“Lukas, the Robot, and the Red Globes”
(F/m nc, m/m nc)
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“Are you ever going to be happy with that
thing?” Sitting on the recliner in the Bennetts’ den,
16-year-old Jordan Kerstin flipped the basketball in the air and caught it on
the tip of his index finger. Standing by the working table, 14-year-old Lukas
Bennett shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Yes. I’ll be happy with it when it’s ready.” The young blonde’s lean fingers flew on a keypad
as he spoke. Connected to the keypad was a home-made robot looking slightly
like the Mars landing probe Pathfinder: eight small wheels, a flat top
surface with solar power cells, and a camera in front. Lukas had named it Mathfinder:
it was his project for the county high school science fair that was to be
held in two days in his hometown. “Yeah, sure… why not…” said He couldn’t get one software routine to work
as it should. Without it, Mathfinder couldn’t have fulfilled its only purpose:
scanning a pre-set environment for objects and counting those that shared
similar characteristics (shape, color, etc). It was a very advanced
engineering project for a young teen, but Lukas was a young teen with a lot
of talent as well as a very serious ambition: enter the Massachusetts
Institute of Technology, the most prestigious school for aspiring scientists
in several fields, including Lukas’ passion—robotics. “Everything should be in place,” he muttered
to himself. “I don’t get it, why doesn’t it… hey!” He startled as he felt “Jord, not now. C’mon, I gotta…” “You sure?” “Yes… please… maybe later?” he said with
another blush. “Alright. You’ve got another half an hour,” Lukas nodded. “Okay. Take it easy… I mean, I
lov…” “Ack! Stop. None of that soft stuff. ‘Take it
easy’ is just fine.” Lukas rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.” “Whatever,” “See ya…” Lukas took a deep breath and stood in silence
a moment. His own hand slipped back and cupped one bare cheek of his bottom,
not entirely devoid of baby fat yet. He sighed. At least it had been free of
spankings for almost two months now—with the exceptions of The boy shook his head and returned to Mathfinder.
He knew he would not be able to get it to work right before the fair on
Saturday. He also knew that his classmate Clarence Calhoun, a boy with a big
brain and an equally huge attitude problem (not to mention a thick wallet),
had something “astonishing” in store… As to what, it was up for grabs. It was
rumored that he was not the author of his own work, that he had hired
professionals to do things for him, but of course this was high schools and
rumors were as worthless as junk. Either way, not in a million years would Lukas
let Richie Rich steal the show at the fair. But how to beat Calhoun if
Mathfinder wasn’t working? A dangerous plan began to form in the mind of
the young Bennett. His bottom tingled in response, sounding off the alarm,
but Lukas ignored it. ~*~ “Three!” Lukas exclaimed. “Bullshit, that’s a two-pointer.” “It’s not!” “Whatever,” said “Just by one.” “Okay, I’m still ahead by one. There, happy
now?” Lukas grinned and shoved “Hey!” Lukas protested. “Ball’s mine, you brat.” “Then come get it!” “Oww!!” yelled the boy. “Aha! Who’s a softie now?” said Lukas with a
grin as he dashed right past him. Just as “Yes! I’m ahead now!” “Just you wait till I get you home, Lukas
Bennett,” said “Ooh, I’m sooo scared!” “You should be. I’m going to take down your…” “Is he still bossing you around, Bennett?” Both boys froze. The voice came from the
other end of the playground. Lukas looked and saw Mr. Derrick’s plump face
and easygoing features. The science teacher was wearing a white shirt and a
dreadful polka-dotted lime green tie. “Uh, I… well, kind of,” Lukas admitted,
blushing. The man walked up to the boys and “Mr. Derrick… nice to see you again.” “Spare me,” said the teacher. “I know you
never cared for science, or for me. Both are okay.” “But this guy over here,” said Mr. Derrick,
slapping Lukas’ perspiring back and making the boy grin, “he’s got the
numbers to make it big.” “That’s why I boss him around,” said Lukas nudged “I came to inform you that you will present
your project in the main stand,” said the teacher. “You are the only freshman
presenting such advanced work and I think you deserve the honor.” Lukas’ eyes gleamed and he had to keep from
jumping up and down on the spot like a toddler. “Oh my god, that’s like awesome!” Mr. Derrick smiled. “You deserve it. Clarence
Calhoun will be there too. He’s come up with something just as impressive:
you really should see it.” That was a huge turn-off, but Lukas hid it
well. Instead he nodded and agreed it was quite the honor to be allowed to
present in the fair’s main stand, which was usually reserved for teachers and
older students like Clarence Calhoun. “Yeah, that’ll be great.” “Good, good,” said Mr. Derrick. “So, is
Mathfinder ready?” “Uh… yeah, works wonders,” said Lukas, trying
to ignore the pang in his chest. “Good, can’t wait to see it in action. Well,
that’s all I had to say. Saw you playing from the lab window, and… well, I’ll
let you boys go back to your game.” “Thank you so much, Mr. Derrick,” said Lukas. “Yep. See you on Saturday. 11 a.m. sharp.” “Yes, sir.” When the teacher was out of earshot, “Was that a lie I just heard, Lukas Andreas
Bennett?” The boy felt another pang, even stronger, but
concealed that too and turned to face “No… it’s the truth. It’s ready.” “Whoa.” “Yeah,” said Lukas, regaining the ball. “See
what happens when you leave me the heck alone, for once?” And he sprinted
toward the basket again. “Oh boy, are you gonna get it when we’re back!” ~*~ Lukas spent the night before the fair fine-tuning
Mathfinder. He gulped several times as he tested the robot, knowing he was
not supposed to be doing what he was doing—and yet not strong-willed enough
to stop doing it. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he nearly dropped
his tools to the floor when he heard his parents come downstairs. “It’s eleven, hon,” said his mother, Frances,
a tall, once-beautiful woman with flowing red hair. The boy gave a feeble smile. He tensed when
he saw his father Bill—a brawny man, if a bit on the large side—reach for the
table to examine the robot, but he knew the man was clueless when it came to
technology and would have never found the… well, yeah. “I know. I’ll be going to bed soon,” said
Lukas. “I just want to make sure everything’s alright.” “So how does this work again?” Bill asked. Lukas sighed. “It’s really easy. The camera
takes pictures of the objects in front of it…” Lukas placed a large black foam board (to use
as background) in front of the robot’s camera, then set a yellow tennis ball
and two cubes—one yellow, one blue—against the board. His parents stood
cross-armed, having seen this already but wanting the boy to relieve some of
his tension. “Mathfinder’s Artificial Intelligence
recognizes very basic things, like, colors for example.” He keyed in a short sequence, and after a few
seconds Mathfinder’s built-in black-and-white display read, “2 object(s)
yellow, 1 object(s) blue.” “Wow,” said “It’s the heuristic algorithm I loaded into
the software matrix,” Lukas said, and then thought it needed to be simplified.
“Well, yeah, I mean, Mathfinder compares what the camera sees to its color
library, like when you choose the color of your type when you write an
e-mail. It only works for very general shades of colors, but… yeah. And
then…” He typed another short sequence, and the
robot wrote: “2 cube(s), 1 sphere(s)”. “Impressive!” Bill exclaimed. He had never
seen that one part: last time he checked, Lukas was still working on shape
recognition. “It’s easy,” Lukas explained. “Mathfinder
knows that the only solid with 8 equidistant vertices is a cube, and that a
perfect solid shape with no vertices is a sphere. So… yeah, it’s easy.” The young teen gulped as he finished speaking,
but basked in his parents’ appreciative smiles. “Way to go, champ,” his father said. “You might as well have spoken Arabic as far
as I’m concerned!” said his mother with a chuckle as she hugged Lukas from
behind and kissed his head. “That’s why I’m going to go to the MIT and
you’re not,” said he, snickering. “Such a sassy mouth!” said “Ow!” The boy feigned pain and pulled away,
smiling. “I… I’ll be up in a few mins, okay?” “Alright,” said Bill. “Don’t take too long.
You need your rest.” “Yes, sir. See ya tomorrow.” “Goodnight, sweetheart.” ~*~ At 8 a.m. the following morning, “Anything I can help with?” he said as he
waited for Lukas to come out of the shower. “Not really…” said Lukas from within. “You okay?” Lukas turned off the water and stepped out of
the stall. He grabbed the towel “Yeah, I’m alright.” “B.S. You don’t look alright.” “I’m just nervous. You know, the fair and
stuff.” “Hmm…” Eventually, though, the younger teen sighed
and shook his head. “I just wish I had a few more days, is all,”
he mumbled. “Why’s that?” “Just… Mathfinder… it’s fine, really, but… I
need a couple more days.” “I mean… n-nothing,” said Lukas. “Get out,
please, I gotta get dressed.” “What do you mean?” Lukas sighed again. “You… you promise not to
tell anyone?” “Promise.” “And to not be angry?” “That, I can’t promise.” “So what’s up, buddy?” “Uh…” Lukas brought his knees up to his chest and
wrapped the large towel around the whole lower half of his body. He gulped
and shook his head, then hid it between his knees for a minute. “I… Mathfinder wouldn’t have worked right if
it wasn’t for… well… if it wasn’t for a little ‘help’…” “Help? What do you mean? And please remember
I know nothing about robots.” Lukas nodded. “It’s just… you know how it can
recognize colors and shapes? Well, it can’t. The colors are fine, but the
shapes… I can’t get it to count the vertices properly, because the orthogonal
projections in the camera’s CCD sensor matrix are always off the scale, and…” He realized he was talking jargon and
stopped, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. What I mean is, I have had to
tell Mathfinder which shapes are going to be there today at the fair…” He
started the sentence loud and clear, but finished it in almost a whisper. “It
doesn’t really work… it’s just programmed nicely…” “You mean you cheated?” Lukas nodded very feebly. “Like…” Again, Lukas just nodded. It was as simple as
that, and the naked truth ashamed him greatly. “I’m sorry… I just…” He felt a big sob come
up from his chest and tried to repress it, failing. Lukas shook his head no. “I tried, but…” “No, by fixing it I mean, can you remove the
cheat?” Lukas squeezed his eyes and hung his head for
a few seconds before uttering a meek “yes.” “Good,” said “But… everyone’s going to think that I…” “Two,” said “ “And I won’t. You will.” In a second he sat back down on the bed, took
Lukas’ towel off, and pulled the startled boy across his lap. “ SMACK! “Ow!” “I didn’t think you would ever lower yourself
to that, Lukas,” said His large, basketball player’s hand came
crashing down Lukas’ small and round bottom time and again. Such hearty
smacks on a still humid skin from the shower made Lukas yelp and wriggle all
over the place. “Oucchh! Jord, it hurts!” “You’re serious with this science thing,”
said “But I won’tttt!” Lukas protested. “This is…
OW!… it was just so I’ll have a b-better chance… OW!… to *get* into the MIT!” “That doesn’t work, Lukas,” said “I’m sorry… sorry… please, no more!” But “You’re going to fix this as soon as I let
you up,” “Oww!!” the boy yelled. “Yes, okay, okay!” “And you’re going to tell your parents as
soon as we’re back home from dinner,” “Ahhoww! Y-yes… I will…” “Good.” Finally, after almost three minutes of
non-stop, hard bare-bottom spanking, Only after several minutes did Lukas feel
like getting up. He stood in front of “I’m sorry…” he said. “You know I’m not like
that… please… you know…” He raised his pleading, teary eyes to “I promise… it was a one-timer.” “That’s good to hear. C’m here now,” said He wrapped Lukas in a tight hug that the younger
boy cherished immensely. But all too soon he was being gently pushed away and
“Hold on, let me put my clothes on.” Lukas blushed yet again. He never thought
highly of himself physically, and it was hard to get used to the fact that “Well… clothes can wait, after all,” said
Lukas. “My butt hurts too much for even underwear right now anyway!” ~*~ The fair was a success. No one cared too much
if Mathfinder was not working 100%. What mattered to most
observers—especially teachers, especially from other schools—was that the boy
behind it had a very clear idea of what was right with it and what instead
needed more work. Besides, the project itself was dazzling and very thorough
for a 14-year-old. Clarence Calhoun’s fully-functional
water-based engine attracted much less attention. “The goal, here,” Mr. Derrick explained as
the students sat under a gazebo drinking a cooler (with Lukas wishing he
could use one for his hot bottom…) “is not to get everything right, but to
understand what’s wrong and keep working on it. You learn so much more from a
failed experiment than you do from a successful one. It is science: it takes
time.” Lukas nodded, for he knew it was true. Mr.
Derrick had always stressed on science ethics in his classes, and now Lukas
wished it didn’t have to take a stinging bottom to remember that. As for Clarence Calhoun, he listened very
absentmindedly to all that. True, his own project worked perfectly—as is
often the case when you pay someone more experienced to do the job in your
place, and then present the results as your own. But of course, Mr. Derrick
and the other students would never know that those rumors were true. Bill and Frances Bennett admired Mathfinder
for what it could do—recognize colors almost flawlessly—and listened to the
suggestions that several teachers and casual onlookers had to give. Lukas
dutifully noted down everything, promising to keep working on it. By the end
of the fair he was sure he had pinned down exactly what was wrong with the
robot, as well as how to fix it. “Remember,” said Mr. Derrick as he helped
Lukas load the robot in the trunk of the car. “No good scientist ever works
alone: those who do end up failing miserably. Scientific method, testing, and
the scientific community are essential fundaments. Today was not a failure:
it was science.” Lukas would remember these words for as long
as he lived. But that afternoon, all he worried about was
the very hot bottom that his parents would give him once they learned what
had happened. ~*~ Nine in the evening. Lukas sat on his bed twisting the hem of his
pajama pants. He wore no shirt, nor socks. Mathfinder rested on the smaller
working table in the boy’s room, partly disassembled and surrounded by
blueprints and new ideas. Neither parent had been proud to learn that
their son had cheated, nor had they liked However, both were in agreement that Lukas
did indeed deserve a sound spanking for his behavior, and both were glad—if
nothing else—that Jordan’s intervention had kept Lukas’ temporary dishonesty from
being uncovered, which might have had disastrous effects on his passion. Eventually the boy had been sent to his room upon
coming home. Two hours later, both parents showed up. Lukas gulped and looked
up to the door… then gulped again, harder, when he saw his father carry his
old fraternity paddle. The boy bolted to his feet. “Dad… Mom…” “Sit, Lukas,” said The paddle was a two-foot long, four-inch
wide, and three-quarters-of-an-inch thick piece of polished wood with mottos and
Greek letters drawn all over. Lukas knew his father still held on to that relic
of his school days, and although threatened with its use every now and then,
Lukas had never experienced that one paddle’s kiss on his bottom. “What happened today was very serious,” said
Bill, pulling out Lukas’ chair from under the desk and placing it in the
middle of the room. The boy hung his head and took a deep breath.
“I know. I’m so sorry…” “We know you’re sorry,” said A few moments of awkward silence followed. “Yes, ma’am,” Lukas said in a whimper. “Now I want the truth, Lukas Andreas,” said
Bill. The boy shivered at the use of his middle
name. “Y-yes…?” “Did Lukas blushed to the tips of his ears. For a
moment he looked at the situation from a fly-on-the-wall perspective. He was
sitting on his bed half-naked, looking at a hard spanking with a monster
paddle brandished by an angry parent who was asking details about the
spanking he had received from his gay boyfriend. It was so absurd Lukas
wanted to laugh… but that was very short-lived. “I… I almost cried,” Lukas said, looking at
the carpet, very humbled. Bill and Frances exchanged glances. They knew
how hard it was to make Lukas cry after a spanking: the boy could be so stubborn
and proud. “I see,” said Again, Lukas nodded wordlessly. “It… it made me change my mind about cheating
to begin with,” he said then. “I’m sorry… I won’t do it ever, ever again.
I’ve learned my lesson, now.” Deep down he knew he was still in for a
paddling no matter what, but the tiny sparkle of hope of being let off kept
him going. “Very well,” his father said. “We are glad
that things went the way they went ultimately. But that doesn’t take away
from what you were planning on doing.” Lukas squeezed his eyes shut and his hands
reached under himself, cupping his now-tingling bottom cheeks. “Since you appear to have already learned
your lesson,” Bill continued, “and you eventually did make the right choice,
all you get tonight is six smacks, as a strong reminder. We want this experience
to really stick with you, Lukas. We want you to think as this punishment as
highly symbolic, and to connect it to this incident. Do you understand?” The boy swallowed hard, but at the same time breathed
a sigh of relief. Six smacks was nothing—at least, nothing compared to what
he might have been getting. Silently he thanked “Stand up, Lukas,” his mother ordered. The boy did, hands at his sides, and walked
to the chair without being told. As soon as he was bent over the back of the
chair, though, his bravado gave way and he found himself sniffling, dreading
for when the pants would come down. Sure enough, Bill pulled Lukas’ pajama
bottoms down to mid-thigh, but they were so loose they fell all the way down
to the boy’s ankles instead. Lukas shivered at being practically naked, and for
the second time in a day. How humiliating! But any and all thoughts of his
nudity were swept away as the big paddle was rested on his quivering, still
very faintly pink bottom. Lukas looked back. Much to his surprise, it
was his mother to hold the paddle. Part of him felt relieved, but he knew all
too well just how determined she could be when it came to spanking. One
second later the paddle was raised, whisked through the air, and brought down
in a sweeping arc… SMACK!! It hurt so much Lukas couldn’t even yell: his
breath got caught in his throat and he lurched forward. Eventually a few
unintelligible sounds came out of his mouth hanging wide open. “Ahh… ahoo…” The paddle had left an instantly bright-red,
large print across both of his cheeks. Frances and Bill nodded at the sudden
and powerful effect of the instrument. “You are never going to even think about
cheating like that, Lukas,” said Bill, walking to the other side of the chair
so he could be better heard by his son. “You are not cheating in general, let
alone on a science project. Clear?” Lukas could not reply at first, but
eventually nodded. “Ow… y-yes… owww… AHHH!!” CRACK!! That’s when the second swat landed, right on
top of the first one. So much for a symbolic spanking! Lukas could not
believe how much that hurt. His eyes watered all over again and his vision
blurred. He was finding it hard to endure two with this paddle, with
four more coming—how any worse than that could be possibly taken he had no
idea. SMACK!! “Aieee!!” As the paddling went on, the boy found his
voice. He beat his fists on the seat of the chair and kicked his feet with
the third swat. By the fourth… CRACK!! … his pajama bottoms had been kicked off,
leaving him once again stark naked. But that was the very least of his
worries. His bare bottom was as on fire as it looked. WHACK!! “Owww!! I’m sorry… Mom… Dad, please… I’m so
sorry!” “We believe you, son,” said Bill, calmly but
firmly. “Learn this lesson and cherish it, and heed Mr. Derrick’s words. You
will be a better person because of all of this.” CRACK!! “Owwwnooo…!!” Lukas eventually broke down and dissolved
into teary sobs. He had kept count, of course, but dared not reach back to
soothe his throbbing bottom until given permission to. “You may rub,” said Lukas needed not telling twice. He remained
bent over the chair as he rubbed his scalded nether cheeks vigorously,
hissing and sobbing in pain throughout. His father, meanwhile, recovered his
pajama pants and helped his son step into them again, to preserve his dignity
for when he was ready to get up and turn around. It took Lukas quite a while before that time
came, but eventually he managed to stand. Quickly he bent over to collect his
pants and pulled them up, making sure they wouldn’t chafe his hot, aching
bottom too harshly. “Ow…” he protested feebly, wiping a tear out
of his eye. “That thing… oh God, is that from hell or something?” Both parents just had to chuckle at that. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m not like that… it was a
huge mistake. I promise it was the very last time.” “We know,” said she, and her husband nodded
in assent. “We’re glad you did make the right choice
eventually,” said Bill, “even if it took a spanking.” Lukas nodded. As he blew his nose, memories
of “Are… are you guys really mad at Bill sighed. “I’m not sure I like what he
did, but maybe it was the best thing given the circumstances… I guess.” “We are still talking to him some time
tomorrow,” said Lukas smiled, for that was really all he
wanted to hear. If he had to be kept away from So that’s just what he did—and this time,
too, “But next time,” said the older boy, “you may
want to test Mathfinder on your bare ass: two globes, engine red!” Despite the throbbing ache, Lukas laughed his (engine red) butt out.
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