Disciplinarium - Part 3
Author: Milard 1
As outlined in Disciplinarium I, discipline
options now exist for parents, teachers, and guardians. The
disciplinarium machines were designed to provide corporal
punishment without the messy attachment that comes with having to
do it yourself.
Jeremy, a blonde, blue eyed 12 year old, had just spent the most
miserable night of his life, having been made to visit the
"machine" twice in one night. Now, arriving home
late, his mother had smacked his butt with her wooden spoon, and
told him that she was going to send him to "the
machine" in the morning, so that he could learn to come home
when she told him to.
Sobbing, Jeremy walked slowly upstairs to his bedroom where he
removed his shirt and shorts, and stood looking in his dresser
mirror at his butt. It was a deep red color, with 4
parallel cane marks showing, and several smaller marks from the
rods which went both horizontally and vertically down his butt,
making for a sort of bright red tic-tac-toe type of
pattern. He walked across the hallway to the bathroom, and
slid into a calming bath full of cool water. Later, he went
to bed, sleeping on his stomach.
Morning dawned early, and he heard his mother yelling for him to
get up. He got out of bed, and realized that his bottom,
although sore, felt about 100% better than last night. When
he looked in the mirror, all he could see were the cane lines,
and they seemed to be fading. He was famished, and eagerly
dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Breakfast was
sitting on the table, but what was sitting next to it caused his
heart to stop. His mother had placed a "chit" on
the table for him. He knew that his butt was going to
suffer some more, as he would be required to report to the
machine within the hour. His mother did not even say hello
to him, simply leaving him with his breakfast. She refused
to talk to him at all. Slowly he drank his juice, and put
the chit on his card. He now had one hour to make his
appearance. He walked slowly from the house, turning right
down maple street 6 blocks to elm to the bright disciplinarium
sign. This was a newer unit than the on!
e he had been to last night, and he hoped that they would not
know that he had been disciplined twice before, all within 24
hours. He carefully slid his card through the reader, and
entered the waiting area. Since it was Saturday morning,
and apparently a time when many parents decided to have their
kids "serviced", there were at least half a dozen kids
waiting. He took a seat, and looked around. There
were 3 boys, and 4 girls present. That was unusual, to see
so many girls there. The boys were all younger than he was,
as were 2 of the girls. The other two girls appeared to be
sisters, about 12-14 years old, he thought. Luckily, he
did not know anyone. He settled himself into the hard
plastic seat, and awaited his turn.
A matron came out of the room, and told them to all listen.
She said that since there were so many children to be serviced,
it would be necessary for them all to be ready to go at a
moment's notice. She made them all stand in line, in order
of service. She then passed out plastic bags, and advised
them to remove their clothes and put them into the bags, and then
stand in line. She said any hesitation or delay would result in
additional punishments. Jeremy, having received the 4 cane
strokes as "additions", did not hesitate. He was the
first child to strip off his clothes and put them in the
bag. Slowly, the others seemed to get the picture.
They started to undress, but were mostly down to their underwear
when the matron came back out. She added additional
strokes to everyone except Jeremy, who stood in like totally
naked. He felt kind of smug, as he knew that he was the
only one who would not get "extras". Looking
aroud him, he saw that the first two little boys in fr!
ont of the line were removing their underpants now. Both
had skinny little bottoms, which Jeremy knew would feel the
punishment more than a fuller bottom. Just as he thought
that, the third child, one of the older girls, removed her
panties and showed everyone what a fuller bottom looked
like. Jeremy then realized that everyone in the room was
naked. He looked down at the smooth pink bottom of the 10
year old boy in front of him, and was embarassed to realize that
his own boyhood was rising, in spite of his best efforts to
"think it down". Just then, the parade of
children moved forward.
This disciplinarium had 4 machines which were able to work at the
same time, making short work of the backlog of kids. Soon,
the two small boys, and two of the littler girls came out, crying
their eyes out. As they past, Jeremy (and everyone else in
the room) fastened their eyes on the parade of bottoms. As
he thought, the little boys butts were both bright red, as was
the first little girl's butt. The other little girl's butt
was striped with verticle lines. It was apparent that she
had been caned, which is a serious punishment for a 10 year old,
boy, or girl. Just then, the line started to move, and, his
eyes on the butt in front of him, Jeremy made his way into the
waiting "arms" of machine #4.
Silently, the straps gripped his body into the now familiar pose,
as he was bent over, and his legs separated. The video
screen came to life in front of him, listing his name, and the
notation "Strap - 10 strokes". Then, another line
formed and said "punishment is doubled for 2nd visit in 24
hours, and the number changed to "20". Then, it
changed again with the same doubled message, and went to
"40". Without knowing it, his mother had
sentenced him to 4 times the puishment she thought, due to his
previous punishments!
A whistling sound followed by a loud crack, followed by a severe
burning in his butt, and Jeremy knew that his punishment was
starting all over again. He opened his eyes and stared at
his bottom in the screen, as the strap founds its' way up and
down his butt, never seeming to hurry, but always striking.
He felt like he was on fire. Tears flowed down his face,
and his nose ran like he had a terrible cold. At stroke 25,
the arm on the machine rotated up, and proceeded to apply the
last strokes vertically, from right to left. At stroke 32,
the strap found his boyhole, and moved in to repeat it's painful
trip over and over there. Jeremy scremed out in terror as
the strap found its' mark, over and over. Slowly, it worked
to his left butt cheek, and the pain ended as the machine stood
him upright. Knowing that he had only 3 minutes to swipe
his card again, he ran to his clothes bag, threw on his shorts
and swiped his card. He could not remember such pain
before. He slowly!
walked out into the sunshine, and cried his way home.
His mother was waiting for him, and told him that she was happy
he was crying so, and that she hoped he had learned his lesson.
Sobbing, he went to his room, where he laid on his stomach, and
rubbed his butt. He only hoped he could go another 24 hours
at least before he would have to again approach the
"machine"!