Hazel gets to her feet, disoriented. She helps Roxy up, her diaper crinkling. The hands widen threateningly, but they continue.
'Okay, we - uh - got our diapers and stuff, so can we leave?'
A metal something clangs above the ceiling angrily.
'Babies do not leave the nursery,' the voice says. 'For your actions, spankings.'
The metal arms dart back back down to Hazel and Roxy, hastily pulling their fresh diapers down. The girls yelp in unison as the hardest spankings of their lives are carried out.