4th of July
Chapter 12 of Penitatas Diana
Ruth walked into little Di’s room. The penny girl was sleeping peacefully in her bed, but that wouldn’t last for much longer, since today was 4th of July. One of the special punishment days assigned to Diana in her sentence.
“Wake up Di,” Ruth gently shook Diana awake.
Diana lazily opened her eyes, rubbing them to take the sleep out of them. Then she realized what day it was and her eyes opened wide as she sat up on the bed. She didn’t have time to say anything, without further ado, Ruth picked Diana up from the bed, sat down on the straight backed chair in Diana’s room (kept there to be used in spanking sessions) and turned the little penny girl up over her lap.
The night before, Diana was dressed in a pajama consisting on a white shirt with blue stars, and a pair of red shorts; to be in theme with the day’s events (just like all the other pennies getting this day as a special punishment day).
Ruth pulled down the shorts along with her panties, baring Diana’s little butt, and the first of the many spankings she would be getting today was underway; 60 hand spanks, ten for every year of her physical age.
SPANK! “Ow!” SWAT! “Ouch, Mommy!” SMACK! “Owieee!” SPANK! “Waaaaah!” SWAT! “OWOWOWOWOWOW!” SPANK! “WHAAAA!” SWAT!
And so it went. This where not everyday spankings, this were full force Special Punishment days spankings, applied with full force. Everyday restrictions did not apply today.
Her little butt was a whirlwind of hurt when her mommy applied the 60th, and last swat (of this session). Ruth rubbed her hand a little, the hard spankings had actually stung her a little, which translated in a lot of pain emanating from Diana’s little derriere, which were now a dark pink.
Ruth gave Diana a minute to get her crying under control, then picked her up again and stood her up in front of her, pulling her panties and pajama shorts back up her little legs.
“Okay Di, lets go downstairs to eat breakfast.”
“*sniffle* Yes mommy *sniffle*” replied the little red headed penny girl.
Downstairs, Diana sat down on her chair, wincing as her well spanked behind was set on the hard wooden surface. There she had to sit still as she ate her breakfast.
After breakfast was over, she was led up the stairs back to her room by her mommy, and got read for the pool party at the central park. The pool was the biggest one in the district and was therefore been reserved for all the hard time Penitatas (only hard timers had to attend Fourth of July as a special punishment day) in the region and adjoining areas.
Back in her room, Ruth undressed little Di from her jammies, and dressed her up in her one-piece swimsuit. It was a regular looking swimsuit, emerald green with a red five pointed star printed on her tummy. Diana’s hair was tied in a little ponytail.
Once she was ready, Ruth picked a gym-bag from Di’s closet which had been prepared with Diana’s dry clothes the night before, and they headed downstairs where her daddy where waiting for them with the hover-car, and they started their trip to the pool party, they had to be there before 9 AM, which was when the pool party started.
.oOo.
The hover car landed on the designated spot in the park’s parking lot, then Di and her parents stepped out to join the pool party with the rest of the hard time penny boys and girls gathered there.
Ruth proceeded to take Diana’s emerald green pool cap, rolled her ponytail in a bun and placed the rubber cap on her.
Diana looked around, and soon she spotted her classmates, who were also her closest friends. Little Di smiled and waved towards them, walking towards the pool (no running at the pool or you get a spanking!) while her mommy and daddy talked to their own adult friends.
The others saw Diana walking over, and waved back happily. This was a special day, sure, but that didn’t mean that Diana couldn’t enjoy some playtime with her friends from school at the pool party. That was the only good side of this day after all!
Of course that neither Joseph, Luis or Maria were here, this pool party was only for hard time Penitatas. The three soft timers would most likely be at their homes, celebrating Fourth of July the regular way.
Christina, as usual with the “I love animals” theme surrounding her as part of her sentence from cruelty to animals, was wearing a sea blue one piece swimsuit, with lots of colorful fishes imprinted all over it. Like all the girls, she was wearing a blue pool cap with the picture of a smiling starfish on it.
Samantha, as usual with her girly clothing theme for her sentence, was dressed in a one piece pink swimsuit with frills at the waist and yellow and blue flowers imprinted all over it. Her pool cap matched her swimsuit; pink with flowers all over it.
Kim was there as well, even if she was of Korean decent, she was born in North America, which was why she had Fourth of July as a special punishment day.
The Korean girl was wearing a simple one piece white swimsuit, with one horizontal blue stripe on it. Her rubber pool cap was all blue.
Of course that Mary was also there, her one piece swimsuit was solid orange and her pool cap was solid white.
Jacqueline was there as well, her face red with complete embarrassment. It was for her state of dress; Jacqueline was wearing a purple rubber pool cap with pink polka dots, and nothing else. She also had a pair of yellow inflatable armbands on, as if she were a little toddler.
The fact that she was wearing a pool cap and no swimsuit whatsoever only increased her embarrassment. Her little butt, very red from the morning’s earlier spanking session, was in display for everyone to see.
Some of the other children, the older ones, stared at her whispered something to each other and giggled. They refrained from downright teasing her, after all this was a special punishment day and sooner or later every Penny there was going to be publicly embarrassed by the way of spanking.
The giggling and staring only made Jacqueline more embarrassed than she already was. Mary, seeing her friend’s red face and fidgeting hands, turned around to stare the giggling kids down. Even if she was six years old, just like the rest of her classmates, she was taller than the average six year old kid, and she had a very imposing demeanor.
“Jacquie? Why are you only wearing a cap and inflatable arm bands?” asked Di, “where you naughty before coming here?”
Jacqueline shook her little head from side to side, covering her face with her little hands. “It’s my sentence, remember? I’m supposed to be embarrassed as much as possible, so I am to be undressed on occasions where any other Penitatas would be wearing some clothing.”
This was not Jacqueline’s first cycle, you would think by now she would be used to it. But some things you can never get used to, and the nano-web didn’t help things either.
“Being naked at the pool party… and I thought my swimsuit was embarrassing.” Commented Samantha with a smile, about the ultra-girly swimsuit her sentence made her wear.
The others turned to look at Samantha and giggled, then outright started to laugh, even Jacqueline. Samantha’s little joking comment was exactly what they needed to break the atmosphere.
“Okay, who wants to play Marco Polo in the pool?” asked Mary.
.oOo.
The penny’s parents were “kind” enough to let the children play in the pool and then pulling them all out at the same time, grabbing them firmly by their little ears.
That way, even if the game was interrupted, everyone would be getting their spankings at the same time and could resume the game together.
That happened exactly at 10 AM, one hour into the pool party.
Ruth came over, pulled Diana out of the water and then grabbed her by the ear, as the little Penny girl went “Ow, ow, ow, ow” all the way.
She could see how Samantha, Christina, Mary, Kim and Jacqueline were being pulled by their parents as well. Except for the Beckers, Jacqueline’s parents, Diana had never met the others. Kim’s parents were both Asian-American, just like her. She guessed that they were Korean like Kim too. What caught Diana’s attention were Samantha’s parents. They were both women, a lesbian couple.
Diana realized that they must have been selected as the penny’s parents because Samantha’s crime had been gender abuse, and it would help her rehabilitation.
Diana sobbed as her mommy pulled down the shoulder straps of her little swimsuit, and then pulled it all down, baring her little six-year-old body completely naked like the day she was born. She wasn’t the only one, besides her friends from school, there were several dozens of kids, boys and girls, of different ages ranging from 3 to 12 years old, being bared for the spanking that was to come. Jacqueline was already nude, so all her mommy did was unfasten the armbands.
Diana was taken over her mommy’s knees as she sat on a long bench, next to other mommies and their assigned pennies. Mommy Ruth then pulled out Diana’s wooden hairbrush, while her daddy held her hands. That way there was nothing that she could do to prevent the hairbrush to spank her bare, and wet, little bottom.
The pennies were supposed to get six swats for every year of their physical age. For Diana, Jacqueline and the rest of her classmates that meant 36 swats.
Special Punishment day swats with the hairbrush, normal limits would not apply in this day.
SPANK! “Owowowowowowow! Mommy!” SWAT! “OWWWWWW!” SMACK! “Momieeeee! Whaaaa!” SWAT! “Yeeeaaaow!” SPANK! “Nooo! I be good!! Mommmieee!” SPANK! “Naaaa! Waaaa-aaaah!” WHOP! *sob* WAAAAAH! *sob* WAAAAAH!” SWAT! “YOWOWOWOWOWOW!” The swats of the hairbrush hurt a lot, even more on the bare, and even more on a wet bottom!
36 times the hairbrush landed full force on Diana’s bottom, and 36 times she cried out, hoping beyond hope that it wouldn’t hurt, knowing that it was going to hurt no matter what.
When the hard hairbrush spanking was over; Diana, along with her friends, were all bawling and howling, their bottoms a shiny red color.
Then, without further ado, the mommies pulled up their tight one piece swimsuits back on, which pulled the fabric over very sore and very red bottom cheeks. That hurt a lot too.
Diana thought that since Jacqueline was “lucky” enough to not being allowed to wear a bathing suit, she would be spared this little extra pain on her bottom.
But when she turned to look at her, she realized that she was wrong.
While Jacqueline was still not allowed to wear a one piece swimsuit, Jacqueline’s mommy (Aunty Lauren for little Di), pulled out a baby-pink frilly bikini bottom, and pulled it up her little legs.
On close inspection, Diana saw that the bikini bottoms only had frills at the front, at the back it had little pictures of paddles and red-bottoms printed all over it.
They weren’t regular bikini bottoms, they were pain-ties model bikini bottoms! Jacqueline didn’t get spared this little extra pain, she got the worse deal of them all!
They were all expected to go back into the pool, and continue to play and have fun for one more hour, until 11 AM. Which they did. Jacqueline walked giving a little yelp once in a while, as the biters of her bikini bottom pain-ties struck the spanked flesh of her bottom cheeks.
Around them several other kids’ spankings were starting while theirs were over. By 11 o’clock, every single boy and girl in the pool party would have already received their appointed sound spanking from their mommies with the hairbrush.
.oOo.
Finally it was eleven, and the pool time was over.
All the mommies pulled out their charges from the pool, to change them into dry clothes. Ruth had already pulled out the bag with Diana’s change of clothes from the hover car’s trunk.
They weren’t taken into any changing room. All the mommies undressed their little boys and girls in front of everyone, and dressed them up right there. The older pennies were allowed to dress by themselves, but that was it.
After putting the wet bathing suit and pool cap in a plastic bag (to keep inside of the gym bag dry), Ruth took out a pair of plain white cotton panties and pulled them up Di’s legs, then she took out a pair of emerald green socks, pulling them on her little feet.
Then her mommy took out Diana’s white culottes with the green polka dots, and the matching blouse, putting them on her little penny girl, and a pair of white sneakers finished the ensemble.
While her mommy was dressing her up, little Di looked around to see how her friends were doing.
Christina, as expected, was wearing animal-themed clothes. She was wearing a skirt and a sleeveless shirt, the skirt was dark blue with the pictures of cats and dogs all over it, the shirt was light blue with pictures of bees and butterflies all over it. Even her socks and sneakers were themed that way, they were white with little pink bunnies printed all over them.
Samantha, as was also expected, was wearing very girly clothing. She was also dressed with a skirt and a sleeveless shirt. The skirt was pink with little white ribbons sewed all over it, the shirt was white with a big pink heart printed on the front, the big heart had a smiling face drawn on it. Both her shoes and sneakers were pink, her socks had frills and the sneakers had white hearts printed all over.
Mary was dressed in blue jean shorts, and a red T-shirt, with white socks and blue sneakers.
Kim wore a yellow skirt with a matching blouse, with white socks and sneakers, the sneakers had yellow stars printed on them.
Jacqueline was allowed to wear clothing, but it did little to provide her with dignity… or coverage for that matter.
Jacqueline’s mother dressed her in a very little blue tank top, leaving her whole tummy exposed. She was also wearing a white skirt with a specially made design, it was long enough on the front to cover her legs down to just above her knees, then it turned shorter and shorter as it circled around her legs, until it reached her bottom, where it was short enough so that both bottom cheeks were completely exposed. And since she wasn’t wearing any panties, her bottom, still red and sore from the earlier spanks, was on display to everyone to see.
The only normal pieces of clothing she was wearing were the white T-Bar sandals fastened on her little feet, without any socks.
When every single boy and girl was dressed up in dry clothes, all the kids with their mommies and daddies walked over to the picnic tables to eat the picnic lunch provided by the Department of Corrections for this occasion. The seats were hard wooden seats, and every little penny will have to sit on them on well spanked bottoms (and in the case of Jacqueline, there was not even a small piece of cotton fabric to protect her from the hard wooden surface).
The lunch consisted of traditional 20th century picnic food, hot dogs, hamburgers and chips. There were also Veggie Dogs and Veggie Hamburgers for those that were either Vegetarian or were not allowed to eat meat for one reason or another: For example, Di and her parents were Jewish so the hot dogs were out of the question since they were made with pork meat. Kim and her parents where Buddhists, so they wouldn’t eat meat at all.
The kids ate the lunch happily, although they would be even happier if they didn’t have to sit still on a hard wooden bench on red and sore bottoms.
When lunch was over, all the penny boys and girls had time until 2 PM to play games. Some kids played hide and seek, others played Blind man’s bluff, others played pretend games. Di and her classmates played Tag, and thanks to the nano-web they enjoyed it like the little kids they were.
They were all trying to not think in what will happen at 2 PM; the Great Line Up.
.oOo.
The children were all so caught up in their playtime fun that when their mommies and daddies called them up for the Great Line Up at two o’clock sharp, it was double the depression. (Which, of course, was how they were suppose to be feeling).
Some kids were sobbing as they were lined up for the Great Line Up, they would all form a great line, in no real order of age or gender, side by side with one meter between each child and his or her neighbor. Di and her friends were lined up next to each other, since they were all close together to begin with after playing Tag. Di had Mary on one side and Jacqueline on the other, Kim was next to Mary, Samantha was next to Jacqueline and Christina was next to Samantha.
Once every single penny was lined up and ready, the signal was given and every one of them had to drop his or her pants down. Dresses were not allowed on this day because the piece of clothing had to come down at the signal, so only shorts, skirts or culottes were allowed.
Then, a few seconds later the order to drop down their underwear followed. Jacqueline wasn’t wearing any, so she didn’t have to do anything then. Diana noticed how Samantha’s and Christina’s panties were themed like the rest of their clothing; Samantha’s panties were pink with red hearts, and Christina’s were white with the picture of a little cow. The rest of Di’s friends were wearing plain white cotton panties just like she was.
After the assorted underpants were pulled down to their knees, every single Penitatas on the line up had to reach down and hold to their ankles as tightly as they possibly could.
They all had to stay that way until their daddies found them (or in the case of Samantha, her other mommy). Each daddy had their respective children’s Very Own Spanking Paddle, which they would be using in the spanking that they will all receive; 8 for each year of their physical age, for Di and her friends that meant 48 sound swats on their little bottoms.
All the children where sobbing and crying, in dreaded expectation of the swats that will caught them by surprise at any time, as soon as their daddies found them and gave that first swat with no warning whatsoever.
Mary was the first one of Di’s group to recieve the first swat from her Daddy, followed a few seconds later by Christina, and then Kim. Diana was soon joining them as her daddy applied the first swat on her bottom, then came Jacqueline and finally Samantha.
Every child had to hold down to their ankles and not let go no matter what happened. If they did let go, then the swats will be starting anew regardless of how many they had received already. Each child was allowed three failures, after the third failure their mommies were allowed to help by holding them down, but then they would receive 16 spanks for each year of their age instead of 8! And all the spankings will be applied full force, since this was a special punishment day! Every single penitatas was holding down to their ankles for dear life!
SWAT! “OWOWOWOWOW Daddieeee!” SPANK! “Hurtzzzz!” SMACK! “Yeaow! WHAAA!” SPANK! “Noooo! *sob* Whaaaaa!” SMACK!
And so it went, neither Diana nor any of her friends let go from their little ankles, no matter how hard their daddies spanked them. None of them wanted to get any extra spankings that they were already getting!
Finally, even if it appeared to be an eternity for all the pennies involved, the spanking of the Great Line Up was over, allowing the crying and bawling children to pull up their underwear and clothing back up their legs.
In Jacqueline’s case, just the skirt which did nothing to hide her well spanked bottom. Diana could see some circles on Jacqueline’s bottom that caught her attention, like if blisters had almost formed on her “cousin’s” behind.
A quick look at the Spanking Paddle being held by Dave, Jacqueline’s daddy, explained it. The paddle was as big and as thick as it was allowed for a six year old, and had blister-holes drilled all over it; basically she had the harshest spanking implement that she could be assigned. Not a surprise considering Jacqueline’s criminal record.
When the spanking was over, then the public portion of this special punishment day was over. Every family walked back to their hovercars to ride back to their homes. And the Pennies had to sit down quietly on their sore and red bottoms.
.oOo.
Diana played in the backyard of the house, trying to take her mind off how sore her bottom was and how sore it was going to get when the next spanking session started.
Meanwhile, her Daddy was finish setting up a barbecue grill. Tradition required that even if everything was ready, they had to wait one hour before her Daddy started to cook on it, meanwhile her Mommy was inside the kitchen, making macaroni salad.
During the waiting time, however, Di was to receive another spanking from her Daddy!
Di’s Daddy grabbed the razor strop, an old 20th century device that was used to sharpen up cooking knives but that today it remained on this occasions for decorative purposes only (or in the case of Special Punishment days, to spank the bottoms of naughty little Penitatas!)
Di’s Daddy, Luke, was good at spanking using his belt, and she knew that he was going to do a very good job using the razor strop.
He grabbed the strop in one hand, and Di’s little hand in the other, and walked her inside to the living room.
Di sobbed and cried as her Daddy set her up by bending her over the arm of the living room sofa, with her head lying down on the soft cushions and her legs dangling down without reaching the floor. He then removed Di’s culottes and panties completely, leaving her with just her sneakers and socks from the waist down.
Then the swats started. Diana could hear the air being cut down by the strop just before it struck down on her defenseless (and by then very tender) little bottom.
Swisssh-WHAP!! "Yeeeeaaaaow!!" Daddy's licks were harder than when he had used his belt!!
Swisssh-WHOP!! "Aiiieowowow!!! Noooo!" A LOT harder! It HURT SO MUCH!
Swissh-SMACK!!! "Waaaah!! Nooo! I be goood!! Daddiiieee!"
Swisssh-WHAP!! "Yaaaaaow!! Noo! Waaaaah!"
Whisssh-CRACK!! "Naaaaa! Waaaa-haaaaah!! Daddyyy!!"
Sssssss-SPANK!! "*sob* Waaaaaah! *sob* Waaaaaaah!"
Swisss-SNAP!!! "Yeaaa! Waah-haaa-haaaaaaaaaahhh! *sob* Nooo! Waaah"
Ssssss-SMACK!!! "Yeeaahaahaaa-waaaa-haaaa!! *sob*"
Whissss-CRACK!! "Yeaiiiieeeeoowwww!! *sob* Waaaaaaaaah!"
Whisss-SNAP!! "Waaaaaaaah-haaaaaaaaah!! *sob*"
Shisss-WHOP!! "Yeaaaaaa-haaaaaaaa!! *sob*"
Sssss-SMAAACK!! "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!*sob*"
And so it continued. Diana was supposed to get five licks for each year of her age, which translated in 30 hard licks on her bottom, applied by her Daddy full force.
Finally, the ordeal of the spanking was over, at least momentarily, and Di was made to stand up in the corner, WITHOUT putting on her panties and culottes back on, leaving her sore and welted bottom on display for all to see.
She was to remain there until her Daddy was done “cooking” which was not for at least another hour.
Nowdays, the barbeque grill was completely automatic, all her Daddy had to do was turn it on and follow the built in computer’s directions. It didn’t take long, but little Di knew that her Daddy was nowhere in a hurry to get it done, and spare her the embarrassment of standing in the corner with her sore bottom, and her little hands AWAY from it, no matter how much she wanted to rub it. After all, she WAS supposed to stand in the corner for a full hour.
When dinner was finally done, Di was allowed to get away from the corner, but not to put on panties or culottes. She was expected to sit down on her sore and red bottom on a hard wooden chair for the 3rd time today, and each time the soreness and redness in her bottom had been more intense.
Di sat quietly and STILL (regardless of how MUCH she wanted to move her weight away from her tenderized behind) as she ate dinner.
When they finished eating dinner, Di was finally allowed to put her panties and culottes back on, it was already dark and the fireworks were going to start any minute.
Di saw them in a welcome break to the soreness of her bottom, but also knowing that before going to bed, there was another spanking session awaiting her, the most dreaded one of the day…
.oOo.
The firework spectacle was over and it was late, past Di’s usual bedtime, but she still wasn’t going to bed. The last spanking of the day was still to be applied to her little and well spanked bottom.
During the past week, Di’s mother had taken Di to the local park (as had done all the other mommies with all the other pennies), and she had to pick several long and thin hickory switches, about one meter long. All of them had been prepared by Diana by peeling them, leaving as smooth as she possibly could (and she WANTED to leave them as smooth as possible, because it was HER bottom that would be getting the switching). Her mommy would choose which one she waned to use, and use it on Diana.
Before the switching, however, Diana was undressed and bathed by her Mommy, then taken to her room and dressed in her babydoll jammies.
Now she was in her room and ready to bed, but NOT before her switching.
Little Di was supposed to get 18 licks with the hickory switches, three for every year on her age. And that was only the first set, then her Daddy would give her ANOTHER set of 18 licks right after her Mommy was finished.
Ruth made Diana lie face down on her bed, hoisting her bottom up with a pillow. Her jammies were pulled up so as to bare her bottom, and the switching started.
18 times there was a swish sound, followed by a smacking sound, followed by a cry of Di, louder and louder each time.
Only in the short seconds that her Mommy handed the selected switch to her Daddy to administer his 18 switches did Di get a break from the burning and the pain that she felt on her extremely sore and extremely red bottom.
When it was finally over, Diana was a bawling, crying mess. She barely noticed as her Mommy took her pillow out from under her hips and placed it under her ear. Nor did she notice how her Daddy fastened the not-very-often-used wrist fasteners built in on the bed, tying her wrists up so as to keep her little hands from touching her bottom.
Her Mommy then covered her with the bedcovers, turned off the lights and left Diana to cry herself to sleep (She was not going to get nano-lotion until the next day, once the Special Punishment Day was over).
Diana lied down on the bed for almost an hour, her crying subsiding with each passing minute until it was just a quiet sobbing. And she calmed down enough to fall asleep, her bottom still a red welted bundle of hurt.
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