Danny was a good kid, but he had a real hard time showing it. He was always getting into trouble at school, and knew he could get away with about anything at home. He had just turned 15, and was looking forward to being able to drive next year. The only thing that really bothered him (although he wouldn't admit it), was that all of his friends had reached puberty a long time ago. Danny was just starting to get there, and the only sign of that, even, was the sparse patch of blonde hair above his little boy penis (as he thought of it). He was home early, as he had been expelled. He thought it would be great fun to add some sodium to a chemical mixture in science class, and the resulting cloud of yellow gas caused the whole school to be evacuated. He threw the papers on the table, and went to his room, where he dug under his bed for his stash of porn. He was just settling into the midst of a good magazine, when he sensed, rather than heard something.

Danny's mother was standing in the doorway. He had not heard her come in. She had to have seen him rubbing his penis as he read his book. She didn't say anything at first, then she exloded. She told him how hard it was to raise a boy alone, how she worked long hours to provide a home for him, and now, once again, he was in trouble. He just looked at her, for he had heard this record before. His mother had never laid a hand on him, and her "punishments" like grounding just didn't work, because she was never home to check on him.

It was about that time in his musing when his ears picked up something that she had said that caused him to sit up. She was telling him that she had had it with him, and that she had signed a form to send him to the new Disciplinarium in Plain City. She told him to get up, and go to the car, as she was going to drop him off on her way back to work. At first, Danny didn't believe her, then, when he saw the look in her eyes, he started into his sorrowful little boy act, which always won her over. She would have none of it, and told him to march downstairs.

He walked to the car, and did not speak to his mother during the 15 minute drive to the Disciplinarium. He was aware of the "machine" opening in Plain City, and had even heard of one being scheduled for their village. Thinking back, he recalled one of the 13 year olds in his school had been sent to the thing before. The kid just refused to speak about it, Danny figured he was just embarassed, being 13 and getting spanked and all. Then, Danny remembered that he was a lot older than 13, and he was about to get it. He wouldn't give his mother the satisfaction of acting scared, but he really was.

They arrived at the Disciplinarium, and his mom walked him to the sign in machine, swiped his card, and entered a "5" into the machine. Danny looked at her with disbelief in his eyes. He had never been spanked, and she was giving him a "5"! He tried to reason with her, explaining that that meant he would get 5 times his age in strokes. She just smiled at him, patted his butt, and told him to have a good day. She then got in her car, and drove away. Danny turned around, and saw 2 other kids sitting there, a boy about 8 and a girl around 10. My god, he thought this really is a kiddie machine!

A scrolling sign requested that a specific social security number enter and report to machine #2. (Danny was surprised that there was more than one machine.) The little girl got up, and with tears rolling down her cheeks, walked to the door, followed by the little boy. Danny looked at the sign, and it was instructing another number to report to machine #1, and then he saw his own identity number instructing him to report to machine #3! The others had already gone inside, as Danny approached the door. As he reached for the handle, the door was pushed open by 3 crying boys who looked like they were triplets. They were even dressed alike, and all of them were crying and holding their butts.

Danny entered the room, it was dimly lit, but he saw the little girl standing there in a sleeveless tee shirt type thing, and patent leather shoes and socks, with nothing else on! He couldn't help but stare, as she walked to the door of her machine, entered, and grabbed two yellow rings above her head. He saw her little bottom twitch, as the door closed.

He then saw that the little boy was bent over, pulling his briefs off, over his tennis shoes. Danny could see his little boyhole and bag, and almost laughed except that he now understood that he was going to have to do the same thing! The sign above his machine told him that he had 3 minutes to remove all clothing below his waist except for his shoes and socks, and to then report into the machine for punishment. He just sat down on a bench and stared, as the little boy took the same walk as the little girl, and entered his machine. Danny watched until the door closed. He was beginning to get really scared. He noticed that his clock was showing 1 minute and 20 seconds. He unfastened his belt, and unsnapped his jeans. He slowly unzipped, and more slowly pulled his jeans down to his ankles. Then, he heard a buzzer, and saw the sign read "Additional Stroke added for delay". He pulled his jeans off over his tennis shoes, but that was a mistake, as they were too tight to go over his shoes. Finally, he had to pull them up again, take off his shoes, and... the buzzer rang again. a "2" was showing in the additional stroke box. He swore in a loud voice, and another buzzer rang. The sign said "use of profanity 5 strokes". He was in a panic now. He threw his jeans on the seat and pulled off his jocke shorts. He then pulled his tennis shoes on, tied them, and watched the board as he ran to the machine. It showed 4 penalty strokes for lateness, and 5 for profanity. He jumped onto the yellow footprints and grabbed the yellow hanging straps. He felt tension on his wrists and ankles as the machine tightened them. He tried to pull away, but he was securly tied. A second of panic overtook him, and he started to cry when a big monitor lit up in front of him. A padded bench rose from the floor. It had a padded pillow like thing in the middle of it, and it pushed up against his pubic bones. It felt sort of good, and without any thinking on his part, he felt his penis crush into the thing. My god, I've got an erection! Just then, another machine tightened a padded belt just above his butt, and he was gently tilted forward. He stared at the monitor, and saw his butt, which was now lit by a spotlite. His legs were slightly apart, and he could see his bad, and the tip of his stupidly stiff penis below that.

The monitor showed a large "65" on the top. He gasped at the thought of 65 anything, and then heard a hissing noise followed by intense pain, as something had struck his butt! He couldn't tell what it was at first, but then saw a blur on the monitor. He saw a clear paddle type thing with many holes smashing into his right cheek, where it pushed and stayed for a second, then quickly moved away and was replaced by it's brother on his left cheek. Danny gasped, then cried out as the paddles worked their way up and down both of his butt cheeks. They were almost too fast to see, but they were not too fast to feel. He could see his butt turning a cherry red color. The pain in his butt was intense. He could honestly say that he had never felt anything like it. It grew, and grew, and threatened to overpower him. It did not stop. Through tear filled eyes, he saw the counter slowly move through the 50s, and finally stop at 45.

His legs were now moved apart, and he felt as if his bottom was being split. He could see his hole, and widely spaced extreemly red cheeks, as the paddles started to work along the inside corrider of his butt. They struck, one after the other, up, and down his crack, on each side, striking even into his butt hole. He screamed. The paddles were relentless. He could no longer hold his head up, only occasionally watching the slow progress of the numbers.

When the numbers hit 20, he again felt the table move. It seemed to shove his butt out further, as it moved his legs together. Then, without warning, the paddles hit again, this time over both cheeks at once. One from the left, followed by one from the right. The strokes were slower, and much harder, landing on his already swollen bright red butt.

Finally it stopped, and he saw the monitor showed "0".

He felt euphoria, as he realized that he had lived through it. He was thinking of ways to apologize to his mom, and the school, so he would never have to come here again, when the screen showed "9" followed by "penalty strokes". He just could not take anymore, so he screamed out for someone to hear him. He felt the table move, and found himself laying flat, except for the pad which kept his bottom pointed up. Once again, his legs separated, and once again he looked at his hole and bag. A whirring noise over his head caught his attention. He looked up, and saw a strap like thing fly down, as his right cheek caught fire. The strap had fallen from the top of his cheek to the exact spot where his thigh met his butt. The second stroke hit on his left cheek, the same way. He could not believe the fire that it caused. Soon, the straps moved in, and numbers 4, 5, 6 and 7 hit. They were nothing compared to the last two, which fell squarly inside his widely spread cheeks, right down the crack, over his hole, and onto his perineum, stopping just centimeters short of his balls!

His sobbing screams echoed off of the metal walls as he was lifted to his feet, the restraints were loosened, and the door opened for him. He continued to scream, as he gently touched his butt cheeks. They were swollen, and felt almost hard. He cold feel a burning pain right inside his butt cheeks with every step. Through tear filled eyes, and with snot running down onto his heaving chest, he slowly walked to his clothes. He could barely bend over to pick up his jeans. He knew that he could never put on his tight jockey shorts. Slowly, he bent down and struggled with his jeans. Finally, he got them on, shoved his shorts into a jeans pocket, after wiping his eyes and nose, and started for the door. As he opened it, a wide eyed 12 year old boy stared at him. He wanted to put on a macho look, but just couldn't. He sobbed and rubbed his butt as he left.

When he opened the door, he realized he was going to have to walk the mile back to his home. Slowly he put one foot in front of the other, and, with spasms of pain from his bottom raging at him with each step, he walked home. When he opened the door, he saw two things on the kitchen table. The first was a note from his mom that things were going to be different from now on, and the next thing was a well worn leather barber's strop, with a price tag from the thrift shop still on it. With a shudder, Danny walked slowly up to his room, took off his jeans, and fell face down on his bed. He was too sore to sleep, and was afraid that if he did dose off, his mom might awaken him with the strop. Oh, there were going to be changes made, all right!