The Futurespank stories submitted by Millard fascinated me such intensive and brought up a lot of own fantasies. I wasn't able to bring this fantasy out of my mind. So I decided to contribute with an own episode.
For the general settings please read first the Futurespank (at least the first with title Futurespank) stories of Millard.
Peter Granding was standing in his summer scout uniform on the street crossing near the city mall and waiting for his parents to pick him up. He was on duty with his small scout group. He as a 14-year-old has 6 ten, eleven years old in his group. Today it was his group's task to help at the collection of worn out cloths, which were collected for a charity purpose. Now it is 5 pm and Peter is waiting for his parents because he has to attend with them the regularly parents-teacher meeting which every pupil has to have at each term.
The meetings at the past two terms were quite a pleasure for Peter because he was one of the best pupil in his class and he enjoyed to go for an ice cream after the meeting with his parents. But now he is a little bit worried because in this term he has not really bad results, but he is clearly no longer part of the top pupil in his class. Now Peter is really worrying a little bit while instinctively touching his right buttock and feeling the tight washed out cloth of his khaki scout shorts. Now Peter really regrets that he refused the offer of his Mum a few weeks ago to accompany her in town to get a new scout uniform for him. Yes, now he is remembering the last time, when he got two stinging smacks from his dad on the upper bared part of his thighs, for bad work in school. It was more than half a year ago, but Peter has still a lot of respect of his father.
Yes Peter's father is quite a strict man. That does not mean that he spanks his two sons a lot and Peter has only got two real hidings from his father up to now. But his father is a stern person form nature and sets up the rules clearly. And his sons know that they have a great time when they do what is expected from them and that it is very unpleasant when they make their father angry. So it is understandable that Peter was worrying if he could this time talk out himself successfully.
Suddenly he thought of the thrashing machines in the disciplinarium. He had experienced them three times up to now. The first two times he was send there from school at the age of 10 and 12. The third time was only two months ago, when he had just turned 14. There he was send by his Mum (his dad was working aboard for 3 month at that time) because he was in too late at evenings for the third time. His Mum gave him only a blue card with a one on it. He thought that will be an easy thing but the machine selected the cane and striped his buttocks 14 times in a very severe manner. It took more than a week until the whales started to fade away. At this thought a second time he instinctively touched with both hands his both bottom cheeks, which stuck out quite prominent in his thin, tight scout shorts. He was just calming down himself that his efforts in school after all are not such bad to earn him a trip to the machines. He was rubbing the goose pimples on his thighs, when his parents arrived. Peter jumped in their car and off they drove to the appointment with the teacher in the school.
Peter, his parents and Peter's teacher sat around a table and the conversation started first very hopefully for Peter. Of course his scout uniform was admired and then he was praised for his work he did with his scout group this afternoon. But the conversation turned to his efforts in school the last half year and the teacher pointed out that his performance curve is going down definitely. The teacher asked the astonished parents if they see any reason, which cause this decrease of Peter's results and if there are any problems in the family. Of course Peter's parents shook their head that there is no reason at all in the family live. Then Peter tried to defence himself and explained that he does his best and that it may be that just the tasks are now more difficult than in the past. But there his teacher broke in and pointed out, that his result just got worse in this subjects where he had to learn. And to point out this point his teacher brought a long list of bad or not done work, which Peter had already forgotten.
Peters Dad got more and more angry, when he realised that his former properly working son got more and more lazy. He ordered Peter to stand up and griped him at his left wrist pulling him close to him. And then Mr. Granding started a scolding while administering a loud cracking smack on Peter's upper right thigh just below the hen of his shorts. This smack made Peter really jump and instinctively rubbing the stinging punch on his thigh. And of course the already embarrassed boy had now really difficulties to hold back his tears. The teacher, also a little bit irritated from the outburst of Peter's Dad, ordered Peter to stand straight beside the table, stop rubbing and put his hands aside. Then in a more cooler way, the teacher lectured the boy too. He told him, that he has to turn back to his former well working attitude and that he need a reminder that his laziness will have sever consequences.
When he spoke of the consequences he pulled out the blue punishment strip and placed it on the table. Now Peter was really shocked and could not hold his tears any more and burst out mixed with sobs: „please no strip ... I will work really hard ... I promise." But the teacher only said: „Be quiet boy it is not your turn now." And to the parents he said: „I would suggest a number three". But Mr. Granding said: „No I think this time it should be a really good reminder. Make it a four". The teacher looked at Peter's mother and to Peters horror his Mother supported his father too and added „It is not only in school were he is not doing his duties properly."
Then Peter was allowed to say his part but the only thing he could bring out was a sobbing and a „nooo please not..." „Ok then I will note a four" the teacher said and advised Peter to bring the acknowledged strip back tomorrow to school.
So Peter left with his parents. On the floor of the school building they met a few other pupils of Peters class with their parents. Some looked quite happy, some a little bit worried too. But no one showed his trouble more obviously than the red faced and wet eyed Peter between his two parents. Only when they were nearly at the exit door they suddenly heard a loud screaming accompanied with the sound of a smacking behind them. It seemed that the screaming came from a girl or a younger boy. There Peter realised that he is not the only one who is in trouble today and his father said in a sarcastic voice „soon our young mister has the chance to cry a little bit louder".
Peter was ordered back into the car and his parents drove him to the disciplinarium closest to their home. When they arrived there his father said:" You know what you have to do. When your blistering is done you go strait away back home. Your Mom and I have to go in town. When we arrive home we want to see you standing in the punishment corner with hands on your head. Is that understood?" „Yes but I ..." Peter wanted to say. But his father asked again very sternly: „Is that understood?" „Yes Sir" Peter sobbed in tears again. „That's good boy" said his father as he guided him out of the car and gave him a light pad on his protrude buttocks.
Hardly trying to control himself Peter entered the disciplinarium. Fully concerned with himself he slit his security card and the punishment strip in the entrance facility and a 'punishment servity four' flashed for a short moment. Just when he wanted to sit down he realised how filled up the waiting room was. There were surely about 20 children waiting for their punishment. More than two third of them were boys. All were waiting there until one of the three machines was free again and the electronic voice called their name to enter. Peter found a free place on one of the wooden benches to sit down. He felt really how hard the wood was and first was changing every few seconds his sitting position, to give as less as possible pressure to his bottom cheeks. But then he realised that this is nonsense and tried to train his buttocks and let them feel the pressure of the wooden bench. He was sure, that he will not make the mistake he did last time and think that it will be easy to take it and then will be totally surprised how painful it is. This time I will think of the coming pain he said to himself, while putting his hands under his buttock and really pressing them together.
But it was hard to concentrate. So his brain was really going crazy. Once he was thinking back to the scene were his dad gave him the smack just in front of his teacher - him the 14 year old boy and he war nearly in tears again. Then he discovered one of the loudly sobbing little boys opposite to him and tried shocked to control his upcoming tears for not looking like the little boys, too. Then he looked like the 13 year old blonde boy just diagonally on the other side of room. He sat there like Peter pressing the teeth on his lips and trying to look nowhere while he hold with both hands the upper part of his thighs. Peter was really mostly concentrated to himself and realised only with half attention what else was going on. He totally ignored the sobbing little boys, looked a little bit at the boys around his own age. He knows them nearly all form his school, but no one was from his own class. Ah yes this 12 year old, he know him from the scouts. But when Peter looked at that boy he got no eye contact because the twelve year old was staring just before him at the floor and bit intensively on his lib and was trying hard to avoid starting sobbing while he fondled nervously with his hands on his bare legs - yes he was really rubbing unconcentrated up and down his upper legs. Peter also had only a moment time for him and was really disturbed form this loud crying girl who came out of machine number 2, holding her but and so displaying her red hiny. This was really an exception. Sobbing was normal for the 7 to 11 years old and the older ones tried to control their sobbing but did not always succeed.
Peter just recognised a girl who was in one class ahead of him. She was sitting at the same side of the room as Peter. She was one of the few children who where not in school uniforms. She sat just here her face hidden in her hands. When someone was coming out of the machine she just looked up for a moment to fall back in her previous position. Suddenly her name was called and she jumped up immediately, opened the belt of her jeans and while doing that walked to the door number 3. This impressed Peter and he decided not to look such wide eyed on every spanked child who came out of one of the doors and concentrate on his own things.
But there he discovered just at the opposite site of the room Timmy. He lives just in the neighbour house. He is not in his school though he is only one year younger. He was sitting there in his sports gear, training-shorts and a t-shirt. When their eyes met they nodded to each other and Timmy made a sign at Peter which signalled "what a missery". Then Timmy held up two fingers and pointed at himself. It took a while for Peter to understand but then he signalled his number four back to Timmy, who showed him his surprise by a grimaced face. Timmy nodded to the number display indicating that it will soon be his turn. At this moment the door opened and Timmy's name was called. Timmy jumped up, gave his bum a last intensive rubbing, fetched his security card and made his way in door number one. Peter tried to give him a supporting look, but Timmy had no sense for that. Even it is was less than ten minutes until Timmy "was done", it seemed an awful long time for Peter. But there Timmy was coming out. Yes it seemed he has cried. Peter tried to get eye contact but Timmy headed straight to the exit to get his confirmation card. There he was like every child after the punishment. The only aim is: Out of here as soon as possible. Peter was really horrified when he saw the back view of Timmy. The upper third part of Timmy's thighs were covered with clearly visible red stripes. It was clearly that he had the strap. Peter thought of his own tight shorts and how clearly his marks will be visible when he walks home. For a moment he was to tears again.
Peter had lost time and was just concentrating on a red hair boy who was looking very bravely and experienced when he suddenly heard his own name being called and his security number lighted up. Stricken by the thunder he jumped up and walked to the door one. Slid his card and then was instructed to bare below the waist. Before he has already decided: "I have not to hurry because I have only to push down my pants and underpants, my shirt I can just push over my head". He didn't know why he glanced such intensively at the fresh caned bottom of that boy beside him, who just came out of the machine 2. It was only a moment, but when he realised the down counting clock he had already lost 25 seconds. Now he really got in hectic and hurried to remove his shorts and nearly felt when he wanted to step with his shoes out of them. Down with the underpants. He was such trembling that he had really difficulties to unbutton the first few knobs on his shirt and pulling it over his head. Then he was really running and jumping on the yellow footprint. Without breath he lifted his arms and let himself fall when he felt that his arms are secured. He just realised the 0 on the countdown screen and felt relieved for a moment for having done it in time.
But then the long awaited punishment started. Even when it is a machine he felt very ashamed when the machine scanned over his naked bottom. Then he felt how he was brought in position and was transferred in a vertical position and then his bottom was moved a little bit up while at the same time the screen in front of him lit up and showed his white compact little bottom. It just looked as the camera zoomed at his bottom while this prominent part of his body was moved up a little bit and his two little trembling bottom cheeks separated a little bit more.
The number 56 showed up and a status message indicated "strapping sequence started". With a little relieve Peter noticed this message because he really feared to get the cane again. But then without any more warning just a hiss and the strap landed the first time across his both buttocks. It was only a part of a second as he saw the strap on the screen and then the first red strip on his white buttocks. But this stripe was accompanied by an enormous sting. Just when Peter breathed out another stripe was settled just below the first one across his two bottom cheeks. So Peter let out a little shout. And while he tried to control the pain just the next hit followed and then the next and then next....until with the seventh stroke the crack between buttocks and thighs was reached. It took only a little retardation until the same procedure was repeated, now from the other side and now over the already existing red stripes.
Yes Peter was in pain and his bottom was really on fire. But on the other hand Peter got just the feeling 'oh _s_h_i_t_ that hurts a lot but maybe I can take that even without crying. And then he let out a loud shout when the next stroke of the strap hit his buttocks but no tears up to now.
When the first 14 cut where applied on Peters buttocks there was a little pause while Peter realised that his legs were spread even more and at the same time his bottom was pushed up. At the same time he noticed that on the screen before him his bottom was zoomed in more and more. Peter got a clear view into his crack deep in his bottom hole while he felt his legs spread so much that really nothing more was possible. Yes Peter began to cry, fearing that the dammed machine will split him. But then the moving stopped and he rested for a short moment in this wide spread shameful position viewing his wide opened but. But really only a short moment. Then the belt bite again in Peters flesh. Now only concentrating on the lower part of the right buttock but aiming right in the boys crack. Now without nearly any pause seven cracks landed on the right site near the boys but hole. And in a few seconds the right lowest part of the boys buttock up in the crack was in real fire while the chastised boy was only loud and in panic crying and desperately tried to get his bottom out of the way of the cuts. Peter tried to bring his legs together to get out of this shameful position but instead he has to remain in this wide opened position and receive the same medicine now on the lowest part of his left buttock.
Through the tears in his eyes Peter saw that the first part of his punishment was over. And with relieve he felt that the machine moved his wide spread legs now closer together yes he felt that he was now brought in a nearly horizontal position with half opened legs. Yes the camera showing his but zoomed out, too. Now his whole bottom and his legs nearly up to his knees were on view. While Peter was recognising this with relive he suddenly heard the next hiss. And then the burning pain. Oh now! Now the strap spanking arm of the machine had moved above the boys head and applied the strap lengthways across his buttocks while the end of the leather strap was landing on the upper third of the boys tender thighs. The first on the right the second on the left side. Always altering sides Peter got now his bottom checks but mainly the upper parts of his thighs strapped, too. And this caused the most pain, the ending part of the strap which landed on the tender parts of the boys upper legs. Especially when the strap landed of the inner part of the boys thighs, the cry of the boy was the loudest and the marks were the most visible. 14 times Peter was strapped in this way. And each crack of the strap was accompanied by loud shouts and cries of the boy.
Yes Peter was really out of breath when this sequence ended. Now the screen was displaying the last 14 ones. But there Peter read on the screen „strapping sequence ended". What's that does this thing end before it should. There was a glow of hope in Peters mind. But only for a short moment. Then he was moved again, his legs were put close together and he was brought in a bent over position again. Peter knows this position and there he got the conformation for his suspicion, when on the screen „ caning sequence for boys older 14" appeared. Peter forgot everything. Even before the first stinger on his bottom landed, he started to cry and plead „Please not...noooo stop!! Stop it please ..." But nobody heard him, instead the cane was hissed across the boys already read buttocks, which caused the chastised boy to cry and snob even louder and more intensively. Peter didn't see his flexing deep red buttocks on the screen before him. He didn't see how the cane produced one after another of this deep blue red stripes across his already red buttocks. He only felt this enormous sting when again the cane marked his bottom. And the stinging got more and more unbearable when the caning went more and more down the boys buttocks near the beginning of the legs. The ending buttock beginning leg area was not red it was blue-red when the caning ended.
Peter was still loud crying when the machine made him stand and loosed the lashes. Yes Peter had difficulties to control his sobbing and had really difficulties to put on his cloths, especially his sorts. Really ashamed and really hurt he got his confirmation report and made his way out of the disciplinarium, as fast as he could.
That Peter was a boy who just got his punishment could everyone see, who met the boy on the street. From the front it was the still teary face from the back everyone could see the new wales on his bare upper legs. And a boy who was pressing his hands so tenderly on his buttocks must be one who got it really good. But this was nothing too special in the days of the spanking machine. And the most people who passed Peter on the busy street on his way home, thought that the boy just got his deserved. Only a few, mostly younger ones grinned at him, while quite a few pupils of his own age touched stealthy their own buttocks...
But Peter's punishment was not completed jet. He had to have his corner time with hands on his head. And of course his dad inspected his bare bottom in front of the family. He opened Peters belt and put Peters shorts and underpants down to his ankles while the boy had to stand hands on head in the corner. Peter feared that he will get another thrashing from his Dad. But even Peters Dad was impressed from thrashing the boy had received from the punishment machine, that he didn't feel the need to add another one. Peter just had to stand in the corner while his dad downloaded his punishment video and watched it. What Peter most hurt, was that his pleads and cries were recorded, too. After really serious promises from him to do now better in school again his corner time and his punishment was finished and he was allowed to help his mother to prepare the evening meal in the kitchen.
There they hear through the wide opened window Timmy's cries from the neighbour house. „Oh now Dad ... please not.. I got it already from the machine... no Dad .. nooo .. please ... Ohwww ...Ohoww..." accompanied by the spanking sounds of a leather belt. There Peter's mother touched tenderly Peter's seat and said: „Don't you need this from time to time to be nice and obedient?" Peter let out only a silent: „owwwtch Mum" and leaned his head on her shoulder. His Mum gave him another tender smack and a kiss.