The Spanking Machine- fiction, 18+ NSFW

Hello, my naughty friends,

This story is a bit unlike the spanking stories you are used to seeing from me.  Typically, I keep things rather light and simple…focusing on the most important parts… a naughty girl receiving a well-earned spanking for her misbehavior!  Well, there is a naughty girl in this story, and of course, plenty of spanking action to come… but I challenged myself to dig a bit deeper this time around and focus more on character development, etc.

Oh, and there is a spanking machine…who hasn’t fantasized about that?

XOXO,

nora

PS This one’s for you, Franz!

The Spanking Machine

At fifteen, Cassie’s life had been turned upside down.  One minute her life had been cheerleading and college prep, and the next she was shipped off to Michigan to live with an elderly aunt.  The unspeakable tragedy that led to this change in Cassie’s circumstances was the drunk driving accident that took the lives of both her parents.  In less than thirty seconds, Cassie’s life changed forever. 

In Michigan, Cassie was lost in anger and grief.  She became an unpaid caretaker for her Aunt Sharon, rather than the other way around.  Instead of being able to focus on her goals and her schooling, or even…just healing herself, Cassie was changing adult diapers and cleaning house.  She began self-medicating with pills she pilfered from her aunt, and soon she was barely attending school.  The dreams that had once seemed within her grasp began to slip away out of reach. 

Her new group of friends kept the loneliness at bay.  None of them aspired to much and she picked up a few bad habits.  She found that she was rather talented with graffiti.  While her friends tagged old buildings with nonsensical phrases and symbols, Cassie would return to the same site several times, creating elaborate pieces.  She knew it was risky returning to the scene of the crime, but her graffiti art became a mode of self-expression.  It was the only time of day she felt connected to herself.

On a quiet Thursday evening, lost in her artwork, Cassie failed to notice that a car had pulled up a ways down the street, lights off.  She was startled to find a flashlight suddenly in her face.  The police officer was kind but firm with her and escorted her to his patrol car.  She was arrested for vandalism.  He had been tracking her for some time as he’d realized that this particular vandal often returned to tag the same site multiple times.  Now he had the talented culprit.

In the back seat of a police car, terrified of what would become of her, her parent’s faces flashed before her eyes.  Tears streamed down her face.  Her father would be so disappointed in her behavior. 

As it was late, she was escorted to the overnight holding cell.  Having just turned 18, she was in with the other adult women.  She kept her distance and prayed for the sun to come up quickly. 

In the morning, she was told that a lawyer had been appointed to her and that she would be presented to the court mid-afternoon.  When she finally met with her appointed lawyer, the woman explained Cassie’s options.  She didn’t have many as she had been caught red-handed. 

“Given your age, however, you do qualify for a newly funded program,” her lawyer told her.  “But I doubt you would be interested.”

“Would it keep me out of jail?” Cassie asked, hopeful.

“Yes, it would.  But believe me, it’s no picnic.”

“What is it?” Cassie asked, willing to do just about anything to get another shot at getting her life back on track.  She would never pick up another can of spray paint again!

“Well,” her lawyer answered slowly. “It is a new program for 18-21 year olds…not quite children, not quite adults yet.  It is an alternate program to serving jail time.”

Cassie stared at her lawyer, hopeful.

“It is a rehabilitation program, Cassie,” her lawyer finally said.  “Basically, you would have to submit to corporal punishment.  By doing so, you would be released on probation.  You would also be assigned a mentor in the community.  However, you should know, if you get in trouble again anytime soon…it is straight to jail, missy.”

Cassie took this in.  Corporal punishment?  Like, a spanking?

She dared ask the question.

“Yes, Cassie.  Should you choose this option, the Judge will sentence you to a spanking.  And believe me, I have witnessed a few of these and it is no joke.  If you choose to do this, you will be taught quite the lesson, mark my words.  But…it would keep you out of jail.”

A spanking.  It had been so long.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.  Her parents were believers in spankings.  In fact, for as long as she could remember, it had always been a trip over her Daddy’s knee when she misbehaved.  Anything from talking back to earning poor marks had once earned her a sore bottom.  Her Daddy’s spankings always made a strong impression on her, and she tried very hard to behave herself.  But that was back then…

“I’ll do it,” Cassie said, her voice low but steady.

Her lawyer looked surprised.

“If you are sure…”

Cassie nodded resolutely.  “I am sure.”

Hours later, in the courtroom, Cassie felt less sure as she heard the procedure explained to her.  Should she opt to participate in the rehabilitation program, she would be soundly disciplined by a newly installed spanking machine.  She blushed as the judge stated that her spanking would be applied to bare skin, and in her mind’s eye she remembered that terrible moment when she was made to lower her panties for a spanking over Daddy’s knee.  She teared up.  Onlookers thought she was frightened of the Judge’s words, but her tears were the pain of memories from the past.

She was also informed that her spanking would be fairly public, with her lawyer, judge, and bailiff all in attendance as witnesses.  Should she proceed, she would be placed on probation, and have weekly meetings with a mentor in the community for six months.

Did she wish to proceed?

She did.  She signed the necessary paperwork and was promptly escorted by the bailiff to a private room. 

There, she was made to wait until a female guard was available.  She was ordered to strip completely.  The guard checked her mouth, her hair, and patted her down.  Her face turned beet red as she was made to bend over and spread her bottom cheeks apart. 

“Further, please,” the guard said sternly.

Cassie obeyed, spreading her cheeks as far apart as she could.  The guard had her maintain that position for nearly 30 seconds.  When she was finally allowed to release her cheeks and stand, she could no longer look the guard in the eye.  She stared submissively at the floor.

The guard handed her a white tank top and white panties and told her to get dressed.  She then led a contrite, nervous Cassie to the next room.  Cassie gulped when she saw what was waiting for her.

The spanking machine.

Her mouth went dry as she took in the bench that she would be made to lean over.  The straps there no doubt were intended to hold her in place, eliminating any chance of her wiggling out of her punishment.  On the wall hung a series of implements.  She gulped as she noted a wooden paddle.  Daddy had always reserved his paddle for her most serious of infractions.  She had feared that paddle and had always done her very best to avoid behaviors that might lead to its application on her bare behind.  How she wished she had behaved herself this time. 

Through the glass, she saw her lawyer, the judge, and the bailiff from earlier.  She blushed heavily knowing they would watch her shame, that they would see her spanked soundly like a misbehaving child receiving her comeuppance.

The guard led her to the spanking bench.  She motioned for Cassie to bend over.  Cassie obeyed without a fuss, knowing that she had earned this spanking.  Her heart raced as the guard fastened her wrists in place.  It had been explained to her earlier that this was for her own safety, to keep her from putting her hands in the way.  She remembered how Daddy would sometimes grip her wrists tightly in his and spank her soundly with his other hand when she had tried to interfere with her discipline.

She was now face down and bottom up over the spanking bench.  Her bottom stuck out prominently.  The guard set about restraining the backs of her knees with a thick strap, and then her ankles.  And then, without warning, the guard lowered her panties to mid-thigh leaving her bare and ready for discipline.

Cassie let out a small cry, one of humiliation and regret.  How she wished she hadn’t earned a spanking.  She pledged to herself to be a good girl from now on.  She didn’t ever want to find herself in this shameful position again!

A noise over at the wall caught her attention.  Her heart caught in her throat as the guard removed a small leather strap from the wall. 

It was time for her spanking to begin.

To be continued….