SSC category: Not My Kink

Bigeikou's Machine
by Tasha

(I've never understood the fascination for spanking machines. For me
the human element is crucial. So I decided to give this a try, inspired
by one of Bigeikou's designs. It's the top left one in the Bigeikou
section on this page:

http://www.ianboy.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/Galleries/Machines/machine3.htm

Postscript: Oddly enough, I think I appreciate it a little more having
written about it. So I don't know if it still counts as 'not my kink'
or not. <g>)


It was being hailed as the future of school discipline. Teachers would
no longer have to waste their time punishing students. Nor would they
have to harden themselves against manipulative tears and pleas. The
machine was absolutely fair and impartial. And inescapable.

The headmaster decided that the only fair way to try it out was to
select a girl at random. Akiko was the unlucky one.

She stood trembling before the machine and its proud inventor. So it
wasn't an urban legend after all. Mr Bigeikou demonstrated how it
worked to Mr Nakatashi while Akiko watched with a mixture of awe and
dread. There was an adjustable A-shaped padded bench with straps
attached. A large hooked arm stood behind it, displaying a complicated
network of chains, cogs and springs. At the end of the arm were two
thin paddles. Akiko gulped.

'It's time,' said Mr Bigeikou. He guided Akiko over the bench, her
bottom raised high. He fastened her wrists and ankles to the frame. The
final strap went across her back, effectively pinning her down.

'The seat can be raised or lowered to accommodate each girl,' Mr
Bigeikou explained. 'The miscreant should be unable to move so much as
an inch.'

Akiko squirmed, but the straps held her tightly.

'I find,' said Mr Bigeikou, addressing Akiko. 'That a sound paddling is
a most effective lesson, even if a girl has done nothing wrong. Think
of it as a reminder of what will happen the next time you are naughty.'

With that he lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She moaned,
closing her eyes in shame.

Mr Bigeikou pushed a button and a whirring noise started. She heard the
clicking of gears as the first paddle drew back. Then it smacked
against her right cheek, making her yelp. The second paddle hit her
left cheek a second later and a second after that the right one struck
again. The regimented pattern was maddening. She couldn't escape it.
Again and again it whacked her tender bottom, merciless and impervious
to her cries.

She strained against the straps, but she was helpless. She had no
choice but to take her punishment, smack after smack after smack.

And through it all, the men stood in front of her, watching her face as
the machine did its job, punishing, teaching, reminding, reforming.

Finally, the whirring slowed and the paddling ceased. Mr Bigeikou freed
her from the straps and she stood rubbing her sore bottom, sniffling.

'What do you think of Mr Bigeikou's invention?' asked the headmaster.

Akiko didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head and mumbled,
'Thank you, sir.'

Mr Nakatashi beamed with pride at the inventor. 'I think it was
effective.' He turned back to Akiko. 'Thank you, my dear. You may go. I
suggest you spread the word to all your friends.'

'Yes, sir,' she whimpered. She would tell them, but they wouldn't
believe her. Not until they'd experienced it themselves. The thought
gave her some comfort.

(c) 2004 SSC by Tasha