TALYER DISCIPLINA -- SUMI
Sumi heard her name called and put down the glossy magazine she'd been paging through. She stood, straightening her uniform. She was at the Sumikat Talyer Disciplina--the Pinnacle Disciplina Studio. She'd accrued two "punishment points" (one for an overly aggressive lane-change in front of a higher-order citizen, one for violating her superior-imposed diet by getting a dessert!) and while she could afford a few more without too much difficulty, being a punishment officer meant that you didn't let them pile up.
So she went to her punishment parlor.
There were a variety of possible ones--from the more "classy ones" which she was at, to the low-quarter versions that often were either shakily qualified (meaning your points wouldn't always come off) or illicitly ended with the subject orgasming (which, if they were caught, were shut down with penalties for the owners and maybe the staff).
In her case, as a punishment officer, she had electronic money that would spend at the fully certified parlors which meant the points were guaranteed to come off and the punishments were always appropriate.
The receptionist waved her in, giving her a warm smile that was only about 10% 'wicked.' Nobody wanted to be at one of these--but if the points accumulated, they would accrue interest until the punishment got... really bad.
"Sumi!" the girl said, giving her a quick embrace.
Sumi returned it. She knew better than most that bearing one's punishment with aplomb was expected--the higher echelon you were, the better you were expected to take it.
"Who did I draw?" Sumi asked, releasing the girl.
"Nail--your favorite!"
MMph. Sumi grinned--but a bit weakly. Nail was a trim, submissive, attractive boy who was an unexpectedly skilled disciplinarian. Still, while this wasn't an extremely mild "maintenance" punishment, it was only two points. She stepped onto the scale as the reception girl keyed in her code to attach the measurement to her appointment file.
Next she stripped down her panties and hung them on one of the provided posts. They would be visible--part of the treatment--but they were next to several pairs of similar undergarments, including a thick cloth diaper.
She also removed her shoes and socks and placed them in the assigned cubby hole.
Down the hall, she could see a bit into open doors and hear gasps and whimpers. Most people attending the Talyer Disciplina were here more or less by choice. The punishments would certainly be unpleasant--but they were calibrated to leave the subject remorseful and a bit humiliated--not to apply judicial standards of discomfort.
Still: ugh. She was led into a waiting bay and the receptionist watched, smirking, as she removed her skirt and hung in. Now naked from her waist down, she climbed into the chair--it had freshly replaced pads on it where she sat, and she put her feet through hoops in the stirrups and her hands through hoops on the arm-rests. The restraints sealed with a faint hiss.
The receptionist beamed: very good, Sumi! "Sit tight. Nail will be here soon."
She gave Sumi a pat on the inner thigh--unpleasantly intimate given her state of helplessness and undress but then turned and exited. Sumi lay her head back. There was a monitor overhead, placed so she could see it.
It came to life, flicking for moments with conflicting signals. Then Krystal Clove, a cartoon pegasus appeared. Ugh--better and better... Miss Krystal was her personal AI kaibigan--'friend'--a personal routine the central system assigned to many citizens designed to "look after her."
Miss Krystal folded her hooves, looking piercingly into Sumi's eyes. Sumi felt herself blush and quailed slightly. She forced a smile.
"Mistress Krystal!" she said with inauthentic cheer. In truth, she didn't hate the character--yes, it caused her trouble--but it was in other ways appealing and capable. Plus it provided a direct, if incomprehensible, channel into the Central System that ran Tersnia. If Miss Krystal wanted anything of Sumi, it was, she'd learned, for her own good--however unpleasant it might be.
"You're authorized deserts on Fridays," Miss Krystal scolded. "What were you thinking, Sumi? You know a girl's figure is one of her greatest assets!?"
"Yes, Mistress, Krystal," Sumi said. "I'm sorry. It was a lapse."
The cartoon pegasus ruffled its wings and snorted. "I could fill a pair of rubber pants with with gooey cake and have you wear them for a day!" Miss Krystal considered. "In addition to a good yeast infection, I'm sure you'd find it an educational punishment!"
"Ugh! Mistress!" Sumi's distress was mostly for show. She had to grovel before the thing to mollify it. "Please don't do that!" Her pleading was on point, it seemed and the cartoon relented a little.
"I wanted to talk to you about this American girl you've seen---"
Sumi's surprise wasn't extreme: she was aware that the systems had a good amount of information sharing. It certainly was probably that her AI would weigh in on her activities with possible girlfriends. It was especially unpleasant to do this now--but maybe the AI knew that.
However, she was surprised about what the AI said next.
"There are some data anomalies with that girl," said the pegasus, scowling. "I think you should look into her."
"Data... anomalies?" Sumi was baffled.
"Yes!" the cartoon snapped irritatedly. "I have access to lots of peripheral information and there are elements that don't align properly. In my capacity as an agent of Central, I'm telling you that I approve of you getting to know her and finding out if there's a reason for the misalignment."
"What--what misalignment?" Sumi wasn't sure what that meant. The AIs often couldn't shed much information into why they thought what they thought. Usually, however, they could provide at least cursory information about their directives.
"I believe some information about her has been obscured," said the pegasus. Sumi could see that the image certainly looked pissed. Not a good situation for something that could have her punished badly.
She opened her mouth, but: "I can't explain it better than that," the image said. Miss Krystal sounded more than a bit petulant. "But as a biological servant of Central, you are well positioned to find out if she is aware of any substantial secrets she's keeping. Plus, she's cute--which means I approve of your interest in her."
Ugh.
At that moment, a figure appeared in the doorway. Nail. He was about her height and always looked more than a little "put upon." He wore scrubs with cartoon images of penitent looking cute 'puppies and kitties' on them with reddened more human-looking buttocks--and even low fidelity genitals.
He gave her a slight smile.
"Sumi Dela Cruz!" he walked over to where she was restrained to the chair.
"Hi," she said, feeling a very unwelcome blush cover her. He was looking at her face rather than her naked, spread legs--that was nicer--of course he was going to punish her momentarily so that wasn't going to last.
"Driving and diet," he commented, looking at his tablet. He gave her a glance.
She sheepishly squirmed, and glanced away. "I knew the desert was bad. The driving was a mistake."
He nodded. He patted her inner thigh. "We all make mistakes--and we all get to pay for them." She nodded. As a punishment officer, she was more commonly in the reverse position.
"Your kaibigan wants you given extra attention."
"She said that!?" Sumi was hugely annoyed. Miss Krystal was usually enthusiastic about getting her punished--but she'd felt she'd behaved fairly well just now!
