by Guy Spencer
This story is set several decades into USA's super-conservative future, and there have been many changes. The middle class has continued its decline until its near disappearance. So, rich people have become that much richer, and the rest of us... are workers.
Most workers are poor. Car ownership is rare, neatly eliminating gas shortages. On the bright side, mass transportation is finally a reality. Flagship government programs like Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security are a fond memory, traded in for more tax cuts for the rich and for more empty promises of 'trickle down' prosperity for the rest. Hospitals are for the rich. Most health care is delivered through employer-owned clinics. Retirees can afford little health care, but their life expectancy is mercifully short.
The balance of power turned in the early 2000s when a series of carefully scripted Supreme Court decisions gradually granted corporations the privileges of full-fledged citizens (actually, the privileges of very rich, very important citizens! ) About the same time, the sainted Rupert Murdoch showed the world that mass mind control could be accomplished through corporate media control. Now corporations had all the tools they needed to take control.
So now the USA is a 'worker's paradise' effectively controlled by a loose collation of huge corporations who managed to totally co-opt the conservative movement, distorting it to serve their own needs.
Government has gotten much smaller, and its interactions with citizens are now more basic and efficient. For example, one biometric ID card serves as passport, driver's license, pay book, bank card, credit card, and everything else. The government no longer prints nor allows money. All earnings and all transactions go through that single card, making every transaction totally transparent and easily taxed. The underground economy is forbidden because it's regarded as unfair competition to legitimate corporations.
The changes to criminal justice and corrections are another example of the efficiencies necessitated by smaller government. The whole criminal justice system was shrunken by repealing most laws regulating non-violent behavior, and replacing them with identical administrative rules. Now, rather than courts and juries, violators face Administrative Rule Adjudicators (ARAs), who are low paid but efficient bureaucrats replacing an army of high paid judges, clerks, prosecutors, public defenders, etc. Even jails now stand mostly empty, thanks to the substitution of corporal punishment based corrections for most non violent violations.
ARA's can sentence violators to three main correction modes:
1) Quick Correction (QC). A QC facility is usually co-located in the courthouse along with ARAs. It does just what the name implies. It can apply up to a severity 3 punishment immediately after the subject has been found guilty of a violation. (One-stop shopping!)
2) Overnight Correction (OC) An Overnight Correction Facility (OCF) receives violators after their workday, applies up to a severity 5 punishment and then keeps them overnight for observation and corrective retraining. They are released in time to report to their job the following morning.
3) Seven Day Prison (7DP) is the maximum punishment that an ARA can sentence a violator to, although guidelines may allow multiple sessions. Each prisoner receives daily punishment for an entire week, as well as extensive corrective retraining. The final punishment session may exceed severity 5 by any amount deemed safe. 7DP, like all punishments, is coordinated with the subject's employer to minimize any impact on productivity. Often 7DP is served using a subject's vacation time.
Regardless of the correction mode, corporal punishment is applied to violators only by highly-trained Correction Administrators (CAs) in any of the several types of specially equipped Governmental Correction Service (GCS) facilities. In the terminology of the CA, the violators they work with are called clients.
June, 2046
Two years out of college, Adam was bored with his job working in a huge corporate distribution warehouse. In the warehouse, Adam worked with inanimate objects, but he was a 'people person'. He had repeatedly applied for every opening in Human Resources, but the corporation had paid good money to train Adam for his warehouse job, so it was unlikely to pay to retrain him for a different job. Therefore he was stuck in the warehouse. And that's just how Adam felt... stuck. Corporations had agreements about not stealing each other's workers, so his applications to other corporations were ignored. His only chance was to find a job in one of the few remaining small businesses, or to compete for a rare government job.
Adam was a strong, athletic, imposing-looking young man, (besides being amazingly handsome), so finally a job came along that he was uniquely qualified for. The Governmental Correction Service (GCS) was taking applications for the position of Correction Administrator (CA). Correction Administrators were the people who apply CP-based correction to violators in GCS facilities. To put it short and sweet, CAs are professional spankers. You would think that there would be many applications for that job, especially when you consider that they spend their day spanking unclothed violators of either sex. But actually the GCS was having trouble attracting sufficient qualified applicants because certain details of their three-month training course had become generally known. While many might like to give spankings for a living, far fewer were willing to endure the embarrassing, painful and exhausting training course.
Adam had nearly forgotten the application he had submitted when he was summoned to take a battery of tests; physical, psychological, and academic. Later he was called in for an extensive interview, and then was finally notified of his acceptance and was told when to report for training.
September 2046
It was Adam's first day at Correction Administrator school. There are about 30 students, evenly divided between genders. The GCS Chairperson herself showed up to deliver the welcoming speech to the class. She explained that being a CA was an honorable profession, and that they would be doing society an important service. After their first two months of training, they would finally be issued the coveted tan uniform of the Government Correction Service, and would complete their training in an actual GCS facility on real violators under the supervision of an instructor CA. However, their first two months would be spent right here in school building their bodies, their stamina, and learning essential skills.
On that upbeat note, she said her goodbyes. As she turned to leave, their instructor called "Attention!" The entire class jumped to their feet as the great lady swept from the room.
The instructor faced the class, introduced himself, and supplied details of what was to come, "Welcome! Your daily schedule will consist of two hours of stamina training, and then four hours of classroom training, followed by two hours of strength training. In your final phase of training and throughout your career, you will all be working with violators - we call them clients - who will be naked. It's vital that you become desensitized to the sight of the human body. Therefore you will all now change into the training uniform that you will wear for the next two months. Kindly disrobe entirely and pile your clothing on your desk."
The students gawked at their instructor, looking for any sign that he was joking. Seeing none, they looked shyly at each other. The instructor bellowed, "Yes, your student uniform will be your birthday suit. Get on with it!" Quickly, the students moved to obey. Soon, nearly everyone was naked. One girl, wearing only a pair of full-cut panties, came to the front of the room and whispered in the instructor's ear.
"There's always one," he sighed. "Go see the nurse. She has what you need. Be back here in five minutes without those panties." She scurried out the door.
"OK," the instructor bellowed, "Turn around and take a long look at each other. No covering up! Get it out of your systems. Guys don't worry. You'll stop having those inappropriate erections soon. Better to have them in front of your classmates than in front of your clients. Until then, you ladies just ignore them. I know this is embarrassing, but it's the first step to becoming a professional CA."
After a quick trip to the lockers to stow their clothing, he got the class seated and settled down in their new 'uniforms'. By now, they all had noticed the heavy black spanking chair, and the padded trestle that were featured prominently in the front of the classroom. Both were installed on a raised platform for maximum class visibility. The instructor didn't need to introduce these items. Since the introduction of CP-based corrections, they had become true icons, an integral part of the popular culture featured in literature, humor, films, and song.
"Those of you who complete this program will emerge as professional Correction Administrators. But first you need to master a wide range of skills. By far the most difficult skill to master is the standard fifteen-minute spanking. This is our most common and most basic punishment. No matter how severe the punishment a client has been sentenced to, the correction session always starts with a fifteen-minute spanking. This punishment is exhausting to deliver, so you must get into shape. For the client it's an excruciating and unforgettable experience, but at the same time there should be no bruising."
He stood silently to let that soak in, and then added ominously, "The best way to introduce the technique is with a demonstration." Then, as he always did with every new class, he picked out the strongest looking specimen in the class. He pointed to Adam. "You! Come up here."
Adam stood with great reluctance. First, his erection from the undressing episode was still at half-mast. Second, being no dummy, he had guessed what was about to happen.
The instructor pointed Adam towards the spanking chair as he continued his lecture. "One of our core beliefs in the Governmental Correction Service is that CAs must understand both ends of the paddle. That process starts here in your training and continues throughout your career. All of you will have your chance here in the classroom to help me demonstrate some correction technique, either at the spanking chair or the trestle. Adam here simply happens to be the first. Furthermore, each of you will make two trips to GCS correctional facilities to experience what it's like to be a client. This will give you a full appreciation of the correctional experience. Also, during phase two of your training, you must practice on real humans. Since there is a huge shortage of volunteers, you students will serve as each other's clients."
Finally, the instructor walked to the spanking chair and sat down. To Adam's mortification, now that his spanking was obviously imminent, his penis had become rock hard.
"It's good that this happened," the instructor said, turning Adam sideways so the entire class could see the protrusion. Adam blushed bright red as the entire class stared at his impressively erect manhood. "For whatever reason, this is a natural male reaction to this situation. You will see it on many of your male clients. Notice how I position him carefully so that I don't mash his manhood. It's natural for people to think that we CAs are unfeeling beasts, but nothing could be further from the truth. We are true professionals."
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