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 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 exctasy.
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?
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