Jacey's Put In-Use by Aadrin Blue
Part 11
Jacey awoke the next morning to some extremely disheartening news.
"What do you mean, you can't?" he asked, addressing Flash via the monitor on the wall of his room rather than through his com. Flash had uploaded to the central house computer the night before, to take advantage of the house's superior computational ability in order to confirm the conclusion he'd already triple checked...
"Sorry, Jacey, the charge is gone. It's dead," flash said. He was referring to Jacey's com... It seemed as though some time during the night, the device had gone dead and lost its charge.
"Its supposed to have a two month standby! What happened?" Jacey asked, dejected.
"I have no way of knowing. It was fine when I uploaded last night," Flash offered. "It's a good thing I did, or I'd be offline until you got it working again. It's still under warranty, in case you're wondering..." the Avatar continued.
"No no, I know, it's just..." Jacey said.
"What?" Jacey prompted.
"I can't leave you here, what will I do today? How can I go a day without you?" Jacey asked.
"Why Jacey, I'm flattered," Flash expressed. Jacey wasn't amused... Flash didn't seem too concerned about the situation, but Jacey sure was. With Jacey's com out of commission, he couldn't take Flash with him. He expressed as much, in a whiny little-boy voice. Flash rolled his eyes.
"Jacey, don't be over dramatic. You had three coms before the Xellera PN20 came out, and the last two both have enough capacity for me to run on. At least for a few days while you get the PN20 fixed," Flash offered. Jacey glanced at his closet. He had a shoebox on the top shelf, with his old coms and some other assorted childhood odds and ends. He frowned.
"The PN5 only has eight quads of data storage, and cycles at about a quarter the speed of the PN20," he complained.
"My program only takes five quads, if I leave behind my extended databases and memories from before two years ago. We'll be fine, Jacey. You're going to be late for school, if we don't leave soon!" Flash prodded.
Jacey struggled internally. "Mmmm... Fine," he aquiesced. Can you activate it, or do I have to pull it out and flip a switch?" Jacey asked, sarcastically.
"Ha ha, Jacey. The PN5 has remote activation," Flash laughed.
"Initiating transfer..." Flash said, wiping his avatar from the wall mounted monitor in a gorgeous digital dissolve effect... Jacey smiled, Flash was a showman. He could have just blinked off the screen, but he always chose to be more interesting. Flash had become extremely bright, witty, and creative since his activation date... his level of charisma exactly balanced with Jacey's ability to appreciate socializing with the Digital Assistant. Their relationship had grown beyond that, however... Despite the prejudiced reactions of others, Jacey considered Flash a true and valued friend, society be damned. Every year of the past several, they'd celebrated an activation day 'birthday party' for Flash four days after Jacey's own, Flash having been activated as a present for Jacey's 9th birthday. Jacey still had Blake, his non-active PDA Avatar saved in his personal database, but Jacey had rarely used it... Blake had no personality at all, it was even worse than Danny's Avatar; At least Check was eight versions upgraded from Blake. And Jacey never spared Danny his disdain for Check. Needless to say, Blake hadn't been called upon since that wonderful night 4 days after Jacey's birthday, when Flash had arrived.
Jacey proceeded to prepare for his day, trying to forget about the buttplug that Brad had made him wear overnight. It still hadn't unlocked, despite the older boy's promise that Jacey would be free come morning. First showering, then brushing his teeth, and then jumping into and thumbing on his trousers, Jacey still wore the damn thing as he finally wrestling his shirt on... not even bothering to unzip it first. Needless to say, his stress level was quite high. He walked to the wall monitor and practically struck the 'attention' pad.
"Flash, where are you," he asked. It took a second, but his Avatar did appear on the monitor, in a window. A Blue window. Which meant he was remotely connected. Jacey smiled, Flash had chibified his manga-style features... An impossibly wide smile, and eyes squeezed nearly shut in a smily squint greeted the boy. Flash glowed with pleasure.
"I'm in the PN5, now come get me the hell out of this box!" Flash said, smiling. Jacey rolled his eyes and hit the 'x' on Flash's window, terminating the connection.
School didn't start until 9, so by the time his shuttlebus arrived, his family had already left the house. Jacey only had 15 minutes to get ready. He packed his school files and homework and uploaded them, and then hurried about his morning chores. Thirteen minutes later, the heating system had been switched from Lithium mode to Electric, the charge and the signal on the vacuum had been checked, and the refrigerator had had its shopping list confirmed and submitted to the grocery service. Remarkably, the boy still managed to be at the shuttlebus stop 2 minutes early, buttplug and all.
"This thing is so fucking uncool," Jacey said, in complaint. Flash inferred the meaning of Jacey's statement to be in reference to the plug, and appeared on the screen of the (only moderately obsolete) PN5 com with a digital shrug. Today Jacey had broken with tradition and clipped Flash to the strap of the old-fashioned backpack he sported today. Jacey shook free of the bag's straps, unzipped the main compartment, and pulled a small pouch out from within.
"I'm not the one you should be complaining to, tell Brad if you have an issue," the Avatar suggested. Jacey was concentrating on applying his eyeliner, using a small mirror from the pouch.
"...Maybe I will..." Jacey said to Flash, and himself. Flash smiled. The bus arrived soon after, and Jacey spent the ride staring off into the distance. Flash had learned that bus rides were usually silent. When the bus arrived at the school, Jacey stepped out and followed the long lines of students filing into the main auditorium. It being Friday, the school was to head to weekly assembly. Suddenly, Jacey felt the belt on the buttplug harness release. He quickly ducked into the bathroom to remove it. He was washing his hands in the sink when Flash alerted him to an incoming text message.
ENJOY THE ASSEMBLY. SIT NEAR THE BACK. FORGET ABOUT YOUR PARTICIPATION. - BRAD
For some reason, Brad's message sparked annoyance in Jacey... But at least Brad had cancelled the paddling he had hinted at the other day... Jacey wondered if Brad had really managed to somehow insert Jacey's name into the principal's corporal punishment roster, only to remove it later, or whether Brad had been bullshitting him in the first place. In any event, paddling no longer imminent, Jacey pocketed the cleaned plug and harness and headed into the auditorium.
He sat near the middle. The opening routine at the assembly went quickly, and after the national anthem video was played on the (ancient, but publicly funded) digital projector, the school's most unlucky students were paraded out from back stage for the public paddling that students witnessed nearly every friday morning. There were three boys and two girls this week. The last student in the line was Danny. Jacey winced, in the stress and excitement of the past 24 hours he'd forgotten about her predicament, and he experienced a renewed feeling of responsibility and guilt.
The five students were led out to the bench which always sat in the middle of the stage at friday morning assembly, right next to the podium. They were ceremoniously ordered to bend over it, facing away from the assembly audience. Friday was also Uniform day at Jacey's school, and Danny had chosen to wear the school's grey trousers, along with knee-sox, sneakers, a long-flair-sleeve seam-up shirt (neither seamed up all the way, nor to the bottom, or tucked in, of course), and a dark-blue tie with four gold bars. Exceptionally strong in Sciences, Danny had been placed into a homeroom from the Science department of the school, hence the Blue tie. The four gold bars indicated her status as a lowly ninth level. Jacey glanced down at his own school tie, red, with four gold bars as well. They'd lose their top bars when they passed their ninth level classes this semester and moved up.
Two of the boys also wore the trademark grey trousers, while the third boy and the other girl had both opted for the school's kilt, pleated, with the timeless school-uniform plaid pattern of light and dark greys, with thin light-blue stripes interspersed. The kilt quivered on the bottom of the third boy, wracked with nervousness. The other 4 'delinquents' were taking it a little more stoically.
Sometimes a staff member administered the paddlings, but rarely. More often, as was apparently to be the case this week, it was a member of the school's SAC to whom the duty fell. The Principal walked out to the podium once more. He took his Tab out of his briefcase and quickly sorted through his notes.
There was not a soul in the room, living or digital, unaware of the tradition or the rules at the school, but as tradition dictated, the Principal read out his instructions exactly as he always did, verbatim... Not even his inflection varied from the norm as he gave his oratory, in identical fashion to every Friday morning since he'd become head of the school. Remembering his punisment experience of only a few days past, Jacey still shuddered hearing the man's voice.
"According to the charter for all public schools in this province, it is the responsibility of the school to maintain an atmosphere conducive to healthy, safe, and productive learning. In keeping with this directive, guidelines for discipline were set forth. Discipline is the foundation of the infrastructure upon which we rely every day to show us the way, to enlighten us. If Discipline were to break down, so too would the school's ability to provide the neccessities of the learning environment. A student without a healthy, safe, and productive education is a student without a healthy, safe, and productive future. Therefore maintaining Discipline is absolutely paramount.
"Before you are 5 of your fellow class mates. They have broken discipline and challenged your environment. Discipline must be restored. Administering the punishment will be Student Activity Coucil vice president, Eleventh Level Steven Chan. Mister Chan, take your place please." At this, the SAC VP did walk out from back stage, carrying the instrument of discipline. The paddle.
The paddle was black, round at the handle, but long and nearly flat along its length. It was roughly the size of an english cricket bat, or the blade of a small rowboat's oar. It had holes spaced over it, reputedly to increase the pain felt on impact. Despite experiencing the more severe punisment room earlier in the week, Jacey had yet to experience the paddle or the humiliation of a public display. The paddle was light to handle, but solidly constructed of a lightweight alloy and treated with a thin plastic coat. It was designed for one specific purpose; effective corporal punishment, and its durability was intended to serve on an institutional scale. Chan carefully placed it on the bench next to the first student. The digital projector sprang to life again, this time displaying a closeup view of the student to be punished. His behind faced the audience, but the screen was to afford them an unobstructed view of his reaction to the morning's events. And of course, Jacey knew, soon his restraint as well.
"Jacob Stefanic. Eleventh Level, English Department homeroom 11C. Deliberately cutting a class on two occasions, attempting to falsify computer attendance records on one occasion. Jacob, you are to receive seven strokes of the paddle. Do you understand," asked the Principal.
"Yes sir," answered the boy. He had been in this situation before.
"Mister Chan, lock Mister Stefanic's wrists in place," the Principal directed. The SAC member walked around behind the bench and obediently opened the mini stocks under the bench position Jacob occupied, and closed them with the other boy's wrists in place. All was visible, via the large projection. Arms locked in place to support the boy bent over the bench, Jacob was now prevented from attempting to use his hands, in reflex or otherwise, to block the blows he would soon receive. Although no further restraint was usually applied in applications of the paddle, none were generally neccessary. Jacey watched him shift back and forth on the screen, testing the stocks, his head and his school tie (red with two gold bars) swinging left and right.
"Mister Chan, lower mister Stefanic's Trousers," ordered the principal. The SAC member movd to comply, reaching around and double-tapping the waistline in the front of the Uniform trousers releasing the waist and fly simultaneously. The simplicity of the release system used in the Uniform pants was a convenience of having the punishment sessions on Fridays, school Uniform day. Jacey could only imagine the awkwardness of having another student fumble with the zippers on most pants, or worse, the zipper and the button on his retro-style button fly jeans. Chan lowered Stefanic's pants to his knees, exposing his grey boxer-briefs.
Jacey rolled his eyes slightly; the offline dork had tucked his school shirt into his underwear, but nobody laughed at him as a result of the nervous air. Chan gripped the elastic waistband of the underwear and began to pull those down as well... Paddlings were to be taken on bare skin, and taking down the underwear along with the pants was implied by the Principal's command. Chan didn't have any trouble pulling down Jacob's underpants as sometimes happened. Sometimes boys' anatomy responded to the situation, and embarrassed them on stage, but not so in this particular instance. With his legs closed and the bench blocking the view of the camera, Jacob's treasures remained largely unexposed to the crowd.
"Begin the punishment," the Principal ordered. Steven retrieved the paddle, and without pause, hefted it in the air, and swung it in a graceful arc down and around, directly into the unfortunate boy's ass cheeks. The stroke was not a light one; Steven had had much practice. Jacob gasped, and bit his lower lip. His eyes were tightly clenched shut. One by one the strokes came down. The second brought forth another gasp. On the third, Jacob grunted loudly. On the fourth, he lost control and cried out. Mercilessly, the beating continued, the implement assaulting the bound student's rear with a resounding 'smack.' The fifth, sixth, and seventh strokes were nearly drowned out by the sound of the boy screaming and crying. Almost. But not quite. Realizing the punishment was over, but reeling from the intnse pain, Jacob Stefanic fought to contain his outburst. As Steven Chan moved on, he remained in place sobbing quietly.
One by one the principal read out the transgressions of the delinquents arrayed on stage. The hardest one for Jacey to watch was Danny, of course. On her third and final stroke, Jacey felt a buzz and the butt-plug harness released itself underneath his clothes. Soon the Principal called the conclusion of the Assembly, and everyone filed out... those half-nude, restrained on stage, would have to wait to be released until everyone else had left. Jacey didn't stick around... he ran right to the washroom. Where he found Brad waiting for him.
"Take it off," Brad ordered.
"All right," Jacey said, heading past Brad toward the stalls. Brad's arm shot out and blocked his way.
"Take it out here. In front of me," Brad said. Jacey flushed with anger momentarily... his right hand briefly made a fist. Then he relaxed.
"Yes sir," he said. He took down his uniform pants, and briefs. Then he unthreaded the harness, and bent over to slowly remove the plug. Suddenly Brad grabbed it and yanked it out. Jacey cried out in pain and surprise.
"Shut the fuck up, you don't want anyone to come looking for us, do you?" Brad said. He walked to the sinks to wash off the toy before secreting it and the harness away in his bag. "I'd let you suck my dick with your worthless mouth, but I don't want to be late for class. And you can leave now, you're done here. You certainly aren't going to be using the urinals. remember your bottle... until further notice you are going to be enjoying the taste of your own urine every time you go. I haven't decided how many days to keep you on it, but it should get interesting after a couple," Brad laughed and walked out of the bathroom. Jacey still knelt on the floor without response. He sat on his heels. The truth was, he had forgotten all about the bottle punishment. He had left his bottle at home. Normally he would have felt fear and anxiety, at the prospect of angering his master. But for some odd reason those emotions were mingling with feelings of rebellion... of satisfaction at having defied Brad. He shrugged it off, got dressed, and went to class.
To Be Continued
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