Kevin's Time in DANIP PART 3 (pedo,boys,exhib)

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Kevin's Time in DANIP, Three Days in Hell, part 3
by Aldric


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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.
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