Consequences of Misbehavior P1 - Judicial Punishment

by Nathan

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is written in seven chapters, and is total fiction. The chapters are being posted separately, and while each chapter depicts a corporal punishment scene, they are probably best enjoyed if read sequentially. Author feedback that is positive or negative is encouraged and very much appreciated. None of the characters are real, and the names are all made up and any semblance to real people or actual places is not intentional. It revolves around a single main character who is a typical senior in high school, shooting his way through puberty and growing up fast. The boy is 17 at the story beginning, but soon turns 18 and finds himself in trouble. Like a lot of teenagers in real life, he makes a few mistakes, and in doing so he learns a few hard lessons about the consequences of misbehavior. I hope you truly enjoy his adventures. – Nathan

CHAPTER I – JUDICIAL PUNISHMENT

My name is Mika Gentry, and when this story started I was seventeen years old. By the time it was done, I was a few weeks shy of my 20th birthday, and I had learned a series of lessons you don’t want to learn. Yeah, it all started when I was a senior in high school, and as part of the learning process I ended up with a very sore ass. I guess the story really begins with my life back then, and what I did and what I endured. When I was seventeen my life seemed perfect, and I didn’t take any crap from anyone. Not even my parents really, and certainly not any underclassmen. Saying that, my parents were from the dark ages, especially mom. She was super religious, and about as old fashion as they come. She didn’t think sex should ever happen outside of marriage, and to her even masturbation was a sin. I looked at my parents as prudes really, but they loved me and I loved them. I was their little perfect son, at least in their eyes, and they trusted me and for the most part I didn’t let them down. I made good grades, kept myself out of trouble, and up until my senior year I had never done anything sexual with a girl, unless you count a kiss on the cheek after a movie.

But things started to change for me when I was a senior. For one thing, I was one of the school jocks, and I played first string on our football team as the starting quarterback, and the truth was that I was one of the hottest guys in my class.

I worked out at the gym, and I had the body to go with it too. I had bright red hair, a freckled face, and green tinged eyes that caught your attention. My flat stomach was ripped, and my cock was nothing to be ashamed of either. I was uncut, an honest six and a half inches when it was up and eager, and it seemed that was the case more often than it was not. While my mother never suspected, the truth was I was horny all of the time, and like all guys that age, I jacked my pole sometimes two or three times a day, and even afterwards I still I could get hard with just the thought of a girl.

And, thanks to one seventeen year old Jennifer Lincoln and the school Homecoming Dance, I finally lost my virginity. Jennifer was a cheerleader and we had dated off and on a few times, and I liked her a lot, but I had always been good and I never made any sexual moves at all towards her, or any other girl for that matter. But still, I liked her, and I found her damn attractive. She had big tits and a perfect ass, and I felt the desire, and so when I finally got up the nerve and kissed her at homecoming and she had whispered in my ear she wanted me to fuck her, I wasn’t about to say no. Yeah, like most boys on earth, I didn’t need any further encouragement and if she wanted to do IT I was more than willing to become a man.

I found out that once you have mounted your first pussy in life, things take on a different perspective, and there is no feeling on earth like that! The only things she wouldn’t do was suck me off, or let me ass fuck her. She said she didn’t like the taste of jism, and she made it clear no matter what she wasn’t going down on me not ever. But she would spread her legs, wide, and her wet pussy was eager for my cock and so I gave it to her. That first time was just mind blowing, and I’ll never forget taking down her panties and seeing her shaved pussy waiting for me. Oh God it was the hottest experience I had ever had! Yeah, that first time happened in the back seat of my parent’s Buick at a place we all called The Overlook, which was just a bluff at the edge of town. Lots of guys and girls have lost their virginity there, and it’s known for being the hot place to go. I’ll never forget my first time as long as I live. She said she was on the pill, which just blew my mind, and so I fucked her bare, and I was just so surprised by the hot slick wetness of my girlfriend’s tight vagina it was life changing. Fuck she felt good! I loved her cunt muscles gripping my rod as she clawed at my back! And when I came deep inside her snatch I shot the biggest wad of my life! God! Yeah, once you have been pounding your hips and driving your manhood into a girl’s hole balls-deep, there is no going back! Yeah, after that, getting that feeling again, and again and then again became the most important thing in my life.

Yes sir, after that first fuck we did it often, sometimes after school, and just about every weekend. I loved fucking her, and I did her from behind, on top, and with her riding me. She was willing to do just about anything, except as I said she never would suck my cock or let me fuck her other hole. I wanted to, just because Lance Feller told me it was an incredible feeling, and for sure I wanted to feel what it was like. But she had drawn the line at that idea. I would have liked to get a blowjob too, but that was the other thing she wasn’t going to do. So, perhaps she wasn’t perfect, but from my perspective the truth was that she was so hot and I loved fucking her so much that I was more than happy with our relationship. And besides, she was always more than willing to put out whenever I got horny. And, at 17, I got horny a lot.

While all this was going on, it also happened that the state’s Corporal Punishment Initiative, or CPI as it was called, was voted in around that same time, but while it was big news I don’t think I or any of my friends gave it much of a thought. The new law allowed for misbehaving males older than twelve years of age but who had not yet reached their 25th birthday to be sentenced to corporal punishment at a special Corporal Administration Center (CAC) in lieu of a standardized prison sentence. It did not apply to girls. It seemed weird more than anything, but the police had backed it and it was supposed to reduce serious crime. The idea was if you can teach a young man a lesson early, you might keep him out of the jail system.

Our county’s CAC was located next to the courthouse, less than two miles from my school. But since I wasn’t the kind of guy that got into trouble I never in a hundred years thought the new law would impact me. And you had to screw up pretty bad to get sent there, so I wasn’t worried about it. Still, I was aware of the new law, and it was the new topic at school, because they had posters throughout the school that grabbed your attention, and so the threat was there. Apparently, if you were bad enough, you could end up getting a judicial spanking, all officially sanctioned and from the rumors and the propaganda posters it was supposed to be a pretty severe deal. The posters pointed out that the choice of implements could include wooden paddles, leather straps, or even thin fiberglass rods. Of course, from my perspective, I really didn’t care if the state paddled or strapped or caned a hoodlum. I was one of the good kids, as were my friends, and so I just didn’t see the new law as a threat and I didn’t give it, or the posters hanging in our school’s halls, much of a thought. In hindsight, that was a major mistake.

But as I said, at the time life was perfect for me. The week before my life turned to hell I threw three touchdown passes in a single football game, and ran the ball for another touchdown to top things off. I was the school hero after that, and after that big game I managed another score in the backseat of my Dad’s Buick. I know I should have kept that to myself, but when you are 17 and on top of the world, telling your friends about your fucking escapades goes with the deed. I was fucking Jenny and I was proud of it!

Yeah, life was perfect. Well, almost perfect. My grades were starting to take a dip, but hell, after I discovered pussy and started getting laid, school just didn’t seem as important as it had. After that first fuck Jenny’s pussy was all I could think about! My cock NEEDED her! But then, a couple of months after I had starting fucking Jenny on the weekends and exactly three days after the big win on the football field my life took a turn in the wrong direction.

It all started when this freshman kid with the name of Thomas Lincoln came up to me between classes, and shoved his finger in my chest and with a gentle shove he told me flat out to stop dating his sister. What the fuck? The kid was a little twerp, and I was a good foot taller than he was and compared to his thin little pubescent body, I was a hunk. I sure didn’t see him as a threat—and I wasn’t scared of him. As far as I was concerned, like it or not, if I wanted to go out with his sister and she wanted to go out with me, then his opinion of me and our relationship wasn’t very important.

So, for a reply I shoved him back, hard, and after pushing him up against the row of metal lockers I grabbed his shirt by the neck and told him flat out to get lost. I warned him too, that if he ever got in my way, I’d put him in the hospital. I didn’t mean it of course, not literally anyway, but I sure didn’t like him and I wasn’t going to stop seeing his sister. Or fucking her. Period. In fact, I wasn’t going to let any guy anywhere get in my way as far as Jenny went. She was mine!

But her brother didn’t back down. Yeah, even with his back to lockers and me in his face he had stood his ground, and he almost yelled at me: Not my sister! You hear me? You leave her ALONE! If you try to fuck her again your gonna wish you had never met me!

I grabbed him by the throat, and squeezed, and his eyes popped up big in his head and his face started to turn purple. He tried to pull my hands off his throat, but I held him like that and squeezed his throat hard, and kept at it for maybe as long as thirty seconds, until he was about to pass out. God his eyes bugged out in his head! I finally let him go, and I guess looking back on it as things turned out I should have handled things differently. The kid slid down to the ground so he was seated on the floor, and he sucked in the air and was gasping for breath. Well, as far as I was concerned, he deserved it, and for sure I was pissed at him, and I wasn’t about to give up fucking his sister! No way in hell I was gonna give that up for anyone! But I underestimated him, and in hindsight that was one of the lessons I ended up learning the hard way. Yeah, anger has consequences.

After I let him breathe I turned away and laughed, and one of my best friends laughed too, and then I just left him there seated on the hall floor and trying to recover, gasping for air. I started off to class without giving him any further thought. But I didn’t get fifty feet, when that freshman slammed into me, from behind, shoving me so hard that I fell forward, and tripped, and I did a face plant as I hit the tile floor of the school’s hallway. Because we were changing classes there were lots of other kids around, and I heard several of them giggle. They were watching the scene, and of course the very idea of this punk freshman tackling the school’s starting quarterback was more than a little humiliating.

I was oh-so-pissed, and I popped to my feet and went after that kid with a vengeance. Yeah, I guess that’s when I just went crazy. There really isn’t any other good excuse for what I did next, except to say I guess I just snapped. I attacked him, and started punching his face like a gym punching bag, again and again, giving him a hard right and a hard left and then an upper cut to the chin one blow right after the other. He fell backwards and his head banged into the lockers, and I hit him again and again as that little twerp stood there leaning on those lockers while everyone watched. Yeah, I hit him as hard as I could one blow right after the other. While I was doing it I heard other students yelling, but fuck, at that point I just was done with him and his threats and I was going to teach him a lesson that he’d never forget. His eyes rolled back in his head and then the pimple-faced freshman crumbled like a rag doll. But even so, when he hit the hall floor on his back I started kicking him, and he wasn’t moving or doing anything after that. But I didn’t care. I jumped down on top of him and kept pounding him with my fists and his face just took the blows. At that point I was on my knees and straddling him, and I continued to punch his face, just beating it into a pulp and all the while I was screaming that he had better NEVER touch me again.

Yeah, I lost it. I admit that much, for sure, and I had never done anything like that ever before. I guess I just wasn’t thinking, although at some point I realized he wasn’t conscious, and about the time I figured that out and stopped hitting him the teachers were pulling me off of him and it was done. I ended up getting arrested for assault, and Jenny’s brother went to the hospital. And that’s when the long nightmare started, and my perfect life went into the toilet.

The next day I turned 18 in a jail cell, which isn’t exactly the way you want to spend your birthday. I knew I had screwed up, and I apologized to everyone of course, including my mom and dad. Yeah, for a birthday present instead of having another go at Jenny’s pussy at The Overlook, I got suspended from school, and kicked off the football team, which really killed me. I knew I deserved all of it, but even so it didn’t seem fair. But things were a lot worse than that. Thomas was in a coma for two days, and I got initially charged with attempted murder and felony assault. For sure I was facing a trial, and looking at a probable felony conviction for something, and some prison time in a juvenile detention facility was a real possibility. I was scared shitless! I was just so fucked and I felt terrible! And it didn’t help that my parents were just so angry, and I knew I had let them down big time. I ended up spending three days in that jail, before my parents got the paperwork done and managed to get a bond posted. Those three days were terrifying. Several prisoners leered at me, and one of them flat out told me he was gonna mount me like his woman as soon as he got the chance. Fuck! I was scared shitless, and looking at the world through those cell bars and knowing I might end up raped was very sobering.

Luckily, that never happened. I got bailed out of jail, and Thomas came out of his coma and went home from the hospital. That was a big relief but it didn’t get me out of trouble of course. My parents bought me an attorney, and he worked a deal with the district prosecutor. I was offered the option of pleading guilty to a simple misdemeanor charge of disorderly conduct, as long as I also accepted a publically administered corporal punishment session under the new CPI statute. The way my attorney explained it to me was once I had been spanked I’d be free, and could go back to school, and as long as I behaved myself for a two-year probationary period there would be no further record of what I had done. The other choice I had was I could go to trial and fight the felony charges in court, and try to convince a jury that my actions were justified because the other boy had started it. The lawyer made it clear that he didn’t think that would be a good idea, and there really wasn’t much doubt what I had done. So, as it turned out, the plea deal was really my only option, and so that’s how I came to agree to get my ass thrashed.

Even though I didn’t have to stand trial, I still had to go to a corporal punishment hearing, where a panel of community representatives and law enforcement officials would decide how many hits my ass would receive, and if I would be allowed to wear any pants or even underwear while it was done. At my attorney’s suggestion, I dressed up in a coat and tie and got a new fresh all-American boy haircut, and went to the hearing trying to look like a very sorry teenager who knows he did wrong and is willing to pay up to his mistakes.

It was a formal affair, and even with my parents at my side I was scared shitless, and several of my friends showed up, as well as the Lincoln family. There was a woman presiding over the hearing and she was clearly in charge, and to me she looked like a witch. All she needed was a black hat and a broom to complete the picture. Her eyes burned into me, and I could tell she was set on teaching me a lesson. At the start of the hearing several of my classmates were brought forward and they testified about my school actions and their overall impression on the kind of guy I was. There were also three freshman who were in the hallway and had seen the fight and they were called to describe how I had acted.

When I was finally given the microphone I took the chance to apologize, and tried to make it sound sincere. Yeah, I begged for forgiveness and promised I’d be good for the rest of my life. It wasn’t much, but I hoped it would save me from the worst of it.

When I finished my lawyer gave me a nod of approval, but as it turned out it didn’t do any good. After I spoke Thomas Lincoln was called to testify, and that fourteen year old kid was the star witness against me. He walked to the microphone with his swollen face, which still sported two black eyes, and described how I had attacked him mercilessly. He explained I had been doin his sister and he had just wanted to protect Jenny and from the nods from those on the panel I knew I was screwed. At the very end, his eyes were all teared up, and then his pubescent voice got very quiet, and then it cracked in a series of squeals while he was talking, making him sound like a little kid instead of a high school teenager. Yeah, he looked so small and so innocent as he looked at me with those big black sorrowful eyes. With a quivering voice that was perfectly played he ended his little speech by asking the court to please give me the maximum punishment possible. And that’s exactly what they did.

The witch sentenced me to thirty strokes on a bare bottom, to be administered in three groups of ten to take place in two punishment sessions. Ten were to be given with a paddle, followed by ten more to be given with a leather punishment strap. After my ass was strapped, I was to be granted 7 days to recover, but then I would have to report for a final ten strokes to be given with a bundle of birch rods. They were going to birch me! And on top of it all, my punishment was to be followed by two years of standardized probation control and Thomas Lincoln, as the primary victim, or PV, was given administrative authority over my probation period. I didn’t really understand the probation part, or how Thomas came into the picture, but I did fully understand the seriousness of the spanking I had coming. Yeah, I knew for sure that the thirty swats I was going to get on my naked and very exposed ass was gonna hurt like hell. And the entire thing was set to begin the first Saturday after the hearing, to be administered in the CAC center less than two miles from my high school. For sure everyone was going to go. I was so fucked!

Like I said, since the CPI laws were new, I didn’t fully understand all of the parts of what was going to happen, especially about the probation period, but I figured behaving myself in the future wasn’t going to be an issue. I felt sick after the hearing, and I was released into my parents’ custody until I was to appear for my first punishment session. A CP officer fitted me with an ankle bracelet, which was a very thick metal ring with a GPS tracker inside of it, and that sort of killed any idea of running away. I didn’t see any way to remove the bracelet, and even if I could I knew they would go after me and I figured that wouldn’t help anything. Still, it was just really hard to grasp the reality that I was going to have my bottom exposed, and then it was going to be blistered in front of anyone that wanted to watch. I just could hardly believe it! But that’s just what was going to happen, and the law was real enough. And of course, with things being so new, I was going to be the punishment poster child, setting an example for kids everywhere that if you don’t behave yourself then you will wish you had. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

When I got home I cried, and I had less than a week before I was due to get beaten and I just didn’t see how I was going to survive. My dad gave me a hug, and told me that we would get through this but his words of encouragement were only partially helpful and I could tell he was very disappointed in me. My mom was also very angry that I had become sexually active with a girlfriend, and she made it crystal clear that she felt Thomas was justified in trying to protect his sister. She didn’t make me feel any better, that’s for sure, and, needless to say, I was scared shitless about what was going to happen, and of course I had good reason to be.

Even though I was waiting for my CP session, after the hearing I had to go back to school, wearing the ankle bracelet of course. While the suspension was lifted after the hearing, I was still barred from any extra curricular activities and all sports clubs, so football was out. By the time I was off probation, I’d be long done with high school, so the reality that I’d never play for my school again hit me hard. I was totally embarrassed. And I didn’t want to go back of course, but that was another thing I didn’t have much say in.

Going back to school was really humiliating, and to have gone from being the star quarterback of your school to being kicked off the team was certainly a part of it. Our school lost the next football game, and lots of the guys blamed me for getting myself in trouble. For sure I was no longer the number one jock, and instead, I was just the dumb fuck who was waiting for a bare-bottom spanking, and of course every kid in my school knew it too. I got kidded everywhere I went, and to add insult to the rest of it Jennifer wouldn’t even say hi to me, although she did let me know through a mutual classmate that she hoped they burned the skin right off of my bottom. Fuck! A lot of my jock friends were just shaking their heads and laughing, and of course everyone I ran into said they could hardly wait to watch my ass getting thrashed. It was almost like the entire school was going to come watch!

My dad took me to the CPI center at 8am, which was my designated report time and it was exactly three hours before my scheduled punishment session. Once he took me to the door they buzzed me through a security lock, and checked my ID. My dad wasn’t allowed inside. I was taken to a locker room and told to strip, and put everything I owned, including my wallet and any jewelry items, in a zipper bag which I turned into one of the correctional officers at a window they had in the wall. I felt like I was back in jail! And to make the point that I was, in a way, they handcuffed me then with my hands in front of me, and put two leather ankle cuffs around each foot as well, each of which had a metal ring attached to it. There was a little chain that went between my two ankles, and it was obvious that running wasn’t even a possibility after that. Clearly, they wanted me to know that changing my mind wasn’t one of my options, and so I could only shuffle my feet instead of walking normally.

Once that was done I was escorted totally naked to a large shower room and my arms were attached to a clip hanging from the ceiling, and they used it to raise them above my head so I was stretched out and upward. They separated the link of chain between my ankles with a removable link, and then used the chains to pull my legs apart, so I was stretched spread eagled and totally exposed. They hooked the chains to two clips in the floor, and in that position I was pretty much helpless. Then the two guys turned on the shower, and started to scrub me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. They used a stiff brush and lots of soap and suds to get me really clean. They scrubbed every inch of me, including my armpits and my balls and my cock and especially my ass. They soaped up my cock and worked the suds up and down the shaft until I was rock hard and jutting, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. They also took a rubber hose that was attached to the side of the shower nozzle, and used it to push warm soapy water up my rectum, and when I started to protest one of the officers said: Calm down boy! We are doing you a favor. The last thing you are gonna want to do for the next few days is sit on a toilet and take a shit, so you need to get it all out now while you can. Just be thankful because once they trash your ass, sitting on the toilet isn’t going to be a pleasant experience for quite some time.

God! My heart started pounding then. After they had flushed out my hole three times, they dried me off, and then they took an electric razor and with just a few strokes they ran it through my pubic hair and took it without comment. After they used that electric shear, my pubes were really short, maybe an eight of an inch in length. I was screaming at them they couldn’t do that, but they clearly could, and did, and they just giggled as they stole my sex hair and my boner bobbed up and down as they did it. By the time they were done my cock was jutting up at a 45 degree angle, as stiff as it had ever been in my life. Fuck I was beat red in the face, and the idea they would shave my sex hair just never had entered my mind. But there was nothing I could do about it! Then, after they had shaved off most of the bush, they took these flat sheets that sort of looked like wax paper about four inches wide and maybe eight inches long. They were very sticky on one side, like super sticky fly paper, and then without any explanation they pushed one of them down and into was left of my pubic hair. I had no idea what they were doing, but then one of them held me from behind, and with my arms still stretched high over my head and my legs spread and held apart one of the officials just grabbed the edge of the sheet and with a fast and powerful jerk he literally ripped my sheared pubic hair right out of my skin. It was all stuck in the glue of the sheet and it had come out of me by the roots. I screamed of course, and my eyes opened wide and I jerked to get free with every muscle in my body! Why couldn’t they have just shaved it smooth? But no, they liked the waxed sheets, and they used several until I was smooth. Really smooth! They literally robbed me of my pubic hair!

One of them said: Get used to it boy. You won’t be growing it back while you’re on probation.

What the fuck? It was painful and embarrassing, and I yelled and protested, but it didn’t make any difference. I think it took them about ten minutes, or perhaps it was longer, to steal every single strand of my sex hair, but when they finished pulling it all out by the roots I was as smooth a baby’s bottom. They did every bit of skin above my cock, as well as all of the hair on my balls, and they also used the glue sheets to remove the hair that lightly dusted my ass and they even stole the ring of hair I had growing around my hole. I was so fucking smooth when they finished I couldn’t believe it! I was like a kid instead of an eighteen year old! FUCK!

They put a plastic end on the electric shears then, and ran it through my head, giving me a short crew cut. I already sported the clean cut all American look, but after they were done I had a crew cut. I was totally ashamed. I got a look at myself in the mirror, and as far as I was concerned the new haircut made me look like a prisoner or like I was going into the military or something. Of course, I guess that was the intention.

When they were done another man came into the shower room with a small toolkit that was filled with metal rings and half-rings, and he opened it up and took some measurements of my balls and cock. Then, after some deliberation, he picked out two metal half rings, and pushed them up behind my balls and snapped them together, so that I had a hard metal ring tight against my body that went up over my cock and behind and underneath my balls. It clicked into place as the two haves came together, and once it was in place it was instantly obvious it wasn’t possible to remove it. The two haves were now a solid single metal band, and it was tight, and I could feel it gripping my nuts, lifting them upward and squeezing them. The ring was thick, it’s diameter about the size of my small finger, and it had a single large hole directly at the top of it that had been drilled through it. My cock jutted upward even harder with the ring there, and I was instantly aware of it and it was not a good feeling.

They lowered my arms then, and re-attached the chain together between my ankles, and then I was dressed in a single pair of yellow jockey shorts made out of some very think and semi-transparent material, which were about two sizes two small as far as I could tell. They just crammed my erection into them, so it was up and slightly off to one side, and it was very obvious that I had a boner. At that point, wearing nothing both those skimpy shorts, they escorted me down a hall, and into a small room where an officer, in this twenty’s, was sitting at a desk. He looked up and said: The doc will examine you now. Stand still and do not move.

There was another man in the room, and he looked very young to me, not all that much older than me. He was wearing a white medical labcoat, so I presumed him to be the doctor, but he looked way too young to be a real doctor and yet I didn’t dare question them. The doctor, if he was that, came up to me and listened to my heart, and thumped around on my chest a couple of times. Then he said: He’s good to go. No limits—you can turn his ass into hamburger if you want. Then, he patted me on my underwear-clad ass, and cupped my right cheek in his hand. I stared at him. I was looking him right in the eyes. Yeah, he was damn young for a doc, with bright blue eyes and blond hair, and his face was so smooth it didn’t look like he needed to shave. I wondered why he was working here of all places, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. I didn’t like him. The way he was looking at me and touching me felt electric, and I didn’t like the creepy feeling of his hand on my ass. I think he could tell it bothered me. He gave it a squeeze, and then he walked out grinning.

The man behind the desk said: OK...listen and listen well. You almost killed a kid, and you deserve what’s about to happen. Today you are going to get a spanking you will never forget. Now, this can go easy, or it can go hard. I suggest you do exactly as you’re instructed, and if you make this difficult I am authorized to order additional punishment. If you make this hard for me, I’ll personally make certain they turn your ass into hamburger. You understand me?

I nodded, and my voice cracked as I said Yes...yes sir!

Good he said. Then he continued, When I order you, you will bend over the spanking bench, and then your underwear will be removed, and you will be expected to insert your cock into the receptacle that is there for that purpose. Guide it with your hands. You will have to push your dick downward slightly, because of the way it is mounted in the spanking bench, but once you lay down over the bench you will find it is not uncomfortable.

You can’t miss seeing where your dick goes. The spot is bright pink and it’s molded out of soft silicon. The hole is about the diameter of a pencil, so it will look way too small for your dick, but it will expand and you will fit easily. It’s just a pink plastic hole, although some say it reminds them of a girl’s pussy. I’ve heard it’s very soft, and your cock will like it well enough. Just make sure your cock goes in that hole. If you still have your boner that should be easy, but hard or soft—I don’t care, just make damn sure you get your rod all the way in that rubber sleeve and push it in until you are ball’s deep in the thing. You will know you are in far enough when you feel an engagement hook capture the ring around your nuts, and after that you won’t be able to pull out until after your punishment is finished. So make certain you push into that hole until you feel and hear the click when the spring catch grabs that ring that’s behind your scrotum. Once you’ve done that, we will strap you in place. The hole is to protect your rod during your spanking—and it also keeps you from putting on a porn show in front of the witnesses. The sleeve will keep your dick covered up, so nobody will be able to see your cock, and it won’t even matter if you are boned or not. You won’t be wearing any clothes, but with your cock in the sleeve, nobody’s gonna see your junk.

As he was telling me this my cock was still rock hard in my underpants, and I had no idea why. The metal ring behind my nuts was keeping my balls tight, and the way it was tight it caused a stimulation that my cock was responding to. It was not something I could control really, but I sure didn’t want the boner.

The official then said: You will receive your corporal punishment one stroke at a time, each with the mandated punishment implement given every thirty seconds. There will be a five-minute pause after each set of 10. The entire thing will be over in less than thirty minutes. The punishment officials are trained professionals, and they have no idea what you have done to deserve this, and they don’t care. They will burn your ass, and do it well and it won’t matter if you cry or beg. They won’t stop until you have had been paddled and strapped, and they won’t hit you softer or harder because of what you say to them. They are totally professional, and they will teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget. A week from today, you will come back here and your bare ass will get a birching. I think you’ll find that ordeal will make today seem like a picnic. But at least you deserve what you are getting, and besides, you are setting an example for the other boys who will be watching. Any questions?

My mind was racing. Cock? Engagement hook? Rubber pussy? I had a million questions, but all I could think of was: Why....why did they steal my pubes? I asked.

He laughed. Then he answered: Well, the ring around your balls needs to be up tight against your skin to work properly, and we keep everything very clean and sanitary here so you don’t get any infection. Sex hair gets in the way, and if losing it adds to your punishment and increases the deterrent factor for those watching, then that’s all for the better. Don’t worry. You can grow it back once you are off probation.

Fuck! That was two years away for me! I started to ask another question, but he was clearly finished talking, and then a loud buzzer sounded, and the door came open and two officials I hadn’t seen before came into the room. They each grabbed one of my arms, and escorted me to a holding cell, with my hands still cuffed together in front of me. The cell was hot. Hotter than normal—they had turned the heat on! And so I waited there, sweating like I was in a sauna. Soon, my armpits were glistening and I felt oh-so-scared, and looking down at my crotch and seeing my cock stuffed sideways in the state-issued yellow colored little-boy pants made me want to cry. The fear really hit me then and my heart pounded. Even so, my cock stayed stiff, I think more from the tightness of the underpants and the ring around my balls than from anything I was feeling.

I don’t know how long I waited there, but suddenly doors were being buzzed open, and then they up and grabbed me and we were walking at a very fast pace. My feet were still chained together, so they half-dragged me by my arms, and it felt like I was being rushed right down the halls. Doors opened one after the other, and then there was a final door and as they pulled me through it I saw it opened into a huge room, much like a theater, and it was FILLED with hundreds of people, all there to watch me get what I deserved. The room was not unlike our school’s auditorium, only bigger, and it was brightly lit with a huge black stage at the front of it. When those in the audience saw me, in those tight bright yellow semi-transparent pants and my prisoner hair cut, the room seemed to erupt in laughter, and there was some light applause as they watched me being dragged up to the center of the stage, where the spanking bench was waiting for me. I wanted to die!

There was a bright spotlight on the wooden spanking bench, and except for it there was nothing else on the stage. Behind it was a red curtain, and the floor was totally black and shined like a mirror. Clearly, I was going to be the central attraction! I looked around, scanning the faces, and right away I noticed the Lincoln family in the front row, only about ten feet from the spanking bench. My mom and dad were there too, sitting about half way up the seats, and my mom was staring straight ahead and looking totally embarrassed. Why had she come?

There were lots of other faces I knew, and lots that I did not know as well. Everyone was staring at me. Off on the right side was most of my football team, all there to watch their first string quarterback get his ass burned off. Fuck! Why did THEY have to come? I turned away from them, and looked at the wooden bench that was in front of me, the bright round pink hole sitting right in the center, waiting for my cock! The flat surface of it was about five inches across and bright pink, and in the very center was a small hole, just as it had been described to me. As I was staring at it, the man to my right said: Bend over the spanking bench. Now!

I didn’t argue. I leaned forward, and used my cuffed hands to hold onto it as I draped my body over the top of it. As I did that I felt the two CP officials each grab one side of my underpants, and with a single jerk they ripped them right off of me! I think they must have been designed to tear away, and it caught me totally by surprise. One minute I was wearing them, and the next second I was not. I was totally naked at that point! As they came free, the man to my right said: OK...now, get your cock in the hole. And be quick about it. It goes all the way in, until the ring clicks.

My semi-stiff dick went totally rigid, almost like it knew it was supposed to. Fuck! I have no idea why, but when the underwear came free my cock slapped up against my belly beneath me. I was mortified, and although I was facing away from the audience I was totally humiliated by my stiffy. I didn’t hesitate putting it in the hole, that was for sure! I would have done anything to hide my boner! I had to grab my dick with my cuffed hands, and then pushing it downward I quickly guided my rod into what at that point was for all practical purposes a plastic vagina. I pushed into it, letting my body drape over the spanking bench as quickly as I could. Since I was facing away from the audience that was watching me, they couldn’t see exactly what I was doing, although my very white and very smooth bare bottom was on full display for everyone to see.

The hole was tiny, but as my cock hit the entrance and I pushed it in anyway, and that little hole stretched just enough to accommodate the thickness of my teenage rod. Surprisingly, it was very warm, not all that unlike Jenny’s pussy had been! I think that stunned me, and another strange thing that I had not expected was that it was also very WET and SLIPPERY. They had lubed it up! I gasped. Oh GOD!

All the way in! one of the officials standing next to me said, and so I pushed my cock in deeper then, and the small diameter hole gripped my cock and I could feel every inch of that plastic tube. As I went in deep, that fake pussy was feeling very TIGHT, and it also felt better than I ever could have suspected.

Deeper I said! All the way in until it clicks! he said, his voice a little more tense now.

I drove my hips forward then, making a thrust motion as if I was trying to fuck the thing, and finally, once I did that there was this loud CLICK sound, and I could feel something grab the ring that was under my nuts and when that happened I couldn’t pull out. I was locked by my balls to the spanking bench!

There was a spattering of laughter behind me, and my faced flushed crimson.

The two CP officials next buckled my ankles to the base of the spanking bench, so that my feet were almost side by side. Once they had my legs secured, they undid the handcuffs and removed them. Each of the corporal punishment officials was holding one of my wrists, so I wasn’t free to move them. My right arm was quickly buckled into a leather cuff that was on the side of the bench on the right side, and my left wrist was secured on the other side of the bench. I could feel them pull a leather strap over my back, just where my kidneys would be, and that too was buckled tightly in place. I could barely wiggle my ass, and yet as I struggled I could feel my cock inside that rubber tube and it was rock hard at that point. The rubber pussy was gripping my cock, and it felt tighter even than Jenny’s pussy had felt. God! Nobody could tell, but I knew I was hard and it was very humiliating, and I could feel my cock sliding around inside of it with every struggle I made and soon my balls were churning!

The last thing they did was to place this heavy wooden board down on top of my neck. There was a half cutout, and once it was in place it was like a stock, where my head was in a hole and locked in place on each side with two metal locking pins. Since my hands were strapped down, reaching the pins wasn’t possible. I could not turn my head once it was in place, or see anything behind me either, and so I had no idea what was happening after that. I could hear noises though, and the crowd seemed excited, and a few minutes later I heard a thunderous applause, and I figured that the guys that were going to paddle me had arrived onto the stage. I couldn’t see who they were, and that clearly was intentional. They seemed to be playing to the crowd.

There was a spattering of catcalls from those watching, and clearly there was not a lot of mercy for me.

Yeah...give it to him!

Let’s get it going! His ass it ready for it!

Spank his ass!

The two officials finished strapping me down and all told I think it took less than two minutes to get me into position, and I was totally vulnerable, bent over that punishment bench and facing the red curtain in front of me, my naked ass facing the audience and brightly lit by the spotlight. I knew my shaved balls were hanging down, visible to everyone and swinging beneath me, and without doubt I just knew that everyone was staring at them. Then a loudspeaker came to life and somebody was explaining the benefits of the Corporal Punishment Initiative. It seemed to drone on and on, about how it would keep our youth out of prison, but teach them to improve their behavior. After a while it turned to me, and specifically about my assault charges, and then after that my sentence was read out next, and then the speaker said: THE MISBEHAVING YOUTH, MIKA GENTRY, WILL NOW RECEIVE TEN SWATS WITH THE PADDLE ON HIS BARE BOTTOM.

The room seemed to grow totally quite. I waited. Time seemed to stand still. I tried to clinch the muscles in my ass, in anticipation, and as I did I felt my cock and the rubber pussy gripping it, and for a very brief second my thoughts went to my dick. But then, a split second later, I wasn’t aware of my dick any more.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

I couldn’t believe it! Without any warning, I heard this sudden swish, followed by this tremendous crack, like a rifle shot, and that sound was followed by this very intense explosive burn that just radiated clear across my entire bottom like a nuclear fire. I gasped.....the air gone from my lungs, and I jerked my body and tried to lift up my ass. FUCK IT WAS ON FIRE!

I sucked in air, in and out, but the fire increased in intensity. My ass was cooking! Somebody laughed. I tried to jerk my head...but it was held tight. I stared at the black shiny floor and the red curtain in front of me. The fire in my bottom grew hotter. I never heard the next swish, but suddenly my ass just exploded in pain all over again, and after that there was nothing in my world but my ass and that paddle.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

The second swat was delivered with the same intensity, and I grunted, my eyes wide then, and teared up too, and then I just lost it and started to jerk against every strap that was holding me. As I fought and jerked against the restraints my cock was also moving inside that fake pussy. Now, it didn’t move all that much but I could feel it nevertheless and I was definitely aware of my boner. But the burn was all I thought about, and it occurred to me that three was no way, NO WAY, that I could ever survive 10 of these. Much less the strap that was going to follow! NO!

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

ANOTHER HIT! Arguhhhhh! I yelled, and as I did there was a spattering of laughter in the audience. Clearly, the paddle was getting to me, and after only three hits too! My voice was amplified—there was a microphone on the bench to pick up any sounds I made! Yeah...it was obvious they hoped that I’d cry like a baby, to show what happens to bad boys who misbehave! Well....I was determined not to give them that satisfaction, and I bit my lip, determined to stay quiet no matter what, and no matter how fucking much my ass hurt! I was a jock, and I just swore to myself I’d keep quiet. But I was totally helpless, just filled with the feeling of fire radiating completely across both cheeks of my recently shaved bottom. I was aware of my balls swinging from the hits, and could feel the air on my exposed hole. I was also well aware of my cock in that plastic protective sleeve, now rock hard and eager as if it was enjoying every hit with the paddle.

I was told later by one of my friends that after that second hit with the paddle my ass cheeks started quivering, and it looked like I was trying to hump the rubber pussy that my cock was buried in. He said my ass was trying to go up and down, my thigh muscles jerking and pushing and pulling as I struggled to try and get free. I have no recollection of doing that, but he said it looked quite sexual as I jerked and fought the restraints with obvious desperation. What I do remember is the giggling and occasional outright laughter from those that were watching.

What I also remember and can never forget was the burn that spread over both cheeks of my bottom. The blows seemed to come in a torrent, right on schedule and one every thirty seconds, again and again without any mercy. Soon, my plan to keep silent became impossible. Yeah, by the time I was getting the fourth and fifth swats all pretext to keep my cool vanished. I started to beg, and as I begged a lot more people laughed. Somebody started to applaud, and the applause grew. Soon it seemed that most everyone was enjoying watching me in my misery. The swats just kept coming, and pretty soon my begging turned to just a babble, the ability to make coherent speech just taken away by the pain and the misery of what my bottom had become. There was a lot more laughter and applause now, and I jerked and struggled and sweated—trying desperately to escape from the spanking bench and to keep my bare bottom away from the paddle. It was hopeless! Yeah, it was crystal clear to me I was secured well, and there was nothing I could do but just try and live through the experience of having the skin burned right off my ass. And yet, even so, I fought and jerked with every muscle to try and lift my ass off of that punishment bench I was secured to.

I don’t know exactly when the tenth stroke of the paddle was delivered, but the loudspeaker finally announced: A FIVE MINUTE REST PERIOD WILL COMMENCE and I knew then that my date with the board of education as it was called was over. As soon as those words were said, one of the CPI officials spun the bench I was strapped to around, so that my face was facing the crowd, and everyone could see the tears streaming from my eyes. I also had snot dripping out of my nose at that point, and I was pretty sure the redness in my face had to be matching the redness of my ass. I was a well-spanked teenager at that point, and it should have been obvious to everyone that I was truly sorry for what I had done. As the pause continued I slowly became aware of my cock again, and how hard it was, and in that position, buried to the hilt in that fake pussy, I was just humiliated beyond measure. I knew nobody could tell I was hard, but even so, I knew it, and there I was, facing my schoolmates and neighbors naked, except for the pink rubber tube covering my penis. The tears just flowed, and I was beyond miserable.

Thomas Lincoln was right in front of me, his still black eyes watching it all with a big smile plastered across his face. He was clearly happy! He winked at me, and my eyes went wide open as I stared back at him and that’s when the tears just starting flowing in a river of misery.

FIVE MINUTE REST PERIOD HAS ENDED. THE MISBEHAVING YOUTH WILL NOW RECEIVE TEN SWATS WITH THE CPI PUNISHMENT STRAP ON HIS BARE BOTTOM.

What the fuck? It couldn’t be five minutes already! I tried to shake my head....tried to beg, but my voice just cracked like a pubescent kid’s. No! They were going to spank me again!

This time I was left facing the crowed, so they could see my expression as I took the blows from the strap. I panicked, and struggled, and started to beg like a crazed lunatic, but my begging was cut off by the crack of the strap as it seared its way across both cheeks with a new and surprising vengeance.

SSSSSCRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

YEOW! I yelled, and my voice reverberated throughout the hall.

FUCK that strap hurt! It seemed to burn 100 times more than the paddle, and it wrapped it’s way around my ass in a manner that the paddle had not. There was no mercy from the officials strapping me, none at all, and every single hit made my balls swing and burned into my bottom like a red hot skillet. I couldn’t see my ass turning crimson, but I knew that it was, and the burn was just way beyond anything my mind could grasp.

The strapping continued one blow after the other, and my bottom screamed at my brain the entire time it was happening. I jerked and struggled and fought and begged, but in the end the truth was that the only thing I really did was just stay there strapped to that bench and take those blows on the bare unprotected skin off my oh-so-sorry bottom. I was helpless to the strapping, at the mercy of the men teaching me the lesson, and while my friends and parents and neighbors all watched, I cried and begged and hollered.

About half way through it I became aware of a loud voice bawling like a crying six year old, apparently coming from the audience in front of me, and I had the brief thought somebody needed to just get that kid to shut up, but then as the strapping continued and the wailing got louder I suddenly realized that the crying voice was me! The microphone was picking up my crying and amplifying it, and with the crying came the tears, which were streaming down my face. By then my naked bottom and the searing pain were now one and the same.

Oh GOD how I jerked and fought and struggled!!! My cock was really moving inside that slippery tube now with every desperate jerk of my body. I was aware of my balls, and they were churning, and the feeling of sexual ecstasy built inside of them in spite of the burning from my bottom.

Still they strapped my ass.

Then, in a total surprise the CPI official strapping me brought the leather right down over my hole, and while it might not have been on purpose regardless when he did my cock just exploded inside that rubber pussy, and I had one of the biggest and most violent orgasms of my life in front of almost three hundred people. I suppose it was the combination of the nearly continuous stimulation I had been receiving coupled with that leather strap hitting across my hole that had just finally driven me over the point of no return. What I remember for certain was that I cried out, and with my eyes wide open and as big as saucers, I shot my load. As I did people started roaring with laughter. I tried to stare straight ahead and pretend nothing was happening, and I sure didn’t want ANYONE to know that I was ejaculating. But I came with an intensity I had never experienced, and I grunted as I did and my entire body shuddered. My dick was hidden from view inside that rubber pussy sleeve of course, but even so I could tell from the way they were laughing and pointing and staring that they somehow KNEW anyway what I was doing. I couldn’t help it—I was shooting my wad in front of everyone while my ass was being strapped!

I tried to be stoic, and not gasp, but still they knew! SOMEHOW THEY KNEW! And it was then, as the last of the blows across my ass were happening, that I noticed the lines of white cream that had been shooting out of the rubber sleeve which contained my cock. It was hollow, with a hole in the bottom! My entire load had been shooting out the end of it as I ejaculated and everyone had been watching me doing it! Yeah, I had spurted my load of teenage spunk across the black stage floor and you couldn’t miss seeing it even if you tried. All told, I shot six lines of white sperm, one line right next to the other, and seeing that and hearing the laughter rising in the crowd was just all too much. And, as the last blows from the leather strap finished searing their way across my rear, my face flushed crimson with embarrassment as I finished emptying my balls.

And then it was over.

I looked up into the crowd, and noticed my mom had feinted. I guess seeing her teenage son shooting his wad had just been way too much for her. Dad was trying to revive her, and his look of concern was in total contrast to those people around them who were laughing hysterically.

FIRST PUNISHMENT SESSION COMPLETED. THE MISBEHAVING YOUTH WILL NOW BE FITTED WITH A STANDARDIZED PROBATION CONTROL DEVICE, WHICH HE WILL WEAR FROM THIS MINUTE FORWARD AND FOR THE DURATION OF HIS PROBATIONAL PERIOD. THE YOUTH WHO WAS PUNISHED TODAY WILL RECEIVE THE REMAINDER OF HIS PRIMARY SENTENCE NEXT SATURDAY AT THE SAME TIME. THIS CONCLUDES TODAY’S PROGRAM, AND THE CORPORAL PUNISHMENT INSTITUTE THANKS YOU FOR COMING. HOPEFULLY EVERYONE IS REMINDED THAT THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES FOR MISBEHAVIOR.

I was unstrapped then, and the clamp holding the ring around my nuts was released, so that I could be lifted off of the spanking bench. They brought me around in front of the bench, and then lifted me up so that I was sitting on top of it, and still facing everyone in the audience. Many were already leaving, shaking their heads and still laughing at me, the hot jock teenager now reduced to a red faced and well-spanked boy. I noticed my mom was awake, and my parents were walking out and a couple of the officials were holding onto her. Neither mom or dad looked my way, and I think they were too humiliated at what their son had done.

But others were staring, and their eyes burned into me. Even so, I was so weak I couldn’t move and at that point I was just feeling numb and I tried not to think about them. Yeah, a lot of the students and friends of mine stayed, watching the post punishment activities, and for those in the audience that weren’t leaving they could see my shaved cock now, and it was slick with my spunk and wilting fast. I started to try to cover myself, but my hands were pulled behind my back and cuffed, and then one of the CPI officials used a wet rag to clean the sperm off of my cock, and then another official liberally poured some kind of oily substance over my penis, and then used his hand to work it into the skin. He slid his slickened fist up and down my shaft a couple of times, and afterwards my dick seemed to shine in the light. He did the same thing to my balls, and oiled up my shaved scrotum. In spite of the stimulation, my cock continued to get smaller, and although it was super slippery and very well lubed, it wasn’t hard. I guess it was just totally spent and for sure sexually I was completely satisfied. I guess I was pretty much in shock, and with my hands cuffed I couldn’t really fight what was happening anyway. The good thing was that my entire ass was numb at that point, and the post punishment pain from my spanking hadn’t really taken hold yet. That would happen in the hours to follow.

About the only thing I could really do was watch the men that were working on me. Of course, my school friends were watching too. One of the CPI officials pushed a heavy metal pin through the big hole at the top of the metal cock ring I was wearing that was still tight around my sack, and then with that in place he pushed this short shiny curved metal tube right over my soft cock. The tube was attached to a cage of sorts, with the bars about an eighth of an inch apart. He pushed the tube and cage downward towards my body, and my wilted cock slid inside the tube and disappeared from view, and with it so well lubed my penis slid into it fairly easily. The end of the rube had a ring that matched up against the ring that went around and under my balls, and the cage part of it covered my scrotum. The entire tube was only about three inches in length, and even shrunken, my spent cock barely fit. In fact, the tube was so short that the head of my dick rested right up against the end of the tube, where there was a small hole about an eighth of an inch in diameter. Once I was inside of it, the two rings were mated together, and the thick heavy pin at the top went through the two sets of rings. When the CPI official got it all lined up, he put a bright red titanium padlock through the locking pin, and with a snap I was caged. My cock was crammed inside the short metal tube at that point, which was locked to the ring of metal behind my nuts, and a red state security padlock made sure it would stay there. My balls were inside the metal cage underneath of the tube, and my entire package was now locked into a chastity device!

What....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? OH GOD...NO! TAKE IT OFF MAN... PLEASE... TAKE IT OFF! I begged.

One of the men said: You will be provided with a post punishment packet that will explain your Probation Control Device, or, more commonly, what is known as a PCD. You will be wearing it for your entire two year probation period, but depending on your behavior and the desires of your PV, you may get a reprieve from it on some occasions. You’ll have to work that out with him.

OH GOD!

My heart started pounding. I don’t think my mind could grasp what he was saying, and certainly I was confused. Hadn’t I been punished enough?

WAIT....WAIT. REPRIEVE? WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS MY PV? I asked.

The CP official laughed, and then he said: PV stands for Primary Victim. The primary victim always is given total administrative control over the probation period for any misbehaving youth, and he alone decides if you get to remove the device, and if so, then for how long. It’s up to you if you want to see him, but most guys on probation do, and in fact, I’m guessing you and your PV will get to know each other pretty well in the next couple of years. Of course, for you, your PV is Thomas Lincoln. He and he alone holds the key to your cock, and you won’t be shooting any more wads unless he allows it.

FUCK! NO!

The realization hit home like a sledgehammer. My life was worse than shit now! The sad truth was that my first corporal punishment session was over, and my ass was bright red, and burning, but I was nowhere near the end of my ordeal. Why had I hit that kid? FUCK! And now my cock was locked up nice and tight in a tiny metal tube with two years of probation defining it’s future. Oh I was fucked!

Thomas Lincoln waved at me, and then he grinned, and I knew right then he owned me, and he knew it too. Another thing I was figuring out was that this was far from over. How would I ever make it through probation? HOW? I reflected on how fast things had changed. Less than two weeks ago I had been the school’s top jock, and Thomas Lincoln had been a nobody. Yeah, he was a freshman for God’s sake! He was barely into puberty, but now he was famous and popular, and I was just a bully that had beat the crap out of him and fucked his sister. He was just a kid! But now he had more pubic hair than I did, and my cock was in a cage and his was not. And as it looked now, it would be a long time before I got to mount another girl. Yeah, he could jack himself off anytime he wanted, and the chances were very good that he’d be fucking some girl on a regular basis long before my cock would see the light of day again. Yeah, it wasn’t fair! Why had I hit him? WHY? Because of my stupidity, that freshman owned me now, and I was due to have my bare bottom trashed all over again in just seven days. How the hell was I going to survive that?