Author's note: I have been fascinated with the concept of a spanking machine for as long as I can remember. The very idea of a cold, impersonal mechanical object, whose only purpose is to inflict as much pain as possible with no regard to the recipient....well, that is simultaneously scary and intriguing. This is the latest manifestation of that fantasy. Even though I am a spankee who has the utmost admiration and respect for a punishment very well laid on, the degree of severity in this story is certainly beyond what I would ever want to actually receive. I guess therein lies the difference between fantasy and reality.
In the year 2120, the state of Georgia decided that the crime rate in prison was rising too drastically. Therefore they decided to reinstitute corporal punishment in their prison system. They further reasoned that if this discipline was of a very severe nature, not only would it reduce crime in prison, but it might well serve as an additional deterrent to members of society at large.
There was, however, one interesting twist in their decision: due to the possibility of lawsuits regarding unfair treatment at the hands of one or another of the guards, all corporal punishment would be administered by a computer-controlled spanking machine. A system of punishments for the infraction of rules was set up, and the prison hired a "Punishment Administrator", Stephen, whose job it was to keep a ledger of all spankings and to set up the machine with the proper punishment for any unfortunate miscreants. Of course, the rules also accorded more severe punishment for successive visits to the spanking machine.
It was in this institution that Timothy found himself. Timothy was anything but a model prisoner, and had found himself on the receiving end of the spanking machine several times in his first month of incarceration. Thinking that he couldn't take another 5 years of the beatings, Timothy successfully engineered his escape. Much to his chagrin, he was re-captured after a mere 3 days of freedom.
Upon his return to the prison Timothy was immediately marched to the punishment room by two burly guards. The room was large and soundproof, located next to the prison's infirmary for obvious reasons. The Punishment Administrator's face lit up when he saw Timothy enter the room. "Ahh, Timothy...welcome back! I knew you'd get caught, but the time you were out allowed me to get your punishment programmed into the machine. You see, your offense is the most severe, short of murder, and we've never had reason to set up a punishment of the calibre you're about to receive. Please disrobe and place yourself over the bench for the preparation. Guards, please remain in the room to ensure Timothy's compliance."
The bench, which looked like a normal spanking bench, was elevated in the center to make the buttocks more prominent. After stripping, Timothy was strapped to the bench, and Stephen began the preparation. First Timothy's bottom was shaved, and then thoroughly scrubbed with a piece of steel wool. This scrubbing was ostensibly to clean all hair and shaving cream from the spankee's bottom, but in reality was designed to roughen up the ass and remove a few layers of skin. With a freshly-shaved and scrubbed bottom, the upcoming beating would be felt MUCH more intensely and cause considerably more longterm damage and pain.
His buttocks tingling and already a little sore, Timothy was directed to take his place at the spanking machine. He placed his feet on the two small yellow x's, and his ankles were cuffed into position with his legs spread wide. Next, a padded bar was raised and positioned at his waist. Timothy's hands were then pulled straight out in front of him, and drawn well forward, making him bend tighly stretched over the bar. They were fastened to an upright pole, which had a video monitor, a digital clock and a small red button next to his right hand. The spanking apparatus, which looked like an upside down "U" was positioned directly over the small of his back. Attached to the device were 4 arms, one on each side and two suspended from the top. Stephen stepped to each side and positioned the arms, first at the top of Timothy's buttocks and then at the thighs, approximately 3 inches below the bottom crease. Each position was entered into the computer. The process was repeated with each of the upper arms. The entire distance from left to right hip and top to bottom of the target area was then entered into the computer. With a leering grin, Stephen stepped in front of Timothy, and showed him two small objects he held in his hand. "Timothy, just for you we've added something new for your punishment. These are what we call "Crack Dividers". As you can see, they have little pointy ends, and unscrew from the center to widen them. Even by themselves they are quite uncomfortable, but when you consider their purpose, they are downright devilish. You see, we'll place one of these directly above your butthole, and one directly below it. By widening them, the points will dig into some very sensitive areas and hurt considerably. However, the real pain will come when the tips of the lash land in your spread open crack, especially when they land directly on your asshole!"
With a chuckle Stephen placed the Crack Dividers, and stepped to the computer. "OK, Timothy. Here's what's going to happen. You've been sentenced to receive 200 swats with the lexan paddle, which is mounted to your left. You will also receive 200 swats with the Fraternity paddle mounted to your right. Of course both paddles have holes to ensure your bottom gets some really good blisters. One of the arms above you contains a synthetic birch rod, with which you will receive 75 cuts. The other contains a tarred, knotted cat-o-nine tails, which is also set for 75 cuts. The computer will randomly decide which implement will roast your backside, and all strokes will be VERY hard. You will determine the speed of the punishment by pushing the red button by your right hand whenever you are ready for the next stroke. However, don't forget that the timer tells you how long you have to complete your punishment. We have allowed one hour for this punishment, and if you fail to administer the 550 strokes within that time, you will be awarded one extra stroke with each of the four implements for each 15 seconds over the time limit. That comes to an extra 16 strokes for each minute over. Should you reach 90 minutes, the timer will be turned off and the button deactivated. The computer will then administer double whatever original and or penalty strokes you may have remaining. All right, then...enough of this small talk. Let the fun begin!"
The timer lit up with a big "60" and the machine whirred to life. Timothy closed his eyes and depressed the button. CRACK!! The lexan paddle smashed into his bottom, leaving a bright red strip marked with small white circles. One lick, and the blisters were already starting to form. About 10 seconds later, SWISH!! The birch rod dug into his left cheek, one of the rods snaking into his spread crack. THWACK!! The cat bit into that same cheek! Timothy screamed. CRACK!! The lexan paddle again. CRACK!! The same implement yet again! WHACK!! This time the Frat paddle, across his upper thighs and sit spot. The birch to the left cheek again...the lexan paddle...the birch again, this time on the right...the cat to the left...the Frat paddle...the Frat paddle...the cat directly on his asshole.
Only thirteen strokes into his punishment, Timothy finally summoned the courage to open his eyes. The monitor showed his buttocks, which looked like a picture of the moon, but MUCH redder...almost scarlet already. Especially the left cheek, which had gotten significantly more attention and was showing signs that it might begin to bleed soon. The timer showed a full 5 minutes had already elapsed. At this rate it was going to take more than the maximum 90 minutes allowed! Timothy knew he was going to have to pick up the pace significantly.
With a gut-wrenching sob, Timothy screwed his eyes shut and pressed the button again. A heavy price to pay for three days of freedom!