Dave and Hannah were an "item", so when the 7th grader heard that she had been given a discipline chit by her mother for coming home late from the movies on Saturday, well, he was heartbroken. He vowed to go to the "machine" with her, to help support her.
The FutureSpank machines were different varieties of the same thing, simply machines that did the work of parents, educators, and the court system. Their inability to show any emotion meant that if a child were assigned twelve strokes with a paddle, they would receive twelve strokes, given at the exact level of strength as ordered. No amount of pleading would change the machine's mind. It was a nameless, faceless, emotionless executioner.
"The Machine" as they were all called now, by both spankees and those who ordered them there, consisted of a waiting room, filled with big screen TV sets showing what was happening to the individuals in the actual machines at that time. While a parent could request that their child's punishment not be telecast, no educator, nor judicial official could do so. Frankly, it was almost never done by parents either, feeling that the embarassment was an additional punishment which just might cause the child to rethink their actions in the future. Upon entry, the child would swipe their identity card, and then either swipe the punishment "chit" given to them, or a punishment could be imputed without a chit, as in the instances when a child had done something away from home, and a parent just took him or her into the closest machine.
Visitors were encouraged. While in the first few years, the places were packed, they slowly lost their draw, and few visitors actually would take the time to stop. A moving sign would display the child's identity number, and the machine they were assigned to. Woe to the child who did not watch closely, as a one stroke per minute delay was added to every sentence for being tardy.
Dave and Hannah arrived at a relatively slack time. She had hoped to get her punishment over with before anybody, or at least before anybody she knew, saw her. She was embarassed that Dave was there, and he had told her that he would be happy to wait outside if she wanted. She said "no", and he came in with her. She swiped her id, and then the chit from her mother. They took a seat on the hard plastic chairs. There were three boys waiting, and the six machines which were on line showed five boys, and one girl now in the process of "correction" as they liked to say here. Soon, two of the screens went blank, and shortly two boys came out, holding their seats, and visibly crying. Shakily, two of the boys who were sitting there got up, and went inside. Soon the TV screens lit up for them, and their punishments began. One more screen darkened, and a girl finally came out. Dave and Hannah looked at the lone boy across from him, and it was not until he saw them staring that he said he was just there to watch! Hannah's time had expired, and the screen showed three additional strokes now posted. She was so upset that she went into a fetal position and cried. Dave then did what he felt he had to do. He went inside, and took her place. Quickly, he stripped his clothes off and went into her assigned machine. He stepped onto the yellow footpads, and raised his hands above his head, grasping the handholds. At that moment, the room darkened. Soft restraints inflated over his ankles and wrists, and the screen lit up showing "DELAY! 8 ADDED STROKES TO BE GIVEN!" Dave gasped. Not only was he to get Hannah's spanking, but an added eight strokes on top of it. He could only hope that Hannah's mother had ordered a mild correction for her.
The machine now pushed a bar up to his pubic area, and gently laid him over a padded bench, arms in front of him, legs now bent at an appropriate angle. Dave could see his own butt in the monitor, and knew that anyone in the waiting room would see it as well as Hannah. He felt proud for taking her punishment. A soft whirring sound from both sides of him took place. The machine posted a sign above the display of his buttocks. "ADDITIONAL STROKES NOW TO BE GIVEN" there was a large "8" showing. In miliseconds, he heard a high pitched whirring sound, and his buttocks exploded in pain, as a clear, narrow plastic (lexan) paddle with 32 precise holes in it, blasted his bottom, right at the spot where buttocks end and thighs begin, an incredibly sensitive "sit spot" area. He howled, and through teary eyes, saw a red stripe appear, filled with tiny white holes where the holes in the paddle had been. WHACK! the second stroke hit from the other side, right across the same spot. He tried to raise up, but the machine had done its job, and positioned him correctly, and with sufficient restraints to hold him tightly in position. His eyes cleared enough for him to see the message and the large "6" appear, as the paddles once again whacked from first his left side, then his right. This time, they were an exact paddle width higher. This part of his buttocks (and in fact the next two strokes also) were above the natural deeper separation caused by his anus. The strokes were better tolerated, but seemed to him to have been given at a harder setting. He was sobbing deeply as his eyes showed the "2" on the screen. He could see purplish marks around the hole spots on his butt cheeks. The next two strokes hit him higher yet, coming downward more, causing the flesh to pool toward the bottom, searing the skin near the top of his butt, which was stretched tighter than the rest. He screamed as the WHACK-WHACK occurred. The TV showed "PENALTY STROKES GIVEN"
He felt his legs being moved apart, and his butt being thrust higher. When he looked at the screen, he could see his dangling scrotum, and the tip of his penis showing on the screen. Oh, what had he gotten himself into? The screen then broadcast "MAIN PUNISHMENT TO BEGIN! 24 birch strokes/ Female." He wondered what the "female" meant as the birch rods appeared and then started at the top of each cheek, one on each side, walking their way down to his anal opening. The screen showed "12", and the scratches of the rods over his already inflamed buttocks meant that beads of sweat were mixing with small droplets of blood. His butt took on a reddish cast, which ran down his legs. Then, the noise of movement made him wonder what was going on. The birch rods had repositioned themselves, a fact that he was soon to find out, for when a "male" received a birching, the rods would spend one half of the sentence whipping the anal area and the perineum, the area between the anus and scrotum. This was a terrible thing.
When a "female" was punished, since no potential damage to testicles could occur, the rods simply started near the anus, and proceeded to whip the entire vaginal area, spending time whipping into the exposed lips.
Dave was not a "female", but he was going to find out how they were whipped! A birchrod came down exactly along the crack of his butt, from on top, to directly over his bottom hole. This rod hit the previously white, unmarked area of his bottom. The second stroke came upwards from between his legs, a particularly nasty stroke to the vagina. - Except in Dave's case, his vagina consisted of his two most precious jewels, and the very penis that was (in effect) accused of causing Hannah to be in trouble. He SCREAMED at the top of his voice, as the upper rod moved down a fraction, and the lower rod once again whipped his penis and now caused his swollen scrotum to sway back and forth. The fifth stroke, from above, covered his perineal area. The sixth, from below, got his balls and penis again. For some reason, unknown to him, probably the extreem pain, or perhaps the friction of the twigs, his penis started to rise. It was like a flagpole, holding the flag of the defending troops.
The seventh stroke landed on his balls from above, smashing them down to only be lifted up again by the lower stroke. This upper/lower stroking continued, Dave's scrotal area inflamed and bleeding from hundreds of tiny cuts, his penis scratched, both along the shaft, and especially on the head, as it bobbed back and forth with the strokes.
The screen went black, and the lights came on. Dave was hoisted up onto his feet, and the restraints were gently removed. The machine was programed to not release the wrist restraints until it sensed the person could stand. It took Dave quite a while before he could hobble out. Jockey shorts were out of the question, as he stuffed his shirt into his pants, not even fastening the clasp. Slowly, he walked outside. There was Hannah, in tears. "Why did you do that? she asked. Before he could answer, she told him that her mother had called on her cellphone as soon as the spanking started. Obviously, those were not her daughters balls showing on the screen (parents could tune a TV and watch the punishments, if they wished). Because of the "deception", her mother had increased her punishment to 36 strokes, followed by 12 paddle strokes. Hannah was livid, as she yelled at him to leave, and never to speak to her again.
Dave leaned against a chair (walking and sitting would not be a pleasant experience) and watched the screen light up, his former friend's bottom and girlish charms now exposed as first one, then two birches swiped her butt, causing the alabaster skin to pinken.
"Maybe I should just sit for a while before I try to walk home" Dave thought.