INTRO
Yes, I am the ultimate fighter. I used to think so before, too. That was, until I faced GORATH in the ring. GORATH grabbed my arms and before I could pull off my super move to evade his grab, he pulled off my arms. Blood spurted everywhere, drenching the arena, drenching GORATH. Anyway, he liked it. I was rushed to the medic. GORATH took the championship title...but not for long. I am also connected in the business world and thus got a new pair of cyborg arms in a jiffy. All the better to spank you with. Anyway when I later faced GORATH, he grabbed my arms again. Then an unseen hatch opened in my now cybernetic forearm, exposing a mini chaingun, which I used to blow GORATH's head off.
STORY
Timmy is 15 years old. Last night, he came into my room when I was asleep. He was wearing a T-Shirt, about waist length, and plaid flannel shorts, about mid-thigh length. He was still in his white sneakers and white socks, pulled down to just above his ankle. He started to touch my arms. He was searching for the hatch on my forearm that contained my mini chaingun. How silly; he wasn't aware that only I can open it by sending a brain signal to my arm to open the hatch (the same way anyone sends a signal to, say, move an arm). Anyway, it woke me up. I immediately suspected what he was doing. "Are you trying to mess with my arms?? They are extremely high technology!"
"No, sir" he replied, "I was just looking for, um, my watch."
This was what infuriated me. Not that he snuck into my room to check out my cybernetic arms, but that he lied.
"Why do you lie?" I asked, in a somewhat rhetorical tone.
"I didn't‹-"
"Come here." I grabbed Timmy and lay him face down, over the edge of the bed. I placed a pillow under him for support. He began kicking his legs, but he couldn't move, as I was holding both his wrists against the small of his back with one hand, and with the other I began to spank his raised bottom. The hydraulics in my shoulders began pumping, as I spanked him harder. One, two, three, four, way way more!!! Then, I lifted him back up. I walked over to the desk to get my chair. As I did this, timmy knelt on the bed, his bottom slightly pushed out. He was rubbing it vigourously. I noticed his giant boner tenting his shorts. I then walked over to Timmy, still kneeling, and placed my hand on the back of his kneck. I pushed his head down to the bed. I held his wrists against the the small of his back with one hand, again. With the other, I pulled down his shorts. No underwear. "Timmy, I always tell you to wear underwear. That's another 25 spanks."
"Please, sir--"
"Ok, another 35." He quieted down then.
"Spread your legs out more, Timmy" I ordered. He did and I gently petted his cherry with my middle finger. Then I opened a little slot on my finger, which released a lubricant. It slowly filled his crack and around his butt. Then I gently, ever so slowly, inserted my middle finger into his rectum. He squirmed, and I noticed his _d_i_c_k_ now rock hard. This was my usual method of lecturing.
"Timmy, you know lying is the worst thing. The thing I hate the most. You can break all the rules, disrespect all that is honorable, but lying is still worse, in my book. I want you to never lie again. Will you lie again, Timmy?"
"No, sir--" I inserted my finger farther.
"Mmm!"
"Will you lie again, Timmy?"
"No, sir--" I inserted my finger farther still.
"MMM!!!" Timmy began to squirm more. I let go of his hands, but he kept them in the same place, against the small of his back. I slowly began to stroke his _d_i_c_k_ with my other fingers.
When my middle finger was finally fully inserted, I used a trick in my programming to extend it even longer. Ah, the wonder of computer controlled springs.
"Timmy, I asked you a question, will you lie again?"
"I, I don't know, sir--"
"Good, Timmy. That's a better answer." I slowly released my finger from his rectum, and he was squirming all the way. When both my hands were free, I immediately laser washed them. My hands simply glowed red for a second, and they were perfectly clean. I sat down in the chair I pulled over.
"Timmy," I said, "get up. Come here so you can finish your spanking." He walked over to my side. I gently lay him across my lap. I reached around his waist and held his rock hard _d_i_c_k_ with my left hand, and raised my right for the first spank. I positioned his penis downwards for when the time came. I began to spank him again. He began to bawl and kick his legs, those smooth, white legs, covered in that nice, almost invisible peach fuzz. As the spanking continued, I squeezed his _d_i_c_k_. Pressure, release pressure. On and on. Now was he not only kicking his legs but bucking and arching his back too. So I held him tighter and spanked him harder. Then, finally, he came. But on the hardwood floor, where it would be easy to clean. By this time, his butt was fully red, almost as if it were glowing. His tears were on the floor, to.
"Ok, Timmy. Let go of my ankle now. The spanking's over." I put him back on his feet, and pulled up his shorts. "Go on back to your room, and don't let me catch you lying anymore. I patted his sore butt on the way out, which he rubbed gently on the way back to his room".
--end of part 1. Watch for more super cyborg spankings and more stuff!!!