Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Adultsonly The next story is intended for adults and not suitable for minors. The main subject, a boy and some others, are subjected to harsh punishment and other rude treating, including nakedness, but not sex. People objecting this, should stop reading right now. The author does not condone abuse against children. It is not only immoral but illegal. This story if completely fiction. House of laughs and tears. Jack tried to remember the way to the main door. Funny: from the second floor, the door looked clearly and easily reachable. But from the first floor, it was another business. That house was very complex, with lots of rooms seemingly there at random. And when you are walking on your knees and hands it is even harder. At a corner, Jack did rest a little, feeling his heart thumping. The door should be near... Suddenly, an arm took him from behind and lifted him in the air. -I got you, Jack. - Said Mike, tapping softly on Jack head. - Whew! You made me work. -I almost got to the door, Mike. -Yes, you almost did it. Cotchie, cotchie. - He said, tickling Jack's sides. With Jack hanging and laughing, Mike returned to the second floor. He did enter in the big playroom and locked the door behind him. The other seven kids (four girls, three boys) cheered at them. -He almost got to the door... - Mike explained. - You two, take off your shoes. Jack and another boy, Willy, began to remove their shoes, giggling. Once in socks, pants rolled up, the boys got on "the stocks": a weird looking wooden frame, well padded, designed to hold securely and comfortably all sizes of kids. The torso was kept leaning, the head resting over a pillow. The thighs almost vertical and the legs perfectly horizontal. It was a little hard to get in place and in fact, it was designed to make hard to the children to get out of it. With the boys giggling, both in their own "stocks", leather belts were run over their bellies, halfway between their nipples and navel, holding too, their arms at the elbows. The belt was fit loosely. Then, a pair of little belts with their buckles was tightened over the boy's ankles, after slid down a little both socks. Little by little, slowly, Mike removed the socks, as the boys giggled and squirmed. During the removing, Mike's fingers run up and down along boys soles, increasing the nervous giggling, both from the boys in stocks and from the rest of the kids. -Don't remove the socks. - Said Willy, laughing. - Not my feet, please... When the socks were finally removed, the boys, giggling nervously, got their toes tied with soft cord, to a small frame, designed to prevent the movement of the feet. Mike watched his clock and adjusted the chronometer. He said "Go!" Two of the girls, giggling too, began tickling the soles of the boys. Mike sat and watched and heard the boys squirming, laughing and begging for mercy from their torturers. Every girl and boy would have 90 seconds to tickle the soles of each of the stocked boys, in the game called "Nine minutes of sheer terror", by him. After the 90 seconds, the boys would have 10 seconds to regain breath and then, the second kid would begin his turn. This would continue with the remaining kids. Some of them teased before the tickling, other tickled in silence, but all tried, with unconsciously cruelty, to be the best tickle, to make the boys laugh harder. After the "session" the stocked boys would be released and taken, still laughing, to the boys' dorm, to have a very necessary nap, because the tickling leaves them very tired. Besides, they need to repair their forces, because, in the night, just before bedtime, other two kids would have their turn on the stocks and then the boys would be able to get revenge... Mike Markson administered, with pleasure, the "Community Center for Children": a government facility where parents that work can left their children every day, to be taken care of, or where children out of the school can play or study waiting for their parents. Simultaneously, the center attended the orphan or abandoned children. When the center faced financial troubles, Mike, a wealthy man, who lived right next to it, accepted to administer it, with great success. Sometimes, Mike invited some kids to spend the day in his house, testing the toys made by one of his factories, and from time to time the invitation was to a sleepover: four girls and four boys, sleeping in separated dorms, can spend two days playing and having fun. Soon, Mike commissioned an engineer to design and build "a device to immobilize children". The device, able to hold children of all sizes, thanks to an ingeniously mechanical system, was a success, as the engineer, with shining eyes, said, looking his own little son, trying in vain to escape from it. Mike invented "the escape": he told the children that they would be subjected to torture in the stocks. The excited and nervous kids rolled a dice to assign the turns. Then, after meal, the kids in the first turn tried to escape from the house. If they managed to escape, they would be spared. But, they were always captured and taken to the playroom for the torture. No kid has ever succeeded in the escape from the weird built house. The device, padded and comfortable, and the tickling sessions became, soon, almost legendary. The children of the center talked of the kids tickled, and although some children said they didn't want to be tickled in there, the truth was that every girl and boy had, inside their hearth, a desire to be invited and tickled. When a kid happened to turn years when invited, before the cake and party, the kid was "invited" to a "special session". In the case of a boy, he had to remove his shirt and sometimes, even their pants. Once in the stock, in shorts or underwear, besides the normal restraints, the wrists of the boy were tied with another set of belts under the frame. Girls were tied too, but they were spared and kept their clothes on. Once immobilized, during three endless minutes, the rest of the kids were authorized to tickle "all the skin not covered with clothes". During that time, the kid in the stocks was invisible, covered by a circle of kids, "working" on it. The, sometimes hysterical, laughter, was the only signal of the kid. After the "attack", the kids were released, recovered their clothes and headed finally to the party. Mike liked to call his, "The house of laughter". But some of the children knew that the stocks had an obscure use: to cause lots of pain, because Mike was authorized, too, to apply punishments on the children that deserved those. Parents, teachers and even policeman applied punishment on unruly or misbehaving children, but the kind and the intensity of the punishment varied from person to person, so the board decided that, as the teachers would still apply "light" punishment, the severe corporal ones would be assigned to one person. If someone of the authorities of the center decided that a kid crossed the line between game and mischief, deserving corporal punishment, the kid was ordered to join "the gang" at afternoon, to be punished. The decision was final, unappeasable and inevitable. Poor of the kid who tried to avoid it! The result was several consecutive days of hard punishment, bad grades, no food, detention after school and sometimes, even a brief visit to the jail, besides the "treatment" of the parents. The orphans and abandoned children often got worse treatment. The gang should gather next to the fence between the center and Mike's house. Some days no one was punished, some others, a kid or two and some others yet several boys and girls lined up. Silently, pale, serious, the children headed to the playroom. Two by two, they entered to the room. An aide helped Mike. The children, barefoot, were severely scolded, accordingly with the intensity of the "sin", (Poor of the kid that dare to lie about his misbehave), and then positioned on the stocks. The belt for the torso was well tightened as well as the wrists and ankles restraints. The feet were firmly subjected. Mike was convinced of the superiority of the "Bastinado" punishment. -The foot has a lot of nervous terminals. - Used to say Mike. - The swats on the soles are a lot more painful, than the ones on the buttocks; therefore they are far more effective. And you can control easily the intensity. My parents used it on me. The kid then, received the number of swats his misbehaving deserved, on his soles, applied with a heavy leather belt. The kids, by instinct, squirmed, trying to get freed, in vain. And squirmed even more, with the pain, when received the swats. The children outside heard the screams, weep and begs and the noise of the swats. Some of they began to weep before the punishment. The mate of the punished kid, immobilized on his stocks, only can watch, impotently, and wait for his turn. The punished weeping kid was then removed from the stocks and ordered to line, facing the wall, on his/her hurtful feet, as the other kids received their swats. Trying to stand up after Bastinado is painfully and the children soon learn that. After a while, the children, still barefoot, one by one, were dismissed and had to walk on their punished feet. The punishment seemed very effective; very few of the kids subjected to it needed a "second dose". And threatening a kid with it was usually effective. Mike liked to call his, "The house of tears". Only one kid, a boy, was both punished and tickled in the stocks, and in the same day: Matt. Matt was a little angel-faced boy. Two big green eyes, mated with a small nose and a plump little mouth, along with a lot of, a little longer, honey color hair, completed the image of the kid, loved by girls and mothers. His mother frequently made him wear shorts that the other kids considered "too short", showing a good portion of his skinny long legs, but that didn't worried Matt. He was considered a good, well behaved boy, but a bit silly. Mike had decided to invite him to the house, as soon as he got a little older. But, one day, and mainly by accident, some boys caused some damage to a building of the center. They, afraid, run away. One of the teachers took Matt, grabbing him by the wrist and went to Mike's house, holding the boy that fights trying to escape. The other kids run away, she explained. They would be soon captured and forced to return, nothing to worry. She was only able to catch Matt, following the principal's orders to get and punish severely the responsible. Matt, now standing still, looked as he didn't fully understand the situation. Mike guided Matt to the house and began to climb the stair. There, Mike fully explained Matt what had happened and the consequences it would have. Matt got pale and began to fight again. Mumbled, he explained he helped the other boys thinking they were doing some fun and harmless. When Mike opened the door of the playroom, Matt began shaken and weeping. He recognized the stocks by some very graphic descriptions heard in the playground. He desperately tried to explain to Mike what had happened. And fell on his knees when Mike told of the demand of severe and swift punishment. He had to drag the shaken kid to the machine. Matt was sobbing, tears running in his cheeks, but he didn't resist to the punishment. He obeyed immediately when ordered to remove his shoes and socks. Docilely he let Mike tied him. Mr. Markson adjusted loosely the belt. He felt pity for the little kid, so real was his sorrow and weeping. When put the legs on position, Mike thought the shorts were really short. When Mike took the belt, Matt was watching and he began to cry harder and sorrowfully. Mike watched the soft and little feet and thought a couple of swats would be enough. The boy administered himself the suffering the punishment supposed to supply. -Ple... please, Mr. Markson... - Said Matt, mumbling and sobbing. - It wasn't me... Mike raised the belt and hit the small soles, not too hard. SLAP! -WAAA! - The kid shouted and jumped. The fists clinched. He tried to remove his feet but the belts were strong enough. The cords on the toes prevented the instinctively movement to protect the feet. SLAP! -WAAAA! - The boy jumped harder. Two light and pale bruises were appearing over the pink soles. Mike untied Matt and grabbed his arms to help him to get out of the stocks. Surprisingly, the weeping boy hugged him. Mike raised the boy and sat, fondling and trying to calm down him. It was the first time he felt the need to comfort a punished kid. Matt calmed down a bit, but moaned continuously. Mike took him to the bathroom and made him sat on the toilet. Filled a bucket with cold water and made Matt put his feet inside. He did fond Matt's hair and got out. He wanted to get more information on the mess. When he returned, Matt was still sobbing a bit, but was playing with his feet and the cold water of the bucket. Mike examined the little feet, as Matt kept his head low. Mike thought he looked devastated and wanted to get him better. -Matt, do you want to have some fun? - He asked. The surprised boy raised his head, saw Mike with his hurtful eyes and said "Yes, please". Mike took the boy by the torso and again Matt hugged him. Mike walked toward the playroom. Mike entered the playroom, with Matt in his arms. Matt moaned softly when saw the stocks. Mike put the kid down. -Don't punish me again, Mr. Markson... - Said Matt, with those big and liquid green eyes as an alone tear run down the cheek. - Please... -Don't be silly, Matt. - He said, patting his cheek. - Have you heard about the tickling? Do you want to be tickled, eh, Matt? -I don't want to be tickled, Mr. Markson.... - He said, wiping his tear, with a smile that Mike recognized. -Yes, you want. - Mike answered as he remove Matt's shirt. -No. I don't want. - Said Matt, giggling. After doubt a little, Mike removed also the very short shorts along with the cartoon printed briefs. Matt gave a little sharp shout and kept giggling with a big smile. Mike was delighted. The slender naked little boy with his cute head looked really like a little angel. -A pair of wings and a halo is all what he needs. - He thought. Matt began hiding behind the stocks, laughing. He and Mike kept playing until Mike grabbed him. He carried the naked boy by the torso and laid him over the stocks. The tied procedure was fast and Mike began exercising his fingers over the soft belly. He thought the crystal-clear laughter was also angel-like. He was very soft on his soles, although the bruises were pale and not very clear. But even hurt, they were very ticklish. The session was pretty long and Mike let Matt took a little nap before dressing him again. That evening, a smiling wash-faced Matt was returned to his mother. Mike explained both the principal and the mother that Matt had only a little participation on the mess, and that he had been received enough punishment. Later that day, the four boys who made the mess, were taken to Mike. He and his aide soon prepared the first two boys. -You will receive a severe punishment for the damage you made. - He said to the pale, nervous boys tied to the stocks. - And you will receive extra swats for let the younger boy face alone the consequences. -Matt. - He thought as raised the belt. - These are in your name. The end. Feedback. Do you like this story? Do you dislike it? I would want to hear from you. danilong1@yahoo.com Thank You For Your Time.