Spankatorium 2: The Callahan Clan's Catastrophic Computer Clash of the Corrective Kind (spank+, nc, severe, mach/bgB) by Nialos Leaning Copyright 2002 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial free (no charge) electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must in their entireties retain the following statements: This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts a preteen boy, a preteen girl, and a young teen boy being spanked and otherwise disciplined by machines in a government operated walk-in punishment center. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. "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 nor 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. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material." "Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome." * * * This story is inspired by Milllard's FutureSpank series. In a much altered form, the concepts of punishment levels, video monitors, and some of the penalties used in this story are all derived from the FutureSpank stories. The characters, settings, situations and overall plot of this story are all vastly different than those of the FutureSpank stories. Any similarities, other than taking place in government run centers utilizing spanking machines, are purely coincidental and unintentional. Not one sentence of Millard's prose is knowingly incorporated into this story, either as originally written by him or in any modified form. I thank Millard for the inspiration and hope he keeps up his good work. * * * The Callahan Clan's Catastrophic Computer Clash of the Corrective Kind by Nialos Leaning "Young man, get out of that car this instant," demanded Jimmy's very irate mother. "No way am I going in there," shouted the fourteen-year-old. "Yes, you are," said his parent, "you do the crime, you do the time." "Jimmy, you have to," nine-year-old Jerry tried reasoning with his big brother. Jerry wasn't happy himself about visiting the Jacobs Avenue Juvenile Punishment Center. Like his brother, he was scheduled for a session in one of the center's Spankatoriums. But, unlike his supposedly wiser and brighter older brother, he knew that arguing with his mom would only make things worse when she finally got him to the machine. Which he knew she would; mom, being mom, never lost in these fights. "Yeah, Jimmy," chimed in eleven-year-old Jacquelyn, Jackie for short, "I want to see you two brats get naked and get it good." "Jackie," exclaimed mom to daughter, "that's enough unless you care to join your brothers on stage." "No thank you, mom," replied the girl. "Now, James Anthony Callahan, out of the car!" Mrs. Callahan ordered her son. "No way," came the answer, ""I've heard in school about the new extras." "So have I," giggled Jackie, "it'll be better than our sex ed books." "Jackie, I'm warning you," threatened her mom. "Sorry, mom." "Any problem here, ma'am?" asked a large security officer. Jimmy gawked, recognizing the star tackle from the local college football team. He was accompanied by an equally impressive looking female officer. "My brother won't come out of the car for his spanking," said Jackie. "He's being stubborn, as usual," amplified Mrs. Callahan. "We can fix that, can't we Kelly?" said the football player. "We sure can, Karl," replied the female officer, herself a star basketball player. "Son, you have till I count to ten to be out here, or Karl and I will drag you out." "If we do that," said Karl, "all your punishments double, and you'll get to experience all the extras." "Ten, nine, eight," Kelly counted down. "I'm coming, I'm coming," grumbled Jimmy. "I'll bet you'll be coming," Jackie giggled to herself, remembering one of the things her friends told her the machines could now do to boys. Just as Kelly reached "one!" Jimmy was out of the car. "Thank you, officers," said his mom. "No problem, ma'am, just doing our job," replied Karl, writing on a red pad. "You know," said Mrs. Callahan, "subjecting him to all the extras might not be a bad idea. They're why he didn't want to come out in the first place." "That can be arranged," said Karl, writing some more on his pad. Tearing the top sheet off, he handed the incident report to the mother. "Just give this to the check in officer." "Thank you, again," Mrs. Callahan again thanked the officers. As the two burly officers escorted the family toward the entrance, Jerry blurted out, "hey, aren't you Karl Klunson, the football dude?" "Sure am," Karl cheerfully answered. "What are you doing here?" asked the little boy. "Part of my co-op course work at school," replied the big man. "Me too," said Kelly, disappointed that no one had recognized her. Jimmy didn't pay too much attention to what was happening at the check in desk. He couldn't take his eyes off the big monitors, one for each Spankatorium. Monitors, that in living glorious color, showed exactly what happened to the bare bottoms of misbehaving youngsters. The four unlucky miscreants on stage, one in each Spankatorium, all sported very red behinds. But what was really getting his attention were the extras, extras he would soon be experiencing. So engrossed was the boy, he didn't pay much attention to the smaller turntable monitors, sixteen to a Spankatorium. Before and after their sessions, punished kids, either bare below the waist or completely naked, had to stand on these, slowly rotating round and round, on display to all in the audience. "Ma'am, you better take a look at this," the desk officer told Mrs. Callahan. Quickly, she scanned the computer screen. "Anymore details of this?" she asked. "Let me print out the teacher's report," the officer responded. "Jacquelyn Joyce Callahan," said a very angry mother, "why didn't you give me the note that your teacher had sentenced you to a session here?" "I forgot," said the trembling girl. "I'll bet," retorted her mother. "What did I tell you three would happen if a teacher had to send you Jacobs Avenue?" "You'd also send us for double what the teacher gave us," replied the crying girl. "That's right," confirmed her mother. "Officer, put her in for the original sentence plus double that plus extra for her dishonesty." "Ma'am," said the officer, "the computer won't accept that. She was supposed to get a level 3 standard, your double would be another six for a level 9. We can only ask up to level 5. The computer can add additional levels as a penalty." Levels determined the number of strokes administered, age multiplied by level. Levels also determined before and after turntable time, ten minutes times level number. In a change from earlier JPC practices, the number of days the punished child had to remain naked or bare below the waist was now always set to equal the level number. "What can we do?" asked the woman. "Well," explained the officer, "the computer recommends a completely naked level 5 special session, plus a penalty of one level, for her dishonesty." A special session split the strokes between a large paddle with blister holes and a cat- of-nine instead of the standard session tawse and a small paddle. The machine also had a cane in its arsenal, one of the penalties it could impose for non-compliance with JPC rules such as taking too long to undress or peeing on stage. "Doesn't seem to be enough, somehow," said a vindictive mother. "This report says she used foul language in mouthing off to Mrs. Daniels." "The computer has also recommended these extras," the officer told Mrs. Callahan. Glancing at the screen, she said, "fine, let's do it." "James Callahan, report to Booth A in Spankatorium 2," a computerized female voice called the first of the Callahan clan to their fate. "You have three minutes, starting now, to be completely naked and on your turntable." Already at a naked level seven severe, the computer having added two penalty levels for his shenanigans in the parking lot, and being sentenced to every possible extra, Jimmy made a special effort to avoid any penalties for taking too long, auguring back, or using profanity. And, completely surprising his mom, succeeded. As soon as he was naked, with his clothes deposited in a locked container, to be mailed home later, Jimmy quickly left the glass booth to meet his impending doom. Approaching his assigned turntable, he noticed that all the slowly rotating brightly lit kids were secured in position on their turntables. On each turntable, attached to two poles, was a small five inch wide clear plastic backrest, adjustable to the child's height. A two inch wide strap, placed midway between the child's breast area and navel, held the miscreant fast to the backrest. Their feet, spread slightly more than shoulder length, were locked into place by sturdy looking padded leather cuffs anchored to the table. Another set of paddled cuffs, attached by a short strap to the backrest, kept hands locked safely behind backs. These securement devices were an enhancement that had been introduced at the same time as the extras. They eliminated the temptation to leave the table, and more importantly, prevented wiggling away or otherwise interfering with those extras that were administered at the turntables. Once Kelly the female officer had Jimmy properly secured on turntable eight, he wasn't prepared for what came next. A small thin rod, with an equally thin arm attached to the end, ascended from the turntable to his crotch area. On the end of the arm was a small well lubricated rubber ring, which the imposing Kelly quickly attached to his already embarrassingly hard penis sticking out below his small bush of pubic hair. As soon as Kelly stepped away, the Forever Jerker began doing its duty, sliding the ring up and down the hapless boy's dick, jerking him off. Jimmy's face was as red as possible at this humiliation. He knew that no matter how hard he tried not to, he would soon be cumming in front of everyone, including his family. Cumming again and again, as the Jerker would keep going at it until he left the Spankatorium, whether he managed to keep his dick hard or not, and whether he ran dry or not. It didn't take Jimmy long to shoot a load, the red faced boy calling attention to himself by the despite himself moans of pleasure he was making. But the cruel Jerker didn't care, it just kept on jerking and jerking the distraught teenager. Not even yet at the spanking machine, and his first extra had started. Jimmy shuddered, remembering the extras that awaited him at the machine. Between what the extras would do to his genitals, he couldn't even begin to imagine masturbating for a long time, let alone touch himself down there. And, he didn't even want to think about how much his ass, outside and inside, would be hurting once he left the machine. At about the same time as the Forever Jerker began doing its worst to Jimmy's dick, Little Jerry was called to the booth so recently vacated by his big brother to prepare for his level 3 standard session. As he slowly made his way to the Spankatorium, Jerry completely lost what little bravery and resolve he had left, stopping several feet shy of the now dreaded door to Spankatorium 2. "Spankatorium 2, booth A, two minutes and twenty seconds remaining," a female computerized voice announced. Jerry knew that if he wasn't out of the booth, bare bottomed, before time expired, he would be in big trouble. But, still, he couldn't move any further. "Two minutes, ten seconds," counted the voice, followed by "two minutes, zero seconds." Finally, Jerry shuffled forward into the Spankatorium full of eager watchers and toward his booth. The little boy entered the glass booth with exactly one minute left. It had taken him two minutes to make the fifteen second trek. "Gerald Callahan, welcome to booth A," said the voice. "Please remove your pants and underpants and place in the open bin." Slowly, with trembling hands, Jerry unclasped his belt, unsnapped his jeans, undid his zipper, and began lowering the garment downward. Just as the voice announced "twenty seconds" he dropped his jeans into the bin. Unfortunately, his slow motion undressing only had his cartoon character briefs down to his knees, exposing his hairless little boy sized privates, when the voice announced "time!" This was immediately followed by the voice declaring "penalty! Session increased to level 4. Additional penalty for each ten seconds not ready." That caught his attention, and he quickly had the briefs in the bin, but not quite quickly enough. "Penalty!" boomed the voice, "session completely naked." Now he had ten seconds to get his shirt off, at least he didn't have an undershirt on. The shirt was only over his head when the almost gleeful voice declared "Penalty! Nine strokes with the Willy Whacker." Jerry was now crying, getting his bare bottom spanked would be bad enough, but now his little birdie was going to get it too. But, despite his distress, the little guy managed to get the shirt in the bin just as the voice informed him, "time!" Jerry held his breath, waiting to see if he was fast enough to avoid another penalty. To his relief, the voice told him to report to turntable six within thirty seconds. Jerry practically ran down the side stage to his assigned spot, making it with fifteen seconds to spare. As soon as he was secured on the table, it began turning, the spotlight clearly showing all who cared to look that the naked little nine-year-old had a very firm little boner pointing skyward. Jerry was just one of those little boys whose penis whenever exposed to air and light just had to stretch out to its stiffest and fullest extent. As Jerry began his own slow rotation, two turntables away Jimmy came again, somewhat less copiously, just as loud. And just as embarrassing, but not quite as pleasurable. And the Jerker kept on jerking, not missing a beat. As soon as Jerry was turning upon his table, sister Jackie was called to the booth her brothers had so recently occupied. The pretty preteen was determined not to earn any penalties, unlike her pest of a little brother. She didn't quite make it, still being in her pink panties, bare almost flat chest heaving with sobs, when the voice announced "time!" Immediately followed by an emphatic "penalty! session increased to level seven." "Fuck you," shouted the girl as she slipped her panties off, revealing her hairless privates. "Penalty!" responded the voice, "use of foul language, eleven strokes with the Crack Cracker." "Please no," the distraught girl pleaded to no avail as she deposited her last item of clothing in the bin, "not that!" Now, all three of the Callahan youngsters were going to get their front sides, as well as their backsides, punished. Avoiding any further penalties, a very naked, very blushing Jackie found herself on turntable seven, between Jimmy and Jerry. To her dismay and shame, the hulking Karl prepared her for her first extra, the Endless Rubber. This masturbator was the girl version of the boys' Forever Jerker. Instead of a ring, attached to the arm was a lubricated small thin finger shaped clear plastic device, which Karl positioned parallel to her slightly separated pussy lips, firmly embedding the finger about a third of the way into her slit. Immediately, the device began rubbing up down her slit, intensely stimulating her little clitoris. Before long, the very red faced girl was screaming out in the throes of a shattering orgasm, the first of many to follow. Like Jimmy's Jerker, the Rubber wouldn't stop its dastardly duty until she was let off the turntable. As evidenced by their red faces, all three Callahans were extremely embarrassed to be showing themselves off to each other and to the capacity audience in the Spankatorium. And for the older two, to be seen cumming and cumming again and again. As Jimmy was unpleasantly cumming for the fourth time in forty minutes, and Jackie had her fifth, slightly uncomfortable, cum in thirty minutes, Jerry was called to the spanking machine. Kelly released him from his bonds, smacking his bare bottom to set him scurrying toward the main stage and the waiting spanker. "Walk to the center yellow line," the computerized voice instructed the crying little boy. Jerry slowly proceeded to the line, immediately in front of a padded bench eighteen inches wide and forty-two inches long. "Raise your arms up and spread your legs," came the next instruction. Doing as told, Jerry quickly found his wrists and ankles cuffed to adjustable sliding rods set in tracks on the ceiling and floor. Adjusting to the small boy's size, The bench lowered as Jerry was bent over it into an ninety degree angle. His outstretched arms were flat on the bench, his legs up against the bench's legs. As a strap drew tightly around his back, the cuff rods locked into place. The large video monitor in front of his face showed to both him and the audience in glorious living color his bare behind, dangling balls, and somewhat open asshole, a little boy not so eagerly awaiting his spanking. The number 36 displayed in the monitors upper right hand corner. Before he fully comprehended what he was seeing on the monitor, the two tailed tawse bit into his bottom for the first time. The pain caused by the tawse on his rapidly reddening rear was very, very bad, eliciting tears and sobs from the very beginning. Every five seconds, the tawse hit his buttocks in a repetitious cycle of left cheek, right cheek, both cheeks. After thirty banshee scream producing strokes, the tawse stopped, but not the continuous noise little Jerry was emitting with all his lung power. A six was clearly showing on the monitor. Jerry didn't have long to wonder why the reprieve, as very rapidly his legs were spread further, with his little butt hole gaping wide open. Than the session resumed, with the tawse coming full force down in between his ass crack. Six unmerciful times the strap descended, six times at least one tail found its way into his exposed hole. Somehow, the little boy found the oxygen and strength necessary to increase the volume and intensity of his pitiful wailing. His sister and brother were quite literally quaking in place on their turntables. Partly from the realization that their own sessions would be much worse; partly from the ceaseless masturbating of their now sore genitals. During Jerry's ordeal with the tawse, Jackie had come twice more; Jimmy once more, barely producing any spunk. For both, the experience was quickly becoming painful and very unwelcome. "Prepare for the paddle," the voice intoned as Jerry's legs were reset to their original position, a number 36 on the monitor. That's when the frightened crying boy's bladder gave out. He peed on the floor, quickly forming a large yellow puddle. "Penalty! Peeing on stage," boomed the voice, "Hole Burster, nine insertions." "No," screamed the boy, "it wasn't my fault!" Even as he protested, his legs were once again spread wide apart, this time as wide as they could go. A rod rose from the floor, a tube sitting on top. Protruding from the tube was a spinning corkscrewed shaped dildo, about one-and-a-half inches in diameter. "No, no, don't!" shouted the panicked little boy as the hole burster spun faster and faster. From the breeze generated by its spinning, he could sense the dildo very near his soon to be ravished hole. On the monitor, he clearly saw the evil thing only millimeters from the entrance to his most secret place. Suddenly, his body was racked with the most terrible pain he'd ever felt, as the spring loaded invader quickly penetrated most of its four inch length into him. Jerry screamed as never before, a window shattering performance. After staying in him a full two seconds, the dildo quickly withdrew, to an audible popping sound. Just as quickly, the nasty corkscrewing missile plunged back into the hysterical boy. Nine times, once each five seconds, the device relentlessly reinserted itself. After the ninth insertion, the dildo didn't withdraw but remained firmly lodged up Jerry's now very painful asshole. "Prepare for the paddle," the voice intoned again. Again, Jerry's legs were reset to their original position, causing him even greater distress from the intruder up his rectum. Long before he was ready, the first solid smack reignited the fire in his bottom. As with the tawse, left cheek, right cheek, both cheeks, thirty-six bottom blistering blasts brightly coloring his behind crimson. The absolute worst were the ones across both cherry red cheeks, as they caused the painfully uncomfortable dildo to make its presence even more painfully known. It was a wonder the little guy had any moisture left to produce tears, or any voice left to howl out his misery, but he did, on both counts. No sooner had the paddling ceased then his back strap was removed, he was straightened up to a standing position, the bench moved out of the way, and he was rotated to face the eager audience. "Prepare for the Willy Whacker" announced the dreaded voice. "Oh, no, not that!" lamented the still wailing boy. But, oh yes, it was to be. A back rest, similar to those on the turntables, appeared behind him. Much too quickly for his liking, Jerry was bound to this. In front of him, A rod ascended from the floor. On the arm attached to the rod was a thin ratcheted ring like device. A smiling Kelly quickly guided this onto his penis to just behind the head. She racheted the thing tight around his soon to be abused boyhood. The rod raised slightly, then pulled and stretched the small circumcised cock straight out in front of the boy. While this was happening, another rod had come out of the floor, a rod with a small thin whip like strap on its attached arm, the dreaded Willy Whacker. As soon as Jerry's pecker was extended to its fullest, the Whacker did its thing, striking a hard stinging blow halfway down the top of Jerry's thing. He let out a scream as piercing as when the Hole Burster was raping him. And continued screaming as time after time the Willy Whacker whacked his willy. Five times on top, two of those squarely on the head, four times on the bottom, again with two on the head. In the end, his little penis was almost as red as his little bottom. Before releasing him, the machine placed a hospital style bracelet on his left wrist. This tagging informed parents, teachers, police and any other interested adult just how long the child had to remain sans clothing. In Jerry's case, as his session was a level 4 naked, he would have to stay completely naked for the next four days. If he hadn't received his penalties, he'd only have to remain bare bottomed, short shirt above the waist allowed, for three days. It was a crying, trembling, rubbery legged little boy that Kelly led back to the turntable. Jimmy and Jackie were just as teary, shaky, and weak legged as Jerry. Partly in sympathy for their youngest sibling, but mostly from the realization that their own sessions were going to be much more severe. About twenty minutes after Jerry's savaged body was returned to the table, Jimmy found himself on the way to his appointment with the horrific spanking machine. At least this gave him temporary reprieve from the Forever Jerker, his fifth and sixth cums of the day had been extremely painful, dry and devoid of all pleasure, his red penis throbbing with pain. Poor Jackie, up to eight cums now, wasn't experiencing quite the pain her brother was, but was distinctly uncomfortable and sore down between her legs. Jimmy's session was every bit as bad as he had anticipated. The nine tailed cat did a wicked number on the howling teens hindquarters, ninety-eight times in total. Especially the final nine searing strokes into his butt crack, with each time at least one tail invariably, like with Jerry, finding its way into his hole. The Hole Burster, this time a two inch diameter five inch long version of the corkscrewed dildo, was much, much worse than he had believed possible. Screaming his head off for the entire fourteen insertions, he now understood why Jerry had been so vocal. It had nothing to do with being a baby or a wimp, that thing up his butt hurt bad, terribly impossibly unbelievably bad. The large paddle with its numerous holes smashing into him ninety-eight times left his blazing bottom a mess, with many too many weeping blisters to count. And of course, that monstrosity of a paddle did nothing to lessen the pain from the foreign conqueror in his poop chute, only sharply heightening that source of distress. The Willy Whacker did a number on his already sore member, leaving it red, puffy, and slightly bleeding in several places. But then it was time for the most horrible extra of all. "Prepare for the Ball Blaster," the bare boy barely heard through his baleful sobbing. The Willy Whacker ring lifted his demolished dick out of the way. The Willy Whacker strap now became the Ball Blaster strap, blasting into Jimmy's defenseless balls fourteen times. His screams echoed throughout the Spankatorium, his displeasure at the assault on his most sensitive parts made most vocally, and most loudly, evident. If it wasn't t for being restrained to the backrest, he would had doubled over on the first blow to his family jewels. When it was over and he had been tagged for seven days naked time, the still vociferously screaming teen had to be carried back to his turntable, he was limp in Karl's and Kelly's arms. Karl marveled that the lad hadn't passed out from the torture he'd just been through. Only minutes after the wracked wrecked Jimmy was on his turntable, the Forever Jerker again working away on his now much sorer prick, it was Jackie's turn to visit the hell that was center stage. Her seventy-seven strokes of the cat-of-nines did her rapidly reddening bottom no favors. As with her big brother, the final strokes, seven in all, into her rear crack and hole were unbearably unbearable. The Hole Burster, an almost five inch long model one-and- three-quarters inches in diameter, burst her hole open eleven excruciating times. During this taking of her anal virginity she proved that despite being smaller and female she could make just as much noise as big brother Jimmy. The big paddle succeeded in its mission of leaving her bottom a panoply of bubbling weeping blisters. Clearly to everyone in the audience, she wouldn't be sitting on her devastated seat for a long while. Jackie was dreading the Crack Cracker, and she wasn't disappointed. The Cracker could just as well be called the Pussy Punisher, for indeed that's what it was, the versatile Willy Whacker, nee Ball Blaster, applied to a young girl's most private frontal parts. The first crack of the Cracker cracked across the room, causing the hapless preteen to reach new heights of vocal virtuosity. Heights that increased with each subsequent crack on her hairless front crack. Several painful cracks found their way into her wide open vagina; about half fell full force onto her already sore clit. The Endless Rubber had left her pussy sore, the eleven cracks of the Crack Cracker left her a red, swollen and maddingly burning pussy. After her tagging for seven days naked time, Karl half dragged, half carried the wildly weeping girl back to her turntable. Where soon, the Endless Rubber was doing its best to worsen the pain in her little pussy. Despite the extreme discomfort, and despite her best efforts not to, Jackie came another four times during her post spanking seventy minutes on the turntable. Jimmy also came three painful times, the first two times actually shooting small amounts of watery cum. Little Jerry was first to be released, at the conclusion of his forty minutes, shortly before Jackie returned to her turntable. His final humiliation was bending over so that the rubber gloved Kelly could extract the dildo from his aching bottom hole. The naked little boy, still sobbing, quickly joined his not so sympathetic mother in the audience, grateful that the Spankatorium seats were well paddled. He was made even more unhappy upon being reminded by his mom that he would have to stay naked for four days. Everyone who saw him would know, as with all naked kids on the street and at school, that he had been to Jacobs Avenue and the Spankatorium. About an hour after Jerry's release, Jimmy was free to join his mother and younger brother. A few minutes later, it was Jackie's turn to end her display and complete the family grouping. On the way out, the mother of the three naked Callahan youngsters picked up a DVD set of their memorable day at Jacobs Avenue. "This will be perfect," she told the underage members of the Callahan Clan, "to show at our family reunion picnic this Saturday." "Please mom, no," begged Jimmy, "it'll be too embarrassing." "That's the idea," the smiling Mrs. Callahan answered. "Besides, it'll explain to everyone why you three are at the picnic buck naked. Now, let's go home." With that, the Callahan Clan exited the building, ending the youngsters most catastrophic day at Jacobs Avenue, except for their mandatory naked time.