The displays at the new disciplinariums were a big hit! People of all ages were drawn to the buidings, and would stand outside the window, watching the large monitors. Of course, there wasn't a child being disciplined showing on every screen every minute of the day. Still, there seemed to be enough to draw folks there.

Angela Fleming walked the seven blocks to the Disciplinarium building, almost pulling her twins, Rachel and Ramond. The children obviously had no desire to go anywhere near one of “those” buildings. They were eleven years old, and had seen on television, and seen pictures in the paper which showed what went on in the buildings. As with most children, they had questions for their mother as to why the children being shown were having their bare butts spanked. Mrs. Fleming would answer that each child “had done something to deserve a good spanking” and then would add “and if you two don't straighten up, you'll be down there soon.” Now, she wasn't really sure that she wanted to actually put the children into the spanking system, but it did sound like it was something that was both useful, and effective. She was bringing the children with her so that she and they could observe what was going on. Hopefully, it would frighten them into being better behaved.

As they finally made it to the building, they saw that there were five or six people standing on the sidewalk, staring intently at the window. As they got closer, Mrs. Fleming could see a close up picture of a very red pair of buttocks. She was amazed that the picture was so clear, and almost blushed when she saw the dangling balls of the boy being spanked. She would allow the twins to swim naked in the little above ground pool until they were old enough to attend school. Now that they were in the fifth grade, she wondered if being naked and on display wouldn't perhaps...just perhaps...be an even worse punishment than having their bottoms beaten.

It's not like she didn't spank them. She took one, or the other (or sometimes both) over her knee rather frequently. It made her wonder if her form of spanking (on top of whatever clothing they had on, based on the time she decided to spank) was effective. Last week, Rachel was spanked on her panties, and when she stood up, she looked her mother in the eyes and said “that didn't hurt”.

Surprisingly, there were two girls being spanked as they stood there. She had heard that girls were welcomed, and in fact that authorities were encouraging the juvenile court judges, teachers, and parents to bring girls over. She looked down at her daughter, who seemed to be amazed at what she was seeing. Raymond, however, was staring at the naked bottoms, with his hand over his crotch. When she smacked his hand away and told him to be respectful of the children getting their bottoms spanked, or he would be next, a murmor came up from the other observers. An older man, who was leaning on a cane, spoke to Mrs. Fleming. “I wish that they had such a thing as this when my two boys were about your children's age. One grew up OK, the other is serving five to ten years on an armed robbery charge. He's been in and out of jail for years. I was always away from home, selling building supplies to the construction industry, never around often enough to light up their backsides for them.”

Mrs. Fleming nodded and smiled at the man. “Well, I have the children here to get a feel for what will happen to them in the future if they don't start obeying me.” As she spoke, a man came up to her and introduced himself “I overheard your comments mam. I'm Charles Windorf, the manager of this building. I don't know if you are aware of it, but we have a program here just for folks such as yourself, people who want their chidren to understand what can happen to them, and how painful it can be. We call it the”open your eyes“program. It is free of charge, of course. The child is taken inside, with the parent or guardian. He or she (he looked at the twins) or both in your case can observe first hand how the machines work. If desired...and he highly recommend this...they can be placed in the machine, and given a stroke or two just to help them understand what will happen if they don't obey their parents.”

She stared at the man as he spoke, nodding her head. “That sounds wonderful. I imagine you have a busy schedule though. It is a a very generous offer, I must say.”
Mr. Windorf smiled “we can always fit in a demonstration or two. I believe we have two ten minute slots available in about twenty minutes if you are interested. You should know that of course they will go through the entire process, entering, undressing, being aware of the time limits, taught how to enter the machine, and.. will be spanked. I guarantee that they will feel it, and will in all probability come away from this building never ever wanting to return. As a bonus, we will give you a DVD of each child being spanked. We find that parents use this to advantage, as a reminder of what will happen if the kids don't shape up. Are you interested?”

The twins were wide eyed. Their eyes darted from the man to the large screen TV monitors in front of them, and then to their mother. “No mommy!” “Please mom, I'll be good.” Mrs Fleming looked at the chidren and made up her mind. “I think we'll take you up on your generous offer sir.” “Wonderful mam. Come inside I need you to fill out a simple form and to sign it, then we can process the children through.” He led her inside as she once again pulled the twins behind her. She ignored their pleas.

She sat at a desk with Mr. Windorf who showed her the forms. They were quite simple. She stated that she was the children's mother, and she knew of no reasons that they couldn't have their bottoms spanked. She signed them and handed them back. Mr. Windorf read them over, and smiled. “Excellent. Come with me now, and we'll begin the tour.” He walked into the room where the six discipline machines were situated. They formed a partial circle, each one having a large number above its door. There was a small table in front of each machine, with a chair next to it. On the table was a clock which counted down the time that the child had to disrobe. “Few of our children ever get penalty strokes, but I can assure you that those who do never want it to be repeated. You can imagine what five strokes of a strap feels like on a bare bottom that has just been spanked or paddled or strapped, or whatever. Oh, by the way, do you have a preference?”

He handed her a brochure which showed photos of several different instruments, a hairbrush;a lexan paddle, clear, with sixteen holes; a short, soft leather strap; a long, much thicker leather strap; a leather tawse which was cut with two “fingers” at the end; finally, a cane. “We do research new implements on occasion. Our branches in France use a small whip called a martinet there. The say it works wonders.”

Mrs. Fleming thought for a moment. “can you give them each two with the strap, two with the paddle, and two with the cane?” “Certainly Mrs. Fleming. I'd recommend the large strap. It stings like a band of hornets. I think it will make a very big impression on their minds...as well as their butts.” He grinned. She agreed.

“Now, let's do them one at a time so you can watch. We'll leave the door open to the machine. Normally we close it because it bothers the children who are waiting. As we have a lull now, it won't matter. We'll use machine two for your daughter and four for the boy. They should both strip now. When you are ready, I can start the penalty clock. I shan't remind them of what will happen if they are not ready. They heard me speak. Any delays on their parts could only be viewed as obstinance, and would be dealt with accordingly.” He said this for the chidren's ears.

“Start now then” Mrs. Fleming said as she stood back, arms folded and watching her kids. Mr. Wiindorf pushed a button on a remote, aiming it at machne two, and then did it for machine four. He typed three commands into each. The clocks on each machine were counting down the seconds, from 120.

Crying and begging, it took until the clock was at 44 seconds for Raymond to sit on the chair and pull his pants down over his shoes. He tore his clothes off, and stood naked at the 4 second mark. Rachel kept shaking her head. When she saw her twin brother naked, she unfastened her skirt, and took it off, along with her shoes and socks. She then removed her top, and stood in panties, a plaintive look on her face as she turned to look to her mother for a final reprieve. A metallic voice from the machine said “penalty strokes have been assigned”. Rachel's face turned so white, it looked as if she were going to pass out. She pulled her panties off, and walked to the machine. There, she stepped onto the yellow foot restraints and reached up and grabbed the yellow wrist restraints. They all watched as the machine gently tightened the four restraints. A leather padded bar rose from the ground, and soon the girl was bent over it, her buttocks uppermost, legs apart as a red laser line formed across the middle of her buttocks. A whirring followed, and the sound of the leather burying itself into the girl's butt filled the large room, along with her scream. A red line formed on her butt, quickly met by another, just below the first, as the second strap landed. Her legs were moved closer together, and her upper body was straightened out over the bar. They heard a loud whirring sound, and then the crack of the clear paddle which spanked her middle buttocks, and then continued to press into the flesh, allowing them to see the red impression from the paddle form. A second swat was applied, to the lowest part of her buttocks.

She was pulled upright, and then a padded table rose from the floor. The restraints pulled her upright, then raising her legs, moved her horizontally over the table. She was set gently on the table, then her legs and hands were pulled out away from the table. Soon, two cracks of a cane filled the air as a pair of canes from each side of the table placed their harsh red marks on her butt.

She seemed to relax, having forgotten the penalty strokes. The machine didn't make that mistake, and without a delay, the cane deposited five more marks down her buttocks, ending in her 'sit spot', the fabled line where thighs begin, and buttocks end.

She was gently placed on her feet and released, running back to her mother for solace and comfort. She received only a warning that the next time would be a lot worse.
Raymond was made to enter chamber four. He tried to pull his wrists out of the restraints, but couldn't do so. He was yanking, and pulling in a mad effort to get loose.
“Could you give him ten with the paddle before you start for that little display?” She looked at Mr. Windorf and explained “he's like that when he's over my lap too.”
A simple command into the romote, and the boy, standing with his hands held high, feet secored, was paddled hard, five times from each side as he was held by the machine. Comically, he began to get an erection during the paddling, until his little penis was aiming for the ceiling, resplendent in it's four inch glory, the circumcised pink tip appearing to point to the boy's face.

Mrs. Fleming was astonished. Mr. Windorf explained to her that it happens “all the time”. He explained that there are nerves in the base of the penis that become 'excited' during a painful spanking. “Some boys...older boys...have even....well, made a mess, if you know what I mean.”

She nodded as the machine placed him over the bar for his strapping, and then once again the paddles visited his bottom. Last, he was laid on the table and he too received cane strokes given that way. “We find that caning with the subject lying down allows the cane to dig into the more flacid muscle, and thus all but eliminates any chance of bruising. Of course, your daughter will probably bruise due to the penalty strokes.

Soon, the sobbing children were getting dressed. Mrs. Fleming shook Mr. Windorf's hand and graciously accepted five coupons for free spankings, along with the two DVDs. Once outside, the group of people who had witnessed their spankings spoke to the children. “Bet your butt's sore now, son.” and “Those penalty strokes really dug into your bottom, didn't they little lady?” Mrs. Fleming just walked the children away. Once home, she had them each bare their bottoms, noting the redness was still there, but fading.

She held up the free spanking coupons and simply said “I'll place these on the refridgerator.”