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Aaron had forgotten the penalty strokes that he had earned by procrastinating in undressing and entering the machine. There was a grinding noise, and the padding that he was laying against started pushing against his pubic area in an alarming manner. At first, it was a gentle nudge, then it really pushed, and, it really hurt. His arms were now being pulled very tight, and his legs were being pulled down. Suddenly, lightning hit his already red butt, as a lexan cane slashed down on the middle of his butt. He could see in the monitor that the cane was still trying to burrow its way into his butt cheeks. The pain was staggering. He screamed, and yelled for help, and pulled against his bonds, but nothing would stop the cane from pushing in on his cheeks. Suddenly, it snapped back, and before he could even breath again, it hit again, in the exact place, harder than the first time. He screamed again! This was not punishment, this was beyond punishment!

Through tear filled eyes, he looked at the monitor, and saw the cane suddenly pull away from his butt. He could see a tremendous red welt where the two strokes had hit. His butt was on fire, and felt like it had been cut in half by the cane. The monitor showed "Penalty Strokes 2", as the cane whipped down again onto his now unsuspecting butt. This time, the cane hit at the split in his butt, where his butt ended and thighs began. Again, the stroke was terrible! Aaron's mind sounded a danger bell! He was to receive two penalty strokes, not three! He squinted his eyes again, to look at the monitor, and it still said "Penalty Strokes 2" as the cane visited the same spot on his butt. This time, it tried to burrow into his skin again. He could see the cane compressing the flesh of his bottom, as if it were trying to push all the way through. He cried in pain, tears now flowing freely down his face, as snot also flowed from his nose and dripped onto the floor. His mind was reeling, as the cane swooshed again into his bottom with a ferocity of 1000 bees stinging at once. This time he was hit at the top of his butt, where his crack just begins. Again, the cane tried to burrow in, and again the stroke was repeated.

Aaron's mind was numb! This couldn't be happening, there had to be some mistake! He might have earned 2 strokes for being stupid, but not 6 - make that SEVEN as the cane snapped once again into his defenseless bottom. Again, he screamed and yelled for help, and again his only response was another stroke, followed by another, and that by another.

He was sobbing so much that he could hardly get his breath. Pain came in waves as his torture seemed to never end. He was beyond panic! The monitor showed large darkening red welts all over his butt. Suddenly, the lights came on, he felt the pad moving slowly away from him, felt the tension in his legs ebb, and was slowly stood upright. Within seconds, he was released, the door opened, and a metalic computer voice said "have a nice day". He staggered out and could see the exit door closing as someone left. He was alone in the ante room, as the doors on the other two machines were closed, and had red "in use" signs on them. He knew he had to tell someone that the machine had screwed up, that he had been given ten times the penalty strokes that he had been awarded. Quickly, he picked up his boxer shorts and pulled them on, but the elastic near the top of his butt was just too tight. With a cry, he pulled them carefully off, and gently pulled on his cargo pants, which, by design, fell half way down his butt, and clinged to the very skin he was trying to protect! He couldn't sit to tie his shoes, had to put his feet up on a bench, and that also pulled his pants into his bottom. Finally, he put on his tee shirt, and, holding his boxers in his hand, pulled up his cargo pants as well as he could, and walked through the exit door.

Mac was sitting there, with a group of 6 kids of all ages. The eyes of the kids were bulging out as they looked from Aaron to the monitor on the wall, and back. Aaron knew in a flash, that Mac had used his key, and watched the whole show. He also knew, from the look on the kids faces, that they too had watched. He tried to control his sobs enough to tell Mac about the Penalty Stroke problem. He wanted him to know that he had gotten 20 strokes when he only deserved 2. Mac listened for a second, and then broke in, and said that he didn't know anything about how many penalty strokes he had earned. All he knew was that he was surprised that Aaron was so stupid as to earn them! He then told Aaron that he did not EVER want to see him smoking on his corner again, or his butt would really be sore! With that, he got up and walked out.

Aaron wiped his eyes with his boxers, and looked for somebody to tell, but there was nobody there except the next victims. One of which, a teenage girl, broke out into loud sobs as he walked past, his red butt half on display. Aaron realized suddenly that he had no one to turn to, no one to complain to. The Disciplinarium was totally automated, and totally anonymous. He hitched up his cargos, and slowly walked outside. He knew that he had been wronged, but also knew that no matter what, he would never come back to this place again!