Kevin's Time in DANIP, Three Days in Hell, part 3
  by Aldric
  
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com
  
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  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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  Kevin's Time in DANIP, Three Days in Hell part 3
  
  The next morning Kevin was told he could wear shoes, socks,
  and a ball cap, and to put his bike and bike helmet in the
  truck.  After breakfast, his dad drove him over to the
  Weslo's house.  His dad waited until he had his bike and
  helmet out and then had Kevin put his hands up, locking them
  in place.  He draped two strings with keys on them around
  his neck and then headed off to work leaving Kevin standing
  naked in the driveway.  Kevin hurried to the front door and
  knocked.
  
  Mrs. Weslo answered the door and let him in without a
  comment.  "Brad is still sleeping, you had better go and
  wake him or you'll be late delivering your papers."
  
  "Um, would you please undo my arms?" he asked as politely as
  he could.
  
  "No, Brad is in charge of you today, and I wouldn't do that
  without his permission unless you were in danger.  Just go
  on back and wake him up.  If it matters, Melissa is still
  asleep too."
  
  He went back to the room Brad shared with his brother Brian,
  and the first thing he noticed was the collar around Brain's
  neck.  Brian was awake, and staring at Kevin's collar.  "At
  least mine is a lot less obvious then yours," was all he
  said.
  
  Brad woke up as soon as he heard Brian talking, and looked
  at the clock.  "Oh, I over slept, I'm sorry.  I'll be
  dressed in a second and I can grab something to eat on the
  way."  He was already pulling on clothes as Kevin asked him
  if he would unlock his arms.  "Yeah, I guess I should," he
  said, taking the keys off of Kevin's neck.  Kevin noticed he
  pocketed both keys.
  
  Kevin asked, and then pleaded, followed by begging if Brad
  would give him something to wear, but Brad refused, telling
  him to get used to it, and that it would look bad if he kept
  asking.  They rode their bikes over to where Kevin's papers
  are delivered and loaded up, with Kevin watching constantly
  to see if anyone was looking.  Brad decided it would be okay
  if he helped, and they finished the route quickly.
  
  Brad looked at his watch, and noticed that they had plenty
  of time to spare to get downtown, so he suggested going back
  to his house for more breakfast.  Kevin wasn't very hungry,
  but when Brad said maybe his mom would drive them, Kevin
  decided that was a better plan.
  
  As he walked in the door, Kevin saw Brad's younger sister
  Melissa, and he froze, covering up with his hands.
  
  "Oh boy, fresh meat," Melissa said, pushing her chair back
  from the table.  "Come over here and let me see what you've
  got hidden under those dirty hands."
  
  Kevin looked to Brad for help, but Brad told him again to
  get used to it.  "I tried to warn you to stay out of
  trouble, but you wouldn't listen to me.  Now if I keep you
  from learning, you won't change, and eventually I will be
  replaced by someone who won't help you.  And besides, I'm
  not going to risk going back into the program by helping
  you."
  
  With his head hanging down, Kevin made his way slowly over
  to where Melissa was sitting.  He kept his hands over his
  groin, causing her to order him to put his hands up.  When
  Kevin still stayed covered up, Brad went over and grabbed
  one of Kevin's arms and pulled it up, then locked it in
  place.  "Why don't you go ahead and raise the other hand
  yourself, its better then if I have to do it for you."
  
  Reluctantly, Kevin raised his hand, allowing Brad to lock it
  in place.  At the same time, Melissa lifted his penis and
  rubbed his balls, making Kevin try to step back, but she
  hung on to his balls, preventing his escape.
  
  "He has more hair than you did," she said to Brad, "and I
  think his dick is bigger too.  I'll know for sure as soon as
  I get it hard."
  
  Kevin was looking to Brad to save him from Melissa's
  manipulations, but Brad was making a point of ignoring what
  was happening.  Where's mom?' Brad asked.  "If she can't
  drive us downtown, we're going to have to leave in a few
  minutes."
  
  "I think she went next door to the Kirby's to see if Mrs.
  Kirby was going to leave Matt with you and me today or if
  Niccole was going to be home.  I wish I could go with you,
  I'd like to see how they spank the kids."
  
  Kevin was now fully erect and trying desperately to escape
  Melissa's rubbing.  "Yep, he's bigger than you too Brad." 
  Keeping one hand on Kevin's balls to hold him still, Melissa
  used her other hand to finish Kevin off, directing the
  spurts across the floor.  Once he was done, she let him go. 
  "Brian, as soon as you're done eating, I want you to clean
  this mess up," she said.
  
  "Why me?  I didn't make the mess, have Kevin clean it up." 
  As soon as he said it, Brian knew it was the wrong thing to
  say.  He jumped up and grabbed a paper towel.  "I'm sorry;
  I'll clean it up now and finish eating after."
  
  Melissa stopped him.  "Before you clean that up, add your
  own mess to it.  I swear, you are taking forever to teach. 
  Your brother knew enough to stay quiet and do as he was told
  by the second day."
  
  This time Brian didn't delay or talk back, but instead began
  to make himself hard while his sister watched over him. 
  While he was working on it, their mother came home and saw
  the mess on the floor, but didn't even say a word.
  
  "Mom, can you give Kevin and me a ride downtown?" Brad
  asked, ignoring his brother.
  
  "I can if you're ready to leave now, but that means you'll
  have to walk home.  Are you sure you don't want to take your
  bikes?"
  
  Brad looked at Kevin, who was considering which was worse,
  biking in the nude both directions, or getting a ride there
  but walking home naked.  "Let's take the ride," he said.
  
  Brad unlocked Kevin's hands and they headed out to the
  garage.  He thought about making Kevin ride up front, but
  decided to be a friend this time and let him sit in the back
  seat.
  
  Mrs. Weslo dropped them off in front of city hall, where
  they had a short walk across the lawn.  It was easy to see
  where they needed to go, a group of people had already
  gathered, and four big booths were being set up by some
  maintenance workers.  Brad saw a sign that said "Violators
  Check In Here" and directed Kevin over to it.  As they
  approached, they were joined by the most of the Baker
  family, 13 year old Pete, 11 year old Jim, 10 year old
  Susan, and Mrs. Baker.
  
  They walked up to a desk and Brad said, "I'm Brad Weslo, and
  this is Kevin Adams."
  
  Mrs. Baker pointed at her two sons and added, "And these are
  my sons, Pete and Jim Baker.  Terry Jones is here too, but
  he went inside to use the rest room."
  
  Kevin felt sick as all of the Baker kids had their eyes on
  the booths being set up.  They consisted of a solid wood
  frame with an adjustable cross beam.  Behind it were two
  spring-operated paddles.
  
  The man behind the desk pulled out some papers and after a
  few minutes of searching he found Kevin's court order.  "It
  says here you get a level 3 spanking that can be modified by
  Pete and Jim Baker and by Terry Jones.  How old are you?" 
  When Kevin answered, the man continued.  "You are a severity
  level 3, which isn't too bad, and at your age you get 14
  spanks.  The machine will be set with a value of 12 on the
  dial that determines how hard the paddle hits you, and the
  paddle will be a number 4, which is of slight thickness and
  is more flexible, so this isn't going to be as bad as you
  might think."
  
  He then looked at Pete and Jim just as Terry showed up. 
  "You boys, however, are allowed to modify his punishment if
  you want."  All three boys interrupted him to say they
  wanted to.  He continued, "Then you have to decide how you
  want it changed.  You can modify what we call the SA value,
  which comes from the severity assigned by the judge and his
  age, by multiplying it by either 1.2 or 1.5, depending on
  how much additional punishment you want him to get;  or you
  can add up to half the number of calculated strokes plus 2
  to the total number of strokes; or you can turn this into a
  type 1 spanking, but it will lower his SA value."
  
  "What's a type 1 spanking mean?" asked Pete.
  
  "We give him an ointment to rub on his backside.  It makes
  it burn, and causes the paddles to really sting more, but
  like I said, we also set the power at which the paddles hit
  him to a lower value."
  
  The boys talked for a few seconds, then Pete said "We want
  to do the SA thing, and multiply it by the most we can."
  
  The man punched a number into a calculator and looked up a
  table on his cards again.  "Okay then, he will get 14
  spanks, with a hardness of 18, and using a number 6 paddle."
  
  Brad noticed that Kevin's knees were shaking, and even he
  felt uneasy about this, but it was obvious that the other
  three boys were going to enjoy this.  Kevin was covering up
  his groin, but Brad decided to let it pass.  The man wrote
  some numbers down on a card and handed it to Brad.  "You'll
  be the second one in booth 3; they'll call you as soon as
  it's ready."
  
  A boy of about 14 was already being called up to the first
  booth.  The man standing there took the card and said to the
  people watching "This will be a type 1 spanking of 20
  strokes."  He reached down and brought up a jar and told the
  boy to stick his hand in and grab some.  The boy did, and
  then started rubbing it on his backside.  While he was doing
  that, the workers were replacing the paddles with the size
  indicated on the card and adjusting knobs on the booth.
  
  The boy was lead inside with his back turned to the audience
  and made to bend over the cross bar.  The height of the bar
  was adjusted until they had him at the proper angle, then
  his hands were chained to brackets.  Next his legs were
  stretched sideways as far as they could get them and they
  were locked in place.
  
  Kevin could hear the boy yell that it was starting to burn,
  but the workers ignored his calls.  They adjusted each
  paddle so that the end was in line with his crack.  With him
  bent over like he was, his balls and penis were hanging down
  in easy view.
  
  Lastly, they called a girl up to the booth.  She put a
  finger in the jar and spread some of the balm on the boy's
  balls, smearing it around.  When she was done, the man
  pressed a button and the first paddle swung forward, making
  a loud snap as it hit the boy's backside.  Kevin noticed
  that the paddle bent just slightly at the tip so that it hit
  inside his crack, all the way up to his exposed asshole. 
  The boy jerked and cried out, but couldn't move.  Then as
  the first paddle was pulled back by the machine, the second
  paddle released.
  
  The men had already called another boy up to booth 2  This
  boy was younger, Kevin would have guessed no more than 9. 
  "This is a level 3 spanking of 8 spanks, that has been
  modified to 14 spanks" the man yelled to the crowd.  The men
  did the adjustments and started his spanking, then moved on
  to the third booth.  Now there were two boys crying out,
  although the boy in the first booth was crying much louder.
  
  The men next called a girl of about Kevin's age up to booth
  3.  "This is a level 3 spanking of 14 strokes, no
  adjustments."  The process was repeated.  Kevin had the
  first opportunity he had ever had to stare at the exposed
  genitals of a girl, but all he could think about was his
  upcoming turn.  Brad and the other three boys were not
  missing any part of the girls punishment.
  
  By the time the paddles were swinging on the girl, the boy
  in the middle booth was done.  They released him, and as he 
  stood up the man said "Hands up" to him in a commanding
  voice.  Instead of raising his hands, the boy started
  rubbing his backside.  Immediately, the man called out "Six
  extra for not obeying instructions and pulled the boy back
  over the bar.  The boy was crying out that he would do it,
  but they showed no mercy, and pressed the button to start
  the additional six strokes.
  
  By then, the girl and the boy in booth 1 were both done. 
  The boy was crying very loudly, and they unbound him from
  the booth first, much to the enjoyment of the boys who were
  happy to be able to continue to stare at the girls exposed
  pussy lips.
  
  When the man said "Hands up" to the boy in booth 1, he
  immediately complied.  Kevin looked at him, seeing tears
  mixing with snot from his nose and running down his chin. 
  As soon as his hands were bound they released him, whereupon 
  he started to hop around from the burning on his backside. 
  Eventually, he was lead away by another boy.
  
  The process continued until Kevin's name was called out.  As
  he got up, Brad whispered to him not to cover up his groin. 
  He approached booth 3 and was turned to face the audience
  and started to cover up, but remembered Brad's warning and
  put his hands at his sides.  The man took the card and read
  "this is a level 3 spanking of 14 strokes, modified to a
  harder setting.  Kevin was turned around and positioned over
  the bar and once they had the adjustment where they wanted
  it he was strapped in place.  His legs were spread, and he
  could feel the wind blowing on his balls.  He heard the men
  turning the dials, then as they walked away the first paddle
  hit.
  
  Kevin sucked in air from the sting, but before he was ready
  the second paddle hit.  This time he cried out even though
  the pain wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.  But by
  the end, his backside was burning and each strike by the
  paddles stung even more.  Tears were running down his face,
  and he desperately wanted to be able to rub the pain away. 
  As the last paddle hit, he remembered the boy in the middle
  who got extra strokes for not raising his hands, so when he
  was released he didn't even wait for the command but instead
  put his hands up.
  
  Then it was his turn to jump around while everyone laughed. 
  Brad came up and started to lead him back, but the man
  stopped and told him "not yet, he still has the level 2
  spanking to go."
  
  Brad had missed all of that however.  Shortly after calling
  Kevin forward, Judge Eckerd came to Brad telling him he had
  both good news and bad news.  The good news was that he had
  paperwork signed by his mother and by Mrs. Kirby to take the
  collars off of Brain and Matt, and he thought it would be
  nice if Brad took them off.  "You can do it whenever you
  want, but it has to be done before midnight tonight, okay?"
  
  Brad said he would, and the judge told him the bad news. 
  "I've accepted a request from the Baker's to give control of
  Kevin to Jim and Pete for up to 12 hours.  I've explained
  the rules to  both of them, and they will let you know when
  they want him."
  
  Brad wasn't comfortable with this, but he wasn't going to
  argue with the judge.  Shortly after he left, Pete arrived
  and asked if the judge had told him about him having control
  of Kevin.  When Brad acknowledged he had, Pete told him to
  bring Kevin to the park at two this afternoon, dressed
  normally, but to leave his clothes at the top of the bluff
  where Kevin had stolen the clothes from him, Terry, and Jim
  and send Kevin down to go swimming.  Pete said they would
  call him when they were done and he could have Kevin back.
  
  Brad wanted to ask him some questions but just then Pete,
  Jim, and Terry were called forward.
  
  "Each of you have been authorized to administer a level 2
  spanking to Kevin Adams," the man told them.  He looked at
  Jim and said, "You are allowed to give him up to 30 spanks
  with your hand, and you can position him however you want." 
  The man turned to Kevin and said, "You have to count each
  one, if you forget, it doesn't count.  When he is done, you
  are to stand and face him and tell him thank you."
  
  Jim looked back to the other two boys.  Pete walked up to
  Kevin and said very softly "if you can keep from crying as
  my little brother spanks you; and if you don't get a boner,
  I'll go easy on you, Adams."  He then walked closer to Jim
  and whispered in his ear "Put him over your knee like he was
  a little boy and catch his dick between your knees and hold
  it there while you hit him."
  
  Jim smiled from ear to ear as he sat on a chair that was
  provided and Kevin was positioned over him.  He shifted
  around until he could feel Kevin's penis hanging between his
  knees, then he pressed his knees together as hard as he
  could while at the same time slapping Kevin's backside.
  
  Kevin yelled from the surprise of having his dick squeezed
  between Jim's knees and the pain from the slap on his
  already sore ass.  Then Jim hit him again, causing Kevin to
  try and shift positions, but his dick was stuck and he
  couldn't move.  After the third strike, Kevin suddenly
  remembered to count, yelling out "That's three," only to be
  corrected by the man in charge.  The friction from Jim's
  legs as Kevin kept trying to move was causing him to get
  hard.
  
  By the end, Kevin had missed calling out 4 strokes, so he
  had received a total of 34.  When he was helped to his feet,
  he had an obvious erection.  He really wanted to rub, but
  his hands were still bound to the collar.  He remembered
  just in time to turn to Jim and say, "Thank you for spanking
  me, Jim."
  
  "My pleasure," he answered, then with an evil smile added,
  "and now its time for your pleasure.  I see you enjoyed my
  spanking, now I want to see you beat off."
  
  Kevin looked around for someplace to do it, but he was in an
  open lawn in front of city hall.  A small crowd of kids had
  gathered around to watch his punishment, giving up watching
  what was still going on in the booths.
  
  The man had a key to unlock Kevin's arms, but warned him
  first.  "If you rub your backside, even once, before your
  spankings are complete, I will start you over at the booth. 
  Do you understand?"  Kevin nodded yes, and the man unlocked
  the chains.
  
  Kevin stood there inside the small circle and began rubbing
  his shaft, mixing the pleasurable feeling with the pain from
  the spankings.  He had never beat off with anyone watching,
  and a couple of times he got close to shooting, only to lose
  the feeling.  Finally he was able to close his mind to the
  crowd and complete the job.
  
  "Hands up," the man said before turning to Pete and Terry. 
  "Who's next?" he asked, and Pete told Terry he wanted to be
  last, so Terry stepped forward.  "You are allowed 20
  strokes, how do you want him positioned?"
  
  "Can we get a table from somewhere?" Terry asked.
  
  "Yes, everyone has finished checking in, so you can use that
  table," the man said, leading them over to it.  Terry had
  Kevin get on the very edge of the table with his knees on
  the outside of the legs and his chest on top.  They pulled
  Kevin's hands down as far as they could and then bound his
  legs, so that Kevin was stooped over with his cheeks spread
  apart.  However, that wasn't the target Terry was hoping
  for.  This position gave him access to Kevin's inner thighs
  next to his balls.
  
  The first stroke proved his plan was a good one as Kevin
  screamed out, but remembered to count it.  Terry then laid
  down slap after slap as hard and as fast as he could,
  alternating sides.  Kevin yelled out in pain after each one,
  but managed to keep count.  When it was done and he was let
  up, Kevin remembered to turn and say thanks to Terry.
  
  Then it became Pete's turn.  Pete had them bound Kevin
  between two booths in an x-shape, hands and legs spread
  wide.  But Pete wasn't out just for pain like Terry had
  been.  The booths were all empty now and Kevin was the last
  boy still being punished.  Spread out like he was, he was
  exposed to everyone in the crowd, and more people were
  arriving as the day progressed, making this spanking the
  only event.
  
  Pete's first strike took Kevin by surprise and he missed
  counting it.  But Pete was not in any hurry and the second
  strike didn't land until almost 30 seconds after the first. 
  Between hits, Pete was keeping up a running commentary about
  how Kevin's punishment was going to progress.  After
  anywhere between 15 seconds and a minute, he swung one of
  his arms as hard as he could, snapping his wrist just before
  it made contact with Kevin's sore backside.  He was hoping
  to catch Kevin off guard, and succeeded.  On the 17 hit,
  Kevin forgot where he was in the count and called it 15
  again, and the number stuck, giving Pete 2 extra strikes. 
  Just before the last one, he said "And just think, we get to
  come back and so this tomorrow and the next day too."
  
  Once he was untied, he turned to Pete with tears running
  down his cheeks.  "Thank you Pete for spanking me," he said
  as he was instructed.
  
  "Now you can rub," the man said, calling Brad up.  "I don't
  know what you did to those boys, but I'll bet you wish you
  hadn't ever done it.  See you again tomorrow"
  
  Brad undid the chains on his arms and Kevin rubbed his very
  sore butt trying to ease the sting.  "I'm sure glad we
  didn't bring bikes, I doubt if I could sit on the seat after
  that."
  
  It wasn't even 11 in the morning, so Brad decided to bring
  Kevin to his house so he could pick up Brian and Matt.  As
  long as they didn't do anything wrong, Brad intended to
  remove their collars before he left with Kevin for the park.