Party Plan – the Scoutmasters Model 1


by Paul Crewe <Paul_crewe@yahoo.co.uk>

(Mach mm, machine, aud, nc) copyright 2003, Paul Crewe, all rights reserved

With permission of the original author, based on the story "Party Plan" by Nialos Leaning. Reading the original story first is highly recommended, available at http: www. asstr. org ~nialos spanking. html

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome." (by both of us!)

Party Plan - the Scoutmasters Model by Paul Crewe

The original Cyberspank machines had proved very popular, and a large number had been sold or leased though-out North America.

Eventually the company decided to venture into the European Market. As is normal in these circumstances, some market research had occurred and feedback received, and the design of the machine had been slightly modified.

The basic appearance was the same, centered on a three foot square platform were two vertical poles, about four feet high and two feet apart. A padded bar was attached to the two poles. However, the need for wires from the computer to the Cyberspank had been replaced with a radio link, so it just had to be plugged in to the power. Additional web-cam style cameras had been fitted, so there was no need to adjust the bar to the clients height or physique.

Instead of binding the clients wrist to a cuff attached to a short pole, he simply placed his hands and feet through rubber rings which were positioned on the poles. These then inflated to secure the client. The poles would then move, as before, to stretch the client. During the spanking, adjustments to these positions would be made to ensure that the client was firmly secured but able to wriggle slightly. It had been found that if the client was held too rigidly the smacks all landed on exactly the same spot, but if he were able to wriggle a bit, he could spread the spanking out. Far from easing the spanking, this actually increased the suffering, as the Cyberspank would only stop when the buttocks reached the appropriate heat. The children were never told that they would get spanked less if they kept very still!

Again, there was no need to manually adjust the paddles. A heavy-looking metal tube extended eighteen inches along the floor from both the left and right hand sides of the platform. At the end of each tube a five foot long pole rose. Attached to each pole was an eighteen inch arm, folded down almost parallel to the pole. At the end of each arm was a wooden oval, about three inches in diameter and almost a quarter inch thick. The web-cams built in to the se poles guided their position so that the paddles were at the same height as the clients bottom. They then positioned the left paddle squarely in the middle of the client's left bottom cheek, and the right paddle in the middle of his right cheek.

So every time a client mounts the machine, it will automatically adjust everything to the correct positions. This was found to be very welcome, as it would adjust for the familys growing children, and cope quickly with visitors. The web-cams would also record the entire spanking, but no mention of this was made in the basic instructions.

The Cyberspank uniforms had proved very popular, and were often worn around the home by impending clients. The white T-shirts, front and back, had a picture of the Cyberspank machine whaling away at a bare bottomed boy. Above the picture, "Cyberspank for my naughty bare bottom," was printed. Below the picture was the Cyberspank logo. The thin, skimpy and tight white briefs were a bikini style, cut high on the sides. The boys' genitals and bottom cracks were clearly outlined. The briefs also had the same picture and Cyberspank logo as the shirts. The instructions "remove before using Cyberspank," was printed on both sides of the briefs. As is the custom in cold Europe, knee-high socks were worn even when due for a spanking.

A small camera like device set up on a tripod positioned about three feet in front of and level with the client's bare red behind, uses infrared to measure the heat radiating from the child's buttocks and to detect signs of actual or imminent bruising, bleeding or other injury. The machine's database contains information on the amount of heat a spanking of a given severity should generate. If the bottom is warming up too quickly or the machine detects that bruising or bleeding could soon occur, the machine will decrease severity. If the bottom is not getting hot enough, the machine will increase severity. In the unlikely event bruising or bleeding actually occurs, the machine will shut down.

The new machine automatically adjusts the severity of the spanking for age and size. All that is required is the name of the client, and a few details of the offence, and its all worked out. To ease the data-entering process, a screen on the PC enables the operator to click on the childs icon, and select an offence from a series of drop-down menus. A facility allows for guest details to be quickly entered. Details of the offence, date, time, and punishment are all automatically stored. If a similar offence occurs with-in a specified time-period, then the spanking is made more severe.

Once programmed, the machine would announce the name of the expected client. The web-cams were able to detect if the child was in the house. When spotted, a count-down would commence. If the client was not aboard with-in one minute, penalty strokes would be applied. Other remote radio-linked web-cams around the home could determine if the child was present, or if he left the house after the announcement. It was possible to programme the machine several days in advance, and to select daily spankings for up to three days, to go off at random times if chosen.

One of these models was purchased by Michael Kent, principally for use on his two sons, Mr Kent lived alone with his sons, Joshua aged ten and Carl aged eight. His wife had been committed to an asylum many years earlier after suffering from alcoholism and depression, and repeatedly attempting suicide. She was confused and unlikely to ever be released, particularly as she had apparently tried to harm the children. Partly because of this, Mr Kent had been soft with his sons, but now they were getting wild. He realised that they needed discipline, but considered violence from a human s too traumatic. Since his wife had left, he had only punished his sons with corner-time, never a spanking.

The family lived in a poor neighbourhood in South London, an estate of six-storey blocks linked by walk-ways on alternate floors. The machines were expensive, but Mr Kent had a clever way to avoid the cost. He was the local scout-master, and he persuaded the scout troop to pay for the machine, and to make it available to all boys who were enrolled into the troop, which only recruited from his estate. Parents of these boys could bring them round for a go, or just send the child with a note. As access to the estate was controlled by guarded security doors, and there were no vehicles allowed on the walk-ways, it was considered quite safe for even young children to move around alone. Many of these children arrived wearing only their Cyberspank uniforms, and many of them went home carrying their pants. The well-spanked boy would limp home with a red bottom and CD of his spanking.

For convenience, the machine resided in Mr Kents home, rather than in the scout-hut (A basement room in one of the blocks). It was not, as some boys wished, in a small room dedicated to its use, but in the centre of the lounge where the entire event could be witnessed by anybody who happened to be present. So it was quite common for distressed children to timidly knock on Mr Kents door, mutely offer a small piece of paper, and make their way inside to the dreaded Cyberspank machine. All of the troop members were known to the machine, so it only took a few moments for the boy to drop his pants and climb aboard, whilst Mr Kent clicked away on the terminal. Within seconds, the spanking was under way, and was over within a couple of minutes. At least, it was over for the machine and operator, but the poor boy had a lot of crying to do and a miserable run along the walk-way and stair-well before facing his smug mother or father who had sent him.

When it was first installed, Joshua was a regular customer for the Cyberspank machine. He was a bright, fair-haired boy of slim build, but had a smart mouth and fiery temper which often got him into trouble. Mr Kent was concerned about his eldest son, Joshua was defiant, cheeky, and stubborn. Joshua was the first customer, on the day it was installed, because he had deliberately hindered the deliver man, but at that time he had not known what it was. Joshua had just come home from school, he stood in the doorway, declined to move, purposefully spread his toys along the hall, and screamed when the man accidentally stood on one of his bey-blades.

On that occasion, the delivery man had taken great pleasure in demonstrating the device. Joshua was supplied with a Cyberspank uniform, and told to change into it. He sulkily went to his room, and removed his school pullover and shirt. When Joshua saw the logo on the t-shirt, he became somewhat alarmed, but when he read the inscription on the briefs, he really let rip. Storming back into the lounge, wearing only his school grey shorts and knee-high socks, Joshua flung the horrid garments at his dad.

"I will not wear them, or climb aboard that torture machine" he declared.

"Oh yes you will" Dad insisted, and the two men stripped the wild boy, and forced him aboard. The programme had already been set, so as soon as each limb went through the ring, it inflated to secure its reluctant rider.

"Let me off this crappy thing" Joshua swore.

"Today you are having your spanking for your rudeness to this man" Dad decided. "And tomorrow youre having another one for your resistance and swearing. And if you dont co-operate for that one, you get another the next day. And so on, until you do"

Suddenly the machine commenced its work. The first smack was with both paddles, hard, and Joshua said no more. He yelled, screamed, and sobbed, but his words were not comprehensible, which was probably a good thing for him. Dad had selected the spanking for rudeness to a visitor, and the machine had considered this to be severe. Every smack was full-force, and as Joshua fought against his bonds, he ensured that his entire buttocks and tops of his thighs were smacked to a deep red colour. Eventually he ran out of resistance, and lay limp over the bar.

After five minutes, the whacking suddenly stopped, and the rings deflated. Joshua did not seem to notice, his face was covered in snot and tears, and a pool of saliva lay on the platform. The delivery man left, and dad cuddled the boy to calm him down. Ten minutes later Joshua had stopped crying sufficiently to answer his Dads questions.

Carl, who had sat silently on the settee through-out this experience, stared at his older brother. Finally Dad spoke to the elder boy.

"Do you understand that your behaviour was unacceptable?"

"Yes Dad"

"Will you now put on your Cyberspank uniform?"

"Yes Dad"

"Will you get back on the machine whenever I say?"

"Yes Dad"

"Will you get back on the machine tomorrow?"

"Yes Dad"

Joshua did as he had promised. He wore his Cyberspank top and pants until bed-time, and put on a clean but identical set the next morning, with a pair of long grey socks. Carl wore his usual Saturday attire of blue pullover, blue denim shorts and blue knee socks. The boys did not wear shoes in the house. As there was no school, and the two boys sat watching TV in the lounge. Neither wanted to look at the chrome poles of the Cyberspank, but they had little option, it dominated the room.

Dad was busy in the kitchen.

With-out warning, at mid-morning, the machine lit up.

"Joshua, please mount the Cyberspank machine" a voice boomed. Both boys nearly wet themselves. Joshua leapt from his arm-chair, and stared at the machine.

"Remove your pants and step into the rings" The machine ordered.

Joshua stood paralysed. He was deep in thought.

"50 seconds remaining"

"40 seconds remaining"

"30 seconds remaining"

"Go on" Carl urged, and gave his older brother a nudge.

Joshua was stirred into action. He had been debating whether or not to comply with this machine. In fact, he had been debating this matter all morning. One the one hand, it hurt him badly, but Joshua recognised that it was fair. He knew his temper was terrible, he knew that he sometimes behaved very rudely, and he knew that he was not happy. His choice was simple, to rebel, or comply. But making that decision was impossible. He knew he had to accept his punishment if he was to be happy, and yet accepting it meant pain, humiliation, and change.

Joshua whipped his briefs to the floor and tossed them onto the coffeee table. He stepped onto the platform. slipped his feet through the rings, and they inflated. Now, however, the courage which had got him this far faltered. Joshua could not bend over the bar. He wanted to, he knew he had to, but fear prevented him from doing it.

Carl, seeing the tears streaming down his brothers face, and realising the significance of the moment, decided to help. He stood in front of Joshua, and promised "If you do it, Ill go next"

"What for?" Joshua was mystified.

"Because I miss Mum too" Carl sobbed.

Joshua slipped his hands thought the rings. They inflated. The centre bar rose and the small poles slid towards the corners. The boy was stretched to perfection.

At the door of the lounge, Mr Kent who had been listening, had initially planned to force his son into the rings, but wisely waited until the timer had expired. In the event, Joshua got in just in time.

The pre-progammed spanking commenced. This time, a moderate spanking was awarded, the machine recognising that the child had mounted voluntarily (although under duress). Joshuas bottom was still tender from his spanking the day before, but there had been no evidence of it. The redness had all faded, and there were no bruises, testament to the accuracy of the Cyberspank machine. Redness soon returned, however, as the stinging paddles delivered smacks alternately to Joshuas naked nether region. From first smack to last, each blow extracted a loud yelp from the restrained client. The surprise double smack, both paddles simultaneously, and then the occasional concentration on one cheek, made these spankings a most unpredictable, and painful affair. Also, as the boys eventually found, the fact that they had no idea how many smacks they were to get, or when it would stop, was a miserable part of the experience. It was impossible to hold out against crying, if you never knew how many more smacks were to come.

On this occasion, though, Joshua was not concerned about being brave. He was breaking his heart at the sadness of his mothers demise, his own stupidity, and the love which he knew he father and brother had for him. Joshua did not want the spanking to end, he wanted to feel purged, cleansed, and corrected. When it was finally over, Joshua leapt up and dashed into his Daddys arms, flinging his arms around the mans neck and burying his head into the broad shoulder. The boy wrapped his legs around his Daddys waist, and they hugged for an age.

Meanwhile, Carl had slipped into his bedroom (actually the room he shared with Joshua) and had changed into his own Cyberspank uniform. The crisp new t-shirt was slightly too big, but the pants were just right, hugging his little groin. Upon his return to the lounge, Carl sat timidly on the edge of the settee and fiddled with the tops of his turn-over socks.

Eventually, Mr Kent turned from his sobbing older son, and asked the younger boy if he understood the significance of this gesture.

"Dad, I need a spanking" Carl whispered, tears already flowing slowly down his face.

"Why do you think that?" Mr Kent was troubled. He thought Carl was a quiet, well-behaved kid.

"I feel bad about what happened to mum?"

"That was not your fault, she was ill, you didnt do anything wrong"

"Maybe, but I feel bad about myself too" Carl stood up.

"In what way?"

"Im sometimes nasty to kids in school, and on the estate"

"Ive never heard about this"

"Dad, Im a bully" Carl burst into loud sobs.

"Its true, Dad. Carl is always hurting the toddlers next door." Joshua confessed. The boys next door had been very young when they moved in, and the name had stuck.

"But how come Ive never heard about it"

"He threatens to throw them off the balcony if they tell on him"

"Please Dad, can we get on with it" Carl waited at the platform.

"Not just yet, young man. First we are going next door to see if this is true. And if it is, theyre going to see you get what you deserve"

Joshua was sent into the naughty corner of the lounge. This was where the boys were made to stand when they had been told off. It was traditional for the bad boy to face the wall, hands on head, and Joshua did so. The chosen happened to be behind the lounge door.

Father and younger son knocked on their neighbours door.

"Hi Michael" Mrs Jones warmly welcomed him. Then she saw the strange clothing worn by Carl, who was silently crying. "Whats going on?"

Mr Kent quickly explained the revelations.

"I had no idea" Mrs Jones was shocked. She called her two boys, Luke and Dean, aged four and five, to the door. They arrived, and looked at Carl.

"Dean, has Carl ever hurt you?" the mother asked.

Silence was sufficient of an answer.

"Im sorry." Carl sobbed. "I promise I wont hurt you again"

"Luke, has Carl here been bad?" The little boy nodded.

Dean began to cry. Luke held his mummys hand. Mr Jones, who had been settling down to watch the horse-racing on TV, appeared in the corridor. He had heard it all.

"Well, if youll all come next door, youll see this matter cleared up forever." Mr Kent pushed his youngest son back along the balcony. The Joness followed.

As soon as he got home, Carl removed his pants and stepped onto the Cyberspank with-out needing to be told. He bent over.

"Whats that?" Mr Jones was impressed.

"Its the Cyberspank that the scout troop purchased. It arrived last night, and its getting good use already"

The machine was so obvious that further explanation was not necessary. Mr Kent had already loaded Carls details in, and so a few clicks with the mouse had it whirring.

Mr and Mrs Jones watched amazed as the rings inflated, poles slid, bar raised, boy tensed, and paddles aligned. And then it was off.

SMACK "Ow" Carl was not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. True, he had seen Joshua get done twice, but this was different. This was his turn. Carls left buttock was smarting.

SMACK Now the right buttock was stinging. Four seconds was horrid, Carl realised. The sting from one smack is still very much alive, and then another explodes on your bottom.

SMACK Jesus! He thought. Left one again. It hurts. Tears flowed faster.

SMACK Christ! He thought. A second for the right side. It really hurts. Perhaps it had been foolish to ask for this.

SMACK. SMACK. Carls first twin blow sent him into orbit. Getting one smack on alternate cheeks was hell, but this was murder.

SMACK (right) SMACK (left) SMACK (right) SMACK (left) Carls was by now making continuous wails and yelps.

"Its very effective" Mr Jones spoke above the noise.

SMACK (left) SMACK (right)

"Yes, it does a good job" Mr Kent replied.

SMACK (left) SMACK (right) Carl agreed. A very good job.

SMACK (left) SMACK (left) SMACK (left) SMACK (left) SMACK (left) Carl screamed even louder. Mr Kent thought perhaps the machine had broken.

SMACK (right) No, its OK.

SMACK (left) SMACK (left) But it must have a way to go.

SMACK (right) SMACK (right) SMACK (right) SMACK (right) SMACK (right)

Carl found this variation most disturbing. Both of Joshuas spankings had been alternate smacks, occasionally a double smack on one buttock, and the dreaded dual strike. But this was something else. Five smacks on one cheek. Unfair!

SMACK (left) SMACK (left) STOP.

Carl was crying incessantly. Mr Jones stared at the up-turned boy. "I think that will do nicely" he mused.

Mrs Jones, who had been watching the brisk proceedings, caught sight of Joshua, still bare-bottomed, in his punishment corner.

"May I ask what hes been up to?" she politely enquired.

"Joshua, turn around and explain why youre in the corner"

The boy did, but kept his hands on his head. He had to speak up because Carl was making so much noise.

"I was rude to the delivery man, and then I would not mount the machine. I was spanked last night, and again this morning. I feel a lot better now, and Dad was right to do it."

"Good boy, you may get dressed" Mr Kent smiled. Joshua put on his Cyberspank pants.

"You can get properly dressed" Mr Kent announced.

"I am Dad" Joshua declared "I think this is what I should be wearing today" The boy clung to his dads side, wrapping his arms around the mans waist.

Carl had been released from the Cyberspank machine, but did not get up. Instead, he kneeled down as the bar lowered to its rest position, and rolled to his right. Carl curled up into a fetal position on the floor, and sobbed profusely.

"Well see ourselves out" Said Mr Jones, realising that their welcome had expired. The Jones left.

Mr Kent picked up the weeping boy, and they hugged as Joshua had done the day before. When Carl had composed himself, he went, again with-out prompting, into the corner recently vacated by his older brother. Mr Kent returned to the kitchen to finish his chores, and Joshua watched the clock.

20 minutes later he called to his brother. "Times up, Bro"

Carl put his Cyberspank pants on, and the pair of them returned to watching TV. For the rest of the day, Mr Kent and two very compliant sons enjoyed a day of Lego, Ludo, and laughter.


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