The house belonged to two gay men, Max Boxer and Leo Russell, whom Rusty considered easy targets and probably quite wealthy. “A pair of fags” he thought as he forced open a window and clambered through “they are asking to be robbed!”
“Well! We have a special device for dealing with burglars in this house!” laughed Leo “And you are going to be the first to try it out!”
With that the men dragged the struggling youth down the stairs to their cellar.
Once in the cellar Rusty was presented with a bizarre looking apparatus, consisting of a metal frame screwed to the floor, next to which was what appeared to be a small motor screwed onto a block at one end with an extended arm at the other, at the end of which was a leather paddle.
“What the fuck is that?” asked Rusty
“It's a spanking machine” replied Max Boxer “a home made spanking machine!”
“And you are going to be the first to try it out!” added Leo Russell with a cheerful laugh
With that the two older men proceeded to strip the protesting Rusty naked. They then dragged him to the frame and firmly pushed him onto his knees over a padded leather seat before attaching leather straps to his wrists and ankles, so that he was held firmly in place.
“You are not going anywhere before we have tested the machine on you!” grinned Max, picking up a small grey object attached to the machine by a length of cable.
He then gently pressed a button on the object, at which point the machine sprung into action. The long arm at the front swung back in an arc and then shot forward so that the leather paddle landed across Rusty's upturned bare bottom with a resounding WHACK!
“Ouch!!!” yelled Rusty “that fucking hurt!”
“It's supposed to hurt Dumbo!” sneered Max “It's a spanking machine!” he pressed the button again, this time a little harder, which caused the machine to react even faster, delivering a harder and louder “THWACK!!” to their handsome captive's exposed behind.
“OUCH!!” Okay, okay!! it works you fucks!”yelled Rusty, “now let me free!”
“Let you free?” repeated Leo “No way Jose, not until you've been properly spanked as you deserve!”
Max pressed the button again, this time maintaining the pressure with his finger, this caused the arm of the machine to swing back and forth at different speeds depending upon the degree of pressure applied delivering resounding WHACK! After ringing “THWACK!” to their unfortunate captives already reddening bottom.
As this was going on, the couple's tabby cat sauntered into the room and sat down calmly watching the scene before it as if the sight of a man strapped to a frame and being spanked by a home made machine, was nothing out of it's usual every day experience.
Rusty continued to cry out in increasing anger and discomfort as the mechanised swats continued to belabour his stinging rear. However, the older men felt scant sympathy for him, not only was his comeuppance well deserved, it was also highly entertaining.
“My turn now!” laughed Leo, taking the control from his partner's hand and pressing the button with varying levels of pressure, varying the speed at which it continued to spank Rusty.
The men were now really enjoying themselves and were delighted with the success of their machine, Max even began to wonder if he could patent it and begin selling spanking machines to the public.
Rusty, of course, was considerably less enthusiastic, he protested loudly and struggled in vain to free himself from the leather straps which held him in place over the metal frame.
Despite the men's enjoyment, the large central heating boiler in the corner of the cellar made the room very hot, and they soon started to feel thirsty.
“I need a drink!” said Leo “lets go to the bar for a beer”
“Good idea!” replied Max “But what about him?” he pointed to Rusty
“He can carry on being spanked!” laughed Leo, placing the control on the floor and then placing the leg of an old chair onto the button, taking care to ensure that both objects were far enough from Rusty's legs to ensure he couldn't kick them apart.
As Leo had correctly judged, the weight of the chair on the button caused the machine to move in a regular back and forth motion delivering firm and painful swats to Rusty's bottom, each swat falling approximately fifteen seconds apart. “Great!” he grinned “The weight of the chair can do the job. While we go for a drink!”
“Oh yes we can!” chuckled Max “We'll be back in a couple of hours, by which time your little white trash bottom should have been properly spanked, just as it deserves!”
“NOOOO! ...OWW!” cried Rusty, in horror, the prospect of being spanked for two hours beginning to sink in “Please don't!! …. OUCH!”
The men just laughed as they walked to the door “Bye Rusty!” sniggered Leo “You stay where you are and take your punishment like a man!”
“Or like the jerk you are!” added Max
Leo and Max grinned at each other as they walked back up the stairs listening to the whacking sound of the spanking machine belaboring Rusty's bare tail echoing through the door.
Rusty struggled and bucked against the unyielding restraints in an attempt to free himself, whilst at the same time attempting to move his agonised bottom out of range of the relentless leather paddle, both efforts failed dismally, as he remained firmly held in place and the paddle kept landing squarely on its reddening target. He was trapped and there seemed to be no way to get free until the men returned.
The added weight of the cat pushed the chair-leg down more firmly onto the spanking machine control button, with the result that the machine suddenly speeded up, the pace of the paddle swinging arm increasing from a regular back and forth motion to a rapid fire barrage of increasingly stinging swats as the extended arm zipped back and forth at three to four times its previous speed delivering a resounding “THWACK!” to Rusty's burning backside at quarter second intervals.
“HELP!!!...OWW! ...AAAGH!! ...HELP ME!!” bellowed Rusty “PLEASE HELP! ...OW!! THIS THING IS KILLING ME!!”
But there was nobody to hear him, and his voice was almost drowned by the loud “WHACK! ...WHACK! WHACK!” From the paddle as the blistering mechanical spanking continued.
“WHACK! ...WHACK! WHACK! ..WHACK! ...WHACK! WHACK!”
Having one side free enabled the agile youth to flip his body over onto his back, crying out in agony as the leather paddle landed with loud thwack across his groin, cock and balls, before he managed to wriggle out of it's merciless range. “AAAAGHHH! OWWW!” he yelled
He ran through the park, at one end of which was a large are area which had been allowed to grow wild, full of long uncut grass and wild flowers. Spotting some people walking towards him, he ducked down to hide, crouching amongst the vegetation.
Poor Rusty, his bad luck was really holding our, he chose to crouch down amongst some wild flowers which were especially popular with wasps, and two of the grumpy insects took exception to the glowing pink object, (Rusty's well spanked butt) which was suddenly thrust towards them.
“AAAAAGHHH!!!” screamed Rusty, leaping to his feet and clutching his throbbing rear, oblivious to the shocked reaction of a passing couple. Still holding his well punished bottom, Rusty ran past them and on towards his home.
The next day Rusty had baseball practice, which proved a very uncomfortable and embarrassing. The other boys immediately noticed his bright red bottom and teased him mercilessly.
However, worse was to come. When he returned home he was horrified to see Max Boxer and Leo Russell sitting on the front room sofa talking to Rusty's dad Hank Brewster, and from the look on their faces he could be sure the three men had not been discussing the football scores.
“But Dad you can't believe those two f......!!” cried Rusty before his words were silenced by the arch of his father's eyebrow, he knew he was in big trouble.
“You remember what the judge told you last time Rusty?!!” bellowed the furious man “One more robbery and you are going to prison!”
Rusty did remember the judge's threat, but had not expected to be caught.
“You are very lucky that Max and Leo have been so generous” continued Hank “They have agreed not to go to the police this time!”
“..On condition...” added Leo
“On condition that I deal with you severely!” continued Hank
“.. and regularly” said Max
“W...what do ...y..you mean?” asked Rusty unhappily
“I am going to spank your little bottom!” snarled his father “Every day for the next week!” With that he leaned over, grabbed his son, pulled down his jeans and underpants and forced him firmly over his knee.
“That is right!” smiled Max Boxer “So long as you deal with the young man in an appropriate manner we will not take the matter further ….. this time!”
“Oh I will deal with him appropriately!” replied Hank “Don't you worry!” with that he raised his hand in the air and brought it down with a loud SMACK!!on Rusty's exposed and still pink bottom.
“No Dad! Stop!” yelled Rusty “OUCH!! You don't know what this perverts did to me!” he cried “My ass is still on fire!....OWWW!!”
“Don't make matters worse by insulting our guests Boy!” snapped Mr Brewster “Whatever they did to you, I will do twice as much and twice as hard!” he continued to smack his son's bare behind with all the, quite considerable, force his large muscular arms could muster.
“This might help” said Leo producing a large hairbrush from the rucksack he had brought with him.
“It sure will!” replied Hank taking the offered implement and tapping it against the palm of him hand.
“NOOO!” cried Rusty “PLEASE NO!”
Max Boxer pulled out his camera phone from his jeans pocket and began to take photographs which he knew would be enjoyed by the members of some internet groups and blogs he belonged to.
The two men grinned at each other and sat back to enjoy the spectacle.
18 year old Rusty's bottom would remain very sore for a very long time to come!!