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.
NOTE: This story takes place two days after "First Days".
Daddy Dearest
By Dr. Discipline
It's my third full day as a penitatas, and things aren't so bad. I got a small spanking yesterday; 20 light smacks with the helper paddle before my afternoon nap. Things were going pretty good today so far too. I was colouring quietly on the living room floor; I couldn't go outside because mom said I still was suffering a bit from my rejuve shock and besides that, it was raining. Mommy was making my lunch in the kitchen. Mom didn't use a food preparation unit that much, because she didn't like them.
I looked up when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I sprang from the floor and peered out the window. A man carrying a suitcase came up to the front door. The door opened automatically and he walked in. He put the suitcase down as mom came in from the kitchen. They gave each other a big hug and kiss.
He was just under six feet tall and had blonde hair and he was kind of chunky. He wore a business suit and a tie.
"Welcome home" mom greeted him.
"Thank you! Oh, it's great to be back. I missed you so much while I was on Reeva. I'll tell you all about it later hun, first I want to meet our new arrival." He walked over to me and sat down. "Well hello there, you must be Seth."
"Yes sir" I said. I was looking down and playing with my shirt.
"My my you are a shy little one aren't you? Just like your mommy told me on the comm."
I just shrugged and sat there. Mom helped me out a little. "He's still got a bit of rejuve shock. The doctor said that it should wear off in a day or two."
"Ah, I see. " he answered. He looked back to me and gave me a hug: "Well, it's great to meet you Seth. I'm sure we'll get to know each other soon, after you're feeling better. But will you excuse me for a minute? I want to have a talk with your mommy."
I nodded and resumed my colouring on the floor while mom and dad went into the kitchen to talk. After a few minutes I was called in for lunch. I ate my soup and sandwiches while the adults talked about things that didn't interest me.
After lunch, mom suggested that dad put me down for my afternoon nap a little early. Being a penitatas I could hardly object, so I allowed myself to be led up the stairs to my bedroom, but not before stopping at the bathroom. I had wet every night since arriving here and I didn't want to start wetting during my naps too. Thankfully, it appeared that my problem only occurred during the night.
Dad sat on the bed and then sat me down on his lap. "So have you been a good boy for mommy while I've been away Seth?"
"Yes. But I did do one bad thing on my first day." I wasn't eager to tell him about it, but honesty is the best way to go. And I figured that mom would have told him already anyway.
He smiled at me. "Uh oh, what did you do?"
"I left mommy when we went to the mall to get me some clothes, and I got lost." I hoped I wouldn't get spanked again, but I had a funny feeling in my tummy that told me I was about to get it.
My new daddy laughed at me. "Did mommy spank you for that?"
"Yes, right in the middle of the mall." I was embarrassed to talk about my punishment. I started to panic when daddy stood me up and started to pull down my pants and underwear.
"Well, I think you need a reminder to help you behave and obey."
I cried and begged while shaking my head: "please don't spank me, I'm sorry!"
Dad was having nothing of it. He stood up and placed me face down on my bed. He leaned over and started smacking my bare bottom with his hand. I yelped and cried as his palm descended on my bum. His hand hurt a lot more than moms did, and soon I was bawling like a baby. I tried to squirm away, but I was held down securely.
After several dozen smacks dad stopped spanking me with his hand and took off his belt. I was crying freely. When I noticed the belt I started begging for him to stop as if my life depended on it. I'd never been spanked with a belt before and I was very scared. Dad took the belt and doubled it over. He held it tightly in his hand as he brought it down on my bare rump.
I started screeching when that belt hit my bottom. My bottom hurt more than it ever had before. This spanking made moms welcome home paddling fell like paddy whacks. I writhed around on the bed as dad delivered about 20 solid licks with his belt. It wasn't nearly as long as moms welcome spanking, but what it lacked in length; it sure made up for in sting.
I lay on the bed naked from the waist down howling and crying while rubbing the fire out of my bottom. When I finally brought myself under control I found that I was crying to an empty room! Dad had left and closed the door behind him. Too tired to get dressed or even to get under the covers, I simply lay down on top of the comforter.
Mom came into the room a few minutes after that and told me to get ready for my nap. I didn't want to put my pants back on so mom had me get under the covers so I wouldn't get cold during my nap. She tucked me in gently and gave me a quick hug. I quickly fell asleep after that.
I woke up when mom came into the room and told me that naptime was over. Mom took me out of bed, dressed me and left my room, leaving the door open. I played with various toys in my room for a while but I wanted to finish the picture I was colouring that morning. I remembered that I'd left the book and crayons downstairs, so I went to get them.
When I got to the living room, the first thing I noticed was that Mary was sitting on the cornerstool! I could see that she was sobbing lightly, and there was a very evil looking dark oak hairbrush sitting on her lap. This brush was bigger than Jessica's was, and it looked much more painful.
Jessica was colouring on the floor with my book and crayons. I lay down next to her and helped her finish the picture, a teddy bear family taking a drive in a hovercar.
I whispered to her: "Why is Mary on the cornerstool?"
"She flunked a math test today." Jessica informed me.
I was surprised. "She's gonna get brushed just for that? I didn't think that voluntaras got spanked for flunking school"
"Normally they don't" Jessica said as she reached for the blue crayon, "She's been slacking off the last few months, and mom and dad promised her a sore bottom if she didn't improve. And she didn't improve." My eyes widened as Jessica continued: "And that's mom's hairbrush. Trust me, don't ever do anything to deserve it. It's almost as bad as the spoon!"
I idly wondered what I would have to do to get that brush, or the spoon that Jessica just mentioned. I watched Mary sit on the cornerstool for a minute. She didn't squirm as much as Jessica did two days ago. But then again, Mary was much older and therefore could tolerate a lot more pain than Jessica could. I took some comfort in knowing that our parents would treat all us children more or less equally.
I resumed my colouring with Jessica. We finished our picture and started another. It was at that point that mom got up and released Mary from the cornerstool. She walked the crying ten-year-old to the couch. Mary wore nothing below her shirt, although it's not like it mattered. Physically, she wasn't much different than Jessica. Puberty wouldn't set in for another few years yet, thanks to the Fujikawa treatment all children get when they turn eight. It slows down the maturation process by a few years. Mary would still be a little girl for quite a while.
Mom placed Mary across her lap and raised the brush high. Dad appeared from around the corner with a holocam, and focused the device on Mary's bare rump just as mom brought the first smack down.
Mary arched her back and let out a howl as the brush started cracking her bare bum. Mary held her hands tightly in front of her as if she were in prayer. I knew that it was useless to pray for a spanking to end; it just didn't happen. Perhaps God knows that the child really needs the spanking, and therefore won't stop it.
Mom was being relentless with that brush. I was very scared watching Mary's punishment. I hoped I would never feel what Mary was going through. I knew that since Mary was older, she would naturally get it much harder than Jessica or I would. But I also knew that if a penitatas is very naughty, or on a special punishment day (like the fast approaching Easter) the normal limits are waived, and parents can blister their little criminals' bottoms.
Mary had stopped her howling and was tired from all her struggles as the brush continued its mission of discipline on her now very red backside. After five good solid minutes of spanking, mom put the brush down and allowed Mary to stand up.
Mary jumped around the living room trying to rub the fire out of her bottom. Dad had the camera focused on me and Jessica, capturing our reaction to Mary's discipline. It was one of terror and shock.
After several minutes of 'coming down', Mary was ordered to the dining room table, where a PAD was waiting, she was going to do some extra homework. There was also a pair of pain-ties waiting; a level III pair.
Crying, Mary pulled the painful underwear up her legs and over her bottom. She let out another howl as she sat her bottom on the hard chair and started working on her assignment.
Jessica and I looked at each other for a moment. We quickly resumed colouring as if nothing had happened. Mom continued watching holo, and dad sat down beside her. Occasionally I would look up at Mary as she did her schoolwork. A soft yelp could be heard as a 'biter' from the pain-ties stung Mary's bottom.
Mary finished her work just before dinner was ready. Mom checked the work on the computer and verified that it was correct.
"See Mary, it's amazing what you can do when you mind is focused enough."
Mary nodded in agreement and then asked: "Mom, can I just go to bed, I don't feel like eating dinner tonight."
Mom agreed that it might be a good idea and took Mary off to her room.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Dad talked about his trip to Reeva VII, and I told him about myself. I learned that he was the sector sales mananger for his company, and he spent a lot of time on other planets. He worked for 'Penny Products' one of the companies that made things like pain-ties, bee-riefs, cornerstools and other things I knew I would grow to hate.
After the dinner dishes were cleared, we watched holo as a family. Penitatas didn't get to watch much holo, it was one of those 'fun' things that are avoided. Tonight being Friday, we watched 'The Ingrams', a show about a frontier family who settled on a hostile planet and face many challenges. The challenges are overcome when the family and community work together. It's a very popular family show.
I sat on the floor in front of mommy while she absently stroked my hair and Jessica sat on daddy's lap. We watched show for its hour length, discussing it during the break. The Ingram family had to cope with one of their children catching a new and mysterious sickness that had already claimed the lives of two other colonists. The colony doctor cured the child after trying several different treatments. The colonists cheered the doctor, and mourned the loss of two other colonists who fell victim to the illness.
The show was over, and that meant it was bath time, and then on to bed. Mom took Jessica and me upstairs to the kids' bathroom. We were bathed without incident, or a spanking. Something Jessica and I were thankful for.
Mom escorted me into my bedroom and took out some pyjamas and (of course) a diaper. She quickly helped me to get dressed and tucked me into bed. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
END
