Brad in DANIP, Third Time is a Charm Chapter 5
by Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 5

The bus left the city and headed out across some rolling
farm land.  Brad had never been to the ranch and wasn't sure
how long it would take to get there, but he wasn't in any
hurry.  After a ride that was a lot shorter than he
expected, no more than half an hour, he caught a glimpse of
a long gray wall topped with barbed wire.  The bus pulled up
in front and the man got up and undid the seat belt on Brad
and told the boy in the other row to take his belt off. 
Yelling at them the entire way, the man directed them
through a guarded gate and into a drab building inside the
wall.

Most of the staff here were women in their forties, and the
sight of a naked thirteen year old boy was a first for them,
causing a lot of staring and chatter that made Brad nervous,
but he could feel his dick begin to rise slightly.  He was
trying to will it not to get hard as they were fingerprinted
and photographed.

He listened as the other boy was processed in ahead of him. 
His name was Steve Marks, and he was fifteen.  He had been
arrested for curfew violation and truancy, and these were
not his first offenses.  After the women finished typing all
the information on Steve, he was handed a green piece of
paper that read "JD 118."  He was then told to empty his
pockets and everything was inventoried and recorded.  Then
he was told to stand to the side while the process was
repeated for Brad.

"Why are you here" she asked.

"I'm not sure, I think "

"Honey, don't make this worse.  It's pretty obvious you are
in DANIP" she said, typing away.

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am" he said as she gave him a green
sheet with "JD 119" on it.  He and Steve were directed to
stand in front the door ahead of them until it opened and
then step inside.

He let Steve lead, and they waited for a few seconds before
they heard a buzzing noise and the door opened.  Inside were
three men, all of whom were dressed in brown uniform shirts
and black pants with sharp creases on the edges.  One of the
men, who was even larger than the man on the bus, got right
in Steve's face and shouted "I'm Sergeant Banks, and I have
the privilege of giving you the grand tour.  Who are you?"

"I'm Steve Marks, Sergeant Banks."

"NO YOU'RE NOT!  You are JD 118.  In here you don't have a
name.  To everyone at all times you are JD 118.  Nothing
else.  Got that?"

Without waiting for an answer he asked the same question to
Brad.

Feeling like he was ready to cry, Brad tried to sound braver
than he really was.  "I'm JD 119 Sergeant."

"What do you suppose the JD stands for?" he asked, still
shouting.

"Juvenile Delinquent" Steve said, sounding just as scared as
Brad.

"Very good JD 118, remember that."

"Once you two entered that door, you became mine.  I don't
care about your sentence, I don't care what some judge says;
all that I care about is how you spend your time here.  You
do NOT pass through that door until I say you can."

"While you are here, you will obey every command given to
you by any staff member here.  You will address us by our
last names, and you will always use SIR."  He lowered his
voice for just a second.  "Learn our names boys, and don't
forget them."

He turned suddenly to Brad and yelled "Who am I?"

"You are Mr. Banks, sir" Brad said softly.

"You WILL learn to speak like you are proud while you are
here.  I'll be watching and listening, and when someone out
there in the real world thinks its time for you to leave;
I'll be the one who decides whether or not you pass that
door.

"This is Mr. Klien.  He will escort you to the next part of
your miserable lives" he said, pointing to one of the other
men who had been standing by.

"Both of you!  Turn around and enter the door to your left
in the hallway.  MOVE!"

The boys entered the door he had indicated, finding
themselves in a locker room.

"Strip naked" he shouted at Steve, and then freed one of
Brad's hands.

"Mr. Klien, sir, I think "

"I didn't tell you to speak" he shouted, his nose bumping
into Brad's nose.  "You will NOT touch your self.  You do
NOT want to find out what happens to you in here if you
violate that rule.  IS THAT CLEAR JD 119?"

"Yes Sir Mr. Klien" Brad yelled back.

He finished releasing the mesh jumper Brad had been wearing
and tossed two carboard boxes on the floor.  "Put your
clothes in the box with your name on top of them" he
shouted.

While Steve folded his clothes and put them in the box, Brad
did the same with the only thing he had.  He put the green
paper on top.

When they were both done, Mr. Klien said "Unless you are in
your room, your hands are in one of two places.  Normally,
you will lace your fingers together and press your thumbs
into your chest.  DO IT NOW!"

He waited until both boys had their hands positioned
properly.  "The other position is done when any staff member
yells 'hands behind head.'  You lace your fingers together
with your hands behind your head and your thumbs along side
your neck.  HANDS BEHIND NECKS!"

Once again he waited until both boys had their hands right,
correcting Brad when he didn't position his thumbs properly.

"Now we come to the cavity search.  Since you both seem to
be cooperating, I'll do your mouths first."  He pulled on a
pair of latex gloves and reached a finger into each boy's
mouth, feeling along the gums.  Next he checked both ears
before ordering each boy to bend over where he then checked
the last cavity.

He then directed the boys into a room where two other boys
in blue shirts and dungarees were waiting.  Pushing Brad
back by the door he shouted at the two boys "Just JD 118. 
Do NOT touch or approach JD 119!"

"Yes sir Mr. Klien" both boys yelled together.  One of the
boys grabbed a tape measure and measured Steve's neck,
waist, leg, and foot, shouting out the measurements to the
other boy who pulled a pair of moccasins, two pair of white
socks, a pair of blue gym shorts, a pair of blue dungarees,
and two blue shirts out of numbered bins.  He stacked the
clothes in Steve's arms.

"Now, just shoes for JD 119."

"Yes sir Mr. Klien" they said again, and the first boy
measured Brad's right foot.  A pair of moccasins was handed
to him by the second boy.

"JD 118 and JD 119, turn around, go back into the locker
room and exit at the door."

"Yes Sir Mr. Klien" Steve and Brad said.  This time Brad led
the way.  As soon as they came back into the hallway they
had started in the large man put his face in front of Steve
and yelled "Who am I JD 118?"

Brad could see the look of panic on Steve's face as he tried
to remember.

"I know who you are JD 118, why don't you know who I am?"

"I don't know sir, I forgot."

Drop those clothe!  Fingers, toes, and dick are the only
thing that touches the floor.  Fingers, toes, and dick,
nothing else touches my floor JD 118."

Steve dropped the clothes and assumed the pushup position
but on his fingers instead of his palms.  He lowered himself
until his dick was touching.

"Who are you?"

"I'm JD 118 Sir" Steve said.

"I can't hear anything that whiny little voice of yours
produces.  Unless you want to spend your first night right
here on my floor you had better do better than that."

"I'm JD 118 Sir" Steve said, much louder.  Brad could see
his arms beginning to shake.

"I still can't hear you.  Mr. Klien, could you hear him?"

"No, I couldn't hear anything" Mr. Klien said.

"I'm JD 118 Sir" Steve said, even louder this time.

"And what are you JD 118?"

"I'm a juvenile delinquent Sir" he said, nearly shouting. 
Brad guessed his arms were going to give out any second now.

"You sure got that right.  JD 119, who am I?"

"You are Mr. Banks, sir" Brad sang out.

"JD 119, now do you know who I am?"

"You are Mr. Banks Sir" Steve called out, his voice breaking
with the strain.

"You got sixty days here worm" Banks yelled.  You'd better
start paying attention.  Stand up and get your clothes off
of my floor!"

"Mr. Klien, I believe he got my floor dirty, don't you?"

"Of course he did, his clothes were all over the floor, and
he hasn't washed his clothes since he's been here.  Sixty
days, you say?  I'll bet he's crying for his mommy before
lights out tonight.  He'll never find his way out of here in
just 60 days.  Why don't you take 119 to PT and see what
he's made of and I'll supervise this piece of crap while he
cleans your floor."

"HANDS 119!  You will NOT get another warning!"  Brad
quickly folded his hands on his chest.  As soon as he did he
was directed to a large gymnasium where thirty other boys
were doing sit-ups while five guards wandered around yelling
at anyone who slacked off.  Banks had him stand with his
arms behind his neck until one of the guards blew a whistle.

This is JD 119.  You will NOT touch JD 119.  Anyone who
touches him will earn a minimum of 3 days solitary with a
chance for a lot more.  Keep that in mind."

Banks joined the guards who were monitoring the workout. 
Brad had thought he was in shape, but after an hour he was
very near to collapse and they had just been ordered to run
in place.  He nearly fell over, trying to catch his breath
as Banks came over and said without shouting "Hands chest,
and just stand in place.  You're strong enough to do that."

Brad did as he was ordered and watched the rest of the boys. 
He noticed a few other boys who were also standing with
their hands folded on their chests.  As he stood there the
guards were keeping watch on the boys and had a few more
stand in place.  As Brad watched, one of the boys who had
been standing rejoined those who were exercising and Brad
decided to start again as well since he had caught his
breath by then.

"That's good, you're trying.  We reward that around here." 
"Just two more minutes, then showers.  Try to pick up the
pace some if you can."  It suddenly sounded much better to
have someone speaking to him instead of shouting at him.

The guards kept a close watch on everyone during showers. 
One guard, using a watch, called out a warning and then the
water was shut off.  Everyone put their hands together and
Brad followed their example as they left, picking up a towel
in the locker room.

All Brad could do was stand there while they dressed.  He
could see many of the boys looking at him, and sensed that
they wanted to ask him questions, but no one spoke.  As soon
as the last one was dressed they were led down the hall to a
cafeteria.

Steve was standing there at attention except for his hands
which were laced behind his neck.  He was still naked.  Brad
was pulled out of line to stand next to him.

"JD 25, tell the newbies the rules" yelled Klein.

One of the boys in line quickly recited them.  The rules
were simple: eat what you were given; remain silent while
eating, and trays and plastic spoons and forks had to be
accounted for before anyone left the room.

Brad was told to get back in line, but Steve remained where
he was.  The line snaked right past him, and boys made quiet
comments about his body as they passed; some even grabbed
him.  Their attention caused Steve to begin to get hard, and
he was blushing, but there was nothing for him to do but
stand there and take it.  Knowing how he felt, Brad passed
on by without saying a word.  After the last boy had passed
by Klien allowed Steve to get in line.

After the workout, the food was good and Brad had no problem
eating everything he was given.  Once everyone was done and
the trays and plastic turned in and counted, Brad was pulled
out by Banks, who made him move at double time all the way
back to where he had first passed through the door.

"Get in there and get dressed, then bring your property pass
out here to the hall.  You have two minutes" a guard shouted
at him.  He entered the room where the box was with his mesh
jumper and hurried into it, terrified of being late.  He
grabbed the green paper with JD 119 on it and came back out
to the hallway.

Once there, he was verbally abused for a few minutes by the
collection of guards who were standing around until Mr.
Banks came up.

"There's a bus waiting for you to take you back to school"
was all he said.  Brad wasn't sure what to do.  "You do want
to go back, don't you?  Or would you rather stay here? 
Maybe you and JD 118 could share a bed."

Brad took a step towards the door.  "WHERE IN THE HELL DO
YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Banks shouted.  "What were you told
when you came in here?"

Not sure what was happening, Brad felt a tear run down his
cheek.

"A cry-baby!  That's all you are, just a little spoiled
crybaby.  Maybe we should take you back and let you cry for
all the other juvies here, would you like that?"

"No Mr. Banks, I would not like that" Brad said, trying to
not cry any more.

Do you want to go home to your mommie?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Banks, I want to go home."

"Then why are you still here?"

Suddenly Brad thought he understood.  "Please Mr. Banks, may
I go home?"

"I thought you were too stupid to ask" he said.  "Normally
when a boy leaves here I have a long speech about not coming
back.  But I'll save it until you are assigned here for
longer than just a morning.  Always remember that as an
inmate here you won't have as much fun as you did today."

Brad wasn't sure how to take that, but he said "Yes sir, Mr.
Banks, thank you."

After a few moments the door opened and Brad quickly stepped
through.  The man who was on the bus that morning was
waiting for him and escorted him to the bus.  He was put in
the seat Steve had sat in and was told to only look at the
back of the driver's seat.  Brad was actually happy when
they got to his school.

One of the members of the SRRB was waiting for him and
escorted him to his science class.  Brad asked her if she
knew where his brother was or if he could call home, but she
said her instructions were to take him straight to class. 
When he got there, he asked his teacher the same questions.

"Bri-Bri was crying like a little baby and had to go home to
Mommie" a boy in his class said.  "Yeah, I think he wet
himself too" said another one, laughing out loud.

Brad took one turned and stepped towards the two boys.  He
could hear Brian's voice inside his head yelling "Brad, NO!"
but he continued until he was directly in front of the two
boys.  The teacher had gotten up from behind his desk and
was hurrying forward.

"What are you going to do about it Bradley" one of the boys
said mockingly.  The other boy poked his buddy in the ribs
and said to him "cool it, the teacher is coming."

"If I could get my hands on you I'd show you what I would do
about it" Brad said; his face red with anger.

"Brad Weslo! Go and sit down this minute!" the teacher
shouted.

"They shouldn't be allowed to talk about my brother like
that" Brad said to the teacher.

"And whose job is it to correct that situation?"

Brad finally got himself back under control.  "I'm sorry
sir.  It's your job to take care of problems, not mine."

"Go sit down for now, we'll deal with this later."

"Doesn't he owe us an apology too?" the boy who started it
asked.

"Carl, you and Adam are in more trouble than you can
imagine.  Don't push it any further" the teacher said.

"But the rules he's supposed to call everyone sir and say "

"I know the rules perfectly well Carl.  I've excused him for
now and told him I will handle it later; just as I will
handle this incident that you and Adam created."

Brad went to his seat and found that Brian had left his
pegged seat for him on his desk.  Still angry, he pushed it
down to the seat on the desk and sat down on it without
hesitation.  His teacher had returned to the front of the
room and said "Let me warn all of you the people who are put
into the program are not to be subjected to the type of
behavior just exhibited by two members of this class.  Any
such behavior will be dealt with in the most severe manner
allowed."

He paused for a minute, and then continued.  "Brad's bus was
a little late in returning, so we are running behind
schedule.  I'm going to call the first team up, but I warn
each of you not to overstep the limits placed on you."

"Carl Dibly, George Popel, Adam Gomer, Scott McBride, and
Carlos Diaz, we'll start with your project.  You guys are
now team 1.  Brad, if you would, please come up front and
lean over my desk."

Brad did as he was told while the five boys started setting
up equipment.  Carl, one of the boys who had made fun of
Brian a moment ago, explained the project.

"We want to see if we can measure the effects of a spanking
and determine what causes the most pain but with little or
no bruising.  Since Weslo here gets spanked every few hours
anyway, he'll be our main source, but we also will have two
elementary kids here tomorrow to see age effects.  We think
we can measure tissue damage by use of thermography which
measures the surface temperature of the skin.  We also will
check heart rate and blood pressure, and watch to see if the
subject cries."

"This afternoon we just want to get some basic measurements. 
Inspection shows some slight bruising on the right cheek
from this morning's session.  Adam, what's the skin
temperature right now?"

"Its 91 degrees" the boy answered, reading it off the device
that looked like a camera.  "Do we want to do the comparison
with Pete this time?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot.  We have permission to use Pete Baker as
a control.  If we could have him come up here and lean over
the desk next to Brad."

A very embarrassed Pete joined him and Adam moved the camera
device.  "His butt is 92.4 degrees, but that's probably
because he's been sitting on it."  The class laughed.

"Okay, now let's get started.  Carl, let us know if he
starts to cry.  And Scott and Carlos will record BP and
heart rate."

Carl leaned over the desk from the other side and looked
into Brad's face.  "If Adam and me get into trouble just
because we teased your little baby brother, we're going to
destroy your ass tomorrow" he said, just loud enough that
only Brad could hear him.

The spanking was done just like the one Brad had received
that morning, except that the boys could hit a lot harder
than the girls did.  They stopped frequently to measure and
record the temperature of his butt and his heart rate and
blood pressure.  Brad was crying by the time he had received
the second hit from the rubber strap.

When it was done the teacher told him to stand and face the
class, and Brad remembered to say "thank you sirs for that
spanking."  As he turned to the class he realized his dick
had become partially erect.

Pete was spanked the same way, and even though he hadn't had
one that morning, he didn't last as long as Brad before the
tears rolled out.  As the boys changed from using hands to
using a strap he began to roll from side-to-side to try and
escape it and one of the boys on the team had to hold him in
place.  Brad noticed they were using a shorter, more
flexible strap on Pete than they had used on him.

When he was done he also was turned to face the class, and
many students commented that his dick had grown to full
erection.  The teacher called out one of the girls who stood
up and said "Our team is looking at what makes a boy get an
erection.  We had planned to use various methods of
stimulation, but we didn't expect this.  We'll analyze it as
part of our report.  Can we modify our project to have more
boys to spank to see if this is an isolated reaction or if
it is a common one?" she asked the teacher.

"You can, but you need to get all the necessary approvals
first.  But remember, team one, the spanking team, will have
two elementary school boys here tomorrow as part of their
project.  Perhaps your team, which I'll call team 2, should
meet with them after class and work together.  But how about
if your team comes up now and starts your experiment."

The girl, along with two boys and four other girls, came
forward.  Crystal and Sandra, who were both naked and
wearing a L1O collar, were part of this team.  "We also are
looking at the differences in erections and sizes.  Notice
that Pete's penis has risen up past 90 degrees."  She took a
measurement from the tip of Pete's penis to the floor and
anther from the base to the floor, and a few seconds later
another girl said "157.3 degrees from the floor."  They then
measured the length and thickness.

"But we didn't expect him to get hard from the spanking, so
we don't have the first set of data.  We need for him to be
flaccid, and, uh "

"Brad will assist, won't you Brad?" the teacher said.

"Yes sir, thank you sir" Brad said very softly, feeling his
face heat up to match the temperature of his backside. 
"Peter, sir, may I please suck your dick?"

The class erupted with laughter, and it took the teacher
several minutes to restore order.  He indicated Brad should
proceed.  Both Brad and Pete were dreading putting on this
show in front of the class.  Pete sat on the edge of the
teacher's desk and Brad bent over to take it in.  He noticed
for the first time that the hair Pete had on his groin was
now gone.

Because of fear and embarrassment, Pete didn't stay hard and
Brad had to keep using his tongue to stimulate it.  During
one of those moments a flash went off and he turned his head
to see a girl with a camera.

"Just for the record, monitoring how you make him hard. 
Just ignore me and continue please."

But there was no ignoring her, and Pete's dick was now
completely soft.  This caused the girls from two to ask them
to stop so they could get flaccid measurements.  This time,
one of the boys took the measurements.

When they were done, the teacher said "Pete, I know you've
done this before, and I think you are holding back on
purpose, is that correct?"

"No, I mean, yeah, he's done this before, but never in front
of other kids.  I can't help it."

"Maybe you just need some more incentive.  This will be
repeated at least one each day, you already know that.  I am
going to recommend that for each time you are unable to
reach completion that your sentence be extended an
additional day."

Pete's eyes bulged out.  "But, please, I can't help it.  It
isn't fair; I can't stay hard in front of the other kids."

"Well, you've heard my solution.  If we're done here, then
I'll call the next team.  Unless perhaps you want to try
again--?"

"I'll try again, but I need to be hard, and I can't " Pete
was getting more and more nervous with each passing moment.

"I can have team one repeat the spanking again, but in the
interest of time I'll pass on that for now and give you one
more chance.  Crystal and Sandra, would you please come
forward and assist Pete in gaining an erection?  I think
that is part of your experiment."

As L1O's they had to do as ordered, so both girls came
forward and worked together on Pete's dick.  Crystal ran her
finger across the tip while Sandra softly stoked the shaft
with one hand and gently rubbed his balls with the other. 
It took a couple of minutes, but the soon had Pete back to a
full erection again.

With a hand wave from the teacher, Brad took over again.  He
didn't know what Pete was doing differently, but this time
he stayed hard and in moments Brad could feel him raise his
hips to drive deeper into Brad's mouth.  On the next down
stroke he shot, and Brad was careful to catch it all in his
mouth and swallow it down.

There were lots of comments from the class and both Brad and
Pete were red-faced.  The teacher called the next team
forward.  Three boys and three girls were on this team.  One
of the boys lead the discussion.  "We are using a product
that is designed to remove hair by working at the hair
follicle itself.  This product is being tested by the DANIP
program, and we want to determine a correlation between the
number of times the spray is used and how long it takes for
the hair to grow back.  We also want to test if using it
more than one time a day makes a difference."

"We actually started this morning with Crystal and Sandra. 
We sprayed both of them this morning and today we want to
spray Crystal a second time.  And before anyone asks, yes,
we have permission to view the results even when the girls
are done with DANIP until the hair begins to re-grow."

Crystal came forward and the boys on the team sprayed her
groin and underarms.

"If Pete and Brad could come up here now" the boy said,
waiting until they were both in front of the class again. 
"Since the girls will be sprayed for one day, Pete will be
testing the product for two days on his right side and three
days on his left.  Brad will use it for four days on the
right side and at least five on the left.  We will go longer
only if he is still in DANIP and only if we don't have any
conclusive results."

This time girls did the spraying, but they did underarms,
chest, groin, and legs on each boy.

"Pete, you're hair will start falling out in about an hour. 
You should shower tonight to wash it all off."  The speaker
looked at the teacher and said "That's all our team has for
today."

The next team had four girls on it, including Dean Apply's
sister Deloris.  Deloris said "We want to see the effect
that depriving boys of being able to masturbate has on them. 
To do this we have come up with a motor skill test.  We have
already started on my brother Dean and we will use Pete and
Brad as well."  She signed for each of them to come forward. 
She started with Pete by handing him a device that looked
like a remote control for a television.

A second girl was setting up the class's computer to a big
monitor, and when it was ready Deloris continued.  "All we
are going to do today is get baseline data.  Pete will be
our control person; he will not be restricted from
masturbation."  She gave Pete directions on what he had to
do and the computer program began to run.

"This will measure hand and eye coordination, response time,
and memory.  We want Pete to do this so we can adjust the
scores for my brother and Brad if we find that they can
improve just based on experience."

When Pete was done, Brad got his turn.  It wasn't hard, he
had to use the control to move a pointer around and open
boxes while avoiding being hit by flying dots.  Once they
had his score the team returned to their seats

Okay, we are running a little late, so team 5, do you have
enough time for your demonstration?"

A boy stood up and said "We have time for just one of the
things we wanted to show, and we'll have to hurry to get
that done" he said.

"Okay, we'll go as far as we can.  The next session takes
place in the science lab, so let's got there and let Team
five set up and tell us what they are doing.

The class would normally have moaned, or asked for a break,
or taken their time going across the hall to the lab, but
the classes so far had been very interesting and many member
of the class knew what team five was doing.  As a result,
the class was in place and ready for the team in record
time.

"Our project is biology" the boy began as the rest of his
team hurried to set up equipment.  "We want to show you what
goes on inside us.  In order to be able to do this, Dr.
McCoy is here to help us."  A man in his late fifty's stood
up and bowed his head.  "So that we can handle the
equipment, he made us practice on each other, so we know how
this feels."

"All we have time for today is one person, so since we think
the girls will get their collars off tomorrow, I'd like to
have Sandra come up and have a seat please."  The seat was a
chair that had stirrups that forced her knees open.  Sandra
had experience one before when she went for a gynecology
exam.

"In case you're wondering, the girls drew straws.  One of
them is testing the hair spray a second time and the loser
was chosen for this.  We're glad to have you with us Sandra"
the boy said.

"This little device here is a catheter that has a little
camera in it so we can see what's inside.  But first, a
little basic biology of the external reproductive features
of a adolescent girl."

One boy used a large camera mounted on a frame above Sandra
that was connected to a monitor so that everyone had a clear
image.  He zoomed it in and focused it on Sandra's groin.  A
second boy opened her vaginal lips while the first boy named
all the parts.  It was obvious that all three boys were
sporting erections.

Next they used the catheter to explore Sandra's urinary
tract, her reproductive area, and finally her intestinal
track.  When they were done the class gave them a loud round
of applause, especially from the boys in the class.

"Tomorrow we'll show you the same stuff on a boy" the team's
speaker said.

The teacher pointed out that they still had a few minutes
left in class, and he called Pete and Brad up front.  Like
all the boys in class, both had an erection.  "Pete,
considering the trouble we had with you before, I'd like you
to let Brad take care of your problem for you."  Brad was
forced to give Pete another blow job in front of his whole
class, but this time it didn't take as long.

Then the teacher called on Carl Dibley.  "Carl, we still
have four minutes left.  It has been over two hours since
Brad's last spanking so I can order another.  Is there
something your team wants to test that can be done that
quickly?"

Carl thought for just a second, and then called his team up. 
"Yes, there is.  We want to see if speed of delivery makes a
difference.  On one cheek we will administer the 32 strokes
as fast as we can, on the other we will space them out to
last till the bell rings.  We'll have to use just
temperature to see the response.

One of the boys had gone back to the classroom to get the
camera, and as soon as he returned two other boys began the
spanking.  The bell rang before the boy doing the slow
strokes was done, and they stopped and measured the
temperature.  "It actually is cooler than the other cheek,
but we didn't have time for all the strokes.  We'll have to
repeat it tomorrow" Carl said to the teacher over the noise
of the boys leaving.

"Okay.  Listen up everyone before you leave record what
you've learned today; remember that some of this is
testable.  Adam and Carl, I want you to come with me to the
vice principal's office.  Brad, you are to go to the
principal's office and wait for me there."  He then
dismissed the class.

Brad told the secretary that he had been sent to see the
principal, and she said "Oh, good, she was out by the buses
watching for you.  She wanted to see you anyway."  The
secretary called on a radio, and the principal came back in. 
She got there just as Brad's science teacher came out of the
vice principal's office and met her.

"Go wait in my office for me Brad, I'll be right in" she
said.

When she came in she took a seat behind her desk and said
"Let me start off with saying I'm sorry to you.  There was a
terrible misunderstanding this morning.  I believed the
judge, who had authorized your morning visit to Bakersfield
Boys Ranch, had notified your parents.  It is common for
someone in DANIP to not know what is going on, so it didn't
bother me that you didn't know what was going on, and I
guess I figured that nobody had told Brian either.  But the
fact is, your parents didn't know about it, and that caused
a lot of distress to them and especially to Brian.  I
excused Brian from school today because he was so upset, and
I will apologize to him as well.  The court and this school
learned a lesson at your expense today, and we've already
made a change.  From now on, a legal guardian must sign an
acknowledgement that they were notified before any child in
DANIP is sent to the BBR."

"Now that was an error on my part.  You were only sentenced
to go just one morning to the BBR in order to give you a
chance to see how life is there.  But now I hear that you
threatened two boys in your class today, is that true?"

Brad could feel the anger rising up again, and took a few
seconds to control it before answering.  "Yes, ma'am, it is
true.  But they called Brian a baby for crying and all he
was trying to do was protect me."

"That does not excuse your behavior Brad.  I'm not sure this
program is getting through to you.  You've gone from being
Brian's worst bully to wanting to beat up boys who tease
him.  That really isn't much of an improvement.  And it
won't take much at this point to have you sentenced to the
BBR instead of DANIP.  Is that what you want?"

Brad felt like crying.  "No, ma'am, I guess not.  But, you
saw how upset Brian was, and he had good reason to be upset. 
I was scared too.  It just burned me to hear them call him
names like that."

"You know, as principal of this school, I am very capable of
handing problems like that.  And I'm going to handle it. 
Carl Dibley and Adam Gomer are going to be punished and
quite severely in my opinion.  But that is my duty, and no
matter how much it 'burns' you to hear them, you do not have
permission to do anything except tell me or a teacher."

She watched his head sink down on to his chest.  "I am going
to send you back to the BBR tomorrow for a second day and
I'm adding 8 hours to your sentence.  I could give you a
whole day, but I'll accept that you acted out of love for
your brother instead of meanness this time.  But do not let
there be any more reasons for me to have to correct you for
taking it upon yourself to punish offenders at this school."

"Yes ma'am" Brad barely whispered; then he remembered and
added "Thank you ma'am."  He realized he didn't need now to
worry about the Friday SRRB his sentence now wasn't going to
be ended until ten that night.

"Your mother is picking you up in a few minutes.  I need to
discuss this with her and get her to sign the
acknowledgement sheet, so when she gets here have the
secretary call me and I won't keep her waiting.  For now,
you have a seat outside while I deal with Adam and Carl."

Brad actually felt relieved; he thought he was going to get
a whole lot worse.  Of course, there was still the chance
that Brian would be pissed at him and add to his punishment
too.  But he could deal with that.  He plopped his peg seat
onto a chair and lowered himself down over it.  The vice
principal brought Adam and Carl in and closed the door and
the blinds.

They were still in there when Brian and his mother showed
up.  Brian asked him what happened while their mother talked
with the principal.

"You idiot, what's the matter with you" Brian said when Brad
told him what happened.  "So what did the principal do?"

"I got another 8 hours added to my sentence" Brad said. 
This time he did begin to cry without even understanding
why.

"You got lucky; I hope you know that.  I'm going to have you
put a bigger peg in your seat tonight.  You know, I don't
need you to defend me; I can handle stuff like that. 
Besides, they were right, I was acting like a little boy."

"You know what the worst part of it is?" Brad asked.  "I
could hear your voice inside my head trying to stop me, but
I just ignored it."

That evening Brad invited his best friend Kevin over, and
Sam from next door.  Between them and his brother he was
able to complete the expected number of blow jobs for a
school day.


  
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