Party Plan
(Mach/mm, machine, aud, nc)
By Nialos Leaning
copyright 1997 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, reposting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must retain in their entireties the following statements:
"The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. This story depicts preteen boys being spanked by a computerized machine. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material do not read further, and do not save this story."
"If you don't like stories of this nature, then do not read this story. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material."
"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author neither advocates, condones or personally engages in any such behavior."
"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two."
"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."
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Party Plan
by Nialos Leaning
"We're home, mom," shouted nine-year-old Billy Madsen as he bounded into the house, followed by his eleven-year-old brother Bobby.
Entering the living room, both boys abruptly halted upon seeing the very strange looking contraption sitting in the middle of the floor.
"What's that," asked Bobby, "an exercise machine?"
"No, that's what I'll be selling at my house parties," replied his mom. "The CyberSpank Industries Domestic Discipline Unit. A spanking machine."
"A spanking machine!" exclaimed Billy. "Some of the kids at school are saying there's one next to Mr. Farmington's office."
"Not yet there isn't," said Mrs. Madsen. "But, if he likes the job it does on your bottoms tonight, he'll be ordering the school model, the Scholastic Attitude Adjuster."
"Mom, you don't mean that! " blurted out a suddenly frantic Bobby. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, I'm not," she told her sixth grader. "Mr. Farmington called about the fight you picked with those fifth graders and your smart mouthing him afterwards."
"Maybe Bobby wasn't good at school today," interjected Billy, " but I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Is that what you think, young man?" retorted his mom. "Did you forget about the little matter of a 'D' on yesterday's spelling test? After you told me that you had studied for it? Mrs. Hanes told me all about that and your constant talking in class. By the way, she'll be here tonight with her two daughters."
"No fair!" shouted Bobby, "other kids, girls, being here."
"Oh yes, fair," replied Mrs. Madsen. "Several parents will be bringing kids, both boys and girls. That way, their children will get to see first hand what the machine can and will do to their bottoms."
Suddenly, Billy had a very scary thought. Usually, they were completely bare for spankings. "We won't be naked, will we?" he hesitantly asked.
Smiling slightly, Mrs. Madsen replied, "not completely. You'll be wearing special CyberSpank shirts, and nothing else. But I warn you, those aren't long enough to cover your bottoms, or your front side, for that matter."
"How many people will be here?" asked a distraught Bobby.
"Oh, about fifteen or so," answered his mom. "I'm afraid you're going to have quite an audience seeing your bare butts star at tonight's party."
"Please mom," a slightly sobbing Billy pleaded, "do we have to be bare?"
"Yes, you do," was his mother's answer. "CyberSpank shirts and clean briefs are on your beds. You have five minutes to get back down here wearing nothing but those shirts and underpants. Move, now!"
The boys hurriedly went upstairs to change. They were aghast at what they found on their beds. The shirts, front and back, had a picture of the CyberSpank machine whaling away at a bare bottomed boy. Above the picture, "CyberSpank for my naughty bare bottom," was printed. Below the picture was the CyberSpank logo. The thin, skimpy and tight briefs were a bikini style, cut high on the sides. The boys' genitals and bottom cracks were clearly outlined. The briefs also had the same picture and CyberSpank logo as the shirts. The instructions "remove before using CyberSpank," was printed on both sides of the briefs.
In just over five minutes, two very upset boys dressed in their CyberSpank outfits were once more standing in front of their mother. "Mom," Bobby protested, "we can't wear these, it's way too embarrassing."
"Oh, yes you can, and will," Bobby's mom replied.
"Besides," said their dad, entering from the basement door, "you're advertising the family business."
"Maybe," Mrs. Madsen added, "we should have them wear those shirts to school tomorrow."
"No way," shouted Billy before realizing he had just made his situation worse.
"You're getting extra punishment on the CyberSpank for that outburst, young man," Billy's dad pronounced. "If mom wants you to wear those shirts tomorrow, you will."
"Tom," Mrs. Madsen told her husband, "I think it's time we adjust the machine settings for the boys."
"Good idea, Mary," Mr. Madsen replied to his wife. He went over to the family computer, switching it on. Wires ran from the computer to the CyberSpank. Mrs. Madsen guided Bobby toward the machine. Centered on a three foot square platform were two horizontal poles, about four feet high and two feet apart. A padded bar was attached to the two poles. Bobby's mom adjusted the bar to his height and bent him over it.
"Comfortable?" she asked her son.
"Not really," replied Bobby.
"Well, you look about right to me," she replied to her son.
Next she took his left wrist and bound it to a cuff attached to a short pole set in a narrow foot long grove running parallel to the left front of the platform. Similar groves, with pole and cuff, ran parallel to the right front, left rear and right rear of the platform. Quickly, Bobby's other wrist and both ankles were cuffed to the other poles.
"OK, honey," Mrs. Madsen instructed her husband, "strecth him good." Mr. Madsen pressed a few keys. Immediately, the four cuff poles started moving toward the outer edges of the platform, only stopping when Bobby's arms and legs were stretched out as far as possible.
"Perfect," exclaimed his mom.
Bobby realized that in this position, minus his briefs, his butt hole and everything he had hanging between his legs would be visible to the audience. Not wishing to earn extra punishment on the machine, as Billy had, he wisely decided not to protest.
"Now, we adjust the paddles," Mrs. Madsen stated.
A heavy looking metal tube extended eighteen inches along the floor from both the left and right hand sides of the platform. At the end of each tube a five foot long pole rose. Attached to each pole was an eighteen inch arm, folded down almost parallel to the pole. At the end of each arm was a wooden oval, about three inches in diameter and almost a quarter inch thick. Bobby's mother raised the arms into a vertical position. She adjusted the arms position on the poles so that the paddles were at the same height as Bobby's bottom.
"Ok, almost done," his mom informed the family.
Finally, she positioned the left paddle squarely in the middle of Bobby's left bottom cheek, and the right paddle in the middle of his right cheek.
"All done, Tom," Bobby's mother told her husband.
"Good, the computer has all the settings," Tom Madsen replied. "Now, Bobby, when the computer is told you're in the machine, it will automatically adjust everything to the correct positions," his dad said. "Okay, let's do Billy now."
After releasing Bobby from the CyberSpank, Mrs. Madsen repeated the entire procedure with her younger son. Once she was done with Billy, the boys were sent off to do their homework till dinner time.
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All too soon for the boys liking, dinner was finished, dishes were cleaned and the garbage put out. The guests were arriving. To their mortification, the boys, still dressed in the CyberSpank shirts and briefs, had to answer the door as each guest arrived. Shortly after 7:00 p.m. all the guests were present, seven adults and ten children.
"Welcome, everyone," Mrs. Madsen began, "and thank you for coming. Tonight, you will see a demonstration of a truly remarkable machine, the CyberSpank Domestic Discipline Unit."
The seven parents applauded, the ten children frowned to varying degrees.
"Better than your hand," chimed in Mr. Madsen, "better than a paddle, hairbrush, strap or anything else you're currently using. The DDU, as we call it, guarantees an appropriate for the offense spanking each and every time."
"That's right," Mrs. Madsen picked up, "no more worries about not spanking long enough. The machine won't be fooled by phony early crying, excessive kicking, pleading or promises made in the hope of an early end to the spanking. The spanking ends on your child's bare end when it's supposed to end, not before." This comment brought chuckles to the lips of the parents, and even some of the kids.
"On the other hand," continued Mr. Madsen, "the machine has built in safeguards to protect against excessive and possibly injurious force."
"We'll be explaining more about all this shortly," Mr. Madsen added. "But for now, it's show time. So without further ado, let me introduce the stars of tonight's little demonstration, our sons Bobby and Billy. Boys, come over here please."
With pounding hearts, the boys went to their parents. Mr. Madsen stood by Billy, Mrs. Madsen by Bobby, all facing the audience. "The outfits the boys are wearing," said Mrs. Madsen, "are available in boys or girls styles, either with all boys, all girls, or both boys and girls in the pictures. Order some tonight, and get twenty-five percent off. As an added bonus, order a DDU tonight and you'll get three pair for each child in your family, absolutely free."
"Boys, turn around please, so our guests can see the other side of your outfits," ordered their dad. The boys did so, presenting their backs to the guests.
"As you can see, some important instructions are written on the briefs" said the boys mom, pointing to the "remove before using CyberSpank" printing. At the same time, both parents rapidly whisked the boys' briefs down to their ankles. Much giggling emanated from the children in the audience. "Actually," said the boys' mom as she patted their bare behinds, "these are the real stars tonight." This caused renewed chuckling among the adults.
"Bobby, Billy, turn back around, hands behind your heads," commanded Mr. Madsen. With much consternation, the boys did so, not wishing to make a bad situation worse. This set the watching kids to giggling again.
"We'll start with Bobby," said Mrs. Madsen. "Bobby, take three steps forward and explain to our guests why you're being punished."
Bobby, his embarrassment raising, took three steps closer to the seventeen watching pairs of eyes. "I picked a fight with some younger kids today and than told Mr. Farmington off, told him he couldn't tell me what to do."
Bobby's mother lead him over to the padded bar. Bending him over the bar, she cuffed him in position.
Bobby's dad sat down at the computer and pushed a few buttons. Immediately the padded bar rose to firmly meet Bobby's mid-section and his cuffed limbs were stretched as far as possible. "It's show time!" exclaimed Mr. Madsen.
Almost immediately, the left hand paddle smacked Bobby's left buttock cheek. Bobby cried out from the pain of the sudden impact. While the spank had hurt, he thought it was nothing that he couldn't stand. Four seconds later Bobby let out another shout of pain as the right hand paddle landed on his right cheek. Four seconds after that, another blow landed on his left cheek. Tears were now making their way down Bobby's face.
To Bobby's and the audience's surprise, both paddles next struck at the same time. These spanks started Bobby to a steady crying. He was sure that these had been harder than the previous ones. Then the right paddle struck with a blow Bobby thought had been just as hard as the dual strokes. His once pale bottom had now taken on a pink glow.
Bobby's sobbing turned to a steady wailing with the next spank, to his left side. This one was much harder than any of the proceeding strokes. Right, left, right, the spanks continued, at four second intervals and with varying degrees of severity. Bobby's bottom was now turning red, his wailing becoming a louder howling. "Stop, stop, " Bobby wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any intelligible sounds.
The machine continued to relentlessly delivered its spanks, left, left, both cheeks, right. Bobby's behind was now much redder, his howling almost ear splitting. The watching children were deadly silent, fervently hoping their parents wouldn't buy this monster of a machine. Billy was already crying, anticipating what the CyberSpank would do to his vulnerable hindquarters.
Still, the machine carried on, spanking Bobby's left, then two in a row to the right, followed by another dual shot to both cheeks. Bobby's rear was now a very deep red. He was completely out of control, his howls an unending scream of pain. He very desperately wanted to vigorously kick his legs and rub his burning butt. Actions his restraints effectively prevented. Billy was seriously considering making a mad dash out the front door, bare bottom and all.
At last, the machine delivered its final spanks, left, right and as a grand finale, simultaneous extremely hard blows to each of Bobby's now crimson bottom cheeks. Bobby had received a total of thirty spanks.
"Notice," Mrs. Madsen said as she pointed to Bobby's very hot bottom, "that there is no bleeding or brusing. "This little gizmo here," she continued, pointing to a small camera like device set up on a tripod positioned about three feet in front of and level with Bobby's bare red behind, "uses infrared to measure the heat radiating from the child's buttocks and to detect signs of actual or imminent bruising, bleeding or other injury."
"The machine's database contains information on the amount of heat a spanking of a given severity should generate," explained Mr. Madsen. "If the bottom is warming up too quickly or the machine detects that bruising or bleeding could soon occur, the machine will decrease severity. If the bottom is not getting hot enough, the machine will increase severity. In the unlikely event bruising or bleeding actually occurs, the machine will shut down."
"There's a big difference between a fourteen-year-old, like my Josh here," said Mr. Farmington, "and an eight-year-old, like Mrs. Hanes' Betty over there."
"Absolutely," said Mrs. Madsen. "The machine adjusts for age and size. If you look in the back of your booklet, you will see that there are sixteen tables. Each table has a row for each age, five to seventeen, plus adult. There are nine columns, numbered one to nine. When you set up the machine, you tell it which table you wish used for your child."
"For an eleven-year-old of normal size, like Bobby," said Mr. Madsen, "table seven is recommended."
"You classify offenses as either minor, major or serious," stated Mrs. Madsen. "After selecting a table, you tell the machine if you want to use column two or three for minor offenses. Column three is recommended. If you choose column two, the machine will use column four for major offenses and six for serious. If you choose three, the machine uses five for major and seven for serious offenses."
"The machine has three degrees of strokes," Mr. Madsen continued the explanation, "light, regular and hard. The overall force of each of these strokes is determined by the table selected and the age row in that table being used. The machine assigns each light stroke a value of one, each regular a value of one and-a-half, and each hard a value of two."
"We consider Bobby's misbehavior to be major," said Mrs. Madsen. "If you look at table seven, column five, you will see that for an eleven-year-old the number thirty-six appears. This is what determines the severity of the session. The total combined value of all strokes delivered will add up to this number. For major offenses, about half the value comes from regular spanks, the rest as evenly as possible from mild and hard spanks."
"But", Mr. Madsen informed the assembled guests, "because Bobby has had two other spankings in the last forty-five days, the machine used the row for age twelve. Because one of these were for smart mouthing a teacher at school, the machine has adjusted the severity level to column six, instead of five."
"Basically," explained Bobby's mother, "for each spanking in the last forty-five days, the machine adds a half year to the age level it uses. For each spanking received in the last sixty days for the same offense, the machine increases the severity level by a factor of one. Once a level of nine is reached, the machine increases the age row used by one for each additional instance, staying at level nine."
"So, Bobby ended up with a value score of forty-two, instead of thirty-six," Mr. Madsen said, finishing the explanation.
"What happens," asked the ever sharp Mr. Smithers, "if the adult row has been reached and there still are additional years and severity level increases to add in?
"If," answered Mr. Madsen, after reaching adult level, there are still more years to add, the machine goes to a higher table, determined by adding the current table number to the number of years still to be added. The machine will use the adult level of that table instead of the current table."
Bobby's mom released the still loudly sobbing youngster from the CyberSpank. She made him kneel in front of the audience, hands behind head, presenting his extremely hot and red bottom to one and all. "Don't even think of lowering your hands or sitting on your feet," she sternly warned, or it will be back to the machine for you." Bobby's only consolation was that unlike Billy, who was still facing the audience, his privates were for now safe from their gaze.
"Okay, you kids," Bobby's dad invited, "why don't you all come and feel how hot Bobby's behind is." Instantly, many pairs of small hands were touching Bobby's bottom. Bobby realized that the pawing children were freely getting another view of his genitals. To the punished boy's extreme embarrassment, one even coped from behind a feel of his family jewels. He hoped it was a girl and not a boy.
"Now," pronounced his mom, "It's Billy's turn to shine. Or, I should say, his bare bottom's turn."
Like Bobby, Billy had to step forward and explain his misdeeds to the audience. All too soon for him, he found himself secured in position over the padded bar.
"Just as with Bobby," said Mr. Madsen, "We consider Billy's behavior to be a major offense. If you look at table five, you will see that column five shows a value of twenty-eight for a nine-year-old."
"But," Billy's mom elaborated, "because he's had two other spankings recently, the computer is going to use the ten- year-old's value of thirty."
"Starting right now," said his dad as the first spank landed on his right cheek. On and on, at four second intervals, the spanks landed. Like Bobby, sometimes both cheeks were spanked at the same time, sometimes one cheek received several spanks in succession. By the twenty-first and final spank, Billy was howling out his extreme agony in a strident wail. When the machine finally stopped, Billy had a bottom almost as red, hot and sore as his brother's.
"Now, we have a little surprise for Billy," announced Mrs. Madsen.
"Earlier today," explained his dad, "Billy protested his mother's suggestion that the boys wear their CyberSpank shirts to school tomorrow."
"For this," his mom informed the guests, "we promised him extra punishment in the machine."
"The machine allows you to add an extra two to eight spanks," informed Mr. Madsen. "The severity of the strokes is determined by the computer, based on the just completed session."
"Billy is going to get four more spanks," Mrs. Madsen told the room.
Before Billy had time to realize what was to happen, the first of the additional spanks landed on his already extremely tender behind. This immediately brought his loud crying back up to a howling. With the fourth spank, Billy was serenading the entire neighborhood.
The crying, almost screaming, Billy was released from the machine. He was instructed to kneel next to his brother, red bottom on display for the guests. Once more, the awestruck watching children were invited to come up for a first hand up close and personal look and feel at what the CyberSpank machine could and would do to their own bottoms.
"We're now ready to take your orders for the DDU," announced Mrs. Madsen to the eager parents. "As an added bonus, if you make a deposit tonight, we'll take off an additional ten percent from our already low introductory prices."
The Madsen's noticed Mrs. Van Dorn, mother of seven-year-old twins Dennis and Margaret, whispering to Mr. Van Dorn.
"Good idea!" loudly proclaimed Mr. Van Dorn as he pointed toward the twins, "we want one for these two."
"And you're invited to have your next party at our house," stated Mrs. Van Dorn. "Using Peggy and Denny as the stars, of course."
"Plus," said Mr. Van Dorn, "I've give a fifteen per cent discount to anyone buying a computer from my store for use with the CyberSpank."
The Van Dorn's were only the first to order. Like the Van Dorn's, Mr. Farmington paid in full using a credit card. Further, he announced that he would recommend to the School Board that they put a scholastic model in each school.
The Smithers' and Mrs. Clayton each paid their deposit. Mrs. Hanes ordered, but privately told the Madsen's she couldn't afford the deposit for another three weeks. In consideration of her being Billy's teacher, they immediately told her they would still give her the ten per cent discount.
Every parent in the room had ordered. As the last family left and the boys sent upstairs to bed, bottoms still bare, Mr. and Mrs. Madsen smiled at each other, thinking of all the families yet to see the CyberSpank in action.
Soon, they knew, the very best behaved bunch of kids in the county would be in their very own neighborhood!
Nialos Leaning
"A red face, a red bottom,
a lesson well learned"