Hazel gets to her feet, disoriented. The hands widen threateningly, but she continues.
'Okay, I - uh - got my diaper and stuff, so can I 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, hastily pulling her fresh diaper down. She yelps as the hardest spankings of her life are carried out on her.