Please refer to previous FUTURESPANK stories for details.
A new company, Suma Electronics, had decided to get into the spanking machine business. Suma was a large company, whose headquarters were in Tokyo. They made home computers and large screen TVs. Always on the cutting edge of technology, they were quick to recognize the potential for spanking machines. They knew, however, that they would need an "edge" over the competition. Oh sure, you could write all of the advertising you wanted, but it would come down to quality, and price when it came to sales. They had the quality, no question about that. The area they were high in was price. They had always made a top quality product, and charged accordingly. Their research, however, showed that most Americans were more interested in price. So, they needed a gimick, something that would make their machine stand out.
The engineering department worked long and hard, devising a mini version of t he government spanking machines. The problem was its price. They removed several of the expensive components, but were still unable to compete. They needed a gimick. Approximately two weeks later, a young technician was talking about a weekend exploit, and was overheard by his supervisor. Rather than yell at the man, he carefully listened, and then went back to his drawing board. Soon, he had his ideas down, and asked for a meeting with the entire staff, due to a wonderful idea he had.
He was invited to the executive conference room, and, after the required bowing, smiled and explained that he believed he had an idea that would set their machine apart. The familiar machine was wheeled into the room. The executives could see that another type of seat was fastened to the side of the machine. It had a peculiar looking plastic item sticking up into the air, and fastened to the seat itself. It was explained that this simple item would be the one thing that would set their equipment head and shoulders above any other. As a demonstration, a young boy was escorted into the room. His dark hair and gleaming eyes expressed just how cute he was. The lady with him said something to him, and he unfastened and pulled off the tight little shorts he had on. He then pulled his underpants (which had the American cartoon character Woody Woodpecker on them) down and off. The entire executive office stared at the boy, causing his face to redden, and his little penis to stand up. The woman whispered something else to him, and the boy bowed deeply and walked to the machine. He turned his back on the executives, showing his delightfully plump little butt. He stepped over the seat, facing away, and reached back with both hands, exposing his little red anus. Then, he sat down on the plastic piece which they later found was called a "prong". It clearly hurt the boy, but he ccontinued to sit until the prong disappeared into his rectum.
There was a collective gasp in the room. A gasp because they were amazed that the boy could do that so well (most had involuntarily squeezed their own holes tight), and that such a simple thing was so wonderful! Quickly, they gathered around the boy, having him bend forward, and finally watching closely as he stood up, and the prong came away, a fetid smell lingering behind. The inventor was asked how he was able to come up with such a demonstrator, and he explained that the boy was his 9 year old son Yoshmi, and that he had been made to sit on the prong several times. Yoshmi also had been a recepient of a well deserved session with the machine. A DVD of the spanking was available, and all eagerly awaited its showing.
The lights dimmed, and a very large screen came down from the ceiling. Soon, Yoshmi was seen standing in front of the not yet named machine. He removed his shorts and underwear, and stood, dressed exactly the same as he is now. The boy watched the screen, and his acting debut with interest. He did not seem to be embarassed in the least. Like most machines, he stood on the foot prints, and, (unlike the cheaper machines) a laser measured his buttocks, its red line was seen clearly moving up and down. Gentle cuffs then fastened to the boy's ankles, and a padded arm slowly pushed him forward, over a leather bench, until he was flat, the arm maintaining pressure. At this point, a plastic shield dropped down. It had a circular hole in it, and was made to slide into a cleft in the bench, thus it could be adjusted to cover different sizes of children (or even adults). Once the shield was in place, inflators pushed restraining straps against the boy's thighs. He was now bent over, his buttocks on display, fully fastened on the lowere half of his body, and unrestrained on the top. He could not reach his lower half because of the shield. He could not move it because of the restraints. The boy's mother approached him, and in a stern voice told him that he was about to learn what happens to little boys who steal from their mother's purse. With that, she held her finger over a keyboard. The camera zoomed in as she pushed two buttons, one for severity, and one for instrument. She selected "severe" and "strap". Her choices appeared on a video screen that was in front of the boy's face. She pressed the "OK" button, and stepped to the rear to observe. The screen in front of the boy lit up with a picture of his backside.
Soon, a strap rose on an arm from the side of the machine. A sister strap rose from the other side. A whirring sound was heard, as the strap snapped down on the exposed buttocks. The left side strap crossed the entire buttocks, but left a larger welt on the right cheek. Soon, the right side did the same on the boy's left cheek. The boy's head reared up, and he screamed in pain. The strapping continued, up and down the buttocks. Then, the straps repositioned themselves, whacking their tips into the middle of each buttock. Finally, the boy's legs were forced apart, and the straps whipped the inside of his butt crack, down to, and over his back hole, and over his perineum, the area bettween his anus and testicles. It almost looked like the straps would hit the boy on his ballsack, but the computer adjusted properly.
His spanking finished, the sobbing boy was unfastened by the computer. His mother took him by the ear, and led him to the seat with the prong affixed. She made him sid down. He sat, then jumped up. She slapped him, and he sat down, his bright red buttocks fully exposed as he "rode the prong of pain" (this would become their slogan for advertising).
The executives started to applaud. The little boy turned toward them, (showing that this rehash of a punishment either excited him, or embarassed him, as his little appendage was at full staff). He bowed, then turned away, and bowed to his mother, his little unmarked bottom still on display.
The company launched the machine two months later.