Please refer to original FUTURESPANK story for details on this series.
Congress and the President were so impressed with the drop in juvenile crime, and the apparent changes in attitude of children in general since the introduction of the the spanking machines, that they earmarked additional money so that a smaller, cheaper version of the machine would be available to schools. Targeting the middle schools of this great nation first meant that literally thousands of the machies were ordered. The DesMoines newspaper was the first to publish the news that a machine had been ordered for Fillmore Jr. High, and would be one of the first installed. The article explained the background of the machines, and gave specific details on how school administrators and teachers would benefit by being able to administer immediate discipline. The paper showed photos of the new machine, including one which showed the backside of a boy, after the completion of a session. The color photo of his brilliantly red butt left no questions in anyone in Desmoines mind that the machines were effecient!
The student body tried to not show too much emotion about the machine, which had been installed in a former teacher's break area. The teachers loved the fact that they could have a well deserved cup of coffee, and could stare at the machine, and even secretly hope that it would be in use sometime when they just happened to be there.
The machines differed from those in the official disciplinariums. It was smaller. It was not enclosed. It did not have automatic alternate implement abilities. It could only use the implement that had been chosen. Most schools, including Fillmore Jr. High, chose the paddle, if for no other reason than the paddle had historically been used in schools for eons. This paddle, however was not a heavy wooden thing made in woodshop for the teachers. It was a state of the art Lexan paddle, 4 inches wide, with 16 randomly spaced 3/8" holes along it's 22" business end. While it was possible to give a paddling over clothing, it was not encouraged, as the machine had scanners which would check the severity of the punishment by registering color and heat changes in the buttocks of the boy or girl. Like the big machines, it did include a large monitor in front of the student which showed in close up, the butt which was being chastised. Unlike most big machines, the school machine also could be used to broadcast actual punishments to classrooms, using the existing classroom monitors.
Charles Evans was a likeable kid, kind of slow in his actions, but easy going, and a kid who's freckled face usually held a broad smile. In his 13 years, he had never visited a Disciplinarium, and had only once been paddled at school. That was when coach Rider warmed the nylon seats of the entire 5th grade boys basketball team, after they had tried to sneak a peek into the girl's locker room. All of this was going to change, and Charles would wish that he had stayed home in bed, or at least had never heard the word "cigarette" after being hooked on the things 2 months earlier, to the extent that he risked sneaking a smoke under the rear stairway of the school. Smoking was strictly forbidden, and was punishable by a visit to the Disciplinarium. Charles, however was "lucky" enough to not have to travel across town for his discipline, no, he would get to be the first student to be able to sign the punishment book before a trip on the machine.
The entire process, being caught, brought before the vice principal, and the walk to the lounge, could not have taken more than 15 minutes. In that 15 minutes, however, the school became alive with the news! Charles was brought into the room, where he saw the machine for the first time, and for the first time in his school career, he was scared enough to cry. Two teachers were in the room, and the vice principal said that it was OK for them to stay as witnesses, then said that it wasn't as important as with a normal spanking, because he planned to broadcast this to the entire school! Charles froze at those words. The principal put in a VCR, and showed Charles a 4 minute video on the proper way to be paddled! He was made to remove his jeans and jockey shorts (in front of one lady teacher, no less), showing everyone his almost hairless penis, which he tried unsucesfully to cover up with his hands. He was made to replace his shoes, and step onto a pad on the machine, which had been started, and was making a soft whirring sound. Charles was told to grip a yellow set of handlebars over his head, and felt air braces inflate over his wrists and ankles. Slowly, a padded bar pushed against his pubic bone, pushing his butocks out, as the machine slowly bent him over. He saw a big monitor light up in front of him, showing him (and the entire school, he was to learn), a close up of his butt. A soft bell rang, and two things happened almost at once. First, he could see an arm detach itself from the machine, which was holding a clear plastic paddle like thing. Then, the monitor in front of him lit up with the number "30". Within seconds, a whistling sound occurred, and fire lit his backside as the first stroke was applied. He caught his breath, determined to not cry out, as an unseen to him identical arm from the other side blasted his butt again. He was taken by surprise, and yelled out. He also could now see, through teary eyes, his butt on the monitor, as bright red stripes, with little white circles (where the paddle holes were) formed on both of his cheeks. A second volley of strokes hit, and he felt like his butt was on fire. By the 6th round, he was trying to move his butt out of harms way. By the 10th round, he was bucking like a bronco, and yelling at the top of his lungs. (His friends later told him that he ought to learn to wipe his butt better, as there was a bit of toilet paper stuck on his hole.) He never knew if they could see it or not, as he was crying so much he could not see the monitor, not even when it had counted down to zero.
Charles was helped from the machine, and had his undies and jeans pulled up by the two teachers. To say that he was now famous was an understatement, as boys and girls would brush against his behind, to see him flinch.
Two days later, the classroom monitor came on in his history class, and he enjoyed seeing a boy and girl, who had been caught smoking, receiving the same thing that he had received. He was embarassed, knowing that his balls and hole were on view for the whole school, and was amazed at the clear close up of the anatomy of Cheryl Jackson, the head cheerleader for Fillmore Jr. High!