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Monday, 6 November. The first Monday of the new month had arrived. The students of Millennium High had been informed in early October that the normal early morning punishment assembly would be reinstated, not just for the first Monday of each month, but for every Monday … The first Monday of each month would have an additional punishment assembly in the afternoon, one open to the public. This would be reserved for more severe punishments for more serious offenders.
As the students were entering the hall, they could not help but notice the ten spanking new (pun intended) spanking machines that stood on the stage. They each consisted of a wheel holding a small whip; these were attached to padded, metal punishment horses.
When all the students were in their seats, Mr. Barton’s voice came over the speaker system. “The school has accumulated a large backlog of punishments with over eighty students on 10 demerits or more. Mr. Bolden-Ahern, one of our schools most generous benefactors, has enabled us to buy the ten spanking machines you see in front of you. These will enable us to punish students much more efficiently in the future. What will happen now, and every Monday, is as follows. Any girls with fewer than 15 demerits will be spanked on their bottoms. Girls with 15 to 20 demerits will be whipped on their breasts. Girls with 21 to 25 demerits will be spanked on their vulvas. Girls with more than 25 demerits will be punished at our monthly punishment assembly this afternoon.
“All boys with 10 to 25 demerits will receive a whipping, with the number of demerits determining the number of lashes they will receive. Boys with more than 25 demerits will be punished at this afternoon’s assembly.”
Over the previous month, the discipline regime at the school had indeed become much tougher, with demerits being handed out for infractions as minor as yawning in class. It had been noticeable, however, that the (mainly male) teaching staff had been rather stricter with girls, particularly pretty ones, than with boys, and so there was a much greater backlog of girls to be punished than boys.
“I will now read out the names of the first ten lucky girls to try out our new equipment. Will the following please make their way to the stage: Berenice Hopkins, Amanda Bright …”. Mr. Barton read out ten names in all. Ten girls were moving through the rows of seats in the auditorium and walked up to the stage. When they were all standing in a row, Mr. Barton resumed his remarks:
“You are all on between 10 and 14 demerits and will receive a whipping on your bottoms. Please pick a whipping machine, take off your skirts, tights and panties and put them on the chair next to your machine. Please then stand next to your machine facing the auditorium, hands by your sides.”
The girls were all eager to get to one of the machines on the left or right of the stage, but, of course, some of them lost out and had to settle for one of the center-stage machines, the ones in full view of the entire audience. Some began to take off their skirts and tights slowly and bashfully, others did this in a matter-of-fact way, put their clothes on the chair and stood facing the audience as instructed. Their blouses were fortunately long enough to cover their pussies.
“Now, ladies, I instruct you to lift your blouses so that we can check if you comply with the school’s strict grooming code for girls on demerits.”
The code provided that all girls with more than five demerits had to keep their pubic area hair-free in order to be prepared for any punishment they might have to undergo. All the girls obeyed, eight revealing their bald slit, two, at the two machines in the center of the stage, a bush of dark pubic hair.
“Ok, two of you obviously did not think it worth obeying the school’s grooming code. I am awarding you five demerits each, which takes you into the next punishment category. Take your clothes and return to your seat until I call you again.
“Will Sian Butler and Emmeline Strawbridge please come to the stage.”
Sian and Emmeline were on 10 demerits each and had been relieved not to be called up. Now they had to make their way to the stage and partially undress next to the machines in the very center of the stage. When they were done, they dutifully raised their blouses showing that they, at least, had followed the rules.
“Thank you. Ladies, our new machines have illuminated arrows showing where to put your hands and knees. Please lie on them as indicated!”
The girls had to kneel on two kneepads and then lean forward across a padded surface. Guards were moving along the row securing the girls firmly with Velcro straps on their knees, across their backs and their wrists. When they were secured, each machine scanned their bottoms using a red laser beam. At the same time, the knee pads on which the girls were kneeling were moving apart, making a whizzing sound. Each girl was showing the audience a gaping, nude slit and a glimpse of her anus.
“The number of lashes you are all about to receive will be determined by chance, using our punishment wheel. This will be turned by Jonathan, our current top student on 50 academic merits. Jonathan, please make your way to the stage.”
Jonathan had not been told he would have to do this – he was full of anticipation, though, because he knew that later in the day he would be giving Ibby, one of the girls from his own year, eighteen whip lashes on her naked, open pussy. He spun the wheel, and it landed on 26.
“Jonathan, I would now like you to start the punishment of your fellow students by pressing the red button next to the wheel. The machines are all programmed to administer 26 lashes.”
Jonathan pressed the button, and all ten wheels started whirring, turning and bringing their crops into position. There was then a unison beep and all the wheels turned at great speed, propelling their crops forward and across the bottoms that were waiting to be hit. A scream from the ten girls, excited chatter followed by applause from the crowd. The crops then withdrew back into a ‘ready’ position. There was a whirring sound as they adjusted to a new position. “Crack!”, they all struck again, at precisely the same time, but now slightly lower across each bottom. Two thin red lines were forming, exactly parallel, and with just a quarter of an inch distance between them. This was obviously precision equipment!
At the end of the session, each girl had twenty-six parallel lines covering her entire bottom. They were unstrapped, told to get dressed and returned to their seats.
“The next punishment category had just seven girls in it, but this has now gone up to nine. Will the following please come up.”
Mr. Barton read out nine names. When the girls were on the stage, Mr. Barton told them to take off their blouses and bras and stand against the upright padded area next to each machine. 200 juvenile cocks in the audience got even harder if possible as ten girls, some of them seriously beautiful, some not so much, exposed their breasts to the audience and stood in the prescribed position. Laura Gamble, a sophomore who had got into trouble because she had prepared the wrong assignment for her history class, was happy (if that was the right word) to have managed to select the machine at the very left edge of the stage. Though everyone was still able to see her, she thought this would make her less conspicuous. Unfortunately this left one of the machines center-stage empty, and Mr. Barton instructed Laura to make her way there. Just her luck! Far from inconspicuous, the topless girl now had to walk across the stage and stand against one of the two center machines.
All the girls were secured with Velcro straps around their midriffs, ankles and wrists (which were tied behind their backs, thrusting their breasts out prominently). It was important in order for the machines to operate properly to restrict their mobility as much as possible, and the guards did a very good job: none of them was able to move her upper body.
Laura felt particularly constrained and was close to panicking. She could not move an inch, and the broad Velcro strap just underneath her large breasts was making it difficult to breathe. She was dimly aware that Jonathan was now again spinning the punishment wheel, but the front of the wheel was not visible from her position. The wheel was beginning to spin more slowly, and the audience grew noisy with excitement, breaking into frantic applause when the wheel stopped.
Mr. Barton’s voice: “Unfortunately for the students being punished, the wheel has landed on …”, he paused to increase the suspense – Laura was expecting him to say 200 – “96!” I will program the machines to administer these in nine bursts of ten quick, sharp flicks, followed by six more serious lashes. Jonathan, please do the honors!”
Each girl’s breasts had, in the meantime, been scanned by the red laser, and, Jonathan having pressed to button, they whirred into the ‘ready’ position. The first set of ten lashes was aimed at the very top of each girl’s breasts, hitting the same spot again and again, in less than five seconds. A whirring sound, a beep and then another set of ten, hitting slightly lower, again in the same spot over and over.
The nine sets of ten lashes avoided the girls’ nipples and areolae; Laura hoped this was so as to avoid inflicting too much pain, but was somewhat worried that these tender areas would be ‘saved up’ for later. And so it proved. The nine sets over, nine sets of breasts covered with nine red, almost purple stripes, Mr. Barton announced that each of the six strokes would hit areolae and nipples, and that they would be of increasing intensity.
A unison beep, then a whirring and Laura’s nipple was hit full on by the riding crop. She could not really see how the strokes could conceivably get harder – her nipple was on fire! All nine girls had screamed out when they were hit, and some of them, including Laura, were sobbing. Again, the dreaded beep, and all the wheels swung round, propelling their whips against the girls’ breasts, this time a little higher, hitting the very upper edge of their areolae. This hurt less, although the force of the stroke had noticeably increased. Laura had large nipples surrounded by large areolae, so there was quite a bit of distance between the two strokes. Not all the girls were so lucky. Sian (one of the two girls whose grooming had fallen short of requirements), had tiny nipples surrounded by tiny areolae, and her pain was extreme as the whip seemingly continued to hit the same area (her tiny nipple), even though the next two strokes were aimed at the lower edge of the girls’ areolae. After the sixth stroke, she felt as if her nipple had been ripped off.
The nine girls were then unstrapped and got dressed again, before resuming their places.
Mr. Barton now announced that there were three girls who were due to receive a whipping on their vaginas, and that they would be required to strip totally naked for their punishments. However, for variety’s sake the only boys with significant demerits, seven in total, would be punished first.
Mr. Barton read out their names and they made their way to the stage as yet unsure of what their fate would be. When they were on stage, Mr. Barton ordered them to strip entirely naked. They reluctantly obeyed, and it soon became clear that their reluctance was in no small part due to the fact that they all sported very prominent erections. They were all strapped into a punishment machine standing upright and facing the audience. Theo, a freshman who had managed to accumulate 15 demerits for persistent lateness, and who had, of course, witnessed previous punishment assemblies, was pretty sure that this meant that they would all be whipped on their erections.
Mr. Barton came on again: “I said at the beginning that the number of demerits will determine the number of strokes. Let’s just see how many demerits each of these boys have accumulated.”
Over each occupied machine, a number lit up. Two boys had ten, one (Theo) had 15, two had 20 and two 25.
“Alexa, our top female student with 70 academic merits, will now spin the wheel. If it lands on a number lower than 10, the number of demerits will be multiplied by that number; if it lands on a number higher than 9, that number will be added to the number of demerits to determine the total number of strokes the machines will be programmed to execute. Alexa will also be asked to help program the computer when it comes to where the strokes are to be placed. Spin the wheel, Alexa!”
Alexa gave the wheel a good spin. Theo could not see the front of the wheel, but as it was getting slower, he caught the excitement of the audience. In fact, wheel ended up teetering on the brink of the ‘200’ notch, but then did not go over, staying on ‘7’, instead. The numbers above the machines changed to 70, 105, 140 and 175 respectively.
“Alexa, will you please join me up here in my booth?” As Alexa was climbing the stairs backstairs, Mr. Barton explained that the first 70 lashes were going to be at a low setting, but at high speed. Seven machines were, in the meantime, bathing seven penises in red laser light, as each machine acquired the positional data on each victim.
“Alexa is now in control of my mouse – she will click on the part of the male organ that she has chosen for the first 35 strokes.”
All seven machines whirred into the ‘ready’ position. The infamous beep sounded, and all seven machines started rotating, whipping seven shafts in quick succession and moving slowly along the shaft. The whole sequence lasted less than 20 seconds. None of the boys being punished had made a sound – the pain had not been too bad, Theo thought, though the experience had been not exactly pleasant.
“We will stick with the same intensity, but Alexa has chosen a different area.”
The beep sounded, and all machines started rotating again, this time hitting the boys’ glans. This was particularly painful for those boys who were uncircumcised but whose foreskins did not cover their glans when erect – Theo was one of these. After 20 seconds it was over, and Theo’s glans was bright red and felt on fire. The numbers above two of the machines went out, those two boys had paid their debts to society.
“For the next 30 strokes, the light whip currently attached to the machines will be replaced by a stiff riding crop.” Guards were moving along the five remaining machines, making the change. Alexa will determine the location for each stroke.”
‘Beep.’ An evil whirring sound, and the crop came down on Theo’s shaft, hard, taking his breath away. The crop slowly returned to its starting position. ‘Beep.’ This time, the crop came down on the very base of Theo’s (and everyone else’s) penis, catching a little bit of stomach as well as his shaft. Theo was not sure how he could stand 30 more of this.
Alexa was having fun. The mouse arrow was hovering over the very tip of the penis diagram on the computer in front of her. “Not yet”, whispered Mr. Barton to her, conspiratorially. So she clicked on the area immediately underneath the glans. ‘Beep.’ ‘Swish, thud.’ Five screams, more screams, female ones, of excitement, in the audience. The five shafts were hit again and again. Still, all five erections were standing proud. The machines were set at 50% strength, and, after 15 strokes, Mr. Barton increased this to 70%. “Now”, he whispered into Alexa’s ear. Alexa moved the mouse arrow to the tip of the penis diagram and clicked. She got such a rush from the feeling of power, she could not help but inconspicuously, in the dark, rub her left hand against her crotch. Mr. Barton noticed, however, with a smile.
‘Beep – swish, whack!’ Theo’s glans was on fire, he just could not stand it. His erection was now, at long last, subsiding. Alexa saw that the same was happening to two other boys. A warning sign came up on the monitor: ‘Erections lost – advise implementing two separate punishment programs’. Alexa glanced at Mr. Barton for help. He clicked on ok and the screen split in two, the left one showing an erect penis, the right one a droopy one, with the number two over the left side of the screen, the number three on the right. Mr. Barton pointed at the erect shaft and clicked – two crops went down on two shafts. He then pointed to the scrotum on the right side of the screen, grinned and nodded encouragingly. Alexa moved the mouse pointer there and clicked. Three machines moved their wheels outward and turned them, so that their crops were now pointing straight at the three boys’ scrotums. ‘Beep!’ The three crops whizzed through the air and hit the boys where it hurt the most. Their screams were loud enough to be heard above the uproar in the auditorium.
Alexa’s mouse pointer moved over to the left hand side of her screen. She increased the strength to 80% and clicked ‘ok’. A higher whirring sound as the springs propelling the two wheels were wound up at increased tension. Then the ‘beep’, and two crops went down on two glans with increased force. Again, the two boys screamed out in pain. However, one of them had been circumcised at birth and the skin of his glans had become hard and leathery over the years, so that the stroke did not affect him as much as it had Theo and the other two uncircumcised boys. The other had not been circumcised and his glans, although his penis was fully erect, was enveloped by a generous mantle of foreskin. It hurt, but it could have been much worse!
And so it went on, although, to save time, Mr. Barton told Alexa to administer the punishment of erect penises and gonads simultaneously. They endured another 25 strokes to his scrotum. The pain was unbearable, but eventually it was over, and the number above his machine, which had been counting down the strokes, went out. He was left in the restraints, however, as had the other two boys who had ‘dropped out’ before him.
As it happened, the two boys whose erections had remained in place throughout had 70 strokes remaining at the point, while the two whose balls had been beaten along with Theo’s were now down to 35. To save time, Mr. Barton told Alexa to administer 35 blows to their scrotums next, in quick succession at a strength of 30%. He adjusted the program accordingly and told Alexa to click ok.
The two boys were relieved that the whirring sound their machines made was of a lower pitch, indicating less tension. ‘Beep’. Then two whacks a second into their balls – the pain unbearable and mounting. Then it was over, the two boys collapsed in their restraints, the numbers above their machines went down to zero and went out.
“Ok, Alexa, let’s make these 35 count. Full strength, 100% on the shaft. One stroke every two seconds. We’ll program the machines to shift to the balls once an erection goes down.” Mr. Barton whispered.
One boy managed to stay erect for 15 hard strokes, the other for 20. So one got 20 hard whacks into his balls, the other 15. They were both beyond caring at the end.
“A round of applause for Alexa who did her job beautifully!” Lackluster applause in the hall as Alexa was walking back to her seat.
Mr. Barton then read out the names of the three girls to be whipped on the pussy and told them to choose the three machines in the center of the stage. They got undressed and then sat on the machines facing the audience. Guards were strapping them in so that they legs were spread very wide, giving the audience deep insights into their pussies and a glimpse of their bottom holes.
Carl spun the wheel – it seemed to land on ‘200’, but then went a few notches further, landing on ‘7’. A groan of disappointment in the auditorium. Mr. Barton set the strength to 100%, and this was shown by the high-pitched whirring noise. ‘Beep’. ‘Whack, whack, whack’. A short break. The machines were whirring, shifting position. The next three whacks hit the lowest part of the girls’ pussies, almost their perineum. Again, a break. The girls’ pussies were bathed in red light – the machines were looking for their clits, where the next three whacks were to go. Screams filled the hall as all three crops connected with the girls’ love buttons with deadly accuracy.
The girls were left in place as Mr. Barton announced that there would a punishment assembly open to the public after school, where more serious offenders would be punished ‘by hand’ as it were, with Jonathan and Alexa as ‘executioners’.
“Assembly dismissed!’
To be continued …
Monday, 6 November. The first Monday of the new month had arrived. The students of Millennium High had been informed in early October that the normal early morning punishment assembly would be reinstated, not just for the first Monday of each month, but for every Monday … The first Monday of each month would have an additional punishment assembly in the afternoon, one open to the public. This would be reserved for more severe punishments for more serious offenders.
As the students were entering the hall, they could not help but notice the ten spanking new (pun intended) spanking machines that stood on the stage. They each consisted of a wheel holding a small whip; these were attached to padded, metal punishment horses.
When all the students were in their seats, Mr. Barton’s voice came over the speaker system. “The school has accumulated a large backlog of punishments with over eighty students on 10 demerits or more. Mr. Bolden-Ahern, one of our schools most generous benefactors, has enabled us to buy the ten spanking machines you see in front of you. These will enable us to punish students much more efficiently in the future. What will happen now, and every Monday, is as follows. Any girls with fewer than 15 demerits will be spanked on their bottoms. Girls with 15 to 20 demerits will be whipped on their breasts. Girls with 21 to 25 demerits will be spanked on their vulvas. Girls with more than 25 demerits will be punished at our monthly punishment assembly this afternoon.
“All boys with 10 to 25 demerits will receive a whipping, with the number of demerits determining the number of lashes they will receive. Boys with more than 25 demerits will be punished at this afternoon’s assembly.”
Over the previous month, the discipline regime at the school had indeed become much tougher, with demerits being handed out for infractions as minor as yawning in class. It had been noticeable, however, that the (mainly male) teaching staff had been rather stricter with girls, particularly pretty ones, than with boys, and so there was a much greater backlog of girls to be punished than boys.
“I will now read out the names of the first ten lucky girls to try out our new equipment. Will the following please make their way to the stage: Berenice Hopkins, Amanda Bright …”. Mr. Barton read out ten names in all. Ten girls were moving through the rows of seats in the auditorium and walked up to the stage. When they were all standing in a row, Mr. Barton resumed his remarks:
“You are all on between 10 and 14 demerits and will receive a whipping on your bottoms. Please pick a whipping machine, take off your skirts, tights and panties and put them on the chair next to your machine. Please then stand next to your machine facing the auditorium, hands by your sides.”
The girls were all eager to get to one of the machines on the left or right of the stage, but, of course, some of them lost out and had to settle for one of the center-stage machines, the ones in full view of the entire audience. Some began to take off their skirts and tights slowly and bashfully, others did this in a matter-of-fact way, put their clothes on the chair and stood facing the audience as instructed. Their blouses were fortunately long enough to cover their pussies.
“Now, ladies, I instruct you to lift your blouses so that we can check if you comply with the school’s strict grooming code for girls on demerits.”
The code provided that all girls with more than five demerits had to keep their pubic area hair-free in order to be prepared for any punishment they might have to undergo. All the girls obeyed, eight revealing their bald slit, two, at the two machines in the center of the stage, a bush of dark pubic hair.
“Ok, two of you obviously did not think it worth obeying the school’s grooming code. I am awarding you five demerits each, which takes you into the next punishment category. Take your clothes and return to your seat until I call you again.
“Will Sian Butler and Emmeline Strawbridge please come to the stage.”
Sian and Emmeline were on 10 demerits each and had been relieved not to be called up. Now they had to make their way to the stage and partially undress next to the machines in the very center of the stage. When they were done, they dutifully raised their blouses showing that they, at least, had followed the rules.
“Thank you. Ladies, our new machines have illuminated arrows showing where to put your hands and knees. Please lie on them as indicated!”
The girls had to kneel on two kneepads and then lean forward across a padded surface. Guards were moving along the row securing the girls firmly with Velcro straps on their knees, across their backs and their wrists. When they were secured, each machine scanned their bottoms using a red laser beam. At the same time, the knee pads on which the girls were kneeling were moving apart, making a whizzing sound. Each girl was showing the audience a gaping, nude slit and a glimpse of her anus.
“The number of lashes you are all about to receive will be determined by chance, using our punishment wheel. This will be turned by Jonathan, our current top student on 50 academic merits. Jonathan, please make your way to the stage.”
Jonathan had not been told he would have to do this – he was full of anticipation, though, because he knew that later in the day he would be giving Ibby, one of the girls from his own year, eighteen whip lashes on her naked, open pussy. He spun the wheel, and it landed on 26.
“Jonathan, I would now like you to start the punishment of your fellow students by pressing the red button next to the wheel. The machines are all programmed to administer 26 lashes.”
Jonathan pressed the button, and all ten wheels started whirring, turning and bringing their crops into position. There was then a unison beep and all the wheels turned at great speed, propelling their crops forward and across the bottoms that were waiting to be hit. A scream from the ten girls, excited chatter followed by applause from the crowd. The crops then withdrew back into a ‘ready’ position. There was a whirring sound as they adjusted to a new position. “Crack!”, they all struck again, at precisely the same time, but now slightly lower across each bottom. Two thin red lines were forming, exactly parallel, and with just a quarter of an inch distance between them. This was obviously precision equipment!
At the end of the session, each girl had twenty-six parallel lines covering her entire bottom. They were unstrapped, told to get dressed and returned to their seats.
“The next punishment category had just seven girls in it, but this has now gone up to nine. Will the following please come up.”
Mr. Barton read out nine names. When the girls were on the stage, Mr. Barton told them to take off their blouses and bras and stand against the upright padded area next to each machine. 200 juvenile cocks in the audience got even harder if possible as ten girls, some of them seriously beautiful, some not so much, exposed their breasts to the audience and stood in the prescribed position. Laura Gamble, a sophomore who had got into trouble because she had prepared the wrong assignment for her history class, was happy (if that was the right word) to have managed to select the machine at the very left edge of the stage. Though everyone was still able to see her, she thought this would make her less conspicuous. Unfortunately this left one of the machines center-stage empty, and Mr. Barton instructed Laura to make her way there. Just her luck! Far from inconspicuous, the topless girl now had to walk across the stage and stand against one of the two center machines.
All the girls were secured with Velcro straps around their midriffs, ankles and wrists (which were tied behind their backs, thrusting their breasts out prominently). It was important in order for the machines to operate properly to restrict their mobility as much as possible, and the guards did a very good job: none of them was able to move her upper body.
Laura felt particularly constrained and was close to panicking. She could not move an inch, and the broad Velcro strap just underneath her large breasts was making it difficult to breathe. She was dimly aware that Jonathan was now again spinning the punishment wheel, but the front of the wheel was not visible from her position. The wheel was beginning to spin more slowly, and the audience grew noisy with excitement, breaking into frantic applause when the wheel stopped.
Mr. Barton’s voice: “Unfortunately for the students being punished, the wheel has landed on …”, he paused to increase the suspense – Laura was expecting him to say 200 – “96!” I will program the machines to administer these in nine bursts of ten quick, sharp flicks, followed by six more serious lashes. Jonathan, please do the honors!”
Each girl’s breasts had, in the meantime, been scanned by the red laser, and, Jonathan having pressed to button, they whirred into the ‘ready’ position. The first set of ten lashes was aimed at the very top of each girl’s breasts, hitting the same spot again and again, in less than five seconds. A whirring sound, a beep and then another set of ten, hitting slightly lower, again in the same spot over and over.
The nine sets of ten lashes avoided the girls’ nipples and areolae; Laura hoped this was so as to avoid inflicting too much pain, but was somewhat worried that these tender areas would be ‘saved up’ for later. And so it proved. The nine sets over, nine sets of breasts covered with nine red, almost purple stripes, Mr. Barton announced that each of the six strokes would hit areolae and nipples, and that they would be of increasing intensity.
A unison beep, then a whirring and Laura’s nipple was hit full on by the riding crop. She could not really see how the strokes could conceivably get harder – her nipple was on fire! All nine girls had screamed out when they were hit, and some of them, including Laura, were sobbing. Again, the dreaded beep, and all the wheels swung round, propelling their whips against the girls’ breasts, this time a little higher, hitting the very upper edge of their areolae. This hurt less, although the force of the stroke had noticeably increased. Laura had large nipples surrounded by large areolae, so there was quite a bit of distance between the two strokes. Not all the girls were so lucky. Sian (one of the two girls whose grooming had fallen short of requirements), had tiny nipples surrounded by tiny areolae, and her pain was extreme as the whip seemingly continued to hit the same area (her tiny nipple), even though the next two strokes were aimed at the lower edge of the girls’ areolae. After the sixth stroke, she felt as if her nipple had been ripped off.
The nine girls were then unstrapped and got dressed again, before resuming their places.
Mr. Barton now announced that there were three girls who were due to receive a whipping on their vaginas, and that they would be required to strip totally naked for their punishments. However, for variety’s sake the only boys with significant demerits, seven in total, would be punished first.
Mr. Barton read out their names and they made their way to the stage as yet unsure of what their fate would be. When they were on stage, Mr. Barton ordered them to strip entirely naked. They reluctantly obeyed, and it soon became clear that their reluctance was in no small part due to the fact that they all sported very prominent erections. They were all strapped into a punishment machine standing upright and facing the audience. Theo, a freshman who had managed to accumulate 15 demerits for persistent lateness, and who had, of course, witnessed previous punishment assemblies, was pretty sure that this meant that they would all be whipped on their erections.
Mr. Barton came on again: “I said at the beginning that the number of demerits will determine the number of strokes. Let’s just see how many demerits each of these boys have accumulated.”
Over each occupied machine, a number lit up. Two boys had ten, one (Theo) had 15, two had 20 and two 25.
“Alexa, our top female student with 70 academic merits, will now spin the wheel. If it lands on a number lower than 10, the number of demerits will be multiplied by that number; if it lands on a number higher than 9, that number will be added to the number of demerits to determine the total number of strokes the machines will be programmed to execute. Alexa will also be asked to help program the computer when it comes to where the strokes are to be placed. Spin the wheel, Alexa!”
Alexa gave the wheel a good spin. Theo could not see the front of the wheel, but as it was getting slower, he caught the excitement of the audience. In fact, wheel ended up teetering on the brink of the ‘200’ notch, but then did not go over, staying on ‘7’, instead. The numbers above the machines changed to 70, 105, 140 and 175 respectively.
“Alexa, will you please join me up here in my booth?” As Alexa was climbing the stairs backstairs, Mr. Barton explained that the first 70 lashes were going to be at a low setting, but at high speed. Seven machines were, in the meantime, bathing seven penises in red laser light, as each machine acquired the positional data on each victim.
“Alexa is now in control of my mouse – she will click on the part of the male organ that she has chosen for the first 35 strokes.”
All seven machines whirred into the ‘ready’ position. The infamous beep sounded, and all seven machines started rotating, whipping seven shafts in quick succession and moving slowly along the shaft. The whole sequence lasted less than 20 seconds. None of the boys being punished had made a sound – the pain had not been too bad, Theo thought, though the experience had been not exactly pleasant.
“We will stick with the same intensity, but Alexa has chosen a different area.”
The beep sounded, and all machines started rotating again, this time hitting the boys’ glans. This was particularly painful for those boys who were uncircumcised but whose foreskins did not cover their glans when erect – Theo was one of these. After 20 seconds it was over, and Theo’s glans was bright red and felt on fire. The numbers above two of the machines went out, those two boys had paid their debts to society.
“For the next 30 strokes, the light whip currently attached to the machines will be replaced by a stiff riding crop.” Guards were moving along the five remaining machines, making the change. Alexa will determine the location for each stroke.”
‘Beep.’ An evil whirring sound, and the crop came down on Theo’s shaft, hard, taking his breath away. The crop slowly returned to its starting position. ‘Beep.’ This time, the crop came down on the very base of Theo’s (and everyone else’s) penis, catching a little bit of stomach as well as his shaft. Theo was not sure how he could stand 30 more of this.
Alexa was having fun. The mouse arrow was hovering over the very tip of the penis diagram on the computer in front of her. “Not yet”, whispered Mr. Barton to her, conspiratorially. So she clicked on the area immediately underneath the glans. ‘Beep.’ ‘Swish, thud.’ Five screams, more screams, female ones, of excitement, in the audience. The five shafts were hit again and again. Still, all five erections were standing proud. The machines were set at 50% strength, and, after 15 strokes, Mr. Barton increased this to 70%. “Now”, he whispered into Alexa’s ear. Alexa moved the mouse arrow to the tip of the penis diagram and clicked. She got such a rush from the feeling of power, she could not help but inconspicuously, in the dark, rub her left hand against her crotch. Mr. Barton noticed, however, with a smile.
‘Beep – swish, whack!’ Theo’s glans was on fire, he just could not stand it. His erection was now, at long last, subsiding. Alexa saw that the same was happening to two other boys. A warning sign came up on the monitor: ‘Erections lost – advise implementing two separate punishment programs’. Alexa glanced at Mr. Barton for help. He clicked on ok and the screen split in two, the left one showing an erect penis, the right one a droopy one, with the number two over the left side of the screen, the number three on the right. Mr. Barton pointed at the erect shaft and clicked – two crops went down on two shafts. He then pointed to the scrotum on the right side of the screen, grinned and nodded encouragingly. Alexa moved the mouse pointer there and clicked. Three machines moved their wheels outward and turned them, so that their crops were now pointing straight at the three boys’ scrotums. ‘Beep!’ The three crops whizzed through the air and hit the boys where it hurt the most. Their screams were loud enough to be heard above the uproar in the auditorium.
Alexa’s mouse pointer moved over to the left hand side of her screen. She increased the strength to 80% and clicked ‘ok’. A higher whirring sound as the springs propelling the two wheels were wound up at increased tension. Then the ‘beep’, and two crops went down on two glans with increased force. Again, the two boys screamed out in pain. However, one of them had been circumcised at birth and the skin of his glans had become hard and leathery over the years, so that the stroke did not affect him as much as it had Theo and the other two uncircumcised boys. The other had not been circumcised and his glans, although his penis was fully erect, was enveloped by a generous mantle of foreskin. It hurt, but it could have been much worse!
And so it went on, although, to save time, Mr. Barton told Alexa to administer the punishment of erect penises and gonads simultaneously. They endured another 25 strokes to his scrotum. The pain was unbearable, but eventually it was over, and the number above his machine, which had been counting down the strokes, went out. He was left in the restraints, however, as had the other two boys who had ‘dropped out’ before him.
As it happened, the two boys whose erections had remained in place throughout had 70 strokes remaining at the point, while the two whose balls had been beaten along with Theo’s were now down to 35. To save time, Mr. Barton told Alexa to administer 35 blows to their scrotums next, in quick succession at a strength of 30%. He adjusted the program accordingly and told Alexa to click ok.
The two boys were relieved that the whirring sound their machines made was of a lower pitch, indicating less tension. ‘Beep’. Then two whacks a second into their balls – the pain unbearable and mounting. Then it was over, the two boys collapsed in their restraints, the numbers above their machines went down to zero and went out.
“Ok, Alexa, let’s make these 35 count. Full strength, 100% on the shaft. One stroke every two seconds. We’ll program the machines to shift to the balls once an erection goes down.” Mr. Barton whispered.
One boy managed to stay erect for 15 hard strokes, the other for 20. So one got 20 hard whacks into his balls, the other 15. They were both beyond caring at the end.
“A round of applause for Alexa who did her job beautifully!” Lackluster applause in the hall as Alexa was walking back to her seat.
Mr. Barton then read out the names of the three girls to be whipped on the pussy and told them to choose the three machines in the center of the stage. They got undressed and then sat on the machines facing the audience. Guards were strapping them in so that they legs were spread very wide, giving the audience deep insights into their pussies and a glimpse of their bottom holes.
Carl spun the wheel – it seemed to land on ‘200’, but then went a few notches further, landing on ‘7’. A groan of disappointment in the auditorium. Mr. Barton set the strength to 100%, and this was shown by the high-pitched whirring noise. ‘Beep’. ‘Whack, whack, whack’. A short break. The machines were whirring, shifting position. The next three whacks hit the lowest part of the girls’ pussies, almost their perineum. Again, a break. The girls’ pussies were bathed in red light – the machines were looking for their clits, where the next three whacks were to go. Screams filled the hall as all three crops connected with the girls’ love buttons with deadly accuracy.
The girls were left in place as Mr. Barton announced that there would a punishment assembly open to the public after school, where more serious offenders would be punished ‘by hand’ as it were, with Jonathan and Alexa as ‘executioners’.
“Assembly dismissed!’
To be continued …
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