This story takes place in the rejuve universe, created by Lurking dragon. The characters within the story belong to me.
   —Kessily.

Sydney Marie was spending the afternoon playing outside in the snow. There was no school for the next two weeks because it was Christmas vacation. In fact Christmas Eve and she was making the most of her break, enjoying herself, as she hadn't done in years as an adult.

In this day and age everything was just beginning to be temperature and weather controlled, but in December everyone in the Northern continent got a few days of snow just to enjoy themselves. Sydney ran around like a maniac, throwing snowballs, making snowmen, or snow forts with the other children in her neighborhood.

It was wonderful fun, but in the back of Sydney's mind was the knowledge that Christmas was only a day away. It was to be her first punishment day, and she was scared. She hadn't yet been sentenced when Diaspora rolled around, and Christmas was the next of the scheduled punishment days.

She knew the mechanics of how it worked. There would be stockings and presents if she had been good enough to earn any. But there would also be coal and switches because she was a naughty little penitatas. It was one of those holidays that children all over the world looked forward to with great anticipation. Because of that it was meant to be especially awful for the pennies.

Sydney was very worried about what would happen. It was bound to be awful; there was no question about that at all. However, how awful depended on the department of corrections. It was they who would decide the number of chunks of coal, and the number and kinds of switches she got in her stocking.

It made the whole thing all the more frightening. By now she knew her mommies pretty well. They often surprised her by being unpredictable but she knew them. She could tell by their moods and expressions how bad a punishment was going to be. This time unknown strangers would set her punishment.

She shivered, and not from the cold snow. Suddenly she was being called. She dropped the snow and ran for the door. "Come on honey. Get inside and get warm," Kay said with a warm smile. "I saw you standing out there shivering so I fixed you some hot chocolate," she announced.

Sydney Marie bounced over to the table and sat down in front of the steaming mug. Even though she was a penitatas her mommies still found ways to make her feel loved and cared about. There was nothing better then steaming cocoa on a cold winter day, and it took her mind off of Christmas worries.

"So did you have fun?" Kay asked. She sat down with her own mug.

"Uh-huh! Billy and Katie ganged up on me with the snowballs but I made the best fort and I won! It was so much fun, can I go out again?" Sydney asked. Her dark eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink from the chill.

"Mmm sounds like you are an expert snow fort builder Sydney," Kay commented. " It's almost time for your bath though. It's Christmas Eve don't forget. You have to go to bed early so that Santa can come," she reminded her daughter.

Sydney's face fell. Santa wasn't going to bring her anything but nasty coal and switches. She'd have stayed up all night if she could. "I wish he wouldn't come," she whispered. One tear fell into her hot chocolate.

"Worried huh?" Kay asked unnecessarily. If she were a penny she'd be worried too. Special punishment days were never something to look forward to. As much as she loved spanking and punishing Sydney, there wasn't a lot of fun on the holidays. Logically she understood why they were made to go so far in punishing, but emotionally she hated to do it.

She enjoyed dispensing justice to her little penitatas but somehow it seemed cruel to make the holidays so hard for her. Still, it was her sworn duty and she would carry it through.

"Yes mommy. Can you tell me what's going to happen again?" Sydney asked.

It had been a near constant question for the past couple of weeks. "Nope, you'll find out soon enough," she assured her. "Come on honey, Cindy's probably got your bath water ready now," Kay added.

Sydney nodded and gulped down the last of the chocolate. She took her mommy's hand and followed her up to the bathroom, where Cindy did indeed have the tub filled. Kay left her in her other mommy's capable hands, while she finished up some Christmas preparations.

"Hi punkin' I saw you out making snow angels. Did you have fun?" Cindy asked. She listened to Sydney explain all about the snowball fight and snow fort while she undressed the little girl and helped her into the tub.

Sydney could have done it by herself but bath time was a bonding time for both of them and Cindy enjoyed it. Besides it helped to reinforce the fact that Sydney was no longer an adult. She was now a little girl who had to have an adult's help with everything, even bathing.

Sydney had put up quite a fight in the beginning. Demanding to be allowed to wash and dress herself. Now, she just relaxed and enjoyed the attention. There were worse things in her life then having to let someone bathe her. It never did any good to fight it anyhow. She'd learned that the hard way.

"So," Cindy began. "Do you think Santa is going to bring you any 'nice' presents?" she asked. Of course she was referring to toys and such rather then the switches and coal that were mandatory.

"I dunno...mebbe not," Sydney said. She played with her bath toys, trying not to splash, and thought it over seriously. "I been pretty good mostly I think. I been working much harder in school and stuff," she explained.

"That's true, you have been a very good little girl," Cindy agreed. She scooped a cupful of water up, and poured it over Sydney's head. She hit the shampoo dispenser and waited for the pre-measured dollop to emerge. It was filled with a brand that was guaranteed to be gentle for children. Even if it landed in little Sydney's eyes it wouldn't hurt a bit.

"Tip your head back please," Cindy requested.

"Yes mommy...mommy?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Do YOU think Santa will bring me anything nice?" Sydney asked anxiously.

Cindy stopped lathering the little girl's hair and looked at her seriously. "I think you have been such a good girl that he just might leave a few toys for you," she assured her daughter. Sydney beamed, of course she didn't really believe in Santa.

She might be a little girl now, but she'd been grown up and knew the truth. Her mommy was letting her know that they thought she deserved a few nice presents as well as the mean ones. It made her happy and she giggled playfully when her mommy tickled her.

Once her hair was rinsed, and she was all cleaned off, Cindy let the water out of the tub. She grabbed a nice hot fluffy towel, which had been on the towel-warming shelf getting toasty. It felt just right when it was wrapped around the penitatas and Sydney snuggled into the downy softness.

It was the best feeling in the world. Being wrapped in a warm towel and hugged by her mommy. Even her fears about the special punishment day couldn't take away from the comfort she felt.

Cindy carried her daughter into the little girl's bedroom. Kay had already laid out an adorable pair of red footie sleepers for Sydney to wear to bed. Like all the traditional sleepers, it had a flap in the back. Sydney blushed with embarrassment as her mommy helped her into the sleeper and then buttoned up the flap.

There would be no bedtime spanking, because the little girl would have more then enough spanking the next day. Instead she climbed into her bed and Kay and Cindy took seats on either side of her and they shared one of their own Christmas Eve traditions with their penitatas daughter.

Kay pulled out a worn, antique copy of 'The Night Before Christmas' and she began reading the first stanza. Cindy took over at the second paragraph and they alternated back and forth until the very end of the long poem. Sydney Marie didn't quite make it till the end before she fell asleep, but at least she went with a smile on her face.

"I'm going to put the Delta Inducer on. I don't want her waking up and worrying about tomorrow," Kay whispered. She reached over and flipped a switch on the headboard, and then she looked at Cindy. "Well, we won't have to worry about her waking up now, so why don't we go ahead with the rest of our Christmas Eve traditions," she grinned evilly.

Cindy sighed, she knew what that meant! "Yes ma'am," she said respectfully, and followed Kay out of the room. Kay and Cindy had developed several customs for the holiday night. The first was of course the reading. The second was the spanking.

Kay went straight to her bedroom, and Cindy followed behind, trying not to drag her feet too much. She went straight to the corner, pulled down her pants and panties and faced the wall with her hands on top of her head.

She would stay there until Kay called her. Behind her she could hear her Dominant partner moving around the room. Doors opened and closed, and drawers slid back and forth. Her tummy did a flip and then retreated to her toes as she began to contemplate what nasty implements were being laid out for use on her bottom.

Being the parent of a penitatas allowed her to play out her dominant side, but now she was about to be reminded of her submissive side as well. She both dreaded and looked forward to the times this happened, at the moment it was difficult to say which she was feeling.

An eternity later Kay finally called her. "Cindy," she said simply. Cindy turned and shuffled across the carpet with pants and panties at her feet. She knew better then to try to pull them up. She tried not to be too obvious as she inspected the small pile of spanking toys that had been arranged on the bed. Hairbrush, paddle, strap...ouch!

Kay took a seat on the bed and looked at her submissive. "Have you been a good girl this year Cindy?" she asked, grinning.

"No ma'am. I've been very naughty," Cindy said, as tradition required.

"Oh?" Pretending to be surprised, Kay shook her head. "Well, I guess you'll just have to be spanked then won't you?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am. Please spank me very hard so I can be a good girl next year," Cindy recited. Her tummy doing acrobatics, and her mouth suddenly dry as she waited.

"I intend to," Kay agreed. She patted the bed next to her, and Cindy obligingly lay down across the two pillows that had been placed there. Her plump bottom was now sticking out enticingly. Kay could hardly wait to get started, so she didn't!

She began with the hairbrush. SNAP POP CRACK it landed hard and fast. Peppering the skin and leaving lovely red blotches all over Cindy's tender backside. "Ouuuuchhh!" Cindy exclaimed. She never could quite remember how much a spanking hurt until she was suddenly in the middle of one!

When she decided Cindy was properly warmed up, she flipped the brush over and begin running the bristle side across the woman's heated flesh. It sent delicious feelings all through her body and Cindy couldn't keep from squirming from them. The bristles were soon replaced by a soft hand gently massaging the skin, and that felt even better.

Moments later the nice feelings went away as Kay picked up the strap. It landed with a vicious sting and made her yelp. With Sydney under the delta inducer there was no need for her to be quiet. She allowed herself to give voice to the pain that the strap caused. It sizzled across her bouncing bottom and thighs over and over.

A full fifty strokes of the strap made the bottom a nice Christmas red indeed. "Oh this is very lovely," Kay commented lovingly. She ran her hands across the now hot flesh. " What a lovely Christmassy color your cheeks are," she smiled. Cindy moaned, she could tell by Kay's voice that the spanking wasn't anywhere near over, and she was right.

After some nice rubbing with hand and hairbrush bristles, it was time for the paddle. It CRACKED down hard on the already sore hindquarters, re-igniting strap welts and hairbrush marks. "OOWWW Pleaseeeeee ma'ammmmm," Cindy begged.

"Please what Cindy? Please paddle you harder?" Kay asked sadistically.

"Nooooo uh... please I..." Cindy realized she was treading on dangerous ground and backed up hastily. "Please spank me as hard as you would like to ma'am," she forced herself to say. Luckily it worked.

"Why thank you darlin' I think I will," Kay replied and she brought the paddle down again. Six more strokes came down on her upper thighs. Then six on the swell of her cheeks, and then finally another six directly on her sit spot, and Kay set the paddle down.

"What a good girl," Kay whispered to her sobbing co-parent. Cindy had taken the spanking well. It had been a hard spanking; Kay hadn't held back at all, but Cindy had stayed in place and Kay was proud of her submissive.

She held the sniffling girl while she cried. Whispering in her ear, she told Cindy how proud she was, and how much she loved her. Then, when the tears had finally stopped, Kay helped Cindy pull her panties back up. "Let's get you in bed sweetie," Kay said.

She escorted Cindy to her bedroom, and tucked her in much as they did their daughter. The only difference was that Cindy didn't have benefit of a delta inducer to put her to sleep. That was just fine though, Cindy wanted to savor the hot, sore feelings as she went to sleep.

Christmas day would be a time to concentrate on their naughty little penny child. There would be spankings and punishments, as well as gifts and a huge dinner. It would be hectic and energy consuming. Cindy needed Kay's attention on Christmas Eve even more because of it.

Cindy fell asleep on her tummy. With a smile on her face, and Kay sitting right next to her bed. Kay grinned at how quickly her girl had fallen asleep. She knew a good spanking was the best sleep inducer there was. Kay walked through the quiet house. Her family was fast asleep and she had last minute gifts to wrap.

So far it had been a lovely holiday.

Sydney Marie woke up bright and early on Christmas morning. Even though she was a penitatas she still had the same excitement that all children have on Christmas morning. The difference was her excitement began to change into nervous anticipation as she remembered what she had in store for her.

It was likely to be the hardest day ever in her short experience as a naughty penny. She wanted to sneak down and look in her stocking. Just a peek so that she would know exactly how bad things were going to get, but she knew she wasn't allowed to go downstairs until someone came to get her.

She slipped out of her bed and made a quick trip to the bathroom. That much she was allowed. Then she returned to her room and got her favorite interactive storybook and settled down on her bed to read until one or both of her mommies came and got her.

Interactive storybooks were a lot of fun. When you opened the first page images from it sprang to life right in front of your eyes. As you read the words the pictures acted out the story for you. It was new technology, but already it was widely used to encourage children to learn faster.

Sydney owned only one of them, and it was her most treasured possession. She'd kind of hoped that she might get a second one for Christmas but she was afraid that her grade in Astronomy had nixed it. Still, she had one and she was deep in the story when Cindy woke up and came to get her.

"Well good morning punkin'," she said. "You're up awfully early." She sat down next to Sydney Marie and looked at the faintly see-through holograms. Since Sydney had stopped reading they were motionless. "The Hobbit was one of my favorite stories when I was little," Cindy commented. "Of course I didn't get to see it while I read," She added.

"They didn't have 'em when I was little either...well, the first time I mean," Sydney said, giggling.

She reached out and showed Sydney Marie a red Santa hat she'd been holding when she entered the room. She placed it on the little girl's head and smiled at the adorable picture she made. She looked just like one of Santa's elves in the red jammies and hat. Cindy nodded and smiled, "Well young lady I think we'd better get busy with your morning spanking, don't you?" Cindy asked rhetorically.

Sydney Marie's lip quivered, "Yes mommy," she replied sadly. She carefully closed her precious book and went to place it on its shelf. While she did that, Cindy grabbed a straight-backed chair from the desk and placed it in the center of the room. Sydney turned to find Cindy already seated and waiting for her.

"Come along little girl," Cindy said. "I want to get downstairs and see what's in the stockings," she added. Sydney made an effort to cross the short distance a little faster. It would not be good to put one of her mommies in a bad mood.

She reached for the row of snaps on her footie sleepers but Cindy pushed her hands away. "Oh no! Not like that honey." She pulled Sydney Marie across her lap and then to the little girl's embarrassment, she unsnapped the seat flap. "That's much better," Cindy said with relish.

Her bottom was bare under the seat of the sleeper, and she remembered that as soon as Mommy Cindy's hand came down. It landed with a sharp slapping sound and Sydney jumped. The hand came down repeatedly, raising a nice red flush across the little girl's backside.

Sydney Marie kicked and sobbed her way through a very thorough hand spanking before Cindy finally let her climb off of her lap. She hugged her daughter tightly until the tears trickled to a stop. "Are you ready to go look in your stocking?" Cindy asked brightly.

Sydney Marie shook her head no firmly, "I don't think I'm ever gonna be ready though Mommy," she was forced to add.

Cindy grinned and ruffled the girl's dark hair, "I guess I can understand that punkin', but I think we better go anyway or Kay is going to get annoyed," Cindy said. It was left unspoken that neither one of them wanted Kay to be irritated.

Sydney walked down the stairs slowly and peeked into the living room. She could see the beautifully decorated tree with its blinking lights. There were dozens of brightly wrapped presents beneath it, and Sydney couldn't help but wonder if there were any for her. Well, any that weren't punishment type of gifts.

Cindy pushed her into the room gently. Once she was actually in the room she was able to see her stocking. As she had dreaded, there were several switches poking out of the top of it. Kay took Sydney's stocking down and handed it to her. "Have a seat and lets see what you have honey," she said.

She took down her stocking, and Cindy's as well so that they could all look at the same time. The three of them sat down next to the tree and began to look in their stockings. Cindy and Kay barely glanced at their own because they were much more interested in finding out what Sydney had received.

The little girl sighed, and emptied out the stocking. There was a very whippy willow switch, a very stiff switch that Sydney couldn't identify. There was a shorter but rather thick and painful looking rod that she suspected was a cane! She set the three switching implements aside and emptied her stocking upside down.

One, two, three...eight, nine, ten! Ten pieces of coal. That meant she was going to receive ten hard, welting, switch strokes from each of her three switches! Thirty strokes didn't sound so bad...why in some of her spankings she had gotten hundreds of smacks. The very fact that there would be only thirty strokes scared her though. She knew Christmas was supposed to be very painful which meant thirty with those switches must be severe.

"Well, that's not too bad honey. Three switchings and only ten each. It could be much worse! The boy next door got twenty pieces of coal last year! We could hear him howling all the over here!" Kay said.

"Ohh, I remember that!" Cindy interjected. "He was the one who got in trouble for fighting just two days before Christmas. He was a very VERY naughty boy."

Sydney wasn't feeling very reassured. Knowing that it could be worse didn't make it any better. "I don't wannaaaaa be switched," Sydney whimpered, she was already sniffling as she thought about it.

"I'm afraid that you are going to be, whether you like it or not," Kay said firmly. "In fact now is as good a time as any!" she added. She stood up, and leaned over to retrieve one of the switches, it was the stiff one. "Ahh...it looks like a birch switch. Usually you bundle five or six of them when used, but they are fairly effective alone as well," she informed Sydney.

Sydney didn't look appreciative of the information, but then Kay hadn't really expected her to. She took little Sydney by the hand and led her to the couch. She took a seat and plopped the little penny right over her lap. She lowered the pajama flap and found the redness from the morning spanking had already begun to fade, so Kay went ahead and gave her a nice long hand spanking as a warm up.

Sydney sobbed helplessly. Now she knew why thirty strokes of the switch was a lot! She would be spanked before and maybe even after every set. By the end of the day her little backside was going to be horribly sore and very welted!

When she had received her second spanking of the day, it was time to try out her brand new birch switch. Kay led her over to the couch and hard Sydney lean across the arm of it, with her face pressed to the couch cushions.

Kay placed her hand in the center of the little girl's back to hold her in place and then gave her the first stroke. For a second it hardly hurt at all and Sydney was beginning to think it wouldn't be so bad. But, all of a sudden it felt as though fire ants had marched across her bottom in a line and taken bites out of her!

"OWWWWWWW!" She shrieked. All around the neighborhood other pennies were discovering the same thing as Sydney. Switches hurt! A lot! Kay waited exactly fifteen seconds (She sang 'happy birthday' silently to be sure she had waited long enough.) before delivering the second. She continued to wait between each switching, to make sure that her naughty little daughter was getting the full effect of the birch.

After all ten had been delivered, Kay allowed Sydney Marie to get back to her feet. Sydney hopped around rubbing at her backside frantically to make the stinging go away, but it didn't help. If anything it even made it worse!

When the little penny had calmed down somewhat, Kay marched her to the corner where she had to sit on a hard corner stool facing the wall. Sydney stopped in horror and stared at her stool. "Mo..mommy?" she asked, confused and more then a little frightened.

"Yes honey?" Kay asked. She knew exactly what Sydney was going to ask but wasn't going to make it any easier.

"What's that on my stool?" Sydney demanded.

"That's a present from Santa honey! Isn't it nice? You're going to have to write him a nice thank you letter," Kay said cheerfully.

Sydney moved a little closer to the stool and looked at the object that had been placed there. It was a very bristly green mat. It had writing in green that said 'Merry Christmas to a naughty little penitatas!' she looked up at Kay, unsure what to do.

"Why don't we test it out," her mommy said. To Sydney's dismay, her mother picked her up and set her sore red bottom right on the bristly mat.

"OOOOOOHHHHH Nooooooo Mommmy!!!' Sydney shrieked. She immediately tried to get up, but Kay's hand was on her shoulder pressing her right back down.

"Sit still you naughty girl!" Kay ordered. Sydney settled down to sit sobbing noisily on the horrid green Christmas present she had received.

Kay and Cindy went through their own stockings while Sydney had her time out. They unwrapped and exclaimed over each small present or bit of candy they found there. Only when everything in the stockings had been unwrapped and admired did Kay go to the corner and lift little Sydney off of the torturous stool.

Her first switching was finished, and now it was time for a little bit of pleasantness before the next one had to be delivered.

"Come on Sydney! Let's see what Santa brought you!' Kay said. Cindy crouched near the tree and began sorting through gifts. She handed one to Kay, one to Sydney, and then took one for herself.

It was tradition that they all unwrap their gifts at once so they immediately dug in. The room was filled with the sound of ripping paper. Kay and Cindy exclaimed over their gifts but Sydney didn't notice.

She was too busy frowning at what her package had contained. She had expected to get an assortment of penitatas spanking implements, but actually finding one under the tree had set her aback.

"Aww mommy," she whined.

Kay and Cindy looked over to see what Sydney had unwrapped. It was a lovely large wooden spoon. They never used them in the kitchen, because they didn't do a lot of cooking the old fashioned way, so Sydney Marie knew exactly what that large, wooden object was going to be used for!

"Oh Sydney, don't be silly. That's a perfect present for you," Cindy said grinning.

Sydney just gave the spoon a sour look and set it aside so that she could accept the next present from her Mommy Kay. "Hmm, maybe she'll like this one a little better," Kay, said as she passed the second package over.

Cindy and Kay opened their gifts, but they both watched little Sydney as she slowly unwrapped the present. It was obvious that the young girl was dreading the finding of something else that could be used to scorch her bottom.

To Sydney's delight it was a GOOD present. In fact it was a very good present. She couldn't quite believe her luck as she stared down at her lap. The pretty paper had revealed a brand new interactive storybook. The Emerald City of OZ just begged to be opened and read!

"Oh....Mommies! It's....thank you!!!" she said, slightly awed.

"Your welcome Sydney Marie. Cindy and I thought that since you'd been so good you deserved something nice under the tree," Kay explained.

The present exchanging continued. Sydney gave both of her mommies presents that she had made for them at school and in her spare time. They told her how wonderful they were and Sydney basked with pride.

By the time the tree was bare of gifts, Sydney had decided she was a very lucky little girl. She had received not just one, but two wonderful storybooks, as well as some new clothing and several more small toys. This was of course in addition to an assortment of wooden and plastique spanking toys that she would be squirming under later.

Her happiness was short lived however, because it was time for her second switching. But first, Mommy Cindy decided she needed a nice long spanking from her brand new kitchen spoon. With her little girl lying over her knees, the spoon began to descend again and again.

First it came down on the back of her pajamas and it stung, but it wasn't too terrible. However, her mommy soon decided it was time for her daughter to experience the new spoon on her bare bottom. The flap was lowered to expose wiggling red cheeks.

The spoon began to descend. It landed hard and fast and seemed to be able to find just the spot where it would hurt the most. With many shrieks, sobs, and kicks, Sydney received a thorough going over. And only after her backside felt as if it had been set on fire, was it time for her switching.

"Cindy I think we'll save the cane for bedtime," Kay said thoughtfully. The order in which the canes were used was completely up to the parents. As long as they were used, there was a small amount of leeway given about the order.

"Poor Sydney," Cindy looked at her young penitatas daughter. "I'm afraid you aren't going to be sleeping comfortable tonight."

Sydney, who was still sobbing from the wooden spoon, burst into sobs anew. "I'm so sorryyyy. Puhleaseeeee no more spankinggggg," she begged.

"Don't be silly young lady. Of course there's going to be more spankings! We've hardly begun," Kay said. She took Sydney by the hand and pulled her towards the stool. She lifted the scratchy mat off of the top and deposited her young daughter belly down over the top of it.

"Mommmmyyyyyy," Sydney pleaded, pointlessly. She was held in place and suddenly the whippy willow switch was stinging her bottom horrible. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeee!" The burning pain completely took her breath away, and words were impossible.

She stayed bent over the stool while her already welted bottom, was thrashed all over again. It burned and burned until she was sure it was simply going to go up in flames! For all her sobbing and carrying on, she didn't miss out on one lick of the switch.

Each one was delivered exactly as planned, and a good many of them had scalded her tender little sit spot and thighs. The little girl was very unhappy to find out that when the switching was over she was going to be SITTING on the stool.

She knew she should have been very thankful that the green mat hadn't been set there first, but somehow she couldn't quite manage it. Instead she tried hard to lift her sore bottom off the seat. When she realized that it just made her weight press against the back of her even sorer thighs she gave that up quickly.

She had to sit there for an entire hour. And tears crept down her cheeks for nearly the entire time. She tried hard to remind herself that she had earned her punishment. She was a penitatas because of her selfish actions and law breaking, but it was difficult.

And it was turning out to be the most horrible day of her life.

The afternoon flew by in a whirl of activity. Once Sydney was finally allowed to get off of her sore bottom, she was taken upstairs to dress. She climbed into the velvet and lace Christmas dress reluctantly.

"You look beautiful Sydney!" Cindy exclaimed.

"Thank you mommy," Sydney Marie said through gritted teeth. She was never going to get used to the frilly dresses they were forever putting her in. The red velvet of the dress matched her red tights, and highly polished black Mary Janes completed the outfit.

The dress was very short, and there were several layers of ruffles beneath it that pushed it out. It almost resembled a tutu and Sydney knew that when she sat down there would be nothing covering her backside but the thin tights. To make matters worse, she had been warned that they had plans for the afternoon.

But long periods of corner time was another Christmas tradition, so Sydney Marie found herself back in her least favorite place. The corner. She spent an hour perched on the matt covered stool before she was allowed to climb down. A short but intense hairbrush spanking occurred then, simply as a reminder for Sydney to behave while they were out. And then it was time to get going.

Sydney trooped out the door like a good little girl. One little hand was held by each mommy, which kept her from tugging at the hem of her embarrassingly short dress. They hopped into the hovercar for a short ride, finally stopping in front of a brightly decorated house. "Well, here we are," Kay said as she rang the bell.

The door swung open, "Cindy! Kay! Come on in... oh this must be little Sydney Marie. Isn't she just adorable!" The chubby blond woman clapped her hands happily and then stepped back so they could enter. "John? JOHNNN!!" she called loudly. "Drat, where has that naughty boy gone to," she muttered.

"I'm here mommy!" a small voice piped behind her. A dark haired boy dressed in a neat little suit and tie peeked around the corner. The silver 'P' of a penitatas was clearly emblazoned on the back of his wrist. Sydney recognized him at once.

"Oh good! John this is Sydney Marie," his mother said.

"Hi Sydney. I know Sydney mommy. She's in my class,"

"Oh? Well good, why don't you both go and play, and remember to behave," his mommy warned them.

"Yes mommy; come on Sydney. I'll show you my room," John said politely.

"Thanks Carol. The house looks great. I just love..."

The adult's conversation faded as the two little penitatas moved up the stairs. John stopped in front of a door and opened it. "This is it," he said. The two children occupied themselves quietly, playing with John's toys. Neither one of them was able to sit comfortably, but they tried to ignore that. They also tried to forget the fact that there were even worse things ahead for them, but it wasn't easy.

After an hour or so, John's mother Carol came to get them. "Having fun?" she asked pleasantly. Without waiting for an answer she continued, "It's time for dinner children. Put away the toys and come downstairs," she instructed.

Sydney and John picked up all of the toys. They were especially careful to leave the room neat and orderly. They certainly didn't want to be punished for disobeying! As soon as everything was put away the two pennies hurried downstairs to the dining room. Sydney saw her two mommies, as well as John's parents, and a couple other people she didn't even recognize.

She was directed to a smaller table where a much younger girl was already sitting. She walked over to the table curiously and found that the third child was also a penny. She also noticed something that worried her, a LOT! The little penny girl was sniffling as she sat. Her skirt had been lifted and her panties downed so that she could settle her bare bottom on the hard wood.

John and Sydney Marie exchanged worried glances. Their fears came to pass when Kay got up from the table and approached Sydney. In a flash her tights and panties had been yanked to her ankles. The poofy skirt stood nearly straight out from her body so there was no need to move it. "Sit down young lady," Kay ordered.

Sydney settled down slowly. As soon as her sore flesh touched the seat she whimpered and began to squirm. Her struggling was rewarded by being pulled back to her feet, smacked a good number of times and then sat back down in her chair. "Mommmmmmmyyyyy," she howled.

Across the table John was receiving similar treatment. Even though they were served wonderful food none of the children had much of an appetite. Succulent turkey and potatoes, candied yams...all of it smelled and look delicious, but the three pennies only began eating when they had been reminded that they had to clean their plates before they could be excused, and more importantly, stand up.

Three morose penitatas finally finished their dinners. Sydney, John, and the youngest one, Marilee, were allowed to get up from the table only when they had all three finished. Then they took their plates to the kitchen and were grateful to be sent upstairs while the adults had dessert and chatted. Naughty little penitatas didn't get to have dessert of course.

Sydney and Marilee didn't know each other, and didn't bother to introduce themselves; they simply began playing and talking together. They shared a bond that went beyond being children. It was the bond of three very repentant, very unhappy young people.

Eventually the conversation turned to the subject of their crimes. Sydney looked at Marilee, "So what did you do? You got rejuved real young huh?" she asked.

"Uh-huh...I did thomethin' real bad," Marilee said. Her childish voice had a slight lisp that clearly annoyed her. "I owned thom 'partment buildin's and I was thopsed to fix them up cause there wath some dangerouth stuff in 'em," Marilee explained sadly.

"But I din't wanna thpend all the money so I bribed the inthepctor to pass them anyway," Marilee said.

"That doesn't sound that bad," Sydney said, confused.

"It wath bad becauthe I rented them out and a little Kindern died cauthe of it," Marilee finished. She looked down at her lap, very ashamed.

"Oh Wow," Sydney said. She stared at Marilee in shock. Killing, or being responsible for the death of a real child was the worst crime there was. Real children, Kindern, were very rare since rejuvenation had become available. Marilee had been sentenced to 4x4-12

Sydney took a turn and described her crime. Then John went. Since John knew both Marilee and Sydney Marie, he had already known their stories, but neither of them knew his and they were eager to hear it. It passed the time until finally, Carol came to tell Sydney it was time to go home.

Sydney's stomach fell to her feet immediately. She'd been trying hard to forget that there were still more spankings waiting for her at home.

Sydney trotted down the stairs obediently. Cindy helped her into her warm jacket and then there was a flurry of goodbyes from everyone as they departed. The ride home wasn't nearly long enough for Sydney who was very worried about her poor, sore, little bottom.

The hovercar pulled into the driveway. Sydney waited for one of her mommies to release the harness that kept her safely in her seat, and then she climbed slowly out of her car. Mommy Kay had to give her a gentle swat to get her moving towards the house faster. Even the gentlest of smacks hurt though, and Sydney picked up the pace.

As soon as they were in the house and had removed their outerwear, Sydney was being sent upstairs to wait in her room. She was careful not to stomp or act like she might be having a tantrum as she went. That would earn her extra.

When she got inside she went straight to 'her' corner, where she placed her hands on her head. After around half an hour she heard someone come into her room. "Sydney let's get your pretty dress off," Cindy said gently.

Sydney turned around and eagerly began stripping the hated velvet apparel off of her body. Cindy smacked her little hands away, "You know better then that!" she said as she began to remove the dress much more gently then Sydney Marie had been doing.

The dress, the tights, and the shoes were removed but nothing else replaced them. Instead Sydney was put back in the corner nude. The naughty little girl was feeling horribly exposed and embarrassed but there was nothing she could do about it. She waited for a very long time wishing she was out of the corner, but at the same time wishing she could stay and avoid what was to come next.

At last she was allowed to turn around. The straight-backed chair that she despised had already been placed at the center of the room. Mommy Cindy was sitting in it, waiting for her and tapping a hairbrush against the palm of her hand. Mommy Kay sat on the bed watching and waiting for her turn.

First the little penitatas was turned over Cindy's lap for a nice long hand spanking. When she was even redder and sorer then she ever thought possible, Cindy began to use the hairbrush. The wooden object struck her bruised and blistered hind cheeks unmercifully, making her scream with each hard crack.

Sydney Marie was quite hysterical when the hairbrush stopped its descent. She hopped around and fanned at her heated backside in an attempt to cool it down. She didn't even try to rub. She knew it would only make things worse.

She was allowed no more then a few seconds of dancing before she found herself facing the corner again. This time her stay against the wall was relatively short. Only a few minutes had passed (though it seemed much longer from her perspective) before Kay called her back from the corner.

"Sydney Marie it's time for your bath," she said. Sydney turned around and saw that Cindy had left the room at some point. That she was to be given a bath took her by surprise. She was sure she would be getting another switching, or at least a spanking. Even though a hot bath on her sore bottom was going to hurt, she figured it could be worse.

She padded into the bathroom on bare feet. The tub was half full of water that was just the right temperature for her delicate skin. She climbed into the tub and sat down with a wince. Kay washed the little girl from head to toe; as usual Sydney Marie was amazed at the amount of dirt that came off of her.

Even when she didn't do anything but sit still she still managed to get dirty. It seemed that children were simply dirt magnets and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mommies never seemed to mind the dirt and unless she was playing roughly and ruined her clothing, she was never punished for it. It was a normal part of being a child.

She waited patiently as mommy Kay rinsed her off and she climbed out of the tub when she was told. There was no fluffy towel waiting to engulf her wet body this night though. Instead she was put across her mommies lap and with her bottom still soaked from the bath, she was soundly spanked.

A wet bottom spanking was always a very bad thing, but tonight it was an agony and Sydney couldn't help but shriek at the top of her lungs and squirm desperately to get away. The water had softened her bottom; in addition it was very welted and somewhat bruised from a long day of punishment.

She was sobbing inconsolably when Mommy Kay picked her up and brought her into the bedroom. She barely understood what was happening when she was placed face down on her bed. Cindy sat at the top of the bed, just above where Sydney Marie's head rested. She took the little girl's hands into hers and held them tight.

Sydney was comforted by the touch but she knew it meant something bad was about to happen. She was right! Her mommies had saved the meanest switch of them all for her bedtime spanking. It was a cane, a junior one, but a cane nonetheless. She tried to remember how many strokes she was to get and then she remembered. Ten. Ten. Long. Hard. Burning. Strokes.

"This is what naughty little girls who break the law get on Christmas Sydney Marie. They get their bottoms spanked and spanked and spanked and THEN they get their sore bottoms blistered with a switch," Kay lectured.

"IIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMMM SORRYYYYY," Sydney howled. "I'll be goooooodddd! I won't ever b.b.breakkk the law no moreeee."

"I just bet you won't young lady! But you're still getting that naughty penny bottom blistered aren't you little girl?" Kay demanded, rhetorically.

She burst into tears before it even touched her. Her howls were magnified to incredible proportions when the severe caning began. Ten times the flexible cane came down across her badly abused backside. A real child would have been in shock from the pain, even as a penitatas, Sydney was completely hysterical before even a quarter had been given.

"Noooo pleaseee no more no more," she babbled through her tears.

"Sorry Sydney Marie but you still have a long ways to go," Kay said firmly. She continued on, not giving the little girl any mercy. Each stroke burned just as badly, if not more, then the last one.

Both Kay and Cindy were feeling horribly sorry for the little criminal, but they knew there was no choice. Special punishment day rules were in effect, normal limits didn't apply. Kay was forced to remind herself more then once that the child on the bed was a criminal who had been rejuved for her illegal behaviors, and that she deserved every bit of the punishment.

Even so she was glad when it was over. She set the cane on the floor and sat down on the bed to rub the little girl's back. Cindy, still sitting above Sydney on the bed, also consoled the girl by whispering what a good girl she had been to take her punishment so well.

The pain was too great for poor Sydney Marie to fall asleep. Her backside burned and pained her terribly every time she moved even the smallest amount. The nano lotion, which would completely heal the skin, was not allowed to be given until the next morning.

They let Sydney cry out all of her frustrations over the horrible day for a couple of hours or so, and then Cindy slipped in and turned on the Delta inducer so that Sydney could finally sleep. It didn't help the penitatas' bottom feel any better, but at least it allowed her to rest somewhat.

Sydney Marie's first special punishment day was finally over.

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