ATONEMENT Chapter 2
I followed them both to a locked door that led to the basement.
"I have the key and I keep it on me at all times. No one comes in here without
my permission," Henry explained as he unlocked the door. "Please follow me.
Watch your step."
It was a large basement. At one end was a workbench with tools, computers and
test equipment. In the center of the room was a contraption fed by wires and
hydraulic hoses. At the center was a low cube with a padded top and an inclined
pad below the top on either side. A frame supported an upright enclosure
attached to the right side of the bench next to the padded top, and from the
enclosure an arm extended to the side. The arm had two swivel joints in it. I
would have called them an "elbow" and a "wrist". To the rear of the apparatus
was a console with a control panel and what were apparantly optical sensors of
some kind pointed at the bench. On the wall several implements fitted with
attachments hung on hooks. There were several paddles of various sizes and a few
thin rods.
"This is the junior model of my machine, " said Henry proudly. "As you can see
the business part resembles an armless chair with a padded seat. The person to
be punished lies across that padded top and is buckled in with straps. It's
rather like being positioned across someone's lap. Think of it as a mechanical
chair with an arm extending out of the chair back. The arm has two swivel joints
and can move vertically as well as around an axis of rotation so that the angle
of the striking implement can vary from up-down to 45 degrees to straight
horizontal. Precision, fast release hydraulic cylinders and servos control the
arm motion."
Henry seated himself at the console and flipped some switches. A crt display
flickered to life showing the back of the spanking bench. "Jessica, if you
please, assume the position, my dear."
"Oh, Henry, no not in front of..."
"Right now dear," said Henry with a smile, but the tone of his voice said he
meant it. "She overspent the credit card again," Henry explained turning to me,
"so I guess a little demonstration is in order."
Jessica shot us nervous smile and approached the bench. She lay across the bench
thus presenting her gorgeous rump which spread and filled the CRT screen. Henry
flipped another switch and Jessica's ass took on the appearance of a 3D
topological image. Since she was partially bent at the waist, her bottom was
nicely presented without being stretched taut.
"The ah, target area is being scanned by a laser. This 3D representation will be
loaded into memory. The mechanical arm is calibrated according to this image so
that when the program is run, the strikes of the implement we choose are 100%
accurate. The software accepts commands from this console here." Another screen
displayed a windows-type interface with toolbars and dialog boxes. Henry
continued, "We can program force--light, medium or hard--repitition rate--up to
4 spanks per second--, dwell time--like a fast smack and release, or, swat and
hold it there for a few seconds, and combinations of all of the above. In fact I
have devised several canned programs for different types of spankings. For
example, a disciplinary paddling might call for 10 hard licks spaced evenly
apart--maybe 20 seconds or so, with a medium dwell time. A brisk spanking for a
minor offense might be 2 minutes of repetitive spanking with hard slow smacks
alternating with lighter rapid flurries. In the production model the operator
will be able to program his or her own. The arm is programmed to move both
vertically and horizontally to cover the target area in a random fashion so that
the implement does not always strike the same place or at the same angle."
"Amazing," I said. But it was hard to concentrate on the technical stuff. My
eyes were on Jessica's luscious rear. The fabric of the jodpurs was stretched
tight across her magnificent behind and I could see the panty line of small
triangular bikini panties through the material.
"Now here," said Henry, rising, and gesturing toward the wall, "are implements
that may be attached to the machine. Each one has a code that is entered and the
software calibrates the machine specifically for its use.
Ah, I think this will do," said Henry selecting a rectangular paddle made of
some dark synthetic material. "This is a rather light springy composite, just
the thing for correcting a naughty wife who overspends the credit card," he
chuckled.
The paddle clicked into a holder and locked into place. Henry patted Jessica's
rear and drew a strap across the small of her back and buckled it. Another strap
went across her legs. Her arms hung straight down gripping handgrips. Henry sat
down at the console again. He pulled up a file that said "Discipline2.exe" and
hit "enter". The machinery started to hum. The arm moved in and pressed the flat
of the paddle firmly against Jessica's rump. She flinched at the contact.
"It's automatically calibrating the servos with the laser rangefinder," said
Henry. "The machine now knows the exact position and contour of Jessica's
behind." A new screen sprang up, evidently a user interface. There were all
sorts of controls, rather like a virtual CD player. Henry positioned the cursor
over a green button.
"Are you ready Jessica?"
"Oh...yes darling, but please not too hard."
"Only as you deserve, dear. Here we go." And Henry clicked the mouse. The arm
pivoted smoothly back, then quick as a flash it rushed forward planting a hearty
smack! on Jessica's tightly presented bottom. Jessica gasped. A second later it
repeated. Smack! And again. Smack! And again. Smack! The paddle spanked
Jessica's seat at two second intervals making dry smacking sounds as it popped
against the generously full rounded contours of Jessica's rump.
"Oooh, Henry, it's set too high! Ow...ow...ow!"
"Maybe next time, sweetheart, you will watch the spending?"
"Ow! Ouch! Yes, Henry," she squealed, trying to wriggle.
The machine was certainly efficient...and smooth. It spanked with a fluid
motion, very natural. And the spanks were spread around. The arm made continuous
minor adjustments in position to randomly spank the entire surface area of
Jessica's ass from the backs of her thighs to the crowns of her swelling cheeks.
Her butt wobbled with the sharp impacts of the paddle even through the material
of the jodpurs. Jessica had little room to wiggle, but she tried.
After about 30 smacks, the machine stopped. Henry rose and unbuckled the straps
allowing a flushed Jessica to rise and rub her bottom vigorously.
"Well, what do you think, sir?" boomed Henry, his arm around Jessica, consoling
her.
"Er, very impressive, Henry. I can see the potential."
"And that's not all," said Henry, who walked in his limping gait toward a larger
structure hidden under a dropcloth. "Shall we show him your special machine,
dear?"
"Oh, Henry, I don't know...". Jessica was busily rubbing the lush contours of
her seat. She was flustered but there was an underlying tremor of excitement in
her voice.
"Come now, Jessica, we must disclose all to Mr Hand if he is to help us."
Henry pulled on a cable which lifted the dropcloth. Underneath was a similar
machine, only larger. This one had a central padded bench to support the upper
body. There were two kneeler pads separated by a V-shaped gap which would be
between the legs. A rail supported a rectangular box and extended to the rear
through the "V". The box apparantly slid along the rail. The top of the bench,
right at the point where the pelvis would rest, had a small rounded pad with
what looked like rubber nubbins on it. There were two towers housing the motors
and servos, one on each side. Each had an arm.
"Now darling, if you will disrobe, we can proceed."
"Oh, Henry, please...it's so embarrassing." But even as she said it, Jessica's
fingers toyed with the buttons on her blouse.
"Jessica, you will strip immediately." Jessica shuddered at Henry's commanding
tone and lowered her eyes.
I had the feeling that this was a delicious game the two of them played from
time to time for the benefit of themselves as well as for visitors. Jessica
unbuttoned the blouse and took off her bra, freeing her tremelous breasts which
were both high set and full. She unzipped the black boots on the side and
stepped out of them. The jodpurs were next. She turned around to take her pants
down. They were so tight she had to wiggle her hips a bit to tug them down. Sure
enough she was wearing scanty bikini panties under the pants. She was lovely to
behold. Long legs and a slender waist only emphasized the swelling cheeks of her
sumptious rear end which was a hot pink as a result of the spanking. Clad only
in the skimpy panties she turned to the front, her hands held demurely across
her breasts hiding her nipples.
"The panties too, Jessica. Everything."
With a gasp that caught in her throat, Jessica obeyed her husband's command and
slid the panties down, revealing red pubic hair. Then she stood with one hand
attempting to shield her crotch and the other her breasts. Neither was hiding
much.
"Assume the position, Jessica."
Jessica turned and I followed the lascivious undulations of her ass as she
walked to the apparatus and knelt down on it, thrusting her hindquarters high in
the air and spreading her legs apart. Henry drew straps across her back and the
calves of her legs. She shivered at his touch as he patted her rump when he was
done. Then Henry selected two implements from the wall. One appeared to be a
leather paddle, oval in shape, the other was a slender wand. Henry fastened one
to each arm of the machine.
"You will notice now that with this machine Jessica's hands are not bound. They
could be, but I allow my darling to use these controls for her own pleasure."
What Henry indicated was a small console on the front of the bench with some
knobs and buttons on it. "Where the first device is purely disciplinary, this
version can give pleasure as well. First, however, Jessica's discipline is not
yet finished."
Henry sat at the console and operated the mouse. The machine hummed and the
leather paddle arm moved back. Henry clicked again and the leather paddle began
to deliver a rapid flurry of spanks to Jessica's jiggling ass, landing sometimes
on opposite sides, sometimes on one side several times in a row. Jessica bucked
and squealed. "Owwww! Henry! Please! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
The paddle stopped and withdrew. The opposite arm which held a flexible switch
or wand drew back.
Swissh...whack! Swissh....whack! The arm whipped down on Jessica's reddened
bottom cheeks at 10 second intervals.
"Yeoww!...Ooooh!....Ahhh!...." Jessica yelped with each whippy stroke.
As the machine continued the whipping, Henry turned to me, seemingly oblivious
to his wife's distress.
"You see, I could go for coffee and the machine would continue, thoroughly,
relentlessly. The result--a well-punished miscreant. Don't you agree dear?" he
said turning back to the beautiful penitent before him whose buttocks now
sported a collection of fine red weals.
Jessica had received maybe 20 licky strokes with the switch when Henry stopped
it.
"Now I want you to notice something. Jessica is breathing heavily and
perspiring. She is also aroused as you can tell by looking between her legs.
Don't be embarrassed, Jessica is quite the exhibitionist."
Indeed, I could see the pouting folds of her vagina glistening with moisture.
"Now I will turn the controls over to Jessica," said Henry, selecting a command
from a dialog box.
Jessica had pushed a button and a humming sound could be heard.
"That is a vibrator in that small knob at the top of the bench under her
pelvis," explained Henry as Jessica started to rock back and forth, moaning
softly. "She can press her clitoris against that knob and control both frequency
and intensity. If she wishes she can control the paddle or the switch as well."
Just as he said this, Jessica pushed a button that caused the leather paddle to
smack her behind sharply 6 times. She shuddered and groaned, and ground her mons
against the knob writhing in a circular motion. She appeared to be in the throes
of ecxtasy.
She pushed another button and the purpose behind the strange box on the rail
became apparant. A lid unhinged and slowly a life-sized dildo began to emerge.
The 3d view on the monitor focussed on Jessica's moist slit. The dildo moved
forward along its track until it was positioned at the entrance to her vagina.
As it rose and slid forward, Jessica shifted herself slightly so that the hard
member slid easily into her wet sheath. Jessica moaned and bucked her hips as
the artificial penis began a reciprocating motion simulating a vigorous fucking.
Jessica emitted animalistic noises and writhed in shameless arousal as the dildo
and vibrator did their work. From time to time the paddle would deliver a flurry
of smacks or the switch would descend. Jessica appeared lost in a sexual
delierium. Spurred on by thwacks of the paddle and licks from the springy
switch, Jessica willingly impaled herself on the pulsating dildo and rode it
with a frenzied motion. The thrashing of her body, skewered on the implements of
sweet torture signalled an approaching orgasm. When it came she screamed with
pleasure as her body stiffened. When she stopped and slumped, limp, Henry shut
off the machine. She was soaked in sweat. The dildo was covered in her juices
and the musky odor of sex filled the room.
"I have to monitor her. She would go all night. This machine is highly
addictive, you see."
I could see the problem--a pleasure machine that one could control. One could
approach climax and call for application of the rod to slow things down, then
build up again. Or program it for a light spanking to intensify the sexual
sensations from the dildo and vibrator--or, the combinations were endless.
Henry released Jessica and brought her a robe. We left her to compose herself
and returned to Henry's study.
"What I am puzzled about is how Corpun knew I even had this machine," he said
shaking his head. "I certainly won't give it to them as they are demanding I do.
I don't want to sell to them, but I might license them if the terms are good
enough."
"How did they find out? Who else knew about this but you and Jessica? Your
daughter?" I inquired.
"Libby? No, not her. She has no interest in my work. She's a sweet child but I
am sad to say, somewhat flighty. She has never been the least bit curious about
what lies in the basement. To her it's just daddy's stuffy old gadgets."
"What about servants? Workmen?"
"I never let anyone go down there. It's always locked."
But I was thinking it might be interesting to talk to Libby. That could be
arranged since Allison was her sorority sister.
"I would like for you to talk to Corpun's lawyers," continued Henry. "See what
they really want--buy me some time. And try to find out how they knew about my
invention."
I told Henry I would drive back to DC and arrange a meeting as soon as possible.
I also told him that I would like to speak to his daughter. "Sometimes kids will
tell another adult things that they would not tell a parent."
Henry agreed with my assessment but added that he didn't think Libby knew
anything.
As I left to drive back, I chanced to look up. Behind a parted curtain was
Jessica's face flashing me an inviting smile. Part of a shapely leg was visible
below. I could only think, what a family! What could Libby be like?
