ChatGPT/Bing Image Generator

I expect one might find that the story conformed to the stereotype imagined by a writer here who titled her story something like "another two naughty schoolgirls get a bare bottom spanking" in a cynical effort to get more reads.

I’ve toyed with it enough to get some fun results. You have to keep tweaking as you go and certainly the result isn’t as good as one any good author here would write. But it’s fun and surprising to see what it comes up w and can feel spontaneous. You just have to be okay w weird things coming out of left field like ai not understanding concepts any human knows.

Would anyone object if I generated a story using ai assistance to be uploaded here? Like would that offend ppl? Haha maybe I shouldn’t say it’s ai and see if ppl guess

I’ve for sure had it generate spanking stories and frankly the one usually reining it in to not be outside bounds of what I’m comfortable with.

To write stories using AI, the best medium I've seen so far is Character.ai. As it functions like dialogues, it's possible to have great control over what is being written, as well as to test different types of responses. From what I feel, much of the creative effort remains with the author. The text follows the direction the author wants it to take. Even if it's not for creating a story, it's quite enjoyable to play around with different possibilities of responses and reactions. I haven't had serious problems with censorship specifically on the subject of spanking.

I pasted "The Fonz catches Joanie Cunningham stealing and spanks her on her panties." into https://perchance.org/ai-story-generator
It set the story in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It knew the character's real name and other details from Happy Days.

Another seed: In 1984, Michael Landon spanks Alison Arngrim on her bottom with a switch.
The bot knew what TV show they were on, which characters they played, how Alison Arngrim's character was in a feud with Melissa Gilbert 's character, and that Michael Landon played Alison Arngrim's character's father...

Okay, that last one was a mistake on its part. It also loses track of relationships - once confusing a character who started as a babysitter before turning her into a girlfriend, lover, and wife.

https://perchance.org/ai-story-generator also seems that it was trained on manga style stories. Here is an example of it:
The thought of facing him, or even her mother, was almost unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to crawl under her bed and hide from the world. But she knew that she couldn't. She had to face the consequences of her actions, however painful they might be.

As she continued to pace, she glanced out the window, watching the snow fall gently to the ground. The softness of the flakes seemed to mirror her own fragile state of mind. She wished she could escape this place, this life, and start over somewhere new. Somewhere where no one knew her and she didn't have to live with the constant fear of being discovered.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from down the hall. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that it was her father. He stopped in front of the library door, his expression unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might come in, but then he turned away and continued on his way.


Right now it's a toy, but that may change.

As Julie boarded the bus, her heart raced with equal parts excitement and fear. Eight years was a long time, and she knew that her decision to attend this school would shape the course of her life. The school was known for its strict discipline, and students either emerged as slaves or Ladies. The former endured regular spankings for discipline and maintenance, weekly enemas, and even more unsettling, the dreaded spanking machine where suffering girls felt an ice enema slowly melt into their rectum. These torments were public for all their peers to see. The latter, on the other hand, earned the respect and responsibility of administering discipline to others. It was a precarious balance, but Julie was determined to find her way to the top.

As the bus pulled away from the curb, Julie found herself seated between two other girls, both older than her. They smiled warmly and introduced themselves as Sarah and Emily. They had been at the school for several years and offered to show her around. Julie felt a mixture of relief and apprehension; it was comforting to have someone guide her through this new world, but she knew that she would have to prove herself quickly.

The first few days were a whirlwind of introductions and orientation sessions. Julie met her teachers, her housemother, and her fellow classmates. She learned about the school's strict code of conduct and the importance of discipline in shaping young minds. She also began to understand the hierarchy that existed within the school: there were the senior girls, who were given more responsibility and privileges, and then there were the freshmen, like herself, who were at the bottom of the ladder.

At mealtimes, Julie noticed that the senior girls sat at tables with their own groups, while the freshmen were assigned to tables with mixed ages. This was intended to foster mentorship and camaraderie among the students, but it also meant that Julie had to navigate the complex social dynamics of the school. She quickly befriended Sarah and Emily, who had been assigned to sit with her. They offered her advice on how to survive and thrive at the school, emphasizing the importance of respect, hard work, and discipline.

One afternoon, Julie was called to the principal's office. She had heard rumors about the dreaded spanking machine and the ice enemas, but she had never expected to face them so soon. The principal explained that, as a new student, she would need to undergo a Discipline session to help her adjust to the school's way of life. Julie nodded bravely, trying to hide her fear. She changed into the regulation white cotton undergarments and waited nervously in the Discipline room.

Her name was called, and she was escorted to a small, dimly lit chamber. There, she saw Sarah and Emily, both senior students, standing beside a large wooden table. They smiled reassuringly at her, but their expressions were serious. Julie knew that they were about to experience something that would change their lives forever. She took a deep breath and braced herself as Sarah and Emily guided her over the knee of the principal. The cold, hard wood dug into her flesh as the principal began to spank her bare bottom, delivering stinging blows in rapid succession.

The pain was intense, but Julie focused on the lesson being taught: obedience and respect. She fought back tears, determined not to show weakness in front of her peers. After what seemed like an eternity, the principal finally stopped and allowed her to stand up. Julie's bottom was on fire, but she tried to maintain her composure as she faced the spanking machine. It loomed before her, a towering contraption made of steel and leather. Its menacing appearance was matched only by the fear it inspired in the hearts of all who beheld it.

Sarah and Emily helped Julie into position, guiding her hands and feet into the appropriate restraints. They spoke soothingly to her, reassuring her that she was doing well, that they were with her every step of the way. The machine hummed ominously as it prepared to administer its punishment. Julie closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come.

The ice-cold enema was administered first, filling her bottom with an unyielding chill that made her body convulse involuntarily. She gasped for breath as the frigid liquid entered her most private parts, causing her to shudder with cold. The sensation was both intense and foreign, but she forced herself to endure it, knowing that it was an essential part of her transformation.

After what felt like an eternity, the enema was finally removed, and she was allowed a brief moment to catch her breath. She lay there, trembling from the cold and the pain, as Sarah and Emily helped her into a sitting position. They offered her a warm towel to wipe herself clean and tenderly patted her back, assuring her that she had done well.

As Julie regained her composure, she took in her surroundings. The Discipline room was a place of both fear and respect, where students were taught the value of obedience and self-discipline. The spanking machine and the ice enema were not tools of punishment, but rather instruments of transformation. They were meant to shape young girls like Julie into the strong, confident, and capable women they were destined to become.

She thought back to her old life, filled with disobedience and apathy. She knew now that she had been heading down a path of self-destruction. But here, at this school, she had been given a second chance. A chance to become someone better, someone who mattered.

The bus ride seemed to last forever, but eventually they arrived at the school. It was a massive stone building, looming over the surrounding countryside like a fortress. Its walls were adorned with banners bearing the crest of the school: a lion and a unicorn locked in battle, symbolizing the balance of power and gentility that defined their world. As she followed Sarah and Emily through the grand entrance hall, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the place.

They were led to the dormitories, where they would live for the next eight years. The rooms were spacious and well-appointed, each containing four beds, a large wardrobe, and a writing desk. The walls were adorned with posters of famous historical figures and inspirational quotes. Julie's heart fluttered with excitement and anticipation as she unpacked her belongings and began to settle in.

As she explored her new surroundings, she couldn't help but notice the disciplinary measures in place. There were rules posted everywhere, reminding students of their responsibilities and the consequences of disobedience. The Discipline Room, where she had been spanked earlier, loomed large in her mind, its presence serving as a constant reminder of the importance of self-control and respect.

The next morning, Julie rose early for breakfast, eager to begin her first day of classes. The dining hall was a grand hall with long wooden tables and high, arched windows that let in streams of morning sunlight. The walls were adorned with paintings of famous alumnae and portraits of the current headmistress, Lady Catherine, who ruled the school with an iron fist.

As she ate her breakfast, Julie couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. On the one hand, she was excited to finally begin her transformation into a proper lady; on the other, she was terrified of the Discipline Room and the strict rules that governed the school. She knew that one wrong move could land her in trouble and set her back years in her journey to becoming a respectable woman.

Her first class of the day was History, taught by the esteemed Lady Agatha. The classroom was a stately chamber with a high ceiling, adorned with ancient tapestries and a large chalkboard. Lady Agatha herself was an imposing figure, with silver hair pulled back into a tight bun and a stern yet kindly expression. As Julie took her seat, she noticed that the other students were already well-versed in the subject matter, having read the assigned texts over the summer. She felt a pang of nervousness, wondering if she would be able to keep up.

As the class progressed, Julie found herself engrossed in the stories of famous queens and nobles who had come before her. Lady Agatha's lectures were engaging and informative, painting a vivid picture of a world where power and influence were wielded with grace and diplomacy. She couldn't help but feel inspired by these women and their accomplishments.

During a break, she had the opportunity to speak with Sarah and Emily, who had also been in the Discipline Room that morning. They assured her that it was nothing to be ashamed of and that it was a normal part of life at the school. They told her about some of their own experiences with the Discipline Room and how they had grown from them. Their stories made her feel less alone and more determined to embrace her new life at the school.

The rest of the day flew by, with classes in Geography, Science, and Mathematics. Julie found herself enjoying each subject, despite the challenge they presented. She also took advantage of her free time to explore the library, which was filled with ancient texts and rare books on history, literature, and the arts. The librarian, a stern but kind woman named Miss Potter, took Julie under her wing and helped her find books on etiquette and proper ladylike behavior.

At lunch, Julie sat with Sarah and Emily, sharing stories about their first day of classes. They discussed the various subjects they were taking and their impressions of their teachers. Julie found herself growing closer to them as they shared their experiences and advice with her. They also talked about the Discipline Room, each of them recounting their own encounters with it and how they had learned from their mistakes.

After lunch, Julie had her final class of the day, Art History. The classroom was a bright and airy space, filled with paintings and sculptures from various periods and cultures. The teacher, a young, energetic woman named Miss Granger, captivated the class with her passion for the subject. As they studied the great masters of the Renaissance and the Baroque periods, Julie found herself drawn into the world of art, discovering a newfound appreciation for the beauty and elegance that could be achieved through skill and discipline.
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Mother asks daughter if she wishes to be sent to a Discipline school where she will be subject to regular spankings for Discipline and maintenance. Weekly enemas would be given and Discipline enemas. Not to mention the dreaded spanking machine where suffering girls feel an ice enema slowly melt into their rectum and these torments are public for all their peers to see. Worst of all, if a girl becomes addicted and has multiple orgasms while being Disciplined, then she is collared and branded. Her only choice if she wishes to be owned by a female, entity or male. Julie decides she wants to attend. For, if she overcomes her needs, she could potentially become a Lady who could administer Discipline to others. Besides, the school offered a superior education
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So the first article is the story the AI came up with from the brief description I posted afterward. As you can tell, lot's of discrepancy and use of familiar names and descriptions from well known works. Also a bit disjointed. Don't think we writers have anything to fear, for now, but it is quite evident that they've come a long way in a short time.

I have played around with this for a while and its possible to generate a storyline which is reasonably coherent. The style may jar but by repeatedly requesting paragraph rewrites something more acceptable may emerge. A frustration I have is the prompt for future story direction. This seems to have little or no effect on what actually emerges and hence gives the human author little control over the storyline.
Given this, I will continue to write my own unaided in the hope the LSF readership enjoy them.

I just tried this with an unfinished story of my own, and the generator did in fact come up with a scene which was in my original story, which I found interesting, because I had used the idea of that scene from an existing well known vanilla story

I have tried to get the program to develop stories based on the early Doctor Who series. I have done this because I can see they already have sufficient background on the characters and scenarios to generate material which is consistent with what has gone before. Also of course from our point of view those early tales feature a mischievous teenage girls living in a family environment aboard the Tardis. Current stories are of course very different.
And in fact, with patience, the output can be quite good. Not out of line with the Doctor Who story I submitted here several years back.
As I said, my major frustration is inability to control the story direction

I've found a trick that gives a bit more control: Editing the story it has already produced. Delete some of what is there, edit the words, and that shifts the story... But you still don't have total control. I've also found using adjectives such as cruel and mean will keep it from becoming another "doing it for own good" story.

For those of you playing with AI, I have three questions. 1) Are there any particular hardware requirements, i.e. can you use any computer or even a tablet? 2) Are there any security concerns with using these programs? 3) How do you store the stories that are generated; can you download them to a flash drive (yes, I'm old-fashioned)?

Thanks. Interesting discussion and very illuminating.