Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 66
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 66: Hanging Around

S. F. managed to find his voice again, to his relief. "She took them," he said softly. "Emily. She took my clothes." He again felt the shame admitting it that he had felt originally when it had happened, when Emily, looking twice as big as him in his eyes, as big as Mrs. Ardmore's daughter, in fact, had loomed over him and threatened to hurt him if he didn't give them to her.

"She said she'd hurt me if I didn't let her have them," S. F. said, feeling even more like a coward.

"An' den she hurd 'im anyway," Chad chimed in, having pulled his head out of the sink. "She kigged 'im in the nuds – the desdes!" he amended as Mrs. Hendricks frowned. She, in turn, glared at little Quentin, who was staring open-mouthed at S. F.'s enormous, swollen testicles, evidence that he was, indeed, telling the truth.

"Go get the school nurse," Mrs. Hendricks commanded. Quentin was off like a shot. Gabriel concentrated on blending in with the background, hoping not to call attention to himself. He wanted to see the rest of this scene, however it might play out. He was actually quite good at blending into the background – it was one of the things that had enabled him to survive up to this point.

"Emmidy wen' oud da frr drrr," Chad said earnestly. 'You god to cach 'er!"

"Out where?" the principal asked.

"Da frr drrr," Chad mumbled. "Da. Ferrr derrr!"

"The fire door," S. F. said softly. "She said she was going to leave out the fire door."

"Well, if she put on the boy's clothes, she'd probably miles away by now," Mrs. Hendricks said. "Her mother's down in her classroom, I suppose we'd best notify her first."

Across the room, Randy Martinez was trying to stand up while still doubled over his gut and clutching it with both hands. The effort sent him into a fit of retching, and he remained doubled over, gasping but on his feet. His balls were aching more than he'd thought possible despite only being hit a glancing blow by Emily.

"Wearing the clothes of the other sex is an abomination!" The Reverend commented, his voice the pulpit voice of doom. "Deuteronomy 22:5. The convergence of male and female clothing is one of the signs of the approaching Apocalypse."

"I'm sure perpetrating abomination wasn't on the girl's mind as much as escape," Mrs. Hendricks said dryly. She looked at S. F. sharply. "She took all your clothes?" she asked sharply.

"Not all," S. F. said, blushing furiously. He kicked at the sodden underpants that had lain on the floor unnoticed until this point. "Just my pants and shirt," he added.

The principal leaned over and picked up the white cloth from the floor, holding them out at arm's length like they were dipped in poison. "Are these yours?" she asked unnecessarily. S. F. nodded miserably. The urge to clutch his sore, swollen, aching balls and lift them was enormous, if only to take the strain off his scrotum for a minute. He could feel warm wetness oozing from his backside and trickling down his leg, tickling as it went. A glance down verified the worst – bright red blood was tricking down his inner calf slowly, oozing toward his ankle.

"They're wet," the principal said finally, as if it had taken her a minute's careful examination of S. F.'s underpants to discern this fact.

"She made 'im pud dem in 'is moud," Chad slurred. He turned and spit red into the sink, running the water again to wash it down. He drank from the spigot and spit again.

The Reverend admired the smaller, more immature boy from the rear as he bent over the sink. He never tired looking at their naked bodies. It didn't matter if they were male or female – they were God's creations, and God was indeed good. He had made them both, male and female, to populate the Earth. Prior to The Fall, when man and woman had discovered original sin, the generative organs of Adam and Eve had been pure, probably as small and nearly hairless as this boy's, but once they'd known carnal lust, their organs had become dirty and depraved, and large and hairy, too, he had no doubt. Adam and Eve had made clothing then, to hide the organs of depravity, but God had seen their shame, and known they had transgressed, and banished them from the Garden, decreeing that through sin they must reproduce for all time, through the process of crude coupling and sweating and grunting and befouling the nether parts. The bodies of children, though, were unsullied and innocent, and their organs were therefore pure as well, pure and beautiful. And pure and beautiful they remained, until their uncontrollable lusts sprouted along with hair in their sanctified regions, and they spoiled their sanctity with self-pollution and frenzied, wanton coupling of male and female and even male and male and female and female.

It was from this fate that he tried to save them, punishing their lusts, teaching them to keep their lascivious hands away from their scepters and their treasure boxes, shaving, plucking, and waxing away that body hair and keeping them young children as long as possible.

That didn't mean that he thought sexual pleasure was unholy. Oh, no, sexual pleasure was one of God's great gifts. But it was a gift of God, not of man and woman, and certainly not a gift one should give to oneself! If God saw fit to bless you with his glory, that was a truly wonderful thing. But the gift had to come from God, not from your own hands, or the lips of a partner, and certainly not from inserting the holy scepter in the sewer of the nether orifice!

This boy bending innocently over the sink was one of God's gifts to him – beautiful rounded little buttocks, with just the glimpse of a tight and unsullied orifice inside the cleft between them. Oh, he had a few of those unsightly hairs over his staff, the hairs that signaled his fall from innocence was imminent, but the small, immature form of his member and his jewels of Adam betrayed his innocence. These youngsters, the unsullied, were truly a gift to him from God, a beautiful sight that sent the power of the holy spirit surging through his loins. Indeed, there were no more beautiful sights than that of a naked prepubertal boy walking innocently and unashamed toward him, small scepter swaying slightly with his movements, the small sack containing the jewels of Adam shifting in shape with each step, barely visible under the soft, dangling member. And the view was just as good after he passed by, tight fundament flexing muscularly as he walked, naked and unashamed as God had intended.

The young girls were just as beautiful – smooth skin flowing down a tight stomach and curving between the legs to converge on the neat furrow that was their birthright – none of the raggedness or gaping openness of the wanton sluts that many of them became, just a pure, wholesome cleft that remained chastely closed as they walked, a reminder that the garden within was unsullied and pure. He liked the girls just entering puberty the best, with their budding, small breasts, so promising and yet so firm and tight, not sagging, not drooping like his stepmother's used to droop. He'd always associated large, sagging breasts with the shame of lust and ungodliness. His stepmother's breasts always sagged over his back when he'd been positioned for one of his many spankings and paddlings, sagged so much they brushed his bare back as she moved in the process of reddening his fundament for his many sins. So sagging big breasts reminded him of his sinful, early puberty days, of the sluts in the magazine he was paddled for, even though he barely got to view it, of the temptresses he met later, when he was a young man at the college of theology, girls who saw religious, chaste young men as a challenge. The boy and even the young man he'd been would have had to fight to keep from picturing those large, luscious breasts of mature women. That boy and man might even have succumbed to touching himself for pleasure at those times, and that was, of course, an abomination in the eyes of God – an abomination he was, fortunately, spared.

Oh, it wasn't evil to touch the scepter of God or the jewels of Adam during the process of cleansing -- cleanliness was next to Godliness, after all. It wasn't evil to touch the scepter when it was being used as a spigot for wastes, either, and the sight of a boy innocently holding himself while peeing was one of The Reverend's favorites. It was the major reason the peeing troughs for boys were situated in the middle of the bathroom and not against the wall, so he could observe all the boys at this innocent activity. But he liked the sight of them only if the boy's spigot was soft and unaroused, not if it was swollen in lust.

The sight of a boy touching himself down there in lust, circling his member and stroking feverishly, like he was trying to start a fire in that organ, that sight filled him with rage. Yet he felt different when the boy was forced to stroke himself as punishment. Because forcing a boy to masturbate as punishment, that was actually Godly – it was taking the instrument of evil and making the boy turn it into an instrument of his own correction. What pleasure the boy derived was being forced upon him, and thus was a gift of God. But handling the scepter for one's own gratification, that was the work of the devil.

So he punished the boys on The Farm who comforted themselves in this evil way. Punished them in a variety of ways, all designed to emphasize the wrongness of self abuse. Masturbators could be called to his office to be spanked or paddled, of course, but they also could be spanked by the Ward Leaders, mostly strong, lithe girls who knew the evils of boys' minds. Masturbators, self-polluters, could also be put in the stocks, or be forced to masturbate continuously for hours in front of the other children, until their members were too raw and sore to touch. And lately, he'd evolved a new punishment – one that was more delicious than the others, even more delicious than holding a boy firmly and giving him a long spanking on the bare fundament. For masturbators, he now had the needle.

He'd needed to develop this new punishment – he needed every tool to deal with the chronic masturbators – they were so many, and so secretive. They were everywhere, those inflictors of self-abuse. The boys and girls who couldn't keep their hands off themselves – well, mostly boys, he had to admit. On discovering that their favorite activity was forbidden, they'd bide their time, most of them. They'd take a few days to get the lay of the land, then they'd start looking for secret places to indulge their vice, and start calculating on how to have a few moments in those places alone, with an eye toward stealing undeserved and evil pleasure during their period of just punishment and suffering and atonement.

The Reverend had realized this problem would occur right from the start – given the evil sinfulness of these willful children, naturally they would try to revert to their own ways even when the path of God was offered. He quickly realized that, no matter how controlled the environment, a clever boy can find a place and time alone long enough to spill his seed, or, in the case of the young, hairless ones, long enough to give himself the Devil's pleasure. This would happen no matter what. So he decided to give them the opportunity, instead. There were many nooks, closets, and other hiding places at the farm – storage sheds, attics, crawl spaces, and the like. All there, tempting the ungodly to take matters into their own hands. But each of those places had hidden cameras, usually several viewing the location from all angles, and motion and body heat sensors as well. In The Reverend's office, he had, in his credenza, the observation center for all of this – a large LCD screen flanked by 6 smaller screens, all controlled by a central computer panel. The computer posted alerts when heat or motion sensors were activated, allowing The Reverend to switch cameras at will and see just what was going on in all of his "secret" places. He also had a large hard disk to record video files of the action on any of the cameras, files he could view later at his leisure or share with the parents or guardians of the children involved in case they needed confirmation of their children's wickedness and need to stay at The Farm somewhat longer. (He didn't share the videos with the children, of course – he took pains that none of the boys and girls in his charge knew how carefully they were watched, both at work and even in bed at night.)

At his observation post, The Reverend had seen all sorts of things. There was the bathroom shy 11-year-old of a few months ago, for example, who simply couldn't defecate on the toilets positioned in the open for the boys' use. The Reverend had video footage of him sneaking into a building alcove, behind a thick hedge, raising his tunic up under his armpits, lowering his school-issue briefs, and squatting over the loose sand by the building to dump his load several days running, each time digging in the sand furtively to bury his output afterward, like a cat in a cat box. The fourth time he did so, he unexpectedly dug up one of his previous burials, smearing his dirt over his hands and under his fingernails before he realized what it was, and then cursing a blue streak as he tried to wipe his hands off on the ground, the building, and the leaves of the hedge. A call to the parents and a private screening of their son defecating and then cursing as he tried to bury his waste was enough to convince them to pay for 6 more months of incarceration for their son, who the video convinced them was a sick, sick boy. Even better, they begged The Reverend to be even stricter with him, and acceded to The Reverend's plan to include their uncut son in the next ritual circumcision.

The Reverend also, although rarely, caught a boy and a girl engaging in illicit congress on camera. Most of these times consisted of boys and girls pawing each other over clothes, or sometimes the boy slipping his hands under the girl's tunic to feel the bare fundament or even grope bare breasts. Other times, it was the boy lifting his own tunic, showing his generative organs and begging the girl to "touch it, touch it please!" while the girl hesitated and looked doubtful. There had been children who had gone farther, though. Seven or eight wanton sluts over the years had gone to their knees in front of boys and taken their scepters orally, in unholy congress, sucking noisily with bobbing heads until the boys had spent their seed. (One of these cases had ended with the girl coughing and gagging and spitting in surprise at the sudden deposit in her oral cavity, but several others had involved obviously experienced girls who pulled their mouths away and worked with their hands at the ultimate moment, and in one case the girl had eagerly swallowed.) And there had been one couple who had both pulled up their tunics, hastily shucked their underpants, and settled on the ground in a sheltered alcove and then and engaged in full-blown sexual intercourse. Surprisingly, they'd been younger children, the girl just barely into puberty with budding breasts and a few spare hairs that The Reverend had of course had removed, and the boy randy but pre-pubertal, with thin scepter barely reaching 3 inches in length. The boy's organ was uncut and immature, but it stuck up like a miniature torpedo when he lifted his tunic. The girl had dropped to her knees, and without any comment from him and sucked his organ in to the base, moving in and out on it like an experienced whore, and the boy, in turn, showed no surprise on his face. In seconds he'd pushed her face aside and she'd eagerly stretched out on the ground, and The Reverend has switched to the top view and ground view cameras as he watched the boy climb onto the girl, and expertly manage to keep inside her during the frantic pelvic thrusting of his muscular little butt that followed. He came quickly, in little grunts, rolled off her, and the two had dressed hastily and fled without a word.

The Reverend had called in both sets of parents simultaneously and showed them the film, stopping and rewinding at appropriate points to demonstrate that both children were obviously experienced fornicators despite their ages. He pointed out that the two did no preliminary looking at each other's genitals or touching them, but simply settled into oral sex and then the fornication position immediately. He noted for the girl's mother how she had licked and sucked the boy's already hard penis to lubricate it and facilitate entry, and how she had known to settle with her butt on a hump in the ground and spread her legs just right for the boy's entry, guiding him into her as he knelt eagerly between her limbs. The Reverend pointed out to the boy's father and mother that he had hit the girl's vagina immediately on insertion, without having to fumble or shift about, clearly knowing where it was and how to get in, and that he'd used his hand to separate her pussy lips as he did. He pointed out the boy's expert thrusting technique, never pulling his penis completely loose from the girl's vaginal grasp, but rather humping her in short little thrusts that increased in fervor until he came, his butt clenching and his toes curling. The Reverend also noted that the boy had propped himself expertly on his elbows while fornicating with the girl rather than making the usual beginner mistake of putting his weight on her. The shocked and mortified parents had begged him to do whatever he could to save their children from perdition, and he'd had the necessary contracts ready for signing, taken their checks for additional services including the circumcision of the boy, and bade them goodbye, assuring them the two would have completely abandoned their love of the flesh within two month's time.

He then went to work on the two perpetrators. Strong, tough Ward Leaders hunted down the two at their separate work details. Both announced to the work groups, loudly and without preamble, that there was an unholy fornicator in their midsts, and that this fornicator would be dealt with forthwith. Both had had their tunics stripped off them and their underpants slit open to fall off them right there in front of the other children, their arms had been firmly bound, and then they'd been led away, naked and trembling, through the grounds past most of the other children to the infirmary. The boy was led by his scepter, of course, by the muscular female Ward Leader who'd been sent to retrieve him, and she didn't do it gently, yanking him by his organ and dragging him back to his feet by it when he fell. The girl's experience was even more humiliating – the tough male Ward Leader sent to retrieve her had been instructed to sink his forefinger into her cunt and his thumb into her clitoris and drag her along by that pinch, a task he accomplished easily despite the struggles of the hapless girl.

At the infirmary the children were ordered to be quiet on pain of being paddled "within an inch of their lives" and took their turns on the stirrup table being examined in the genital and anal region both with and without magnification. Shallow and deep swabs were taken of the girl's vaginal area, and of her rectum as well, her pussy lips were spread wide and examined, the doctor probed her vagina all the way to the cervix, and she did an intricate examination of her labia, centimeter by centimeter.

The it was the boy's turn, and to his exceeding distress, he also received the rectal exam and swabbing, his penis was minutely examined with the foreskin down at first, then peeled rudely and somewhat painfully back. The doctor took swabs under the foreskin, and then, to the boy's great distress, ran a long swab up his urethra as well. She left them sitting naked, side by side on the table, and busied herself with various bits of apparatus, apparently running many tests. Finally, just as she was finishing, The Reverend himself entered, ready to play out the next scene of the farce the two of them were staging.

"What have you found, Doctor?" he asked formally.

The doctor put on her best frown, announcing in grave tones that it was clear both of them had engaged in fornication of the most lustful sort, that the tests showed they had clearly done it with each other, and that it was clear that the boy's penis had been sucked by the girl beforehand as well, and that the boy had reached orgasm during this congress but not the girl. The two miscreants had blushed crimson at these announcements, looking exceedingly guilty. The Reverend had seized the girl in apparent rage, sat on the examination stool, and proceeded to spank her bare bottom with massive hard blows of his powerful hand, commanding her to confess to her sins or be damned. The frightened girl, her fundament already blistering and white-hot with pain after just a few blos, sobbingly confessed that they had indeed done so. "All right! All right! I let him fuck meeeeee!" she squealed, both legs flailing as The Reverend mercilessly tore up her unprotected bottom. "I'm sorrrrry!"

The Reverend had stopped spanking her instantly. "That's better," he announced. "Confession is good for the soul. Now you will have to pay for your sins, of course, but you're already on the way to salvation. So tell me exactly what the two of you did."

The doctor stood by the young boy in case he had to be restrained, while held the young boy as the girl sobbed out her story, how the boy had bragged he was great "in bed." How the girl had found his bragging exciting and had challenged him to prove it. How they'd decided on the alcove as the place to meet. How she knew what she was getting into, as she'd been "taught last year how to fuck" by her older cousin, who'd apparently nailed her with his pubescent penis at least once a day during a fortnight stay. She'd volunteered he'd taught her "how to suck cock, too," and that he was even good at "pussy licking." She then went on to say that she'd doubted the boy would have the nerve to show up, "the little prick," but how when he had, she'd had no choice but to go through with it or appear to be all talk herself. "And he wasn't even good," she sobbed out at the end of her tale. "I thought his dick would be big like my cousin's." She glared at him, her eyes still pouring out tears. "This is your fault, turd dork!" she complained. "I didn't even cum!"

"She'd a crazy bitch," the boy had said flatly at that point. "I ain't done no fucking with her! I wouldn't fuck that with a 10-foot pole, let alone my big hairy dick! Besides, I know the rules – I don't even jack off! Really!" He tried to look earnest.

"He's a liar – it was his idea!" the girl shrieked.

"She's just a bitch dike! She doesn't like boys so she tries to get us in to trouble!"

The Reverend had raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he said mildly. "How do you explain the results of the doctor's tests?"

The boy looked worried for a minute. "She probably spit on her hand and touched me down there or something," he finally said. "Girls are always wanting to touch a real man."

The Reverend almost smiled at this, because the boy's penis, quite visible where he was being restrained on the table, was nothing like the tool of a real man, and certainly didn't approach the glory of his own 7-inch organ.

The Reverend and looked a question at the doctor. "He's lying," the doctor had said confidently. "I found traces of her vaginal fluids in his urethra."

Of course, Doctor Menger had found nothing of the sort. She was simply bluffing, relying on the lack of sophistication of these two in order to wring a confession out of both of them, all part of the Reverend's plan to keep from the children his surveillance of the many "secret" places at the Farm. He glared at the boy. "I see you need me to convince you to tell the truth," he said. Moving like a snake striking, he had the boy upended across his lap in the moment, his hard, large hand striking the boy's buttocks with all his strength, first on the left side, then the right, and then low in the middle, the area he'd found most sensitive in boys. "Confess," he said over the boy's gasps. "Next time you get 6."

"But I didn't do…" The boy's denial was cut short by his squeal as The Reverend's hand landed on his buttocks again, this time two sets of three in the same places. Angry red spots were rising when he'd been struck, and he clenched his butt mightily against the pain.

"Confess," the Reverend said after a pause. "Next time it's nine."

The boy got his nine spanks, and 12 more after that, before he was broken and confessed, tearfully, that he'd not only "fucked the bitch" but that he'd "fucked other bitches, grown up bitches with big, hairy cunts." He added that he'd been taught by a baby sitter when he'd been only 11, a girl who'd quickly gone from washing his penis to masturbating him, to sucking him, to opening her legs for him.

"So this liaison was your idea?" The Reverend had finally asked.

The two had escalated their shouting then, each accusing the other, until The Reverend and Doctor Menger had dragged them to separate punishment closets to await their respective fates.

That had been a gratifying experience, The Reverend recalled to himself. He left them in the punishment closets, naked and alone, for the next 6 hours. The punishment closets were tiny rooms only 2 feet by 2 feet by 4 feet tall. There was no comfortable position one could attain within them. The floor was bare concrete with a drain in the center, making sitting uncomfortable. (The need for the drain was obvious – boys and girls often could not control their bladders and bowels while waiting there in the darkness, hunched and uncomfortable, and the whole structure often had to be hosed down after use). The ceiling was low enough only the shortest children could stand upright. To add to the discomfort, the room was absolutely light tight, and the temperature could be made a frigid 60 degrees or a sauna-like 90 at The Reverend's whim. Monitors built into the wall made sure the children didn't dangerously overheat or become hypothermic. Water could spray from the walls and ceiling as well, suddenly drenching the child and making his or her stay more uncomfortable.

Of course, both children had shamefacedly emptied their bladders in the dark room, forcing them to stand or sit in their own urine, so their closet time ended with a cold drenching from the shower. Once the two were retrieved from the punishment closets, hunched over with cold and still wet from their drenching, the two were marched into the communal dining hall and forced to stand naked in front of the diners with their hands behind their heads while The Reverend addressed the many boys and even some girls in the punishment wing that night.

"These two were discovered to have succumbed to the grip of Satan! They engaged in forbidden fornication of the worst kind with each other! These beasts, these depraved souls have doomed themselves to perdition! They lay with each other as man and wife! But they are not man and wife, as you all can clearly see!" He swept his rod of correction across the girl's bare chest, with its pubescent breasts. She shivered, both from the soaking she'd just received before being released as well as from the attention from the greedy eyes of a hundred boys, all of whom were freely looking at her exposed front. Goose bumps had risen all over her. "This wanton pig of girl is not a woman, let alone this boy's wife, joined to him in holy matrimony! You can clearly see that this slut of a girl had engaged in intercourse many times before, surely dooming her soul to Hell! Observe the openness of her gate to paradise, gaping widely rather than demurely shut as a maiden's should be!" (The girl's vulva was indeed open enough that pink tissue protruded, in part because the doctor had used lubricants to examine her that made her vaginal tissue swell and distend).

He turned his pointer, what he liked to call the "Rod of Correction," to the boy. "This depraved little monster certainly cannot call himself a man – as you can all see, he has the shrunken, useless appendage of a little boy!" (This was true, in part because of the cold drenching he'd received just moments before). "As with all Philistines," The Reverend continued, "he is uncircumcised, a condition that as you know predisposes a boy to lechery and should be corrected in all of you who share his condition." At this, most of the uncircumcised boys in the crowd looked uneasy – those who had not witnessed a ritual circumcision ceremony at The Farm had heard about them from the other boys. Penises shriveled in tight underpants under sagging tunics all over the dining room.

"Looking at the little monster, you wouldn't guess that he was capable of the act of fornication. Clearly, his staff is among the tiniest here." The Reverend lifted the shivering boy's shrunken member with the end of his rod at this point. Because of the cold, the little tool had diminished to a tiny, pointed projection of less than an inch in length, not at all the proud three-incher that The Reverend had witnessed at work. "Nonetheless," The Reverend continued. "It is clear that this depraved little boy did indeed fornicate with this wanton slut! The two of them lay on the ground and rutted like pigs, and he did indeed insert his holy scepter into the girl's most holy gate to paradise, grunting and thrusting like animals until he'd taken his ungodly pleasure! And both of them must be punished for it! Punished severely, punished so that they will never consider unholy union again! Their punishments will begin immediately."

He turned to two of the Ward Leaders. "The Pony," he said firmly. "We'll see how she feels afterward about bumping her holy garden for wanton pleasure after that." The girl looked apprehensive but puzzled as one Ward Leader led her to the side, and the other disappeared into a storage closet. The Reverend had just received The Pony from his personal construction shop, and had been relishing the opportunity to try it out on the right girl. Meanwhile, he turned to the boy. "The Buckboard," he said laconically, referring to version of The Pony he had designed for males, a device he'd also just received. He sized up the boy's scrotum, clearly visible under his cold shrunken penis. The boy did have respectable jewels, considering – they projected like a shriveled orange from between his legs, pulled up and forward and thus more prominent than the scrotums of most boys. He'd always rather liked the projecting sacks, the ones that hung high on the boys and bulged, especially when they were standing with one leg forward and the other back.

The boy had turned white with fear, not knowing what was coming, but clearly not liking the sound of it. From the hall, the Ward Leaders returned, each wheeling an apparatus that looked like a complex sawhorse. Both the Ward Leaders were grinning in anticipation as they lined the two devices up in front of all the watching inmates.

The Pony and the Buckboard both resembled sawhorses with supporting legs on both ends and a bar in the middle. Both had t-bar shaped attachments on one end to tie a child's arms and torso to, and stirrups hanging down each side with ties for ankles as well. Both had enclosed electric motors and gear trains on the opposite ends, which the Ward Leaders were connecting to extension cords. The two differed in appearance primarily in their cross bars – The Pony's crossbar was a inch and a half thick round dowel, whereas The Buckboard's crossbar was a flat board that tapered to about 2 1/2 inches wide over the stirrups but was wider in front and back.

Both children were quickly frog-marched to their appropriate machines and lifted by the strong, muscular Ward Leaders onto the bar and the board, straddling it. Their legs were pulled down either side and buckled in, the bars of the stirrups being adjusted so that their crotches were close to the bar and board but just barely clear of each. Their torsos and arms were bound to the t-bars.

The Reverend turned to the assembled inmates. "These two devices both work very similarly," he intoned. "When the switch is turned on, they follow a program built into them – a program that makes the bar or the board drop very suddenly at intervals and then snap back even faster than it dropped. The net result is different for boys than for girls, of course. On girls, the bar strikes the opening to the sacred garden quite painfully, causing severe bruising of that area in short order. The orifice of elimination is also seriously bruised in the process. On boys the buckboard strikes the jewels of Adam quite forcefully, or perhaps the boy's scepter itself, and also causes severe bruising of the orifice of elimination. You are both tied loosely enough that you can shift about some between blows, controlling to some degree which part of your genital region is struck next, but there is no way to control the fact of being struck, and you will quickly find that there is no preferred position no matter how you shift.

The boy could feel his scrotum just lightly touching the board under him. He pressed up on his toes as high as he could, trying to escape contact with it. "Noooooooo!" he moaned. "You caaaaaan't!"

"I can, and I will," The Reverend said. "It's only a matter of how long I leave you on this machine."

Both miscreants were looking down between their legs at their exposed and vulnerable genitals with horror. The Reverend spoke again. "The movement of the board and pole are unpredictable, by the way. Sometimes they'll remain still for more than a minute, other times they'll fall and rise twice in quick succession. Think on the momentary pleasure of your unholy union, and whether it was worth it."

The girl burst into tears, silent, chest heaving sobs of fear. The boy began struggling with his bonds. "No, please no!" he wailed over and over again.

"Just settle down, boy," one of the Ward Leaders said. "We haven't even started it yet! Save your strength for the ride."

"Yeah," said another. "Save your strength, both of you. You're going to need it."