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"!