Michael sat waiting outside the principal's office. He wasn't particularly a bad kid, but he did create quite a bit of mischief at the school. He was no stranger to Mr. Crowden's office, and he knew the routine. He would bend over the desk and receive five swats with the paddle. It had always happened that way eversince he was in the second grade. He was now 13 and in the eighth grade, and for some reason a paddling from Mr. Crowden no longer instilled fear in him as it had used to.
"Michael, you may come in now," Mr. Crowden said from the doorway of his office.
Michael walked into the office and the principal closed the door. Usually the paddle was lying on top of the desk, but on this day it wasn't. However, beside the desk he noticed a large, wooden machine with many gadgets on it. He had no idea what it was since he had never seen anything quite like it.
"I see you're admiring the new spanking machine," Mr. Crowden said.
"Spanking machine?" the boy asked with a strange look.
"That's correct. Too many students are getting to the point where a paddling is no big deal. Therefore, I've temporarily put the paddle away and purchased this new spanking machine. And today is your lucky day because you will be the first student that this machine will be used upon. If I like the results, well then your fellow schoolmates can just thank you for that."
Mr. Cowden walked over to the machine and stood beside it. With the flick of a switch the spanking machine came to life. All Michael had seen so far was blinking lights, and it made a lot of noise. "The machine is now ready!" said a computerized voice.
"Michael, come over here," Mr. Cowden told him.
The boy had no idea what to expect from the machine, but even to the toughest boys just the sight of it would give them that nervous feeling in the pits of their stomachs. He slowly made his way toward Mr. Cowden, and the spanking machine.
"Step inside and place your feet on the footprints," the principal told him.
Michael nervously stepped inside. Mr. Crowden immediately began making some quick adjustments according to Michael's size. His wrists and ankles were placed in metal cuffs and with the push of a button the cuffs tightened and locked. Another button was pushed and a bar from behind him forced him to bend over a small, table-like structure.
"It's not too tight, is it?" Mr. Crowden asked him.
"Not really," Michael replied, as if the principal was really concerned whether or not he was comfortable.
"Good," Mr. Crowden replied. "We may proceed."
The principal pushed another button. Michael heard a something, and suddenly two mechanical hand were unfastening his pants. The hands then quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. Michael was totally surprised.
"Hey, what's going on?" he nervously exclaimed.
"It's just one of the spanking machines many features," Mr Crowden replied with a smile.
The mechanical hands then seized the waistband of his white, cotton briefs and slid them down his knees to where they met his pants. Michael was now fully exposed.
"Stop, you can't do this!" Michael pleaded loudly to his principal, who just stood there with a smile.
"I believe we are now ready to see what this machine can really do!" Mr. Crowden excitedly announced.
"Please no! You can't do this!" Michael pleaded.
Ignoring the boy's pleas the principal began entering some data into a computer that was hooked up to the machine. The machine made some more noises with things moving around into their correct positions. A mechanical hand suddenly attatched itself to Michael's penis and began to gently fondle it. Despite the fact that he was very nervous, the mechanical hand felt really good and relaxed him as it massaged his tool.
"Crrraaaaaccccckkkkkkkk!"
The sound of a wooden paddle striking against Michael's bare buttocks echoed the room. Michael had not expected it.
"Yeeeeeoooooowwwwww!" he cried loudly as the pain quickly shot through him.
The mechanical hand maintained its hold upon the boy's penis, still gently fondling him. Every 2 seconds a paddle began to fall upon his buttocks. He couldn't move at all, and when he opened his mouth to cry there was no sound at first. After quickly catching his breath the cries came loudly. This was much harder than the usual paddling, and this was being done on his naked bottom. He also received quite a bit more than just five swats. The paddle just kept falling and falling. The mechanical hand was now fondling a very erect penis. The paddles seemed to fall harder, the mechanical hand became firmer, and Michael screams became louder and louder. It wasn't long before a large load of white, sticky cream shot from the tip of his penis. The paddle swat him very quickly over and over as the mechanical hand continued its fondling, squeezing out every last drop. Finally it was over. The mechanical hand freed itself from the boy's sticky penis, and his underpants and pants were pulled back up over his purple, bruised, welted buttocks.
Mr. Crowden made up his mind to keep the spanking machine after seeing the effects it had on Michael, both physically and mentally. Sometimes the noises from the machine could be heard in the classrooms, and those who had been unfortunate victims already could only sit there, knowing exactly what was going happening.