Darin was an obnoxious kid! He would be the first to admit it. He was 11 years old, tall, with brown curly hair, and was, if anything, a bit underweight. His father was the production manager for Airway Industries, and thus the family was very secure financially. Darin liked to let anyone who would listen know that he was rich, and not like the other kids. If it wasn't for his mom's untimely death, and the subsequent pity most adults felt for him, he would have probably been ignored by everyone. Small towns can do that. Oberlin Corners was a small, almost rural town, except for the Airways plant. It was quiet there, and was considered to be a great place to raise kids. It was, thus, with a sense of amazment that the townsfolk learned of the building of a discipline machine right in the center of town, near the courthouse. As Oberlin Corners was the county seat, most felt it was some sort of political prize. Juvenile crime, was for the most part, unheard of in town. It was known that in Somersville, just down the road a couple of miles, that there was a group of kids that always seemed to be getting into trouble with the authorities, but not really so in Oberlin Corners.
Darin liked to poke fun of folks, and was known to be somewhat of a thief. The local grocer would just keep a log of what he stole, and his father would eventually pay the bill. He was known to also have stolen things from the local Woolworth store, but, again, most folks just looked the other way, with his father being a big wig and all. That all changed the day that Darin decided to up the ante, and stole a pair of binoculars from the drug store that cost over $120.00. Unfortunatly for Darin, visiting judge Blakewood Spencer happened to be in the store when the theft occurred. He grabbed Darin as he left the store, and brought him back inside. When the pharmacist started to say things like it was all right, and maybe the boy just forgot to pay, the judge started to smell a rat. His suspicions were confirmed when the town marshall questioned as to whether he might have been mistaken in his story. Judge Spencer pulled out his celphone and called the sheriff, who arrived within 10 minutes. He told him he wanted the boy arrested, and brought to his courtroom at once.
Darin at first laughed at the old man who had grabbed him. He knew that very soon, someone would tell him that he had put his paws on the wrong boy. But, when the sheriff came, and put cuffs on him, and drove him to the courthouse, he began to worry just a bit. He was brought into the courtroom, and was pleased to see his father and the company attorney rush into the room also. His father demanded to know what was going on. When the judge told him, he offered to pay for the binoculars, and said things like he was sure that the druggist would not want to press charges. Judge Spencer shut him up by telling him that Darin had just commited a felony, and that he (the court) had witnessed the whole thing. Quoting the new juvenile laws, he ordered Darin to stand, and sentenced him to an immediate visit to the Disciplinarium, where he would receive a "4". Under the provisions of the law, the punishment would occur within 2 hours, and could not be appealed. Darin's father looked to his attorney, who could only shake his head in agreement. He tried to speak to his son, but Darin had been hustled out of the courtroom via a rear door. Soon, he was put into a sheriff's cruiser, and was driven the short one block to the Disciplinarium.
Darin had never felt fear in his life, but now he felt it! The sheriff's deputy swiped Darin's card through the machine, punched in the 4, and shoved Darin inside. There, he took off the handcuffs, and told him to shut up and sit down. To Darin, it looked like the deputy was enjoying himself. Darin felt a shiver in his spine as he looked around the room. There were two other kids there, a boy who looked like he was about 10, and a girl who had her head down in her hands. In a few minutes, she looked up, and he saw it was Sally Bankerson, who was in his 5th grade class. She had tears in her eyes, but looked at him and the deputy with shock. As this was a small town, the Disciplinarium only had one machine. In a few minutes, a steel door opened, and a young girl of 7 or 8 came out, crying her eyes out, holding her butt with both hands, which also held a small pair of blue panties. Apparently she either didn't want to put them back on, or couldn't. Anyway, her dress was rucked up so much in back that you could see her little red cheeks as she swiped her card and left. Darin gulped for a minute as the machine instructed social security number such and such to report inside. He looked up, and watched Sally slowly walk toward the door, sigh, pull it open, and disappear inside. The room was totally soundproof, so Darin could not tell what was going on inside. He didn't look at the clock either, but it seemed to be only a minute before the door opened, and Sally came out. She too was crying, and had both hands on her butt cheeks as she went outside. Shortly, the other boy got up and made the same trip.
As they were waiting for the boy to come out, the deputy told Darin that he was really going to "get it". He asked Darin if he knew what a "4" meant. Darin thought, and finally remembered hearing from some kids that it meant the number of smacks he was going to get. He didn't think 4 smacks would kill him, and told the deputy that. The deputy just laughed and said, that he was in for a real surprise. All too soon, the boy came out and he too was crying and rubbing his butt like it was on fire. The voice called out Darin's number, and with a bravery that only could have been felt by someone who had never been disciplined in his life, he arose and walked toward the door.
He opened the door, and was face to face with a large metal cylindrical shaped thing. There was a small bench to his left, and a sign instructing him to remove all clothing below his waist, including any shirt tails which hung below his waist. The sign said to leave his shoes on. It instructed him to observe the large clock, because he had only 3 minutes to disrobe and enter the machine. It further said that failure to enter the machine in the appropriate state of undress and in the appropriate time would result in additional punishment. Before he could really absorb what was on the sign, he heard a loud bell, and the clock started to move.
Darin suddenly felt sweat forming in his armpits. He had to take his clothes off?? He wanted to ask what that meant, but the door out was locked, and his pounding was not answered. Soon, he heard another bell, and the clock was at 2 minutes. He started to panic. He looked into the big metal cylinder, but it was dark in there. Another bell told him he had only one minute. Slowly, he pulled his shirt off. He had his hands on his shorts belt buckle when there was a terrible ringing. A sign over the machine stated "additional punishment" and a "1" lit up. He undid his belt, and his button and zipper, and pulled his shorts down, as another bell rang, and a "2" lit up. Darin knew that additional was not a good thing to have happen. He put his fingers into the elastic of his jockey shorts, and slowly pulled them down. He bent over, and stepped out of them, standing there naked except for his tennis shoes and socks, and white tee shirt. Even though no one was in the room, he felt embarassed, and quickly put one hand over his little hairless penis and scrotum, and another over his butt crack. Then another bell, and "3" lit up. He swallowed hard, and walked into the machine. It was dark inside, but two footprints painted yellow stood out, as well as some yellow hanging straps. He was instructed to step onto the foot pads and grab the straps. He really hesitated to do that. First, he was just about naked, and second, he didn't know what to happen, and third, he was scared, and fourth he had to pee! Just then, he heard another bell, and ran out to look up and see a "4" lit up. He hurried in, stepped onto the foot pads, and grabbed the straps with all his might. With a hissing noise, restraints tightened around his ankles and wrists, and he realised he was tied up.
With another hissing noise, a padded bench which was in front of him raised itself up to a 90 degree angle, and pushed gently into him. It was a weird sort of thing, built like an "X" with a pad at the top where his head went, and a raised area which hit him just at his pubic bones. A strap hissed around his back, and he felt himself being lowered down. He heard some metallic noises, and tried to look back, but couldn't see anything in the dark. Then, suddenly a flood light came on, right over his butt. At the same time, a large TV monitor lit up in front of him. On it, he could see some white thing. It took him a second to realise that it was a pair of buttocks, and took him another second to realise it was HIS pair of buttocks. His butt was raised, and because of the shape of the table, his legs were apart, thus his little boyhold in all its pink puckered splendor was right there on display. Also, in the bright light, he could see his bag and balls hanging down. He tried to clench his cheeks, but the way the table was made made it impossible.
The monitor then lit up with "44" in the upper corner. Darin did not know what that meant. Suddenly, he heard a swishing sound, and his butt caught fire! An unseen strap had landed right in the middle of his butt, catching his left cheek, and continuing to his right side. He had never felt anything like it, and for a second, his mind was slow in taking it all in. Then, in a flash, pain snapped him back to reality. He saw the number change to "43", and before he could think about it, another stroke, on the same spot, but from the other side, rocked his butt. The pain was quicker this time, and he let out a little yell. Then, he was hit twice at a blinding speed, first right, then left, both strokes right along the line the separates his thighs and butt cheeks. He was on fire! He raised his head and screamed, as yet two more strokes hit at exactly the same place, followed by two more, just a fraction higher. He screamed, he could hardly get his breath. He tried to get off of that table. He tried to move his butt, but was awarded with a series of 8 more strokes for his effort. The strokes were walking slowly up his butt. Through teary eyes, he saw the monitor show "30", and saw his butt. It was bright red, from the very bottom, half way up. As he stared, he saw a blur on the monitor, and two more strokes hit him. He was fascinated, as it seemed to take a second or two for the pain to reach his brain.
He realized that a "4" meant four times your age. He had heard that, but never thought it would mean anything to him. The straps hissed again, and he felt more pain, as they kissed his butt cheeks again, and again, and again. He was sobbing now, and tears and snot were running down is face, and onto the floor. Pain flooded his butt again, and he could only lay there and cry.
He realised that there was no more pain, and opened his eyes as he felt the table move. Oh, thank the Lord, he thought. But, when his eyes focused, he saw the number "12" was still on the monitor. He was confused. He watched his terrible red butt move as the table moved apart even more, until he felt he was being torn apart. Then, he heard a motion as the arms seemed to be moving above him. Then, with a "CRACK" "CRACK" the straps struck his butt lengthwise. One struck from his head, searing his right cheek, while the other struck from his feet, searing his left. Again they hit, except this time they moved in toward his butt crack. Again they hit, then again, and again, until they almost touched. Then, a pause, and he was hit inside his crack, by the machine by his head. The strap covered his entire crack area, finishing right on his boyhole! He screamed, as the strap hit again, slightly lower, over his perineum, just short of his scrotum.
The monitor showed "0", and he finally felt he could breath again. Then, the table moved, and he was stood up again, his legs were moved together, and he waited to get out. Instead of unstrapping him, however, he was now bent over at a 45 degree angle and the monitor showed "additional punishment 4 strokes". He had forgotten. He could not take any more. The monitor showed his butt to be in terrible shape. Nobody could expect him to take anymore! He was scared! So much so that he peed. Right there in that _d_a_m_n_ machine, he just peed. He really couldn't help it. A buzzer came on, followed by cold water spraying down all over the floor and all over him. It rinsed away the urine, and actually felt good on his butt. He could see how shiny his butt was in the monitor, as the water covered it. Then, without warning, he felt as if someone had cut him in half. A cane had struck him, right in the middle of his arleady torn apart butt. He screamed again, and again, and again, and finally again. When he opened his eyes, he could see 4 livid red "railroad tracks" on his butt.
The lights then went on, and he was stood up. The table and table restraints moved away, and he felt the ankle restraints loosen, as the door opened, and a Spanish lady entered with a bucket and mop. When she opened the door, she stopped the machine's cycle, and Darin hung by his hands. She started mopping the water and urine with a strong cleaning solution. She walked over to him, and ran her hands over his bottom. She said something in Spanish, and then mopped her way to the other side. She reached down, grabbed his balls, and looking down at him, said in a heavy accent. "You pee on my floor again, and I cut these off!" She then left, shut the door, and the machine finished releasing Darin. He ran out, but nobody was around. He quickly dressed, and discovered just as quickly that he couldn't stand the pressure of his jockey shorts on his butt. He stuffed them into his pocket, and went outside. There were 2 frightened little boys waiting, along with the deputy. The deputy patted him on the butt, and wished his a nice day, receiving the expected reaction from Darin, who jumped forward when touched.
Darin stood in front of the building, looking for his dad, or someone to drive him home, but there was nobody. Slowly, with painful steps, he started the long walk home.