This is the second story with Sydney. The characters are mine, the universe belongs to Lurking Dragon and is used gratefully.
   —Kessily;

"Sydney Marie, It's time to get up young lady," her mommy Cindy said as she shook the little girl gently. Sydney yawned and turned over, peering up at her mommy sleepily.

The delta inducer had insured her deep and restful sleep, but now as she woke up she remembered everything that had occurred the previous day. The court's verdict, the process of becoming a penitatas, and meeting her new family.

Her bottom was still very tender from the night before and she winced as she sat up. "G'mornin," she whispered shyly.

"Morning sweetness. Today we get you registered for school," Cindy announced cheerfully.

"School? But...but I thought," Sydney trailed off.

"You did know that rejuves have to attend school just like Kindern didn't you?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, but I thought I would have time to..."

"Oh I see! Sorry kiddo, no rest for the wicked. And speaking of wicked..." Cindy quickly swept her daughter off the bed and over her knee before the little one could protest. "It seems to me that we have a naughty little penny in need of attention."

Cindy whisked the brief panties of the baby doll outfit down and off the little girl's legs. She let them drop to the floor where they wouldn't be in the way. "Nooo mommyyy! Please it hurts already," Sydney Marie cried.

"It's supposed to hurt young lady. This is what happens to naughty little girls who break laws!" Cindy raised her hand high and brought it down good and hard on the little girls pale bottom cheeks. The flesh flattened beneath her stinging hand and bounced back with nice red splotches already appearing.

"You will never disobey a police officer again, will you Sydney Marie?" Cindy demanded. Her hand flashed through the air over and over. Stinging turned to burning quickly on the rapidly reddening posterior.

"NO mommy! Never, ever!" Sydney swore. Her eyes prickled with hot tears, and soon sobs were forcing themselves out of her open mouth. As an adult she had never cried, but now she had no choice. The nanonet implanted in her during the rejuving process made sure that her reactions were as authentic as any child's would be.

Even without that little bit of extra help she would still react just the way she had been. Being rejuved to a younger body was one thing, being treated like a child was another thing altogether. It was hard to act mature when you were in a frilly pink room, wearing baby doll pajamas, and getting spanked over your mommy's knee.
The howling girl was allowed to get up only when her cheeks were flame red. Cindy allowed her to dance around, rubbing her buttocks frantically for about thirty seconds before she grabbed her new daughter by the arm. "Settle down young lady!" she said sternly.

The firm order didn't work. Sydney simply couldn't or wouldn't stand still. She was much too focused on the pain in her sitting area to obey. Cindy pulled the uncooperative girl back over to the bed. For the second time that morning the penitatas found herself face down and getting spanked.

This time when it was over she tried much harder to be a good girl. Sydney forced herself to stand still so that Cindy could dress her. Tears trickled quietly down her face while she was dressed in a pleated tartan skirt. " We had these delivered for you, neither one of use cares much for malls so we avoid them as much as possible." Cindy said conversationally as she fastened the last zipper.

She stood up and stepped back to examine the little girl. She looked absolutely adorable in the short blue plaid. Like all schools there was a required uniform. Most of them favored plaid skirts or jumpers for the girls and each had its chosen color. Sydney's school color was a royal blue that looked good against the child's dark hair and pale skin.

The black shoes were highly polished, and gleamed in the light. Above them, white knee socks covered the leg below the knee. They in turn matched the crisp white blouse that the girl wore. To complete the uniform, Sydney wore a plaid tie that matched her skirt. Cindy looked the combination over carefully.

"Hmm this one looks like it might be just a little too tight, or it will be soon enough. I'll order several more one size larger and that should do fine for school. You want to be very careful when you play Sydney. If they get ripped or messy you'll get a good hard spanking," she informed her charge.

"W.w.hen do I gotta be there?" the penny asked nervously. Cindy's eyes flickered to the clock and then widened. "OH dear! You are going to be late and you still need to have breakfast. I must have spent more time spanking you then I realized," Cindy said with a moan.

Sydney looked at her curiously. She wondered why her mommy was so upset. "I'm not really hungry. We could just skip breakfast," she suggested.

"Not in this house young lady!" Cindy replied firmly. "In this house you will have a healthy breakfast every morning before you leave for school, late or not!"

Cindy took her daughter's hand and led her down the stairs and into the kitchen where Kay had been prepared the morning meal. Kay glanced at the clock and then at Cindy pointedly. "I told you to watch the time," she said ominously.

Sydney looked from one mommy to the other, before deciding to take her seat quietly and begin on her breakfast. It was cold cereal with milk, which she was fond of, but it was a very bland tasting variety. She'd seen it advertised as being absolutely the most nutritious breakfast available. She wasn't sure about that, but it definitely tasted nutritious, in other words it was barely palatable.

She knew better then to complain, instead she used her spoon to poke at the offending meal. Holding each particle of cereal under the milk until she was sure it was well and truly drowned before reluctantly forcing it into her mouth.

"Sydney Marie, don't play with your food, eat it so we can take you to school," Kay ordered. She turned her attention back to Cindy, "Didn't I tell you to make sure you got down here on time?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," Cindy said. She looked down at the floor contritely.

Kay sighed; she didn't want to continue discussing it in front of their new daughter. She believed it was important to present a united front to children, especially penitatas who were being raised a second time. "We will discuss this later Cindy," Kay said firmly. Cindy swallowed hard and nodded.

Both women knew that the results of the "discussion" would be Cindy, bare bottomed, and very contrite. Cindy's backside clenched and began to tingle in anticipation. Their daughter was trying hard not to be noticed.

Sydney was beginning to understand what kind of relationship her mommies had, and knowing that her mommy Cindy was in trouble made her just a bit nervous for her own backside. It was after all the second spanking she had earned that had them running late.

It seemed in her best interest to eat the cereal and be very quiet so that nobody began to discuss that little fact. Soon her bowl was empty, she looked up expectantly and waited. "Put your dishes in the sink honey," Kay said. She smiled kindly at the girl. "I'm sure you're nervous about starting school, right?"

Sydney set her dirty bowl in the sink and nodded, "Uh-huh. Am I gonna have to learn stuff all over?" She asked.

"Some things yes, but anything you could physically do at eight you should still be able to do. There are classes that are strictly required for penitatas as well. You'll be taking Ethical and Moral behavior. The other classes you take will depend partly on you. At your age you are given a lot of choices in what areas you want to study, at least for electives" Kay explained.

"You have every reason to be nervous though because you will probably be spanked at school fairly often, and don't forget that if you get spanked at school then we have to punish you at home as well," Cindy added.

"Yes, and we aren't accomplishing anything but making our little girl later for her first day of school," Kay said. She firmly herded her co-parent and daughter out of the house. It was unnecessary to use the hovercar, the school was only a few short blocks from the house. They walked there, as Sydney would be walking each day.

When they entered the large amibrick (*Author's note* they look exactly like bricks but are actually made of a much stronger materials. Buildings using amibricks will never need to be refaced.) building it was absolutely silent. School had started already and the hallways were empty.

The office was close enough to the front door that there was no need to search for it. Cindy motioned for Sydney to take a seat behind them, as they waited at the desk for the secretary to notice them. The gray haired woman behind the desk switched off her speech typer and smiled at them. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.

"Yes, we're here to register our daughter for third grade. She was just rejuved yesterday," Kay said.

"Oh yes. Sydney Marie Walker? We've been expecting her," the woman said with a smile. Since her parents were not married and had different last names, Sydney had been given Kay's last name. The office worker tapped a code onto the wrist computer she wore and in moments an older student appeared in the doorway.

"Yes ma'am?" the adolescent girl said.

Sydney peered at the girl's hand and saw the a silver letter C of a completas, showing that the older girl had once been a penitatas like herself but had completed her sentence and was in the process of being allowed to grow to adulthood finally. As a completas she could be trusted with the responsibilities of running errands.

"Yes Carol, please escort Sydney to Mrs. Rose's class," The secretary said crisply. She handed several form chips to Sydney's parents to fill out as the girl was led away. Once they were out of the office area Carol turned to the younger girl. "Penny huh? What did they get you for?" she asked curiously.

Sydney blushed, " I broke a traffic law and when an officer signaled me to land I...um didn't," Sydney mumbled.

Carol giggled, "Tell me you didn't try to outrun him!?" she said unbelievingly.

"Well..." Sydney shrugged.

Carol shook her head in wonder, "You have guts, not much common sense though," she added. The office aide pointed to a door," This is your class. Mrs. Rose is pretty nice. I had her in third grade too. She's really strict if you're a penitatas but she's fair. She doesn't let the volintaras and medicalos push you around too much," Carol confided.

She rapped on the door once, and then opened it without waiting for a response and poked her head inside. "Mrs. Rose I have a new student for you. Her information should be on your desk by now,"

"Thank you Carol," The petite, blonde teacher looked down at her desk top to see that the information was in fact appearing.

Carol stepped back and gave Sydney Marie a nudge to get her moving. The young girl entered the room slowly, looking around with wide nervous eyes. It had been a good many years since the last time she had taken third grade. There was a ring of familiarity to everything though. She went to stand next to the teacher's desk.

"Class we have a new student. This is Sydney Marie Walker. She missed the start of school by only two weeks so corrections felt she should go ahead and start now rather then waiting for the next term," Mrs. Rose said. "Sydney introduce yourself to the class and tell them why you are here," she ordered.

"I um...well see I had this appointment and it was real important so I was..." Sydney began.

Mrs. Rose didn't allow her to continue. "Miss Walker! I asked for an introduction not a story," She tapped her fingers on her desk and fixed the child with a stern look.

Sydney swallowed hard. "Yes'm. I'm a hard time penitatas serving a sentence of two times eight to twelve for several different crimes." She looked at Mrs. Rose for permission to elaborate. When her teacher nodded slightly, she continued. "Well I drove on manual in an automatics only area, and then when a Police officer told me to land I ignored him."

The eight year old blushed and looked down with shame. "I illegally moved out of my lane to try to out run him," she continued. The class gasped. In the twenty third century out right defiance of the law was rare. Especially in cases like Sydney's where being caught was the only possible outcome.

"That's all," she added sadly.

"That was quite enough I'm sure," Mrs. Rose responded tartly. "We will forego the class introductions. I'm sure that you can meet everyone at recess. However, one thing we will not do without is your welcome spanking!" Mrs. Rose moved around the desk without rising from her seat.

Sydney's mouth dropped wide open and stayed that way. The reason her teacher hadn't gotten out of her seat to come to the front of the desk was because she couldn't. Mrs. Rose was one of the very rare people who were wheelchair bound in the twenty-third century.

In this day and age almost every illness could be cured. Paralysis was practically a thing of the past since they had mastered the ability to regrow nerve cells. Unfortuntely there was a very small minority who refused the process for religious reasons (.05 of 1%), or for whom it simply didn't work (a slightly larger number .09 of 1%). Sydney wondered which of those categories her teacher fell into.

The alternative to cell regrowth was of course rejuvenation, however some very few individuals chose not to be returned to childhood for whatever reason. In all her life Sydney Marie had never seen another human being who was unable to walk, until now

Those people had to live with their handicaps. Luckily for them technology had advanced a great deal. Case in point- Mrs. Rose's wheelchair didn't actually have wheels. That name was leftover from another century. Her chair hovered several feet off the ground and responded to her slightest touch.

The young penny hadn't recovered from her shock when Mrs. Rose's strong arms lifted her up and over her skirt covered lap. That seemed to be happening quite a lot lately. Sydney Maria moaned audibly and blushed when her uniform was adjusted to uncover her bottom.

Her teacher began with a brisk hand spanking to her panty seat. On a bottom already hurting from two spankings that morning it was more then enough. But, Sydney was a hard time penitatas and that meant her panties would be coming down!

Bottom naked and exposed, Sydney's earlier spankings were obvious. "I see someone's already had their backside roasted this morning," Mrs. Rose commented. She tsked and shook her head. "I'm afraid that's not going to let you escape one bit of this spanking though," Mrs. Rose began again.

This time her hand came down on plump, uncovered cheeks. It landed with a loud smacking sound that made the other children of the class squirm nervously in their seats. There was no giggling or smirking from the class, most of them were pennies themselves and were somewhat sympathetic to the new girl, or at least didn't want to call the wrath of their teacher down on themselves.

Sydney bawled loudly and desperately through most of the second phase of the spanking. Mrs. Rose stopped, "Timmy, fetch me the school paddle please," she ordered one of the other penitatas students.

"Noooooo, not the paddleeeeeee. Pleaseeeeeeee," Sydney Marie begged.

"Sorry young lady but naughty little criminals get paddled at school!" her teacher replied firmly. Young Timothy Barns retrieved the wooden paddle and handed the implement to his teacher before he retook his seat.

The young teacher took a moment to admire the decorations on her paddle. In pretty scrolling letters it read "School days, school days, dear old golden rule days." Beneath the words was a picture of an old fashioned, one-room schoolhouse. It was reminiscent of the pre-technological era when children were still disciplined at school.

Years later such things would be outlawed. Children no longer received punishment at school, and precious little at home. It had led to soaring crime rates and an unhappy populace. Mrs. Natalie Rose was thankful that she lived in a time when people realized the folly of letting youth run wild. She was reminded of that every time she had occasion to use the crisp spanking paddle.

It tended to make her use it quite sternly, unfortunately for the penny that hung over her lap. Sydney squawked like a startled bird when the thin wood connected with her backside for the first time. She had no time to recover between swats. By the time the implement had made two circuits across her sore cheeks, Sydney was breathless from wailing.

"Now, just to make sure you behave in my class young lady, I'm going to give you one more smack to the back of each thigh. Remember this is only a welcome spanking, if you were to actually get in trouble...." Mrs. Rose trailed off to leave the warning unvoiced. Poor Sydney Marie got the hint though.

Twice more the school paddle cracked down. It landed high up on the back of each thigh, just where most of the little girl's weight would be resting when she sat. It was a truly miserable little penitatas who accepted a warm hug, and then sniffled her way to her assigned desk.

Her tears came in greater abundance when she took her seat. It felt like she was sitting on a swarm of angry bees, and it was still early in the day. She knew she had hours of painful squirming ahead of her before she was finally allowed to go home. She had fond memories of her first years at school.

There had been parties, and games. She'd had many friends to play with. Studying had been the last thing on her mind, though she was smart enough to always get decent grades anyway. She had a dreadful sinking feeling in her stomach, which told her that it wouldn't be nearly as much fun the second time around.

Most of the morning was taken up with finding out just how much Sydney's body would need to relearn. Thankfully the amount was small, though her teacher said quite firmly that her new pupil needed to practice her handwriting until it was more legible. She had Morals and Ethics, and an advanced math class to fill her afternoon. Then there was her elective...

Sydney couldn't decide what she wanted to take as an elective. It was a tough decision because what she chose could help her later in life, but it would also be graded. Since she could be punished for any grades that didn't meet with her guardian's approval she was afraid to choose anything difficult.

She scrolled down the list slowly, biting her lip as she tried to decide. Finally an astronomy class caught her eye. She tapped it for further information. A second screen appeared besides the first, with a description of the class. She mused for a few moments before she clicked to sign herself up for it.

She had always wanted to take an astronomy class but had never gotten around to it. She might as well get something out of her sentence. Besides, she figured it would be a nice easy class. She could get an A in it with no problem and it would be one less thing to be spanked for.

Or so she thought! When it came time for the class to go to their elective Sydney was dismayed to find that Astronomy wasn't the easy course she had thought it would be. There was a lot of difficult math equations involved, as well as a lot of memorization. By the end of the class she had been loaded down with a lot of homework.

Her dreams of an A rapidly flittered off into the distance, but in spite of herself she found herself enjoying the class. In her first childhood she had been content to take things she knew she could master easily. There had never been a challenge. Now things were different. She was going to work hard in the class simply to pass, but it was fun in a way she had never expected.

Dazed with a new understanding of the stars, Sydney prepared for her Morals and Ethics class. It was boring, purposely so, and she had a difficult time paying attention at first, until she found out the penalty for daydreaming. A girl sitting just in front of her was called on to answer a question.

"Maria, I asked you a question!" the teacher said sternly. Mrs. Rose did not teach this particular class; instead they had someone from the penal system that came in each day. He was even stricter then her other teacher, as could be expected.

"I...I...I'm not sure," Maria stumbled around trying to stall for time while she figured out an appropriate answer. It was obvious to the entire class that she hadn't been listening. The girl's ruddy complexion paled as she saw Mr. Roberts growing less patient with her delaying tactics.

"You weren't paying attention were you young lady!" he accused her. Finally, after much reluctance Maria, a hard time penny convicted of grand larceny, was forced to agree with him.

Justice was swift, but not merciful. "Come here," he commanded. He opened the desk drawer and removed a nasty leather implement that Sydney could only guess was a tawse, as she had never seen one before. Maria's little skirt was lifted and panties downed almost before she had even settled across the wooden stool that always waited at the front of the class.

"You children are here because you have shown yourself to be lacking in ethics and morals. As a result you have been convicted of crimes against your fellow human beings, and against yourselves. This class will assure that your years as a penitatas are not wasted. When you finally regain adulthood you will know without a doubt the difference between right and wrong!"

He raised the tawse and swung it down. It flew through the air with an evil hiss and landed across the young girl's quivering cheeks. A bright red welt instantly appeared. It was soon joined by others, a full four dozen in all. Maria was hysterical with pain when he set the wicked leather implement down. Her bottom covered in deep red lines and small blisters. Maria lay there gasping for breath and sobbing long after he had finished.

The rest of the class was stunned, apparently this had been the first punishment to be given in the class so far. Even for a penny it had been a severe punishment. Sydney's own eyes had filled with tears of sympathy. The whole spanking had been done with a clinical detachment that frightened her. There was no warm hug waiting after a spanking like that!

"No doubt some of you are wondering at the severity of the punishment," Mr. Roberts said. "I am not bound by the same rules that your parents and teachers are. I am here to teach you the way a good citizen behaves in society. You are here by court mandate and I am authorized to deliver spankings that are very near judicial punishments if you fail to learn what I am teaching," the shocked children were informed.

"John, what does that mean?" Mr. Roberts said, pointing at a penitatas boy.

"I...it means...um, it means that not paying attention here is like... like committing another crime?" he asked hesitantly.

"Exactly!" He looked down at poor Maria. She hadn't dared move an inch since he had stopped. "Maria, retake your seat." He helped the girl off the stool. She moved stiffly and with fresh tears, to pull her panties up over blistered skin. She walked slowly to her chair and then whimpered as she settled down into the wooden desk.

For the rest of the day Maria's small whimpers and sobs often broke the silence. Her well welted bottom was a torture to her, but she was careful to pay attention. Sydney, and the other students were more attentive then they had ever been before. None of them wanted to receive what Maria had gotten!

Sydney hoped Maria's parents would be kind and apply nano lotion as soon as she got home, but she was afraid that Maria would have to suffer through a second spanking first. After all, penitatas parents were required to punish a child who had been disciplined in school.

It was with a huge sigh of relief that Sydney left the school that afternoon. She had managed to get through her first day without being punished for anything (The welcome spanking didn't count as punishment). When she exited through the large double doors she found her Mommies waiting for her.

"Hi punkin'!" Mommy Kay said as she swooped the little girl into her arms.

"How was school Sydney Marie?" Cindy asked. Her parents seemed excited to hear about her day, and she was VERY glad to be able to say that she had been a good girl all day! Especially when she recounted what had happened in Moral and Ethics class.

"Well, you were right Sydney," Kay agreed. "I'm afraid Maria is in for another good bare bottom spanking before she can look forward to having any nano lotion rubbed into her sore bottom."

Cindy shook her head, "I'm glad it wasn't you Sydney," she smiled at her daughter. "Special punishment days are bad enough...I don't like punishing you that severely any more then necessary."

"I don't either," Kay said. She shot Cindy a warning look that had Cindy's bottom tingling. Cindy had received a very long and intense spanking herself only a couple of hours ago and was instantly reminded of that. "But...we will do what is required of us Sydney Marie. I hope you will be an especially good girl in that class."

She snuggled her little girl close for a second before putting her down for the walk home. At eight Sydney was too big to be carrying around for long. " I read in the news blurts that most schools are taught Morals and Ethics by regular teachers, but in the past fifteen years there were actually TWO repeat offenders that attended this school!" Cindy said in a slightly shocked tone.

"How could anyone do this twice!" Sydney gasped.

"I don't know kiddo," Kay replied. The two women exchanged glances and shook their heads. They obviously couldn't understand it either.

"Anyway, that's why they have an actual official from the penitatas division of the judicial system teaching here. He's used to dealing with Pennys who commit crimes during their sentence, or repeat offenders. If I were you I would be on my best behavior young lady!" Cindy warned her.

"I will!" Sydney Marie promised faithfully. She meant it too! Being a penitatas was a very hard life. She intended to avoid anything that would make her second childhood more difficult.

"Soooo how about we go home and play a game?" Kay suggested.

"A game?" Cindy raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I was thinking about 'Spankopoly'," Kay said with an evil grin.

"Ooooh! That will be fun. How about it Sydney? Want to try to earn a chance to get out of your afternoon spanking?" Cindy asked. Of course the game was rigged towards increasing Sydney's spanking not eliminating it, and everyone knew it. It could still be a lot of fun though, and spankings were just a part of life when you were a penitatas.

"Okay!" She had never played this version of the 'opoly' series but they were all pretty similar. It seemed like a good way to get to know her parents better.

"I'm going to be the hairbrush," Kay said indulgently.

Cindy sighed, "I guess that leaves me with the corner stool piece then," she said voicing her second choice.

Sydney looked from one mommy to another as they walked the short distance back to the house. If she had it to do over again she would never have gotten herself sentenced to rejuvenation, but she was aware of how lucky she was. Sure her parents enjoyed spanking her until she cried, but they also seemed to care about her! She knew from experience that physical pain hurt a lot less then emotional pain, and she had a feeling that she would only be getting the first from Kay and Cindy.

Yeah, she felt pretty lucky.

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