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Disciplinarium - Part 4

As outlined in the previous three stories, the government, in response to the terrible rise in violent crimes by children, passed a child discipline act in the year 2001. The law mandated parents, guardians, juvenile authorities, police, school teachers, principals etc to use corporal punishment to control their charges, up to the age of 18. The giant Toshiba Corporation patented and devised a discipline machine which was used throughout the land.

We followed Jeremy, a 12 year old boy, through 3 different sessions in the "machine". When we last saw him, he was on his stomach, in bed at home. Let's see how his day is going so far. After receiving his last punishment, Jeremy decided to hide in his room and do nothing for the next 24 hours, so that he wouldn't: 1) receive ANY more punishment, and 2) wouldn't receive any more doubled punishments for having been punished within a 24 hour period.

Jeremy's door flew open as his little brother, Josh, who was 10, crashed into his room. Jeremy yelled at him to get out, and Josh, (who knew that Jeremy had been punished, and that any additional punishments within 24 hours counted double), instead swiped Jeremy's prize first baseman's mitt, and started for the door. Jeremy was on him like a cat, and the two were wrestling on the floor, when the door flew open once more. This time, their mother was standing there with her wooden spoon in her hand. She asked what was going on, and who started it. When they both spoke at once, she told them to be quiet. She walked to Jeremy's desk, pulled out his desk chair, and turned it around, so that te back of the chair was resting against the desk, and the seat was sticking out.

She said that she didn't frankly care who started the ruckus, because she was going to finish it! She had Josh come over to the desk. He was starting to cry. She said it as too late for that. She make him take off his shorts, and underoos. He then had to climb onto the chair, clad only in his tennis shoes and socks, and his tee shirt. She had him lean way over the top of the desk, so his hip bones were resting on he top of the chair back.
His upper body was resting on the desk, and his legs were on the chair seat. He was trembling, but new enough to not argue with his mother, who simply would start smacking them until they shut up again, then would continue with their "punishment". She said she would be happy to just spank them all day, if they wanted to keep running their mouths.

Josh had a smallish little boy bottom. There wasn't actually much of a target for his mother to aim at. She made him move forward slightly, and to separate his legs, which immediately showed his litte boy hole, and his bag swinging in time with his sobs. She ran her hand over his little bottom, then, without warning, brought the wooden spoon down sharply on his right butt cheek. Josh screamed as if she had set fire to it. He said later that it felt like she had!

Taking her time, and waitng for her son to settle down, she watched as the red mark formed a perfect picture image of her spoon. Then, she moved slightly to his left, and gave him 3 more smacks, this time on his left butt cheek, moving from the top of his bottom, to abut 1/2 way down. This series of strokes was repeated on the other cheek, and then, she started over, at about the 1/2 way spot, and worked down to the line where his butt cheeks join his thighs. It was on these two lines, and on either side of them that she spent the next 10 minutes, carefully placing her strokes. When she was done, Josh was a subdued little puppy. She had him lay there for a moment longer, as she walked over to Jeremy, and, raising the spoon to his face, said "you never learn, do you?"

Calling to Josh to get up, they watched as he stood up, and immediately put his hands onto his butt, which he proceeded to knead back and forth. If he wasn't the next in line, Jeremy would have laughed out loud. He was then told to go and take Josh's place, and Josh was told to lie down on the bed until after she was done with Jeremy. Jeremy quickly removed his clothes, and assumed the same position that Josh had been in. His bottom, however, clearly showed the imprints of the discipinarium machine's strap. His mother gently ran her fingers over the marks, and without counting, knew that there were more here than the 10 she had ordered him to have. She made him explain why he got so many. She took it all in, and, with gently fingers, spread his butt cheeks apart, which showed her what she had expected to see. The skin along his crack area was pure white. It was obvious to her that the strap had not visited here. Not wanting to over-punish Jeremy, but knowing that she had to do something, she had him turn around, putting his legs on the top of the desk, and his chest on the chair seat. Then, she pulled his legs apart, and with a practiced aim, placed 10 solid hits right inside his butt crack area. When she had finished, he was red from top to bottom, including his little boy hole. She told him that he should count himself lucky that somebody cared enough to punish him. He was told to get up, and as he did, he (and his mother) recognized that the excitment and fear had given rise to an erection. He tried to put his hands in front of it, but was unable to do so. He heard a laugh and snort and saw his little sister Cheryl, who was about 9 1/2 years old. She had snuck the door open, and saw everything.

Jeremy's mom picked her up with one strong arm, pulled her over her knee, shoved up her dress, and pulled her panties off, throwing them onto Jeremy's bed, as she proceeded to paddle Cheryl's cringing bottom. She carried Cheryl out, holding her so that her bottom was shoved out, as she whacked away.

Jeremy laid on the bed next to a still sobbing Josh. He told him that he had to be really careful, and not get mom mad at either one of them for a couple of days.
With the sound of Cheryl's cries coming from her room, the brothers made a solemn pact that one of the 3 of the children would get to visit the Disciplinarium that very day, and it wouldn't be either of them! (Oh, how cruel fate can be sometimes).
Stay tuned for more adventures.