Disciplinarium - Part 2

Author: Milard 1

The reasons behind, and the operation of discipline machines is outlined in the first story, entitled
"DISCIPLINARIUM".  Suffice it to say, the machines were an instant success.

Jeremy Higgens, 12 years old, blonde haired, of average build, had just finished with his first session in the disciplinarium.  A police officer had ordered the punishment because he had run his bike through a stop sign, and hit a passing car.  Jeremy had never been to the machine before, and did not know what to expect.  He was shocked to find that the policewoman had ordered a level II punishment for him.  Due to not knowing exactily what to do, he had earned 4 additional cane strokes to the 20 paddle strokes he initially earned.

As Jeremy left the building, the pain and stiffness in his butt was building, if anything.  He slipped his hand down the waistband of his shorts, under his jockeys, and felt his butt.  It felt hard, and he could feel the individual cane marks.  Oh, he knew he would not forget this night!  Walking slowly to his bike, he knew that he would have to ride standing up. He pulled the bike from the rack, and discovered that it had a flat tire in the front.  Apparently, this was a result of hitting the car.  He knew that he was in trouble now, as he was due home in 20 minutes, and it would take him at least 1/2 hour of fast walking to push the bike.  His mother's major rule was that he be inside the house by 9 pm.  Although she had never spanked him, she indicated that if he ever broke that rule, he would regret it for a long time.

As he started to quickly push the bike home, a sudden urge came over him.  He really, really needed to take a crap!  He could have gone when he was in the disciplinarium, (before his session), but the only way back in now was to swipe his card.  He didn't know what would happen then, but also did not want to find out!
There were no stores or gas stations on his way home.
He didn't know if it was a result of the punishment, or nerves, but he did know that he was going to go, whether or not he found a bathroom.  Spotting an alley ahead across the street, he ran his bike over, and down the alley to a dumpster.  He quickly pulled down his pants, and squated next to the dumpster, where he "gave birth to a log" as his brother would say.  He looked around for some scrap paper to wipe with, when suddenly the whole alley lit up.  In his haste, he had not noticed a police car following him into the alley.  On reflection, it did look suspicious for a boy to be running, pushing a bike across the street into an alley.

The policeman asked him just what the hell he thought he was doing.  He tried to explain that he had an emergency, as he moved to pull up his pants.  Young man, you are in serious trouble.  Don't you know it is against the law to go around exposing yourself in public?  Don't you know it is against the law to litter?  Jeremy stuttered out an explination, but the policeman would have none of it. Instead, he asked for, and received Jeremy's identification card. He put a chip on the back of the card!!  Jeremy, in a panic, begged him not to do that, saying that he had just come from there.  The policeman said "Well, isn't that nice, they should take real good care of you.  You know that if you are sent back within 24 hours, they double the punishment, don't you?  Also, this rates as a sexual deviant punishment, the very worst kind.  Boy, kid, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, or in your pants!"

The cop then told him that he had a choice about the littering chip he was about to give him also.  He said he was inclined to ignore it, if Jeremy would clean up after himself.  Jeremy was stunned.  He had no way to clean up, but he also knew that he could not take another chip.  In disgust, he reached down and picked up his "deposit" and threw it in the dumpster.  Standing there, in tears, looking at his hands, he started to sob, as the cop turned out his lights, and told him to "have a nice day".  Jeremy rustled in the dumpster and found some old used paper towels.  He wiped his hands, and then, looking around, quickly pulled down his pants and wiped his ass. 

He knew he was in trouble now. The law was that if you got a chit, you had one hour to register in a disciplinarium.  The closest one was back where he had come from.  With a deep sigh, and feeling really sorry for himself, he pushed his bike back to the disciplinarium.  With a shutter, for the second time in so many hours, he pushed the door open, and swiped his card.  The waiting room held two twin girls, dressed in
matching little dresses.  He guessed them to be about 9 or 10.  Next to them was a policeman.  Jeremy quickly went into the restroom, and washed himself off.  When he returned, he heard the policeman telling the little girls that since the bad boy had tried to touch them, they were going to be allowed to witness his spanking!
He then put a key in a switch in the wall, and a monitor lit up, showing the naked backside of a boy.  Jeremy guessed him to be about 15 or 16.  It was apparent that he had hair "down there", unlike Jeremy.
Just then, the robotic arm swung down with a viscious stroke.  Jeremy had never seen anything like it, and apparently neither had the twins, as they asked the policeman what that was.  He told them that it was a plastic form of a birch rod, that it is only used on bad children who are guilty of some sexual deviancy.
He said that the rod would work up and down the boy's backside, and even work inside, where it would "really hurt, and make him remember not to try to molest little girls."  Turning back to the screen, they were able to watch as the rods did their job.  It was apparent that the boy was in anguish, although no sound was coming through, the rods were marking his buttocks in a horrible fashion.  Then, the arm repositioned itself, his legs were pulled apart, and the rods fell right along his crack, from top to bottom.  The poor fellow tried with all his might to move, but he was held there.  Finally, the arms moved away and the boy was stood up and his bands removed.  Then, he emerged, staggering to the recption machine to retrieve his card within the alloted time.  He could hardly walk.  The policeman called him over, and made him drop his pants and show the girls his bottom.  With a shudder, he pulled down his jeans.  He was not wearing underwear. His whole bottom area was a mas!
s of red streaks, with little blisters.  He sobbed as he bent over.  The policeman then released him, and stood up with the little girls, just as Jeremy's name was called.

Jeremy quickly rushed into the dressing room, and stripped off his shirt, and shorts.  He had thrown away his jockey shorts in the restroom due to extensive "skid marks".  He moved into the machine room, and quickly stood on the foot marks, and raised his hands above his head to the pistol grips.  A familiar feeling happened then, as he was fastened by the machine, and gently bent over.  The monitor lit up in front of him, and gave his name, and the chilling "LEVEL III" sexual deviant punishment, doubled for returning within 24 hours.  Then the strokes listed.  They went to 30, then doubled to 60! 

Jeremy's heart stopped beating as he looked over his shoulder and saw the same rod that had so recently beaten the older boy.  He screamed and sobbed, but the machine simply took aim, and brought the awful rods down onto his butt.  He immediately felt a glowing type of pain on his right cheek, but it actually wasn't all that bad.  Certainly not as bad as the paddle. It is just that my butt is so sore, he thought, as the arm visited his left cheek.  Another glow, then the arm began a random pattern of left and right, working up and down his butt.  After 10 strokes, he started to cry, after 20, he began to scream.  As the last ten strokes were given in an "upstroke" motion, the machine moved his legs forward, so that he was again in the shape of a letter "C".  Ten strokes were given rapidly, upon what he considered to be the most sensitive part of his bottom.  Then there was a pause.  Through tear stressed eyes, he looked at the monitor, and saw that the number "30" still showed!
.  Below it, was a picture of his butt.  It looked ravaged!  Vertical and horizonal stroke marks showed everywhere, and he could even see the 4 cane marks showing through.  He knew that he just couldn't take anymore, especially on his lower butt.  Then, the machine came to life again.
In answer to his thoughts, he received 20 rapid, hard strokes to his soft underbuttocks.  He was in so much pain that he could not even cry out.  Then, the machine stopped, and moved him forward, and then spread his legs out to their fullest extent.  NO! Not there, his brain cried out, as the machine changed position, and brought down a stroke from over his head, right along his butt crack.  He had never felt anything like it.  He did not have a second to consider it, however, before the second stroke hit. He realized that they were hitting lower into his crack.  By the 5th stroke, his boyhole was being struck, and to his total horror, the last two strokes hit him right in the balls.  He almost passed out.  Then, he was stood upright, and the machine told him to leave, get dressed, and pick up his card.  He was advised to do this within 3 minutes, or incur punishment strokes. 

Hobbling to the changing room, he pulled on his shirt, and gingerly stepped into his shorts, only to scream as the cotton rubbed his butt.  He made it to the entrance machine in time, and again walked toward the door.  He happened to notice two wide eyed 10 year old boys sitting there, and a 15 year old girl, who was smiling at him.  It was then that he saw that the monitor had been left on, and realized that they had seen his whole punishment!

He quickly left the building and proceeded to push his bike home.  When he arrived, his mother was waiting, with a worried expression on his face.  Before he could even attempt to explain, she turned him around, and hit him 4 strong strokes with a wooden spoon.  She told him to not say a word, but just go up to bed, becasue first thing in the morning, she was going to take him to one of those discipline machines!