It was a dumb thing to bet on, but Jon felt he was the best basketball player in the city. He was watching the tall black kid's moves. While the kid was older than Jon's 12 years, he was a lot slower. Jon saw that he had on a really neat gold chain. He thought that would make a great Christmas present for his mom. He started playing a game of 3 on 3, and saw that he was a lot better player than the black kid. Finally, during a break, the kid came up to him, and complimented him. Jon was proud of himself. He told the kid how much he liked his chain. The kid said, hey, do you want it? When Jon said yes, the kid said they could play a little one on one, and if he won, he could have the chain. Jon thought a minute, and said, what if I lose? The kid said that then, he could take his place in an hour at the Disciplinarium, as he had been given a "slip"
(Please refer to original FUTURESPANK story for details on the Disciplinarium system.)
Jon thought it over, and agreed. Although he had never been at a Disciplinarium, he had been spanked plenty, and had heard that it wasn't so bad. Also, he knew that he could beat the kid.
Well, he was snookered. The kid trounced him, and gave him his slip in plenty of time for Jon to take his place. He and his buddies followed Jon, to make sure he followed through. Jon entered the building, swiped the "slip" (actually a plastic card) through the reader. There were plastic benches along the wall, and soft music playing. There was a girl about his age, and an older boy waiting. He saw numbers light up, and the girl left and went through the door. Soon, the door opened and two crying boys came out, and the other boy went in. Jon was begining to wonder about the wisdom of this, when "his" number came up. He went to the door, and opened it. Inside were 5 large machines. The light on #3 was blinking, and he went there. He was instructed by a mechanical voice to remove all clothing below his waist except for his shoes (hey, wait a minute, he thought, I didn't agree to this). The voice told him he had 2 minutes to disrobe and enter the machine, or he would be awarded penalty strokes. He figured he had better do it. He removed his pants and jockey shorts, and entered the machine. He was instructed to stand on the yellow footprints, and to grab the overhead wrist straps. When he did so, soft straps tightened against his ankles and wrists, and the machine moved a table like thing which was padded in the middle up to him, then gently forced him over it, as additional straps tightened around his shoulders, waist, and thighs. He was bent over, and suddenly a TV screen lit up in front of him, showing a view of a bent over boy, who's bag and penis and hole were on view. He moved a bit to confirm it was HIS butt on display. The screen then lit and showed a level 3 punishment. Jon knew that that was 3 times your age in the amount of strokes. The machine then showed 45. He was in a panic. It should be 36, but then he remembered, he was taking the place of the kid, who must be 15.
Jon heard a whirring motion, and suddenly felt a terrible pain, as his right butt cheek was smacked by a lexan paddle with many small holes in it. In a second, another paddle his his left cheek. Jon's breath was taken away, as the strokes continued, and the numbers clicked down. After the first dozen, he started to cry, then sob, then finally scream out in pain, but there was nobody to hear him. He could see his butt had turned a brilliant shade of red, as the paddles worked up and down his cheeks.
It seemed to take forever, but actually was only about 20 minutes, until the machine released him, and he stood up to be greeted by more pain. He staggered to the outside, dressed, (but could not put his jockeys on over his inflamed butt, so he put them in his pocket). He walked stiffly out, retrieved "his" card, and handed it back to the kid as he went outside. The kid asked him if he would like to play a game again tomorrow?