbed.  “Please, please stop!” she screamed, wriggling around in the sealed arm, trying to get out.  “I’ve had enough!  Stop it, please!”
The machine either didn’t hear her or didn’t care, because a moment later, she was slapped again, and again, spanked multiple times by the robot.
It wasn’t hollow like the cane, and had a wider surface area, so the paddle hit much harder than the cane did.  The smooth, wooden surface left quite a mark on her, filling her butt cheeks with bruises.  The bird screamed and cried, squirming more and trying to get the machine to release!  Instead, another appendage came out of it, and sealed around her hips, then another one sealed around her legs, making her struggles more difficult.  And so, she was spanked relentlessly, until finally, it was over.
Water came down again, and for a moment, Phoebe believed it might be over.  Was the machine done?  But then it said, “Level Three, belt.”
“Belt?!” the ostrich yelped.  “Oh, no no no, please!”  But she heard a whirring sound, and a moment later, the belt came down on her.
It was one thing being spanked—but being whipped was a whole different matter.  This brought a whole new level of pain as the leather object dug into her flesh, leaving more fresh marks on her body.  She screamed at her loudest, remembering her childhood, and begged, “Stop, please!  Mercy!”  But the machine did not stop.
It whipped her again and again, the surface of the belt not having the same consistency as the other objects.  It was harsh and unpredictable, and eventually, the belt buckle was used to hit her.  She screamed as the cold metal hit her flesh, digging in deep, her bruises turning purple.  “Mercy, mercy, mercy!” she begged.  “Please!”
There was a pause.  Had the machine heard her.  “Registered,” the robotic voice said.  Her legs were released, then her hips, then her waist, and she was lowered to the ground.  “Thank you for experiencing the Spankster 5000.  To change your settings, use the panel on the side.  Lie down if you wish to be spanked again.”  And just like that, it was over.
Phoebe did a little spanking dance, hopping around and rubbing her butt cheeks, screaming (good thing nobody could hear her this far out in the woods).  It took a long time, but once she was satisfied, she took a moment to catch her breath, breathing in deep and hard, her butt absolutely throbbing in pain.  That had been such an intense experience, one she certainly hadn’t expected—especially in the woods!  But at least it was over now . . . right?
However, as much as she tried to deny it, she couldn’t deny that she had . . . enjoyed the experience a little bit.  Being that helpless while being smacked around like that was a real turn on, and she actually liked it.
And she waned more.  She wanted /a lot/ more, in fact.
With a smirk, Phoebe lay back down on the machine, and waited for her punishment.
She was definitely sleeping on her stomach tonight.