Please refer to previous FutureSpank stories for background. This is a new series.
Juvenile crime as of January 1st, 2016 was down 45%. Incarcerations at juvenile facilities were down 66%. It seemed to everyone in government that the Disciplinariums were doing their job. Still, there was a nagging doubt in the minds of some Senators and Congressmen. Some speculated it was just a fluke, or the result of a downturn in the birth rate. Others just "didn't know". Thus it was that Jason Bloodline, and Iva Spincter, of DNN's hit television show "The truth" stood outside of Disciplinarium #32, located near the town of New Rockway. They were here to gather information, interview, and follow up. The Disciplinariums are open 24 7, "serving the needs of the upcoming generation" was one of the mottos on the wall of each Disciplinarium. It was cold. Jason lit another cigarette, as if that would really keep him warm. He and Iva stomped their feet, and slurped coffee, awaiting the next child to approach. It was easy to spot those who were coming towards the Disciplinarium. They all stared down at the ground. Most had at least one hand on their backsides, as if to try to ward off the pain they knew that they must endure. With the success of the machines, more and more children were being "serviced". Parents, teachers, boy scout leaders, and judges were some of those who passed out the dreaded punishment cards. Even those who felt that they could "spank their own kids" soon found that it was easier to just give their son or daughter a "chit" and forget about it. There were, of course, those parents who had never laid a hand on their kids, and would not use the machines. Amazingly, those parents tended to have children who ran into trouble with the authorities, and ended up being sentenced by a judge, or written up by a teacher. (A law passed ten years ago allowed teachers to use corporal punishment, even over the objection of parents). Oh, the world was changing.
Iva nudged Jason "here comes one" she said. A thin boy was walking towards them, seemingly surprised by their appearance, and, of course the cameras. "Hello son, I'm Jason, and this is Iva. We're doing a story for DNN television, you've heard of DNN haven't you?... the "Discipline News Network"? When the boy nodded, Jason went on. "Well, we are doing a follow up story, and have chosen this facility to follow three children through. Who gave you your punishment chit?" Jason asked this, hoping the kid would answer. They had to get his permission to conduct the interview. The boy looked up, with red eyes, and said "My ma gave it to me. I'm gonna get ten strokes of the belt. I hit my little sister again, and Ma just pulled me up, handed me my coat, and told me to get over here. I'm scared, mister. I ain't never been to one of these things before." He hugged Jason around the waist, in a silent plea to save himself from the machine. Jason, of course, being a news anchor, said "well lots have been through it, and we have found that they seem to feel it wasn't all that bad. Oh, don't get me wrong son, you will feel it. In fact I am sure your little bottom will be sore, but somehow you will feel relieved also, like you have done something wrong, been punished, and now are forgiven. I know that sounds corny, but its true. Ok if we follow you through the procedure?" The boy nodded, at least he felt this man was being friendly with him. Not a lot of people were.
Jason, Iva, the crew and their lights and equipment all piled into the building. The boy had to swipe his ID card, then put in his punishment chit. In seconds, he was admitted. Signs on the wall directed them to a clothes rack for their coats. The boy was shaking, as he watched a video which ran continually. It told, in plain English, how the procedure worked. If a child had been there before, they could ignore it. However, if this was their first time, if was vitally important to not only watch the tape, but memorize what to do, as there were stiff penalties for not doing things, or doing them too slowly, such as undressing, and getting into the machine. There were no others waiting in the room (probably due to the weather, Jason reasoned). The boy said his name was James Dawson. He was twelve, and in the sixth grade at Bowler Middle School. Jason asked him if he had ever been spanked at home, or school, or anywhere else. James answered "yes sir. My Ma whips me with a switch sometimes, and my teacher last year paddled me three times. I had to beg him to paddle me the last time, and not send me here....."
The buzzer sounded, and James name appeared on the moving sign. He sighed, and stood up. It appeared he was surprised when they all stood up with him. He asked "are you all going in there?" Iva answered "yes James, we'll all be there rooting for you." He shrugged his shoulders, and walked to the big metal door, which he pushed open. A yellow arrow pointed to Machine 3. His name was above the machine also. When they arrived at the stand outside of the machine, there were instructions moving across the sign, along with a metalic voice which said. "You are to undress. Remove any clothing below your waist, and any clothing above your waist which extends down below your waist. Remove your shoes. You may keep your socks on....you have three minutes to be inside the machine. You will place your hands overhead into the yellow slings, and stand on the yellow footprints." Then the clock turned into a timer 2:59 2:58 2:57 etc. The boy stared at the cameras, then shrugged again, and removed his shirt and shoes and then his jeans. He stood in a tee shirt and jockey shorts. He shrugged his shoulders again, and with a tear in his eye, pulled his jockeys down and off, placing them on the table with his other clothes. He looked at his tee shirt. "Do you think this goes down below my waist?" he asked Jason. "Yes, I think it does, son. Better safe than sorry." He pointed to the clock which now showed :27. James pulled the shirt off, and stepped into the machine. He turned to see if they had indeed followed him into the crowded room, and could see Jason, and the cameraman. There wasn't room for Iva, so she stayed outside and watched on the closed circuit television. When the boy stood on the plates and placed his hands in the slings, a whirring motion was heard. His wrists were securely fastened, as were his ankles. Then, the door shut. He cried out loud for the first time.
A padded bar came out at about the boy's waist. His arms were pulled forward, and another padded bar lay lightly against his shoulders, then he was pulled down into a bent over position. His legs moved apart a bit, then he seemed to be in position. Now, he was really crying, as a large monitor in front of him lit up, first showing his face, so he would know it was him, then switching to a camera which showed his bottom. You could see him squeezing his cheeks, to make sure that was his bottom he was seeing. It was. The camera man was filming everything that happened, including the boy's sobs. A number '10' appeared on the screen above the boy's head. Then, with a peculiar sighing sound, the machine selected a thick looking leather strap. Laser lights measured his buttocks, drawing one line across the place where his hip bones would be, and another directly down his crack. As his bottom was spread out a bit, it lit up the boy's anus, as well as his scrotum. Surprisingly, the boy's little penis head also popped into view. Jason was surprised to see that, as he recalled whenever he was spanked that he would have an erection, and if he didn't, you sure couldn't see the end of his penis under his bag!
There was a whirring noise followed by a snap, then a SPLAAT. The strap whipped out, and smacked into the boy's butt, forcing the flesh down and out, until it could go no further. The strap withdrew, and several things happened. First, the boy screamed. Then, they saw that the number on the screen had changed to a '9', then his buttocks displayed a white line which quickly turned pink, then bright red. A welt was forming as they watched. Then, SPLAAT - once again the strap struck. This time it was from the boy's right side, and the stroke fell directly over the first stroke. He screamed again, and pulled against his restraints. Occasionally, the camera would show the boy's face, tears and snot running down and off to the ground, a grimace showing, as he waited, with the superimposed '8' showing on his forehead. The stroke line was now a deep red, soon to turn purple, if Jason were any judge. CRACK CRACK the belts hit one after another, with no pause in between. When they stopped, the boy's forehead wore the number '6', and his butt wore another livid stripe which would surely turn as blue as the first one. This was just below the first. A ruler couldn't be placed between the marks if it were placed sideways! CRACK, CRACK the belt struck again, and again the strokes overlapped each other, leaving another bluish welt, and the number '4' now showing above Jason's butt, as the camera seemed to stay there to observe the changing of the colors. When the camera went to the boy's face, it confirmed what Jason had assumed. The boy was almost beyond tears. His mouth was open, and he was gasping air, as he tried without success to cause the pain to go away by opening and closing his backhole. Perhaps that was a mistake, as stroke three seemed to climb into that open little orifice, causing the boy to shiver, and rear up. With two more to go, the machine took no pause. It did not care if the boy was hurting, or bleeding...it wasn't programmed to care, and it didn't.
The last two strokes landed atop the boy's "sit spot", the line where buttocks end, and thighs begin. These strokes were given from a different angle, and appeared to be trying to lift the boy's bottom cheeks high as they hit.
The machine grew silent, but not the boy, who continued to scream. His buttocks were blue and red, from five unique lines. He was stood up, and his fetters were released. Jason helped him from the machine. When he came out, Iva rushed to him, and helped him. She got him a drink of water, and then helped him dress. She handed him his jockey shorts and suggested he not wear them for a day or so.
Jason, red faced, still sniffling, wracked by an occasional sob, walked out. The crew filmed him leaving. As he left, a door opened, and two more children walked in.
"Hello there. We're from DNN television......"