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Google will explain in detail that "Cloud men's minds" refers to the signature ability of the fictional character The Shadow.  The Balrog is from Book Two, Chapter 5 “The Bridge of Khazad-dûm” of J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings”.  The Terminator refers to title character of the movie of that name.

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I was looking forward to my upcoming birthday celebration like I had not for several years.  I thought back as far as I could remember of my birthdays and how I looked forward to each one as the day to turn a year older.  Some were very special such as ten to be two digits, thirteen to be a teen and eighteen to vote.© Y Lee Coyote

My upcoming one was twenty-one when I would become officially an adult and a full-fledged citizen.  Actually, there were two parties planned.  One with family with homemade cake à la mom and the second with my buddies that would be somewhat more rambunctious with legal booze.

It was Saturday morning at precisely 6:21 A.M. (the moment the doctor gave me my very first spank) on the anniversary of my birth that I became aware that I was not sleeping but was amidst a group which was not human.  That I was in my birthday suit seemed natural and normal.  It was a great hall of some sort with much hustle and bustle going on.

When things settled down, they coalesced into some sort of tribunal with me in the dock.  It seemed like my life was being reviewed and everything was being rated.  I had not thought about snipping off MaryLou’s pigtails when I was a lad of seven in ages but that a memorable spanking balanced it out.

The proceedings – a trial perhaps – went on and on.  I certainly recalled that little old lady I helped her across the street who unfortunately then fell and that I called for help was registered in my favor.  Good and bad deeds made their way through the proceedings.  I was soon transfixed on the indicator with its jet-black pointer hovering between a crimson red section and a bright green section.  Instinctively I knew what it surely meant.

I kept inquiring what was going on.  Finally I got a strange explanation.  “You are being reviewed for your rebirth as an adult.  This happens to every human.”

I said nobody ever talked of such a time like the first time which I remembered.  “No.  You don’t remember but were told by witnesses.” they corrected.  “These proceedings you won’t remember because we cloud your mind far more efficiently than the Shadow ever could.  And there aren’t any human witnesses to talk.”  Then they continued with the proceedings.

It took a long time getting through my adolescent phase with many misdeeds and retributions.  That pointer of destiny was twitching crazily.  I worried about that fiery place or was it that frozen place where I was to suffer?

Then there was some clarity.  The web, the world wide web, was to be my undoing.  I was reminded how I had evaded the parental controls on my computer and gone to adult sites undetected and thus unpunished or even reprimanded.  Surprisingly the porn flicks and dirty pictures were not the issue as they were allowed in my job spec as a human.

It was that super kinky story archive which had made me a spanko that was the issue.  The pointer kept tending to the dreaded red sector as the arguments were presented.  Then some sort of decree came down.

That was followed by a flurry of activity that wasn’t quite chaos.  Other strange creatures brought in something and disappeared just as quickly.  I had barely recognized it as a spanking bench when I was grabbed.  I was thrown onto it and strapped down in seconds.

As they tied me to the spanking bench I could see an abyss penetrating deep below.  The walls glowed so it was not dark and far, far away something was climbing up glittering in the dim light.  It gave me chills as I thought of the Balrog of Morgoth that scared Gandalf and the rest of the Fellowship in the mines of Moria.

That feeling got worse as the creature steadily ascended and I saw that it was not one but a pair.  As they got closer they made me think of twin Terminators on steroids in studded black leather over bulging muscles.  Step by step they approached.  It was truly terrifying!

Then it got worse when I saw that the pair bore an uncanny resemblance to my younger twin stepbrothers albeit monstrously larger.  All too soon they were next to me.  Scarily they each rested a huge hard hand on my butt as a prelude to what was coming.

The spanks followed hard and fast.  It was like being in a fog as there was WHACK after harder WHACK on my butt.  Gradually I became aware of counting.  Each number being repeated as the spanks rained down.  It was the hardest spanking of my life.  I was helpless.  I could not do anything; not even scream.

The fog gradually cleared.  The mysterious tribunal that would send me away forever vanished.  It was the twins.  My younger stepbrothers were giving me a birthday spanking.

WHACK!  “Twenty-one!” said one.  WHACK!

WHACK!  “Twenty-one!” echoed the other.  WHACK!  “And one to grow on.”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BROTHER” they yelled in unison laughing.

I grabbed them and hugged.  “I love you guys.  You saved me from some horrid fate.”

They asked and I could not remember the unspeakable nightmare but I knew that it had been positively horrid.

The End

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