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Sarah and Ben

Chapter Two



My husband has told his part now it is time for me to tell mine. I have
been in love with Ben forever. Well, since I have known him. We had been
a very happily married couple. I had some friends and he had some of his
own. We also had a few friends together. June was one of my friends and I
had been a bit jealous of her for a long time.

June was one of those girls who looked sexy in anything she wore. I had
seen Ben look at her in 'that' way more than once. I had also noticed him
looking at our next-door neighbor. She was built a lot like June and I had
never cared for her. She was always showing off her body to my husband any
chance she got.

Ben had always been faithful to me I knew, but temptations could
overcome even the strongest of marriages. My biggest fear was losing Ben
to that bitch next door. Her whole attitude seemed to me to be 'I'm going
to have your husband some day, wait and see.' It drove me nuts to think she
would be able to get Ben into her bed.

June had always talked to me about Ben and I knew that if it weren't the
fact that I was married to him she would have been after him too. I also
felt that I could trust June implicitly. I knew that she had tried once at
a New Years Eve party and had failed miserably. She had even fessed up to
me afterwards, telling me that he was as faithful as the day was long.

One day June mentioned to me that her boss was looking for some help.
The women he wanted to work for him had to be good looking and built. When
I said that I doubted that I would qualify she had floored me with her
praise of my body and looks. She convinced me to go on down and interview
with Mr. Stevens.

While Ben didn't care to have me working, he also knew I was bored at
home all the time, so he consented to my trying out. (Not that he 'owned'
me or anything like that, I just felt that this was one of 'those'
decisions that both had to agree on.) When I got to the club it was an
eye-opening visit. June was a stripper! I was stunned, and then a bit
turned on. I had some fantasies that centered on my being a stripper in a
club.

I knew that Ben would not be happy with this kind of work, so after my
'interview' and how good it went, I decided to not tell Ben what I did
exactly. It was a bad thing to hold that information back from him, but I
really wanted to try this out for a bit.

Mr. Stevens was quick to hire me. He kept telling me how good-looking
I was and how much I would draw in the men to his club. June was also very
vocal on my looks. Eventually, after a lot of great comments about me, I
let myself be 'talked' into going to work there. If they had only known of
my fantasy.

I started to work there and at first I just waited tables (topless of
course) and watched the other dancers do their routines. Soon, I learned
some moves and invented some more of my own. One night I began to dance.
As I danced around and stripped I got hotter and hornier than I had ever
been. Ben received the benefits of all of this 'work' of mine without
knowing what caused my horniness.

June had started to talk to me about doing parties and 'special'
routines. I begged off since I knew that to do those was to cross the line
from dancing to actual sex for money. I was going to remain faithful to
Ben at all costs. Mr. Stevens started to invite me to be the 'star'
attraction on some nights when it was slow and I consented to doing that. I
was soon bringing in quite a bit of cash on those nights.

One day, as I went to my bank to deposit my money from the night before
I realized that I had over twelve thousand dollars in my account. This was
after buying my 'uniforms' for work and some other toys I had wanted. I
was stunned at the amount. When I mentioned how much I had made to June
she just shrugged and said that wasn't too bad for a beginner who only
worked the slow nights.

June went on to tell me about how much she had made at the two parties
the last weekend, and then how much she had made at work after those
parties. The amounts she was talking about were substantial. I was
shocked to learn that she was in the six-figure bracket, and at the upper
end too.

She explained how she had been investing her money and how it grew even
quicker than she had thought it would. She didn't have to work at all
anymore; she just genuinely loved what she was doing and intended to keep
going for quite a while yet.

Soon I let myself be seduced into the money and then begged Ben to let
me work those parties and other shifts. He was very reluctant to let me do
this, but I convinced him to at least let me try it for a while.

One night, after I had stripped and was getting ready to go home June
stopped me and begged me to work a party with her the next day. I
reluctantly said I would, but no sex for me. She said ok, she just needed
another dancer to help her out.

The party time came and we arrived to a crowd of fifteen men who were
already partied up. I did my routine then June did hers. The groom and
best man begged me to do some more for them and I let myself be talked into
a lap dance. (I hadn't done them as of yet)

I was so horny and turned on from the comments and men trying to cop a
feel that I really let loose on the grooms lap dance. As I danced for him
I knelt and pretended to be sucking his cock. He reached down and released
his pants to reveal his rather large hard cock.

Before I knew it I was actually licking and then sucking on his hard
cock. As I sucked him the best man knelt down behind me and thrust his
equally large cock into my now very wet hot pussy. I tried to stop him but
the groom had a hold of my head and I couldn't get away from the cock in my
mouth to holler at them to stop.

As I was getting fucked in my pussy I could feel other hands and fingers
exploring my body and soon I was lost in a trance. I came and came. I had
cocks in my pussy and mouth constantly for quite a while. Then at one
point, while June filmed my gangbang, they started to use my virgin
asshole. I once again couldn't protest since my mouth was full of cock and
it was in my throat.

As my painful ordeal went on I got into it and was soon begging for more
cock in all of my holes. I really was in heat and lust for all the cock I
could get. June filmed and photographed all of my debauchery that
afternoon. I had no excuse. I was not drugged nor was I drunk. I had
just fallen into this gangbang and found that I loved the cocks and fucking
that came with it.

I was able to take large cocks in any hole. I could swallow them until
my lips were crushed against their pubic bone and not choke. I was able to
take them straight into my ass with no trouble or little pain. This became
my life. I would do the parties for the sex and then get paid a lot of
money on top of that to boot.

Mr. Stevens saw the film and bought some of the stills for his own
personal use. He then 'auditioned' me for other 'special' work at the
club. June was there as he used me the first time. He was a large black
man and he had a monster cock. I soon learned to take him in any and every
way possible.

He would use me to calm some of the rougher elements on busy nights.
They would use me in the back room for hours. I was getting fucked in more
ways than I had ever heard of and enjoyed all of it. These men had no
hesitation to use me as their slut. I was made to suck them after they had
been in any hole in my body. I let them use me like a prize whore.

I was even the winnings in a weekly poker game and the winner could use
me in any way he wanted. This is when lesbian sex with other dancers
started. I found out that I even liked girls. I loved to lick a pussy
that had just had a cock spurt its juices into it. I loved to have strange
cocks filling me with their love potions too.

I had a hard time keeping my work sex life and my married sex life
separate. When Ben finally found me out I figured that I was going to be
kicked out of the house and his life forever. I truly loved Ben and didn't
want to divorce him. I was ready to quit this whoring for him. I wanted
to be his wife and felt very, very bad about my lies and deceitful ways.

I was sure that he was going to dump me when June came over and talked
to the both of us that afternoon. When Ben learned about my parties and
what I had done, well the look on his face was one that I would never want
to see ever again. I had broken him. I had torn his trust in me apart and
destroyed our marriage for the illicit sex.



I tried to get his attention on the money that I had made, and soon
realized that wasn't going to help things at all. June had saved the day
for me but her plan was one that I had a hard time accepting. Watching
them have sex turned out to be the hardest thing I had ever done. I was
crushed and torn. My heart and soul knew now what I had put Ben through. I
deserved to be tossed away.

My thoughts as I watched them fuck were ones of torment and pain. Ben
hadn't felt all of it totally yet and I was sure that we were going to have
real problems before this was all over. My heart was broken as I watched
June let Ben take her ass and then when she made me suck him off, well, I
realized that I had been deserving of my punishment, and so much more.

After the whole weekend and June had left Ben didn't talk to me very
much. I could see the pain in his eyes yet. He said that he had forgiven
me, but the pain of my betrayal and lies was in his eyes. His attitude was
a bit cold, even as he tried to show his love for me.

I took the next week off from my work, much to Mr. Steven's dismay, but
I think he knew he was real close to losing me at this point so he let me
take the time off without too much argument. It cost him some big bucks
since he had a party set up on three successive days that involved me and
now I wouldn't be there for him. I had to promise to make it up to him at
a later date no matter what.

Ben was still working so I stayed home and cleaned and cooked and tried
to make amends. Our sex life went to nothing. His hugs were stiff and per
functionary. I felt that he was ready to run at any moment. I didn't know
what to do. How could I have been so stupid and cruel to the one man that
I had loved with all my heart? I still loved him with all my heart and I
knew that deep inside him was a wound that was festering and growing. I
had no way of stopping it and was at ends trying to get him back. I had
totally screwed up my life and his too.

I finally called June and she came over on that Friday. We had a long
heart to heart talk and she came up with a plan. She knew that the
pictures of my gangbang had turned on Ben. She figured that I had one
chance to get him back and that was to give him a 'party' and let him be
the center of attention. I should also be prepared to let the other
dancers have him too.

Her plan also involved my being gangbanged by some male dancers too.
This would be worked out if June thought that he was ready for it at the
same time as his party. If he showed the signs she was looking for I might
have a chance to correct this mess I had created.

We set up the party for the following weekend and I was on pins and
needles the whole next week. Ben still refused to have sex with me and I
was sure I had lost him by that Friday night. He had taken to sleeping in
the guest bedroom and not talking to me at all.

I had snuck into the bedroom naked, hoping to get him interested in
fucking me and found him in tears. I felt lower than ever. I had caused
deep emotional wounds and I didn't think our marriage was to survive. I
crawled back into the other bedroom alone and cried myself asleep.

June showed up the next morning early and after a quick conference with
me we snuck in and tied Ben up to the bed. He was yelling and shouting at
us, mostly me. I straddled his face and lowered my pussy down on his
mouth, hoping that he wouldn't bite me. He soon quieted down and started
to suck on my clit and lick my pussy.

As he ate my pussy to a great orgasm June had the other girls come in
and strip off. When I got off of his face Ben looked shocked. He couldn't
believe that there were six naked strange women in this room ready to fuck
him. They were lined up and looking him up and down. I was tense, afraid
that I was going to lose him to these co-workers of mine.

As I watched, his cock started to go soft. I knew this was not a good
sign. The other girls were quick to jump on the bed and they began to lick
and kiss him all over his body. Ben's cock regained its hardness and as I
watched, these other women got him turned on and on the edge of shooting
his load into the air.

Nothing was taboo for these girls. They tongued his asshole, sucked his
cock and used him in any way they could get at him. He was moaning and
wanted to cum real bad. June stepped up and stopped the party and then
introduced them all to him. First names only, as if he would remember any
of their names after this.

June then climbed on him and dropped down on his hard cock. As she
fucked him the others went back to tonguing and licking where they could.
June started to talk to him.

"Ben, baby, you like this? Does this feel good?"

"Uh, yeah June, I like it."

"Yeah? Who do you like more, me, or them?"

"All of you."

"What about Sarah?"

"She's my wife June, of course I like her too."

"Oh really? Then why haven't you been fucking your wife stud?"

"I...I don't know. Mad, I guess I'm mad at her for being a whore and
fucking all those men."

"Don't you think you benefited from her fucking around? Hasn't she
learned some new things to do to you in bed?"

"Yeah, but this is all wrong. She should have talked to me first. We
should have talked this all out first."

Ben wasn't able to concentrate to well since all of the attention was
still being paid to his body and June was skillfully fucking him and
keeping him on edge. I wasn't sure about her plan at all now.

"Ben, did it turn you on to see Sarah with that man's cock in her
mouth?"

"I...well...maybe a little bit."

"A little bit? I just felt you surge up in size just at a memory of
that picture honey. I think it turns you on more than a little bit. Maybe
a lot?"

"June, why are you doing this? You know that I told you that I had some
fantasies about Sarah doing it with other men. You know that it turns me
on somehow."

"Oh yeah Ben, I do know. I just needed for you to admit it. I have a
little surprise for you now. You get to watch Sarah get gangbanged up
close and personal babe. Real close."

One of the other girls left and soon I heard the men coming in. They
were strippers from another club. June had arranged for this and I was
soon to be the star of a gangbang. This one was going to have my husband
as a very close participant. I was to straddle his body so my pussy was
just above his head and let the first of them take me right in front of
him. He was to see a strange cock entering my pussy, or asshole within
inches of his eyes.

As the first man mounted me I took Ben's cock into my mouth and began to
lovingly suck on him. I kept him close, but didn't let him cum. The first
three men took my pussy and Ben watched closely. The fourth man decided to
take my asshole and as his cock slid in I felt a tongue on my used and
overflowing pussy. Ben was licking my pussy, cum and all.

The other girls were 'fluffing' the men on standby and I took cock after
cock. Ben stayed with me and licked and sucked my pussy when he could. At
one point he was licking a cock and its balls as it rammed into my pussy. I
had never known that he would do such a thing. June had it captured on
film too.

After the seventh man had fucked me June cut Ben loose. He moved up and
began to tongue my asshole. I sat up and lowered my butt down to his face
and cum ran from both holes all over him. His mouth was wide open and his
fingers were busy catching cum on my legs and transferring it to his mouth
too.

I sat there and began to orgasm and as I went off his cock shot off a
huge load without even being touched. The other girls were a bit impressed
with the whole episode. The night went into a full-blown orgy after that.
Most of the men continued to fuck me and Ben stayed with me even though
some of the girls mounted him or sucked him off. He was always in touch
with me.

The next morning, after the last people left, June sat us down and we
talked about our night. I found out that Ben had been feeling guilty for
fucking June in front of me and didn't know how to make it right. He had
been feeling guilty for fucking one woman. I had fucked so many men by
that point.

He was only aware of the fifteen that we had told him about and June
began to tell and show him the rest of the parties and pictures. His guilt
was short-lived. He didn't get mad, like I thought he would (at least not
to show anyway). He just accepted it all and stared at the pictures as
they were flipped up to him.

We talked for hours that day and in the evening Ben and I went to bed in
the same bed. Just the two of us. I held him close to me and we slept
that whole night that way.

We had exorcised some of our demons and I felt that perhaps our marriage
had a chance, however small, of surviving. Ben worked that week and was
home each night on time. I had dinner ready for him every night and after
dinner we would talk or just go to the bedroom and make love.

There was a difference in our love making now. I could see that Ben was
working very hard at pleasing me. Not to say that he hadn't in the past,
he just threw himself into it more each time.

That weekend, on Friday night, Ben took me out to where I worked. He
watched as I danced and did lap dances for customers. I had my eyes on him
constantly, fearing that he would go ballistic or leave in a huff but he
stayed right in his seat and just watched.

Towards the end of the shift he pulled me aside and asked me if he could
use the room in back right away.

"You want me to fuck you back there? Mr. Stevens has a camera back
there Ben, are you sure?"

"Yes. I want to take Candy back there and fuck her. I have already
made arrangements with her. I want to have you join us and ride my face as
she rides my cock."

"I thought you just wanted me Ben. I don't like the idea of you fucking
these other women. Couldn't we just do it by ourselves?"

"Sarah, I love you, you know that. I also am owed quite a few fucks
from other women because of your cheating slut ways. I think you had
better get over this jealousy thing quick. It could be detrimental to our
marriage."

I was stunned. I had thought that he wouldn't go through with fucking
to catch up with me and now that he knew about all of the other men I had
fucked I realized that if I didn't let him fuck other women and try to
catch up I would lose him.

I was torn with the need to keep him for myself and also with the need
to keep him as my husband. Resigned to my punishment brought on by my
friend June, I relented and nodded my head yes.

"Good girl. Sarah, don't ever forget that I love you, that is the
important thing. If you hadn't cheated on me like you did none of this
would ever have happened."

"I know Ben. I am afraid that you will fall for some other woman and it
scares me. I do love you Ben and since this is to be my punishment I guess
I shouldn't complain about it."

Ben stood and hugged me close. He then kissed me in a very strong and
possessive way. I felt a bit better after that kiss. I just wished that
Candy wasn't the girl he wanted tonight. She had the body of all men's
dreams and her attitude was a sexual predatory type of huntress.

Candy walked up and took Ben by an arm and we all walked to the back
'entertainment' room. Once there she had Ben naked in seconds. Her
aggressiveness surprised even me. I had never seen her so hot for a male
before. I became very worried at this point.

Ben was a bit shocked too. His face had a look of a sheep being led
into a den of wolves. The only wolf here was Candy though. Her attack
became very centered and soon my husband was on the bed being treated to a
world-class blowjob. Candy knew exactly what to do and how to best achieve
the goal.

I stepped in close and stripped off. I then got on the bed and took one
of Ben's hands into mine. Candy pulled his hand out of mine as soon as she
saw what I was doing.

"He is mine for now bitch. You just sit there and watch a woman please
her man the right way. If I had him as a husband I would never have been
working here or fucking around on him either."

Her cruel words cut me to the core. I was in danger of losing my
husband to this barracuda. She had her sights set on Ben, and he didn't
seem to care one-way or the other. In fact I thought I saw a slight smile
on his face as she tore into me.

"This is how you show a man that you care for his sexual being whore.
Watch as I bring Ben to a level of sexual bliss that he has never had
before. I can be all that he wants and he is quite a catch too. Watch and
learn, maybe you will learn enough to keep him in your arms, I doubt it
though."

I was in a near panic now. She was going to try to take my husband away
from me. I didn't know what to do. Ben was just lying there and accepting
her ministrations and ignoring me.

I shrunk back and sat against the backboard of the bed. My tears fell
quietly down my cheeks as I watched my husband get pleasure from a
beautiful and wanton woman who had just as much as told us that she was
going after him in a real big and permanent way.

They paid no further attention to me and as I watched Candy brought Ben
off with her mouth so hard and intensely that I could see he had just had
the best orgasm of his life.

Candy then moved up and began to kiss him all over. Her mouth and lips
lingered on his nipples and then she worked her way back down to his cock.
Soon she had him rock hard and ready to go again.

She moved up and straddled his body. Her pussy lips were running
moisture and actually dripping on his cock as she maneuvered herself to
take him in. His cock was throbbing and pulsing, as she got ready to
impale herself on his very hard cock. No rubber, no safe sex, she was
taking him bareback. I knew that this was for real at that point.

I watched as this woman began to move her body in such a sexual and
alluring way that even I became mesmerized with her. Ben moaned and she
dropped down on his cock. Her motions were discrete but very effective.
She bent down and kissed Ben. As they kissed she took his lower lip in her
teeth and pulled it gently outwards. I couldn't believe that Ben was
letting her do this in front of me.

He had a hungry look in his eyes as she became even more aggressive with
him. His hands went to her breasts and soon his fingers were pinching her
nipples hard. She moaned and started to cum hard. All I could do is watch
as she bit by bit stole my husband from me.

The door to the room opened and I saw June stick her head in. She
motioned to me and I got up and went over to her. She looked concerned at
the action going on in front of us.

"When did Candy get a hold of him? She is dangerous to you Sarah. She
would like to have Ben for her own you know."

"I know, she just told me. There is nothing I can do June, Ben wanted
her, and look at them. I think I have lost my husband to her already. OH
GOD! Why? Why did I do this to him? I have lost him forever for sure
now."

June took me in her arms as I cried. Her touch was comforting to me in
my pain. I could still hear Candy and Ben fucking hard. Why had Ben
chosen to have Candy tonight? Why did he want me right there to watch
them? Had he already decided to dump me and go with Candy?

"Sarah, you haven't lost him yet. You're just going to have to get
better than her at keeping his attentions. I'll help you as much as I can.
None of the other girls like her anyway. That is why she wasn't at the
party. I knew she was trouble from the start."

"What do I have to do June? I love my husband and want to keep him. I
would do anything to keep him now. Anything. I can't lose him now, not
after all of this. He said he still loved me, why is he doing this to me
now?"

"Honey, I think that Candy is trying to turn his head. She probably
caught wind of things and decided to get her claws into him. We will work
this out, you'll see."

I stepped back into the room and saw that the two lovers were lying on
their sides. They were facing each other. Ben motioned to me to come to
him.

"I think you should join us now Sarah. Candy needs to be cleaned up a
bit. You can have the honors."

Confused I just looked at them. Dawning was a bit in coming to me, as
it did I realized that they expected me to clean her orally. I felt a
chill run through my body. Candy must have put him up to this too.

"I'll go get a towel Ben. I'll just be a minute."

"Hey whore, you'll use your tongue to clean my pussy up. I want you to
eat your husbands cum out of my pussy with your tongue. Suck it dry slut.
Taste what a real woman tastes like when she has a real man."

"Ben...please...not this. Not like this. Not with her...please."

"Sarah, you owe me big time. You have had way more than fifteen men and
I can't even estimate how many fucks it will take to get even with you now.
Do you even have an idea? I doubt it. Just do it. NOW."

Candy was smiling and it was not a pretty or nice smile. She had scored
a big victory on me with my husband. I had no choice but to do as ordered.
She laid back and spread her legs. I could see their combined juices
running out of her very wet, red, pussy.

I crawled up between her legs. She lifted them up and pulled them back
so that she was totally spread wide open. Ben sat up and watched as I
began to lick and suck on Candy's pussy. I saw that some of their cum had
ran down over her asshole and a glob of it was resting in her opening. I
licked down and gathered it up on my tongue and cleaned her up there too.

I worked on her pussy and asshole for quite a while until they both
decided that I had done a good enough job on her. Then I had to clean up
Ben too. This was an easier task. I used every trick in the book to get
him clean and tried to show him how good I was. I also tried to show that
I still loved him too.

I had him on the edge of cumming when Candy pulled me away. I struggled
for a minute, but her leverage was greater and she shoved me back and off
the bed in a thump of disgrace and shame for me.

As I watched, she positioned her ass over his cock and lowered herself
down on him. She got used to his cock in her tight asshole then she
started to move up and down. I could see her motions got faster and faster
as she went along. Soon she was bouncing on him like a pogo stick.

Soon she came, and came hard. Ben hadn't cum yet and as she fell off of
him he took my hand in his and pulled me onto the bed.

"Suck me off slut. I want to cum in your mouth like the whore you are."

His words cut me deeply. He was treating me like trash. I knew that I
deserved it a bit, but after the last weeks I had really thought that we
were going to be ok. Now I wasn't so sure.

I took his hard cock into my mouth and began to deep throat him. I
tried to ignore the taste and succeeded in a minor way. Candy was watching
with a self-satisfied smirk as I was made to clean up after her yet again.
Ben got off pretty soon saving me too much embarrent and debasement
from my actions.

They got up and got dressed. Ben took her hand as they headed out the
door.

"I think I will be staying with Candy for the night Sarah. You can get
yourself home right?"

"Ben, please don't do this."

"Do what Sarah? Fuck around on you? Fuck strange pussy? Go and spend
the night with another woman? Why should I be any different than you?
That's what you did to me isn't it? Well?"

"Ben, please! I thought that we'd worked this out now. Please! Don't
go with her. I need to have you home with me. Please Ben, I love you."

"Sarah, this is a lesson you have to learn. Now you have a bit of an
idea of how I felt when you were revealed to me as a slut. See you
later...whore."

I collapsed on the bed and cried. June eventually came in and took me
home. I didn't sleep well at all. Ben was out with that bitch and she was
going to take him from me for sure now. June tried her best to comfort me
but her best couldn't cover the hole in my heart that had been opened up by
my own actions.

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Spankatorium 2: The Callahan Clan's Catastrophic Computer
Clash of the Corrective Kind (spank, nc, severe, mach/bgB)
by Nialos Leaning

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 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 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.

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