In a certain border town in a remote prefecture.
The times were such that a deadly, unknown virus was spreading its threat throughout the world, and people lived in fear of infection. This town was no exception; the prefecture had declared a state of emergency and established a strict alert system. People's movements were restricted, and the once-bustling streets had become as quiet as a ghost town.
Despite the situation, however, this sense of urgency was surprisingly not well understood by people from outside the town. In other prefectures where the threat of the virus was still minor, precautions were lax, and people who were careless about preventing infection would often flow into the town, causing headaches for the residents.
On this day, a boy who had come to visit this town to return to his family home was one such person.
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"Phew... It's hot again today. I'm finally back after so long, but there's no one around."
The boy muttered leisurely, wiping his sweat. He was one of those who had returned to his family home, which he had been estranged from for a long time, without really knowing the town's current circumstances.
Naturally obtuse to the feelings of others, the boy showed no sign of noticing the town's strict alert. Mistaking the lack of foot traffic for simply being due to the heat, he boldly entered the town. Furthermore, he had a slight asthmatic condition, and occasionally coughed without wearing a mask as he wandered through the town—behavior that would enrage any resident. He was practically a walking infection-spreading device, but he was completely unaware of it himself.
"Um... I think I go straight down this road... Huh? Was this always here?"
The boy, who had been strolling through town in blissful ignorance, suddenly noticed something unfamiliar and stopped in his tracks.
Ropes were strung across the street to block pedestrian traffic, with "Stop" signs posted. Next to the road stood a simple, white, police-box-like building. These were clearly not there before.
"What is this? Did something happen up ahead? Hmm... I can't get through like this... But I can't get home without going this way..."
The boy pondered what to do, suddenly stopped in his tracks. Even at this point, he still hadn't realized the town's abnormality and began thinking about whether he could duck under the rope or perhaps climb over it. The boy's lack of a sense of danger was almost refreshing in its sheer audacity.
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"Excuse me, what are you doing in front of the gate?"
"Wah!?"
The boy had been standing helplessly in front of the rope when a voice suddenly called out from nearby, making him jump.
Looking over, he saw a woman with the appearance of a nurse, dressed in white, standing beside him. She was an older sister type, probably in her twenties, a little taller than the boy, with her long hair tied back. She looked at the boy with a quizzical expression, which also seemed slightly angry.
"Uh... Um...?"
"Pardon me. I'm from the prefectural Infection Prevention Countermeasures Agency. Are you from outside the prefecture?"
The nurse-like woman asked the boy in a businesslike tone. She explained she was from some agency, but the boy didn't quite understand and could only answer, "Y-yes."
"I'm sorry, but the area beyond this point contains medical institutions and government offices. According to regulations, anyone from outside the prefecture wishing to enter must first undergo a temperature check over there," she said, pointing to the police-box-like building. It seemed this was a checkpoint, and she was something like the inspection officer in charge.
The woman's explanation was matter-of-fact, but it carried an undeniable authority. It was only now that the boy finally began to sense the strict atmosphere of the place.
*(A temperature check... I've heard of it... but I've never had to be checked just to pass through...)*
Unfamiliar with this unprecedented situation, the boy started to fumble. The woman, noticing his hesitation, said, "Please come this way," bowed slightly, and walked towards the building. He hadn't even agreed to the check yet, but the atmosphere didn't allow for refusal. Moreover, since he couldn't pass through without cooperating, the boy reluctantly followed her.
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"Ugh... This is nerve-wracking... Why is there a bed here...?"
A few minutes later, the boy was shown into a private room at the back of the building and sat on the bed, waiting for the woman to come for the examination.
The room he was led to was painted white, resembling a hospital examination room, a stark, barren space with only a desk and a bed. Before entering, his hands and luggage were thoroughly disinfected, and his luggage was temporarily taken by the woman, leaving him empty-handed and alone in the private room. Honestly, he felt it was a bit much... but he had no choice but to follow orders to get home, puffing out his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"Excuse me."
After a knock, the woman entered. She held a black binder and a thermometer, and with the room's atmosphere, she looked exactly like a nurse. She sat down gently beside the boy and began to speak about the examination.
"Now then, we will begin the temperature check. The check will take three minutes. My name is Mizuse, and I will be conducting the examination today. Nice to meet you."
"Y-yes... Nice to meet you..."
The boy felt a bit skeptical about the overly formal wording for just a temperature check. But his doubts were soon cleared up. To his surprise, the woman took his hand, said "Excuse me," and pulled it onto her lap. Consequently, the boy's body ended up lying face down across her knees.
"...Eh!? Um, Miss!?"
"Please don't struggle; it's dangerous."
Even the boy couldn't help but raise his voice at this, but the woman replied calmly, unfazed. While holding his back down with her left hand, she reached her right hand around to his lower abdomen, lifted his bottom up, and forced him into a position with his rear end sticking out. Furthermore, she even put her hand on his pants and, to his horror, pulled them down along with his underwear to around his thighs.
"Kyaaah!? W-w-what are you doing!?"
Feeling the cool air on his bottom and realizing his pants had been pulled down, the boy protested, his face turning bright red. He squirmed and tried to struggle out of sheer embarrassment, but was immediately pinned down by the woman, only managing to flail his limbs uselessly.
"Wh-why are you taking my pants down!?"
"I apologize, but to ensure an accurate temperature reading, regulations require a rectal temperature check. In other words, I will insert the thermometer directly into your bottom to take the measurement. I ask for your cooperation."
"B-but that's...!"
The boy protested as if to say he hadn't heard about this, but was coldly dismissed with, "It's the rule." Her calm demeanor made the boy realize this was the norm here, and he felt despair. Tears welled up in his eyes from embarrassment and the sheer unfairness of it all.
*(Ugh... This is... having my bottom seen... I didn't do anything wrong, and this is so cruel...)*
Shame and humiliation began to get the better of him, and he started to snivel. The humiliation of being suddenly placed on a stranger's lap and having his bottom forcibly exposed under the pretense of an examination. While the boy was indeed at fault for carelessly wandering into a town on high alert for infection, he never expected to be subjected to such embarrassment. He was beginning to seriously regret coming to this town without knowing anything.
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"Your bottom is tense. I can't perform the examination, so please relax and loosen up."
As if to add insult to injury, the woman placed her palm on his bottom and gently patted the surface to scold him. Treated like a small child, his embarrassment only grew. With a red face and a miserable "Ughh...", the boy had no choice but to comply.
"Alright, I will begin the measurement now. Please do not move your bottom, as it's dangerous."
After confirming that his bottom had sufficiently relaxed, the woman took out the thermometer and placed it against the center of his rear. The tip of the thermometer slipped in with a soft *push*, and the boy let out a small groan, "Auhh..." It felt like when he was a child and had suppositories inserted. It stopped after going in about a centimeter, and the persistent foreign sensation in his rear was quite unpleasant for the unaccustomed boy.
"Ugh... it's uncomfortable..."
"Please endure it for three minutes."
He was already on the verge of tears, but the woman only stated this coolly, showing no sign of helping him. On the contrary, if he so much as twitched, she threatened him: "Don't move. If the thermometer falls out, we'll have to start over." So the boy had no choice but to endure desperately.
"Alright, three minutes are up. Please relax now."
A *beep-beep* sound went off, and the thermometer was removed from his rear, finally freeing him from the unpleasant sensation. Despite his embarrassment, he felt relieved, thinking, *Yes, I can go home now.* He immediately tried to get off the woman's lap, but for some reason, she held him down, neither allowing him to get up nor to cover his bottom, calmly recording the data. He was about to plead with her to at least let him pull up his underwear, but the woman's sudden harsh scolding, after she finished recording, cut him off.
"37.3 degrees Celsius. That exceeds the standard value. According to regulations, anyone with a slight fever is prohibited from going out. Didn't you follow the rules?"
She suddenly interrogated him in a stern tone. The boy, who had thought the examination was over, turned back in confusion, "Huh?" The woman, who had been expressionless until now, furrowed her brows and stared at him. He flinched under her sharp gaze. For a boy whose normal body temperature was naturally high, he didn't understand what was wrong and only panicked. Seeing his reaction, the woman's anger seemed to intensify as she continued.
"It's the rule. Those who fail to obey the regulations will be severely punished. I won't let it slide easily, so prepare yourself."
Before the boy could fully grasp the situation, the woman said this and raised her right hand. Still confused, the boy could only watch as a breath-takingly sharp impact struck his exposed bottom.
*SMACK!*
"Owwww!?"
A loud sound echoed, followed by a sharp pain in his bottom. Realizing he had been spanked a moment later, the boy grew even more confused from the stinging pain and embarrassment. Ignoring his state, the woman brought her palm down on his bottom again and again.
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!* "Ow, it hurts! It hurts, Miss! Why, why are you spanking my bottom!?" "It's a punishment for breaking the rules. Children who go out despite having a fever get a strict spanking on their bottom—that's the rule."
The woman answered calmly while continuing to powerfully spank the boy's bottom. Struck repeatedly and forcefully, his bottom began to redden, and the boy, unable to bear the pain, started crying and begging for forgiveness.
*WHACK! WHACK! THWACK! THWACK! WHACK-WHACK!* "Eeek! It hurts, it hurts! I'm sorry! I, I didn't know I had a fever!" "Not knowing is no excuse. Having a cough and walking around without a mask is absolutely inexcusable."
Scolding him, the woman continued the spanking without mercy. As his bottom gradually swelled, the pain intensified, and the boy desperately apologized to try and gain her forgiveness.
*SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! WHAP-WHAP!* "Stop! It hurts, hurts, hurts! I'm sorry, please forgive me! I won't do it again!" "I won't forgive you. The spanking will continue for at least thirty minutes. Keep your bottom presented and reflect on your actions until the end." "Eek...! No! Not that, please no!"
At those despairing words, the boy finally began to struggle with all his might, trying to shield his bottom with his hands and feet. Seeing this, the woman raised an eyebrow, stopped her spanking, and forcibly hugged his body with her left arm to pin him down. She secured him so his hands couldn't reach his bottom, adjusted him into a position that allowed for a more severe punishment, and then refocused her aim on his rear.
"I told you to present your bottom. If you don't accept your punishment obediently, I'll consider it as a lack of remorse and start the spanking all over again." "No, no! Please forgive me! I can't take it! My bottom will break!" "No, I won't forgive you. Now, accept it properly and reflect on your actions."
Ignoring all of the boy's pleas, the woman resumed the spanking. With slaps even stronger than before, his bottom quickly reached its limit, and the boy screamed and cried.
*WHACK! WHACKK! WHACK-WHACK-WHOP-WHOP! WHACK!* "Waaaah, it hurts, my bottom hurts! I'm sooorry! Miss, I'm so sooory!"
The boy apologized loudly, abandoning all shame and pride, but the woman still showed no sign of relenting. For a while, the boy's crying and the sound of spanking echoed without pause.
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"Uwehh... *sniffle*... it hurrts..."
He must have been spanked for about twenty more minutes. The boy's bottom was swollen to a dark red and throbbing with a dull ache. Exhausted from the long punishment, he no longer had the strength to protect his bottom, simply sobbing and enduring the pain that assaulted his rear.
*SMACKK!!* "Eek...! I-I'm... sorry... *sniffle*... I'm sorry..."
Then, one forceful slap after another landed. After a while, the rapid spanking changed to slower, deliberate strikes, hitting various spots on his bottom. Each time, the boy's body jerked up. Before the pain from one hit could subside, the next slap landed, and the pain only increased. The boy could do nothing but force out apologies.
*WHACK! WHACK! WHAAACK!!* "Yowch!?"
Suddenly, he was struck repeatedly on the center of his bottom. The pain was so intense that, involuntarily, he turned his rear away to try and escape it. Seeing this, the woman furrowed her brows again, quietly getting angry.
"I told you not to wiggle your bottom. Do you want the spanking to start all over again?" "Eek...! N-no... I'm... sorry, I'm sorry...!"
Frightened by her threat, the boy quickly brought his bottom back and cried out apologies. His bottom had been at its limit for a while, but still, he desperately stuck it out, waiting for the punishment. When the woman placed her hand on him, his bottom flinched and began to tremble with fear.
"Ugh... please forgive me... I'm sorry..."
The woman's expression gradually softened as she looked at the boy, who was trembling like a small animal while desperately presenting his bottom. Instead of the expected slap, his bottom was gently stroked, and in a somewhat kinder tone, she spoke to him.
"...I'll let that slide just this once, as a special exception. It's just five more minutes, so hang in there and receive your spanking."
Gently stroking his bottom, the woman announced the remaining punishment. Caressed and soothed in this new, pleasant way, the boy gave in to the comfort. After waiting for the sniffling boy to calm down, the woman raised her hand again.
*SMAAACK!!* "Uuuuu...! ...I-I'm sorry..."
Another heavy blow landed on his bottom. It was the strongest and heaviest slap yet, but perhaps because she had stroked his bottom beforehand, he just barely managed to resist the urge to pull away. Seeing this, the woman, as if giving a reward, began stroking his bottom again, continuing the gentle touch until he calmed down.
"Ughh..." "Don't move your bottom. It's almost over. Hang in there."
After reminding the boy, who was enduring desperately, the woman lifted her hand from his bottom and brought it down with force.
*SMAAACK!* "Eep!?"
She then struck the center of his bottom. The blow landed directly on the spot that had received the earlier triple spanking. He almost instinctively moved his hand to his bottom, but the woman was quicker, starting to stroke the area again. The sensation of the burning pain being soothed away. The punishment was severe, but also clearly becoming gentler and sweeter with the intermitted stroking, and the boy somehow managed to continue enduring.
"Ughh... Miss, I'm sorry..." "Show your remorse with your bottom. Here comes the next one."
*WHAAAP!* "...!" *SMAAACK!* "Ughhh..."
The pattern repeated: a hard slap, then comforting strokes. Each time, the boy resisted the urge to protect his aching bottom and desperately waited for the final punishment to end.
This slower, more deliberate punishment continued for about thirty more slaps. By the time it was over, the boy's bottom was swollen to about twice its size and burning hot.
"Alright, the spanking punishment is over. You did very well."
The woman spoke gently. Her spanking hand moved to stroke his bottom, and the hand that had been holding his back moved to rest on his head, patting and rubbing him in a soothing manner. Freed from the long pain and overwhelmed by the relief and comfort of being stroked, tears spilled from the boy's eyes again, and sobs escaped him. Carefully stroking his hot bottom so as not to cause more pain, the woman continued, speaking to the sobbing boy as if to admonish him gently.
"I'll continue stroking for a while, so it's fine to stay like this until you've calmed down." "Ughh... *sniffle*..." "You will follow the rules from now on, won't you? If you break them again, the spanking will be much stricter than today, so please be careful." "*hic*... Yes..."
This ultimate threat, delivered while being gently stroked, made the boy nod in fear. Thinking about the pain in his throbbing bottom, just imagining a stricter punishment was terrifying, and he kept repeating, "I won't do it again." The woman looked at him with affectionate eyes and continued stroking him without a word.
This sweet time of being petted on the head and bottom lasted for several tens of minutes until the boy finally stopped crying. In the end, it was about an hour after the examination began that the boy was allowed to leave the building.
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Afterwards, the boy was granted permission to pass through the road on the condition that he take a taxi straight home. Given that the pain of his bottom rubbing against his clothes made it difficult for him to walk properly, this suited the boy just fine.
From then on, apparently, the boy became thorough about wearing masks and monitoring his temperature, for fear of the punishment. The prefectural punishment seemed to have had some effect on infection prevention. However, his naturally high body temperature was something he couldn't change, and sometimes he inevitably had to go out with a slight fever. It is said that he was stopped by the women from the Infection Prevention Agency and severely punished more than once or twice after that...
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