Ten year old Aaron Kevin O'Brien felt pretty darn good! He knew that his mother did not want him to associate with the "gang" of boys that always met at the corner, but since she had taken on the second job at the bakery, and left him alone, he had decided that he knew more about what needed to do than she did. After all, it was his life! It took a bit of standing around, but he was finally allowed to stand and talk with the boys who met on the corner. They weren't a bad group of kids, but all of them "looked bad". They dressed in cargo pants which looked like they would fall off at any minute, and wore boxer shorts that were exposed due to the precarious hold that the cargo pants held on their respective bottoms. They also smoked, which was a violation of the City ordinance prohibiting any minor from smoking. Aaron looked a bit older than his 10 years, but there was no way that he could buy cigarettes. So- he stole them from his mom. He really felt cool, standing there with the guys, and looking smug at the old people who tried to pass by, but had to walk in the street because the boys blocked the sidewalk.

Sgt. "Mac" McMillen had the day watch, and was just cruising around in an unmarked car when he observed the boys. He quickly pulled in at the curb, and jumped out of his car. The boys saw him, and took off running as if their lives depended on it. All, that is, except Aaron, who was busy getting a rock out of his shoe. He didn't even know that the others had gone, or that a policeman was nearby until he was hoisted upright by a brawny hand pulling on the elastic of his boxer shorts. He yelled a profanity, and turned to stare up at the angry face of Mac McMillen. Mac asked him what the heck he thought he was doing, smoking and causing problems on his (Mac's) beat. Aaron, who might have been able to sweet talk his way out of most things, instead said something profane to the Sgt, and was hoisted further, and tossed into the rear of the police car. Mac told him that he was going to take care of his smart mouth, and drove away.

Aaon started to feel like a scared kid, as the car pulled away from the curb and drove just a few blocks, parking in the large lot of the city's second Disciplinarium. (Refer to the original FutureSpank story for details of Disciplinariums.) Pulling Aaron out of the car, Mac demanded his ID card, which Aaron slowly pulled out of his pocket. He was then shoved forward, through the door, into the antiseptically clean building. The Sgt. swiped his card, and pushed a "3" button. He then made Aaron sit down on one of the wooden benches that lined the room. Aaron looked around, and saw 5 other kids sitting there. Across from him sat two girls, who looked to be 12 or 13, an older boy, and a boy about his age. Next to him sat a boy who looked to be about 7. Aaron had heard of the Disciplinarius, and had even been threatened by his mom that she would send him to one, but he never really thought he would be in one. The universal sniffling of the other kids caused his heart to skip a few beats, and he suddenly started thinking about what was going to happen here!

Rolling his long eyelashes, he looked at the Sgt. in his best little boy look, and asked him if he couldn't please be just sent home. He told him that he had learned his lesson, and he was scared. He even was able to get a tear to come out of his eye. Mac was having none of it, and casualy mentioned that he was going to enjoy watching the show. Aaron did not know what he meant. Just then the moving track called out the ID numbers of the two girls, and the little fellow next to him, instructing them to enter, and report to a specific machine. With that, the Sgt went up to a wall panel, and punched in a code. This caused a large TV monitor on the wall to light up, and in a few minutes, it showed a bent over butt close up. Suddenly a strap like thing struck the butt. Then it was repeated over and over. There was no sound, but it was apparent to Aaron, (and the others) that the butt on the screen was getting a first class beating. After a few minutes, the camera panned back, as the victim's legs were slowly pulled apart, revealing a little pinkish brown hole, and a little bag whose balls were moving up and down, in apparent motion with a sobbing from the boy. The straps then started on the area between his cheeks, and you could see him straining against his restraints.

The Sgt. pushed another button, and what was obviously one of the little girl's bottoms came into view, as it was being blasted by a clear plastic paddle! The Sgt. turned the TV off, and turned to Aaron and told him that in just a few minutes, he would be the star of this show, and that he hoped he put on a real good performance for everyone in the room!

Aaron now felt real tears in his eyes, as two things happened almost at once. The door opened, and the two girls, followed by the little boy, all came out. They were all red faced, and all of them had tears rolling down their faces. Every one of them was rubbing their butt as they slowly filed out. The second thing that happened was that Aaron and the other kids were instructed inside. Aaron followed the other two boys in. He was instructed to Machine 3. A monitor was on in front of the machine. It instructed him verbally, and in moving print to remove all clothing below his waist, except for his shoes and socks. It emphasized that this included any shirt tails which might extend below the waist. He was told that he had two minutes to do this, and report inside the machine where he was to stand on the two yellow foot pads, and grab the yellow hand straps. Failure to do this in the alloted time would result in penalty strokes.

Aaron watched the other boys strip off their pants and underpants. The older boy was next to him, and he almost ran for the machine. Aaron could see angry red marks on hs butt already, and wondered what he had done to deserve a second visit here? Or, had he been strapped at home and then sent here for good measure? The door to Machine Two was closing, as Aaron's attention was drawn to the other boy who appeared to be his age. He too was naked below the waist, but he seemed to be in no real hurry to be spanked! He turned toward Aaron to pick up his pants, and Aaron could see that his little hairless penis was so erect it was pointing up to the ceiling. Aaron thought that was really strange, as the boy walked to Machine One. His plump little butt cheeks jiggled as he walked.

Aaron was surprised to hear his own monitor advise him that he had 20 seconds left before a penalty stroke would be awarded. Aaron stood up, and pushed his cargo pants down (they were barely being held up by his butt anyway) followed by his boxers. He stepped out of them as the monitor announced that he had been awarded a penalty stroke, and would receive another in 45 seconds! Holding his penis to hide it from the camera (he didn't know if it was on, or could see him or not), he ran to the machine, just as the monitor awarded him another stroke. He jumped on the foot pads, and grabbed the hand straps. He heard, then felt the restraints inflate over his ankles and wrists, and realized that he was well and truly tied up.

Just then, the machine tilted him over at a 45 degree angle, and pushed itself back against his pubic area. Aaron found this to be somewhat erotic, and felt his penis harden to its full 4 inches. A monitor in front of him lit up with a close up of his own butt. He squeezed his cheeks together, and could see them clench on the screen. A nuber "30" lit up in the corner, and Aaron heard a whirring noise behind him, followed by a moment of incredible pain! The first strok of a clear, plexiglass paddle which had several holes cut in it had smashed into the top of his buttocks, coming from his left side, and covering both cheeks, with a real emphasis on his right cheek. He sucked in his breath, willing himself not to cry and give that cop any satisfaction, as he was hit again, on the same area, from a padle which came from his right side. This was followed by another series of two strokes just a little lower. This occurred 3 more times, until the entire area of his butt was covered with little white circles from where the holes in the paddle had lit. He could see the white marks, and the red coloring of his butt cheeks on his monitor.

He was then bent forward some more, and felt his legs being pulled apart. He could see his bag, which he had squeezed up as tight as he could (so much so that his balls stood out like little tennis balls), and soon his still erect penis, which was smashed against the bench, and even his butt hole. He now cried, both in pain, and embarassment. This was, however, just a brief respite, as the machine again came alive and placed ten more rapid fire strokes up and down his butt. Then, he was bent a bit more, and ten strokes were given vertically on his butt, five on each cheek. By now, he was screaming in pain, never in his young life had he felt such pain!

Gratefully, he saw his monitor showed "0", but then he felt his legs pull apart, and saw "penalty strokes