DISCLAIMER: I wrote this story (and the rest of the series) in the first person prespective. I wanted to experience what the penitatas would go through during a sentance, and this is what I came up with.
First Days
By Dr. Discipline
I looked up at the clock for what must have been the hundredth time since being locked in this room. I was scheduled for rejuvenation today at three o'clock. In 45 minutes I would be a child by appearance, law and custom. It is the price I am to pay for my crime.
I did something really stupid. I broke into the Earth Government Employee Database, stole all their salary information and posted it on the net. People always complained that the information was never released. I fixed that problem.
My crime is 'slicing' or hacking as it used to be called. For my trouble I've been sentenced to be a child. To start over again from the beginning, to try and make right this time where I went wrong last time. I have to live under the strict guidance of my new 'parents' who will punish me for my crimes by spanking me often.
For my crime, I've been sentenced to 'four times five to ten.' This means that I will be turned into a five-year-old child, where I will live with very strict parents until I reach the age of ten. At that point I'll have to start the process over again, and again and again. I've got to do four cycles of five years each, 20 years of hell.
After one-third of my sentence is over, I will go from 'hard time' to 'soft time'. This means that the focus of my sentence changes from punishment to rehabilitation. I will get a lot of counselling and help. The final third of a sentence is typically done on parole, as an adult.
Sometimes if you really behave yourself or prove you've learned your lesson you can get parole after one-third of your sentence and finish your current cycle with the parents you have. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. If it does, you get to stay with your parents until you turn 21, at which point you become an adult again.
It's really not that bad. I know I'm going to get spanked a lot and I know I'll have a lot of strict rules to follow. But it's better than the way things used to be, locked in a cell for years with no chance of making a decent living afterwards. After everything is said and done, I think I'd rather be here than somewhere else.
I looked up at the clock again when the door to my room opened up; it was 10 minutes until three, time to go. I was taken down the hall to the rejuvenation chamber. The gown I was wearing fluttered between my knees as I walked.
I was taken into a room with various pieces of medical equipment in it. There was an exam table in the middle of the room. Suspended over the table was the rejuvenation array. It resembled an X-ray machine from centuries past. I was told to lay down on the table and relax. The doctor placed a hypospray to my neck and pressed the plunger. I felt a tingle, and heard the distinct 'hiss' associated with the device. I observed the time as being 2:58 PM when the room faded into black.
When I woke up (on my own) I was alone in the room. A man in a white coat emerged from a door next to a large mirror. It was now 3:47 PM. The man had me sit up on the table and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Kaufman, and I'll be examining you." I looked blankly into his eyes. He seemed very large, but then I remembered what had just happened. I looked down and noticed that the silver 'P' of a penitatas was indelibly marked on the backs of my hands.
The doctor removed various pieces of equipment from the racks in the room and began examining me. First he checked my vital signs and then blood was taken. My eyes, ears and reflexes were tested, and I checked for general physical health. He ran a scanner over my body, paying close attention to my head. He looked at the results and made some notes in a file. He pressed some buttons on a nearby console and scanned me again.
The doctor then asked me some questions. Did I feel dizzy or nauseated? Where was I, what was the date, and so on. He asked me about 15 questions and then put away the equipment. He sat at his desk and made some more notes in my file. I sat on the table quietly playing with the gown that now fit very loosely over my small body. I looked up when I heard more people enter the room.
First there was another man in a suit. He was talking with a large woman who was wearing a long dress. They seemed to be talking about me.
"Well do you think you will have any trouble with Seth here?" He was gesturing in my direction.
"No, my husband should be back from his business trip in a few days. Besides, I have lots of help at home. I also have a 10 year-old voluntaras." 'Great' I thought to myself. 'A lordly big brother or sister to boss me around', just what I needed.
The man in the suit spoke to me: "Seth, meet your new mommy, Ms. Peterson."
I just stared at the both them.
The doctor spoke next: "I think Seth here is clear to go home. He is showing some signs of rejuve shock, but that should wear off in a few days. Don't be too hard on him, try to keep him indoors unless it is necessary and keep him away from of excitement and strenuous activity. He'll need a lot of rest when he gets home. I recommend putting him straight to bed after you've given him his welcome home spanking."
Mom looked concerned. "Thank you doctor, I'll do that. But what about his dinner?"
"Don't worry about that, I doubt he'll feel like eating anyway. Besides, it will make him groggy and possibly upset his stomach. He can make up for it with a good breakfast tomorrow."
I stopped listening at that point and just sat there in silence. I didn't want to hear anymore. I didn't even speak or move when mom started dressing me. I didn't resist, but I didn't co-operate either. I just sat there still and quiet while mom dressed me in pants, shirt and a jacket.
We left the judicial building after mom had signed some papers and walked to where mom had parked her hovercar, she held my hand the entire way. She was talking about sisters and babysitting and spanking, but I wasn't paying attention to her. The world seemed a lot larger now. This was going to take some getting used to.
Mom opened the doors to her vehicle with a remote. It was a larger hovercar, capable of carrying eight people. She placed me in a booster seat in the back of the car and put on my safety harness. She engaged the child safety lock on the door and closed it. I watched as she got in on the other side and we started the journey to my new home.
Mom didn't say much during the trip. I sat in silence and watched the scenery go by. My booster seat allowed me to see out the large windows easily. I always loved travelling, and I supposed I would enjoy it more now that I wasn't responsible for the operation of the hovercar. Now, I could just sit and watch the scenery.
We pulled into the driveway of a house in what looked like a nice quiet neighbourhood. There was a park across the street and a few houses down the road. Several children were playing on the equipment there, most of them looked older then I was, but there were one or two that appeared to be about my age.
Mom got out of the car and went around to let me out. I tried to undo my safety harness, but I was unable to because it seemed to be childproof. Mom came around to my side of the car, opened the door undid my harness and took me out of the car. She picked me up and carried me into the house. The front door opened automatically when we approached it.
Mom set me down in the entrance to the house, took off my shoes and told me to go into the corner of the living room and remain there until I was told to move. I obeyed quietly, not wanting to cause trouble. There was a cornerstool in the corner so I moved it out of the way and stood facing the wall. I listened to the grandfather clock ticking away, counting the seconds I was in the corner. I lost count somewhere around 700.
I heard mom moving about for a while, completing chores or something. After a while she came back into the living room and I sensed her behind me. I was pulled from the corner and taken to the couch. She sat down, standing me in front of her. She unfastened my pants and pushed them down to my ankles.
"Oh no, please don't, please don't spank me, no please." I cried.
"Sorry dear I have to, it's my job" my new mommy replied as she placed me across her lap. Without warning I felt her palm explode across my underwear clad bottom. I let out a scream and started begging and pleading for leniency. She ignored me and kept on spanking my bottom with her hand. The smacks were slow and measured and after a while it started to really sting.
Soon I was crying freely, partly from the pain but mostly from the humiliation of being treated this way. My bottom really started to sting and I put my hand back to protect it. Mom simply swept my wrist up with her free left hand in one swift motion. Her right hand never missed a beat during this.
My bottom was really stinging now, and I was relieved when she stopped. My relief was short lived though, when I felt her pulling my underwear down to meet my pants. I increased my begging for her to stop, but she resumed spanking my now bare (and sore) bottom with her hand. I never imagined that being spanked could hurt so much. I kicked and screamed and cried over her lap while she continued to slap my little bare cheeks.
I knew that the nano-web that had been implanted in my brain was partly responsible for my reaction. It enhanced a recipient's emotions so that they acted more like a child than an adult. They, (we) react to stimuli as a child would, crying and so on.
Once again she stopped spanking me and rubbed my back to comfort me. I thought she was done but I knew I was wrong when I saw her pull a mother's helper paddle from her purse lying nearby. I started to really panic at this point, and pleaded to for her to end my torture. She ignored me and resumed spanking my bare bottom, this time with the paddle.
The paddle crashed into my tender bottom and I started howling. The pain I was feeling was twice as bad as before. I tried to kick my way out, but she simply put her leg over the backs of my knees. I was held firmly in place while that terrible paddle just kept coming down, beating it's painful tattoo of red across my bare bottom. I thought for sure that she was going to spank me until I couldn't sit for a month.
Soon I was in too much pain to even cry or fight. I was completely exhausted and just lay over mom's knee as she continued to blister (it felt like she was blistering) my bare bottom. She finally stopped the spanking and allowed me to cry over her knee for a few minutes while she rubbed my back and my bottom. She still kept my hand held at the small of my back so I couldn't rub the fire out of my flaming arse.
After I had settled down to a light sobbing, she turned me over and sat me down on her lap. I winced and cried as my tortured bottom came into contact with the rough material of her dress. She rocked me and held me close and wiped away my tears, trying to comfort me.
She took my chin in her hand so she could look me in the eyes while she talked to me. "Seth, are you going to be a good little boy for your daddy and I"?
I tried to avoid her stare but I couldn't. I burst into a fresh torrent of tears and simply nodded affirmative.
"That's good." she replied. "Otherwise I'll have to spank your naughty bottom like I just did. Of course you do understand that as a penitatas your new daddy and I will have to spank you a lot don't you"?
Again I nodded, unable to speak.
"Good. Now lets go up to your new room and we'll put you to bed for the night. You can have something to eat tomorrow." Again I nodded, too tired and broken to do anything. I didn't resist at all when mom picked me up and carried me up the stairs and into my new bedroom. I felt oddly secure in her arms as we went up the stairs.
My bedroom did not surprise me at all. It was decorated in a Star Fleet motif complete with matching bed sheets and curtains. The dresser was painted space black with white dots for stars. It even had Star Fleet emblems for pull handles on the drawers. I knew I was going to be treated like the five-year-old I appeared to be.
Mom set me down next to the bed and I stood there quietly while mom quickly stripped my shirt from me. I'd kicked my pants and underwear off during my spanking. I watched as she removed a pair of footed pyjamas with teddy bears on them and a pair of plain blue underwear from one of the dresser drawers. She dressed me in the juvenile sleepwear and pulled the sheets down on the bed. I crawled in when she patted the mattress and lay on my side because my bottom still hurt way too much. The covers were pulled up to my shoulders and I was tucked in. She sat on the bed and looked at me.
"I know it's going to be hard for you dear, but whether you believe it or not you will make it through this. The Penitatas program is one of the most efficient ways to deal with criminals. You are safe from the dangers that people faced in prisons, and you're going to get another chance at making your life right. And when your sentence is over you won't have the stigma of a criminal record holding you back."
With that she kissed me lightly on the forehead and walked to the door of my bedroom. "By the way Seth," she paused.
I looked up at her from under the blankets.
"I love you."
With that she walked out of the room. She clicked off the light and closed the door so that it was ajar a scant few inches.
All I remember after that was crying myself to sleep while my empty tummy rumbled in the night. It was barely ten minutes past six o'clock.
I woke up the next morning with a cold damp feeling under the sheets. I stirred and rolled over to realise that I had wet the bed during the night. It took a few minutes for me to realise why this had happened. "Stupid muscle memory loss" I said out loud. I remembered that as a kindern it had taken me a long time before I grew out of bed-wetting.
I got out of the bed with a sigh and went to the dresser to find some dry clothes. I could only reach the first two of five drawers, and I hoped I would get lucky. I rummaged around for a moment before I found clean underwear and pyjamas. I didn't feel like wearing any of the juvenile clothing in the dresser, but it was better then wearing the wet clothes, and I didn't want to be naked. I removed the soiled clothes and put on the clean ones. This particular pair of pyjamas had starships printed on them, and they were in two pieces.
I started to look around the room for something to play with. I was too scared to come out alone, and since I couldn't just sit here all day and do nothing, I might as well play like the child I appeared to be. Before I could get a chance to look anywhere though I felt a sharp pinching in my bottom. I rubbed for a moment and didn't think about it, at least until I'd been 'stung' two more times.
With horror I realised that I was wearing 'bee-riefs'. They looked like regular underwear; except that they 'stung' you in the bottom at random times. I quickly stripped off the bottoms to my pj's, pulled the uncomfortable underwear off my body and tossed them across the room. Glaring at them in the corner, I put my pyjama pants back on and started to look for something to play with
I found some interlocking building bricks (Lego) in the toy chest and began playing with them. I loved playing with these as a kindern and I found that I still loved them. I was in the middle of building a super hovercar with twin XJL super turbo engines when someone opened the door and popped their head in the room to look at me.
She looked about six or seven years old and had long brown hair that was done up in a pigtails. I noticed a silver 'P' on the back of her hand when she leaned into the room. She was wearing a Boswell Bunny night-gown.
"Hi" she said as sat opposite to me and crossed her legs. "Watcha' makin'?"
Wordlessly I held up the half-completed hovercar and shrugged.
"My name is Jessica. I'm six."
I ignored her and studied my work.
She manoeuvred her head so that she was looking into my eyes. "What's a matter? Are you sick?"
I shook my head and resumed working on my project.
"Just don't feel like talking right now?"
I shook my head again.
"Well, I'll leave you alone then." And with that she got up and left the room.
I continued playing for some time until I heard the door opening again. This time is was mom. She came into the room and knelt down beside me.
"Good morning little one."
I just looked up at her wordlessly.
"Aren't you going to say good morning"?
I mumbled something to her. That seemed to satisfy her for now. She looked up and noticed my soiled clothes in the corner. "What's this?" she asked. She got up and picked up the clothes in the corner.
Again I looked up at her wordlessly. I turned away from her when she noticed the wet spot on the bed.
"Come here please Seth," she said in a low voice. I knew that I was about to get a spanking and started crying as I got up and shuffled over to her with my head down. I was surprised when she put me on her lap instead of over it. She held me close to her and started rocking me.
"Awww poor boy, you wet the bed. Did you have a wetting problem when you were little?" I nodded tearfully. "Well don't worry about it." She wiped away my tears with the back of her hand. "You'll learn control again. You forgot about the muscle memory loss didn't you?" Again I nodded. "Look, it's okay. You're not going to be in any trouble. Now, lets get you dressed and ready for the day."
Relief washed over me as mom stood up and went over to the dresser. She removed some denim overalls and a T-shirt from one of the drawers that I couldn't reach. The overalls had a picture of Doggy Do-right embroidered on them. She also took out a pair of what I hoped were regular underwear and some socks. She placed these items on the bed and helped me to get dressed.
When she finished dressing me she stood up. "I'll bet you'd like some breakfast, wouldn't you?" I was famished and nodded enthusiastically. "You sit here and play with your building bricks while I make you breakfast and get the girls ready for school, okay?"
I answered her by sitting on the floor and resuming my building. I felt better, now that I knew I wouldn't be spanked for wetting the bed. I was totally engrossed in my play and didn't move when I was called down to breakfast. I had to be called a second time before I finally acknowledged her. My toys forgotten, I raced down the stairs to the kitchen and sat at the table.
"Seth, please don't run in the house." mom said as she served me breakfast. There were two other children at the table with me. The first was the six-year-old I met earlier and the other was voluntaras. I figured she was the older sister that was mentioned at the rejuve clinic yesterday. She was pretty, also had long brown hair except that hers was braided.
I ate my scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and toast with vigour. I was hungry, and hadn't eaten since well before my rejuvenation yesterday. Breakfast was filling and delicious. I topped everything off with a large glass of milk, "just what a growing boy needs" mom said.
After I'd finished eating I put my dishes in the washer unit like the other girls did. I had a hard time reaching it, until mom showed me a stepping stool. I noticed the girls were wearing school uniforms. Jessica was wearing a tartan jumper while the older voluntaras was wearing a plaid skirt. I was wondered what her name was when mom called her.
"Mary, I want you and Jessica to go to the Franklin's after school if I'm not home. I have to take Seth here shopping."
"Okay mom, I will." She had a nice voice, soft. It reminded me of one of my teachers that I had a crush on when I was a kindern.
The girls left for school a few minutes after that. I didn't know what to do because mom said nothing to me, so I started exploring the house while she was cleaning the kitchen.
The living room was open and large. Thick light coloured carpet covered the floor. There was a fireplace along one wall, and a grandfather clock along another. There were two corners suitable for a time out, and one of them had a cornerstool in it. I noticed that it was one of the regular penitatas rated ones where the top was cut into square pyramids. I'd never actually sat on one, but I had no doubts that I would be perched atop this one before long.
I found what looked like the master bedroom down the hall. It had its own bathroom, which was good, because I had to go. I unfastened my overalls with some difficulty and did my business. It took me while to get my clothing back on. My fingers just would not co-operate, but I finally managed. I left the bedroom and continued my exploration upstairs.
First I found Jessica's room at the top of the stairs. Hers was decorated in a 'Fairy Jenny' motif. A large ivory hairbrush on her night table looked like it could deliver a wicked spanking. A PAD on her desk told me that she was doing printing practice for homework. I figured that she'd be spanked for forgetting it.
Mary's room was next. There was no theme to this room, but it was nice. Pastel coloured bed sheets and curtains made this room feel warm. By the various posters on the walls and lack of toys in this room I figured that Mary acted older than she was. I noticed that she had a bicycle helmet and that made me envious. I would not be allowed to have a bicycle for many years.
Moving on, I passed my room and found the upstairs bathroom. This was clearly designed for children. The low sink and easy access fixtures were a dead give-away to that fact. The room was bright and colourful and the clothes hamper had a rainbow on it. The bathtub was shallow and had safety grips all around, and a non-slip mat on the bottom of it.
My exploration of my new home ended when I heard mom calling my name. I went back down to the living room where she was calling me. "It's time to go shopping Seth. Now, I know that you're going to be a very good little boy, otherwise I'll have to spank your bottom with this." She held up the helper paddle she used on my bare bottom last night. I was still a little sore from that experience and had no desire for a repeat. The problem with being a penitatas however, is that even if you behave perfectly that still doesn't mean you won't get spanked.
"I'll be good mom. I promise." It was the first real words I'd spoken since my rejuvenation. I felt a bit better since breakfast; my morning troubles were forgotten as easily as it had happened.
"Glad to hear it. Now lets get your jacket and shoes on."
Mom helped me into my jacket and put my shoes on for me. We got into the car and drove to the mall. It was an uneventful drive, I just stared out the window and watched people go about their business. When we arrived at the mall about 15 minutes later, mom parked the car and got out. She had to let me out because the child safety lock was still engaged on the door. It made me feel like a prisoner, but I knew that it was done for my own safety and protection.
Once in the mall we went into a children's clothing store. Mom started looking at the racks of clothes and talked with a sales clerk. Most of the clothes didn't interest me; it all looked too juvenile.
After a while I grew bored and started to look around. Before I realised it, I had wondered away from mom and the children's clothing store. I frantically looked around but only found a sea of legs. I suddenly felt very scared and alone, and I started to cry in the middle of the mall. A security guard found me and spoke into a comm unit on his sleeve. He picked me up and carried me to my waiting mother and set me down in front of her. Her towering figure loomed over me and scared me to death.
"Seth, what did I tell you? I told you not to move from my side didn't I?"
I looked down at my feet. I knew I was about to be spanked. "Yes ma'am."
"And what did you do mister?"
"I left you."
"That's right. What do you think I should do about it?"
I wanted to say something like 'give me another chance' or 'let me off this time' but I could tell that mom was mad. Eventually I said, "I suppose I deserve a spanking."
"Well, you certainly do mister." And with that she knelt down on one knee beside me and placed me over her other knee. Thankfully, she didn't pull my pants down but she did start off with the helper paddle. I screamed that I was sorry and that I wouldn't do it again. Several people had stopped to watch my spanking, and I really didn't care. I was more concerned with the burning I was feeling in my bottom.
Mom continued to paddle me until I was howling. When mom was done I thought I'd had about 100 smacks on my bottom with the paddle but in reality it was probably somewhere around three dozen. I cried for a bit while I rubbed my bottom. Mom held my hand firmly while we walked to a customer service kiosk in the middle of the mall.
She talked with the clerk for a moment, and then the clerk brought out a stroller. 'She's got to be kidding, I'm much to old for a stroller' I thought. I looked at it as if it were an electric chair. "Are you going to make me sit in that mom?" I asked.
"Yes I am. You wondered off like an irresponsible child, and I make sure you can't do it again, now don't I? Unless of course you'd rather go to Discipline Zone."
With a shudder I said "Uhh no mom I think that's okay." Discipline Zone (or DZ) was a penitatas childcare service at most penitatas rated malls. There were games and stuff there, but you were always guaranteed a spanking. I had worked there part time while I was in college, so I knew what the place was all about and I really didn't want to go there.
So I sat in the stroller. I was a little big for it, but I fit comfortably. Mom fastened the seat belt so I couldn't get out and pushed me around the mall to finish her shopping. I quickly grew bored and tired and soon I fell asleep. I must have been very tired because when I woke up I was in my own bed. Evidently I didn't wake up when I was carried to the car, to the house, or when I was put into the bed for my nap.
Mom had put me to bed fully clothed, and I was relieved to find that I hadn't wet the bed this time. I got out of the bed, rubbed my eyes and went down stairs to find mom. I found her in the living room watching a holoprogram.
"Well hello there sleepyhead."
I sat on the couch next to her and tried to watch the holoprogram she was watching. It didn't interest me and I grew bored quickly, so I was happy when mom told me that she bought me something to play with.
She pulled a colouring book and set of crayons from a bag. Children's drawings were one of the only things still done on paper. PAD's were used for almost everything, including homework. Crayons have evolved since they were invented, but they still worked the same way.
I thanked mommy for the present and lay down on the floor and started colouring. Time passed very quickly as I worked. I had a hard time keeping inside the lines, but I knew I'd improve. That is why colouring is popular among rejuves, it helped to rebuild the fine motor skills lost during the rejuve, and it was a lot more fun than printing practice. I knew I was going to spend many hours with my new toys.
I looked up to the sound of the front door closing; it was Jessica and Mary coming back from school. Jessica looked scared, and then I remembered the homework that was left on her desk. She was carrying a large yellow envelope, which she gave to mom.
"What is this Jessica?"
Jessica looked at the floor and bit her thumbnail. "I got in trouble at school for forgetting my homework this morning mom."
Mom put the contents of the envelope, a coded chip into a hand-held reader and read it. "Young lady this is the fourth time in two weeks. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Jessica looked up. She looked like a frightened animal. "I'm sorry mom, I won't do it anymore."
"You got that right. Come here"
Jessica shuffled over to her mother. I stopped colouring and was watching Jessica. I watched as mom grabbed Jessica and pulled her close. Mom undid Jessica's jumper and pushed it to the floor. Jessica made no move to cover her white panties.
Mom picked Jessica up and placed her over her just like she did to me yesterday. She began spanking her panties with crisp hard smacks. Jessica was crying and begging for her to stop. I felt sorry for her because I knew what she was going through. I almost started crying myself, just from watching Jessica being punished.
Mom stopped spanking Jessica long enough to pull her underwear off. Mom resumed spanking as Jessica continued to howl in pain. Jessica was squirming as her bottom was growing pink under mother's palm. Mom stopped and stood Jessica up on her feet. "Go sit on the cornerstool, now!" mom commanded.
Jessica let out a bawl but obeyed. I watched as she set her pink bottom on the bumpy surface of the punishment stool. Jessica placed her ankles in the restraints, but left them unlocked. She squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position. Even though I hadn't sat on one (yet), I knew there was no comfortable position on that horrible thing. That's the way it was designed.
Mom got up from the couch and walked up the stairs. I sat and watched Jessica squirm and cry on the stool. I got up and went over to her and gave her a big hug. She thanked me between her sobs and hugged me back. I told her that everything would be OK and (tried) to comfort her. I moved back to the couch when mom came down the stairs and told me to. She went to the cornerstool and fastened the ankle restraints.
Mom sat on the couch and started reading a novel she'd retrieved from upstairs. Jessica's ivory hairbrush was beside her. I wanted to go up to my room and play because I didn't want to see Jessica suffer the under the pain of that brush. When I got up to leave, mom told me to sit. She told me: "I want you to see what happens to naughty children in this house." I wasn't even allowed to colour! Mary had gone up to her room when she got home, and had missed the spanking.
I already knew what was going to happen but I didn't say anything because want to be a part of the lesson. So, I just sat there and watched Jessica cry and squirm on the stool. I felt so sorry for Jessica at that moment, and I could fell tears welling up in my eyes again. I'd never had a brother or sister before, so I didn't know if my feelings were normal or not.
Jessica's crying subsided slowly. When it was down to a low sniffling, mom got up and removed her from the stool. Jessica must have been on the stool for about 15 or 20 minutes when mom removed her from it. She carried the small six-year-old to the armchair. Mom sat down and placed Jessica across her lap. Mom placed her leg over the backs of Jessica's knees like she did to me yesterday.
Mom pointed the brush at me. "Now Seth, you watch carefully. This is what will happen to you if you disobey me." She addressed Jessica next: "Young lady, why am I about to spank your naughty little bottom?"
"Cause I disobeyed you when you told me to put my homework in my school bag after it was done."
"That's right. This is the forth time in two weeks you've forgotten, isn't it?"
"Yes mama." Jessica was sobbing again.
"And you lied to me when I asked you last night if you put it in your bag before you went to bed, didn't you?"
I could barely hear Jessica's reply. "Yes ma'am."
"Well, I hope you learn from this lesson missy, because I am tired of reminding you. Next time I'll blister your bottom with the King of Sting, got it?"
Jessica was crying too hard to talk. She just nodded.
Mom wasted to time spanking Jessica. She administered hard smacks right from the beginning. I didn't want to watch, but for some reason I couldn't look away either. My eyes were riveted to the scene before me, even though it terrified me.
I was right when I thought that the brush could deliver a wicked spanking. Jessica's reactions confirmed that for me. She was yelling and screaming and crying like I'd never heard before. I knew she was in terrible pain and I hated mom for inflicting it on her. I felt so bad that I thought I was going to be sick. If I'd just told mom about the homework when I seen it on Jessica's desk then perhaps she wouldn't be getting a spanking like she was now. I couldn't hold back tears any longer and started crying myself.
After several minutes of hard fast spanking, mom stopped. It took Jessica about two minutes to realise it, before she stopped squirming and screaming. When Jessica's cries quieted down mom resumed interrogating her.
"What happens to little girls and boys who tell lies Jessica?"
"They get spanked" Jessica bawled.
"What else?"
Jessica muttered something I couldn't hear, but mom filled me in.
"That's correct, they get their mouths washed out with soap."
Mom raised the brush and brought it down on Jessica's very red bottom. Her howls redoubled instantly and she tried to buck off mom's lap, all to no avail. I thought mom was going too far. Jessica wasn't fighting anymore and was limp over her knee; she'd clearly learned her lesson.
Jessica was completely exhausted from her spanking and was just jerking reflexively as the brush smacked into her tortured bottom. She was shaking her head, her pigtails slapping her shoulders and she was making almost no noise. All the fight was gone from my slightly older sister and I could see that mom was tiring too. I wished that mom would stop the spanking, Jessica couldn't be more penitent than she was.
Mom must have read my mind because she stopped spanking Jessica and let her up. I watched as Jessica hopped up and down while mom held her hands, preventing her from rubbing her bottom. Through my tears I could see that Jessica's bottom was very red. My own cries subdued after Jessica's spanking ended. I couldn't imagine what kind of pain she was in. I hoped that mom wouldn't put Jessica back on that cornerstool. I though that Jessica had had more then enough.
When Jessica stopped jumping around and crying mom asked her: "Jessica, would you like to have your soap for 20 minutes standing in the corner, or for 10 minutes sitting on the cornerstool?"
Jessica simply said "Stand" between her sobs.
"Very good, lets go to the bathroom. You too Seth, come on."
I followed them to a small bathroom I didn't notice on my exploration that morning. Mom took a bottle of liquid soap and squirted some onto a facecloth. She rubbed the cloth together to get it foamy and then placed it in Jessica's mouth.
I'd never had my mouth washed out with soap before so I didn't know what it was like. Part of me was curious, and part of me was scared. Jessica simply stood there while her mouth was washed. Mom sure was being thorough, getting everywhere, even under the tongue and the top of her mouth.
When she finished she gave Jessica one final swat on her bottom and ordered her to the corner. Jessica obeyed and walked over to the corner without the cornerstool and stood there. I asked mom if I could go to my room and play, I didn't want to see anymore. Mom said "no" and that "the lesson isn't quite over yet." So I sat, quietly watching Jessica stand in the corner quietly, while mom read quietly.
I listened to the clock tick away while I watched Jessica clinch and release her bottom cheeks and shift her weight from one foot to another, her crying had stopped some time ago. Her bottom was starting to turn purple in places. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, mom said that Jessica could go and rinse her mouth out and that I could leave too. She did tell Jessica to come back after her mouth was rinsed though.
I collected my colouring book and crayons and dashed up the stairs, thankful to be out of there. I waited at the top of the stairs for Jessica to come up. She returned from the bathroom and talked with mom for a minute. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I saw Jessica give mom a hug. Jessica started to come up the stairs with her jumper and panties in her hand.
"Hi" I said as she walked by.
She went into her room and left the door open. She flopped face down on the bed.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
Jessica nodded to me. I entered her room, and sat on the bed beside her and put my hand on her back.
"Does it hurt?" I asked foolishly.
I was surprised by her answer. "No." But then she added with a weak smile: "It kills."
I chuckled. "It looks like it. By the way, I'm Seth, and I'm five." I held up four fingers and a thumb for effect. I had perfectly mimicked her greeting from that morning.
Jessica's smile widened as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "Nice to finally meet you Seth."
We started talking and playing in her room. Jessica's bottom was still very sore so we lay on the floor colouring. We decided to share a space adventure scene, talking while we played. I found out that she was serving a sentence of four times five to eleven for dangerous operation of a vehicle causing bodily harm, and that she was in her second cycle. "I didn't make soft time this cycle because I wasn't very well behaved last cycle" she said. Then she added: "I'm trying not to make that mistake again."
I told her about myself, and what I did. She laughed when I told her about the part where I posted the employees salaries on the net. "That sounds funny," she said. "I always wants to know what those greedy little trolls made."
We also talked about the penitatas program, and what it was like. We agreed that it was terrible, but that it was better then the way it used to be. We talked about the house rules, and what happens when they get broken. We talked about playing and toys and school and childhood, we talked about a lot of things. We seemed to get along very well, and I knew we were going to be good friends. We coloured until mom came up to call us down for dinner. She seemed happy that we were getting along.
Jessica sat at the table with some difficulty but managed to eat her meal of liver, lima beans, spinach and jola juice. I had the same and somehow choked it down. It tasted terrible, but it was better then going to bed hungry (and probably with another sore bottom). It was at that point that I realised that being a penitatas often means choosing between the lesser of two evils. I longed for a steak and mashed potatoes and corn, or even Mary and mom's spaghetti and garlic bread.
After dinner mom said we could play for a half-hour, at which time would have our baths. This time we decided to play in my room with the building bricks. Jessica was able to sit somewhat on the floor as we played and talked some more. Mom came to collect us and take us to the bathroom a short while later.
First she finished undressing Jessica, and then I was stripped. She ran warm water into the tub and told us to get inside. I talked a bit more about myself to mom and Jessica while Jessica talked about her day at school. I found out that dad was away on a business trip on Reeva VII, and that he wasn't home much. Mary was mom's sister who had taken to rejuve so she could learn star drive physics.
Mom washed us together in the tub. I was a little self-conscious about my nudity in front of my sister, but Jessica didn't seem to care. I knew that this wouldn't be the last time we saw each other naked.
When mom was done washing me, she took me out of the tub and placed me across her lap without drying me off.
"Noooo wad I dooooooo?" I cried
"This is for your little excursion at the mall this morning. It's just a little reminder to mind your mommy."
Mom spanked my bare wet bottom with her hand. I quickly discovered that a spanking on a wet bottom hurts a lot more than a spanking on a dry bottom. I kicked and cried over mom's lap, putting on a good show for Jessica. I was terribly humiliated being punished in front of my sister.
The spanking was over as quickly as it had started. I had maybe 20 smacks on my wet rump. Mom set me on my feet and wrapped a towel around me. I stood there crying and rubbing my bottom as Jessica was pulled from the tub. She placed the dripping girl across her lap and spanked her bare wet bottom. "This is for getting into trouble at school today" mom informed her.
Jessica fared far worse than I did for spanking. Her bottom was already sore and mom's spanking just seemed to rekindle the flames in her backside. Jessica howled as mom gave her 40 brisk spanks with her palm.
Mom dried off the rest of our bodies; our bottoms had been spanked dry. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit that we both looked very cute standing there together in our towels and wet hair, sniffling and crying. Mom told Jessica to get ready for bed while she got me ready for bed. Jessica obeyed and went into her room and mom escorted me into mine.
Once in my room, mom took a diaper and pyjamas out of my dresser. She told me that the diapers would be necessary until I stopped the bed-wetting, and I knew she was right. Thankfully, the diapers were of the type that could be pulled down like underwear. 'At least I can go to the bathroom myself if I need to' I thought. Mom dressed me for bed and brushed out my hair with a blue hairbrush; it had my name on the back of it.
Mom tucked me into bed, gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned out the light after saying 'goodnight'. She left the door ajar like she did the previous night. I heard her go into Jessica's room and help her get ready for bed.
I lay awake for some time thinking about what happened the last two days. I replayed Jessica's after school spanking in my head and thought about what it felt like to sit on that cornerstool with a blazing red bottom. I knew it was inevitable that I would find out.
My first full day as a penitatas was over, and I made it. As I lay in bed I thought to myself: 'one down, only seven thousand three hundred and four more days to go!'
Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad after all.
Soon after that, I drifted off to sleep.
- Notes:
- * Jola juice is a foul tasting but very nutritious juice from the jola plant on Nelvana II
- * A PAD (Personal Access Display) is a computerised notepad that stores and retrieves information.
- * Doggy Do-right is a penitatas holoprogram that teaches children proper decision making, morals and ethics.
