Mary's Birthday
By Dr. Discipline
Friday June 30, 2778
Mary had her eleventh birthday party earlier today. Jessica and I did not attend because mom felt we would be uncomfortable being around a crowd of older voluntaras children. She was right, Jessica and I would have been out of place. Instead, we spent the afternoon with the Franklin family next door.
We were sitting at the table eating dinner as Mary showed off a few of her birthday presents. Her friends got her some new games for the holo-gaming system, a junior comm unit so she could talk with her friends, and a new bicycle helmet from mom (she'd outgrown her old one).
Mary was likely to get a lot more than Jessica or I would for birthdays and Christmas. But it wouldn't be overdone either. After so many years, birthdays just become routine. You can only turn a certain age so many times before it becomes monotonous.
After the supper dishes were cleared we got ready to watch 'The Ingrams' as a family, just like we normally do on Friday evening. Before the show started however, mom brought a wrapped box in from her bedroom.
Mom set the box down in front of Mary. "You have one more present to open Mary. This is a special present from your father and I. I didn't give it to you this afternoon because it wouldn't have been appropriate."
Mary ripped off the brightly coloured paper and opened the box. Inside was a neatly folded dress in her school tartan. Mary picked it up and held it against her chest, sizing it.
"Isn't it too soon for new school clothes?" Mary asked.
Dad ignored her question. "There are a few more things in the box for you."
Mary reached in and removed a PAD. From the design I could tell it was a school text. Mary read the title aloud. "The Complete Chandlerian: A Student's Guide to Star Drive Physics." Mary looked up. "I don't understand."
Neither did I. Mom clarified for all of us. "It's simple. You've been enrolled in summer school."
Mary gaped. "No, you can't! That'll ruin my whole summer!"
"You should have thought about that before you put forth such a meager effort on your studies" dad piped.
Mary reached into the box and pulled out a paddle. She wordlessly held it up.
"That is to help you with your studies" mom explained.
"What, are you sending me to penitatas classes or something?" Mary asked sarcastically.
"Yes" mom and dad replied in unison.
Mary threw the paddle to the floor in a fit and stomped her foot. "You can't do that" she protested.
Dad grabbed Mary and threw her across his knees. Mom handed him the paddle off the floor. "Yes [SMACK] we can, and we [SMACK] already have. Your classes start on July tenth. And [SMACK] you're going to take things seriously this [SMACK] time."
Dad flipped up Mary's skirt and pulled down her panties. He started spanking her bare bottom with the new paddle. Mary kicked her feet and threw her head about in pain. I could see that the new paddle was quite effective. Mary's bottom was red in less than two minutes.
Dad stopped spanking and let Mary up. "That was just a little preview of what you can expect if your grades don't improve over the summer" dad threatened. "For your tantrum, you're going to get a good long, hard bare-bottomed dose of this (holding up the paddle) and then you'll be out to bed, after the Ingrims. Normally I would spank you now and put you to bed, but it's your birthday so you get a break."
When dad held up the paddle I could see the words 'board of education... apply to the seat of learning' embossed on its surface.
Mary stood rubbing her bottom. "Thank-you. Thank-you for the presents and for letting me stay up tonight."
Dad picked up his briefcase sitting next to him and opened it. "There is one more present I have to give to you. These are extra special and you are going to be the only one in the entire Milky Way with them."
Dad handed Mary a small, plain box.
Mary opened the box pulled out a pair of panties. Actually, they resembled a level IV pair of pain-ties! They had the usual design on the back, a very red, well-spanked bottom and thighs. But this pair had flames drawn around the bottom and thighs.
[Author's note: Dad works for a company called 'Penny Products'. This company manufactures and sells a generic line of items for penitatas children. Things like cornerstools, pain-ties, bee-riefs and so on. They don't actually call their punishment underwear for girls 'pain-ties', but that is the commonly used name for that product. Similar to the way people acetaminophen* tablets (ASA) 'Aspirin' of self-adhesive dressings 'Band-Aids'. Penny Products also makes other things for penitatas children. Games, toys, clothing, books etc...]
"Mary" dad began. "These are something new and special for you to try out from my company. It's a brand new design of pain-ties! It's a prototype, and you are going to be our test subject to determine their effectiveness."
"They look like a level four pair." Jessica said.
"Ah" dad replied. "But these are not your standard level four pair. These are quite a bit more severe."
Jessica's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Something more severe than level four?"
"Yes" dad said. "They're pretty much like the level four pair, except these are designed to keep a naughty girl's, or boy's (looking at me) bottom hot and stingy for a long time after the spanking is over."
Jessica and I nodded as dad continued the sales pitch. "These pain-ties, in addition to having an extra-high density of the mark two biters, are designed to keep the wearer's bottom quite warm and stingy. There is a small heating pad that also vibrates. The heating and vibration controls work on this remote."
Dad held up a small handheld remote. "Rebecca, would you be so kind as to help Mary into her present?"
Mom had Mary step into the pain-ties and pulled them up. Dad pressed a button on the remote. "They also have a locking waistband so the child can't remove them. The remote is equipped with a DNA scanner so that only authorised people may operate it."
Mary yelped as a biter stung her. She rubbed her bottom through the underwear. Dad pressed another button on the remote and we watched Mary. She stood there for a moment and then started to fan her bottom.
"Owwww please, they really hurt! And they're hot! Take them off!" she pleaded.
Dad ignored Mary. "These pain-ties have only one drawback" dad said. "Because they are so thick, and because of the heating pad, you can't have a child sit on a cornerstool or spank them while they are wearing these. But that's okay. These pain-ties are uncomfortable enough as it is."
Mary was really putting on a show of just how uncomfortable the new pain-ties were. She hopped around and cried while we watched her. Tears were streaming down her face and her body was wracked with sobs.
"Okay, I think you've had enough for now" dad said as he deactivated the pain-ties and unlocked the waistband. Mary quickly removed them and held them in her hands, glaring at them with contempt.
"So, how do they feel?" mom asked.
"They hurt" Mary said, rubbing her bottom ruefully.
Mom shook her finger at Mary. "The next time you fail a test, I am going to put you in your new school outfit, which by the way is a punishment dress, and send you to school wearing those pain-ties. And your teacher will have the remote so she can make sure that you pay full attention to your lessons."
Mary silently nodded.
"Do you think your new presents will help you to catch up in your studies Mary?" dad asked.
"Yes sir" Mary said meekly.
"That's good to hear" mom said. She stood up and gave Mary a brief hug before allowing her to put her regular panties back on.
Mom instructed Mary to fold her new pain-ties and punishment dress and put them away with her PAD and paddle. Mary complied quickly and quietly. She took the box up to her room and came back down a moment later. Mary sat on the couch next to mom and we all settled down and watched holo before Jessica and I were bathed and put to bed.
As I lay in bed I thought about the new, more painful punishment underwear and shuddered. Then I heard a series of loud cracks, (a paddle meeting bare flesh) and the crying of a penitent girl. I knew from experience what Jessica sounded like when she was getting spanked and this wasn't it.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I got out of bed and snuck out of my room and down the hall to Mary's bedroom door. The door was ajar and I peered inside. I could see Mary laying face down on her bed and mom standing over her with the paddle. Mom was smacking the paddle into Mary's rump. Mary's rump was a dark red. Evidently, she didn't get nano treatment after her severe spankings for her bad grades.
Suddenly mom turned around and saw me standing there. Her eyes briefly meet mine and I suddenly felt very scared. I ran back into my room as I heard mom putting the finishing touches on Mary. A too-short minute later mom entered my room with the paddle in her hand. She lightly slapped the paddle against her thigh.
"I think you have some explaining to do there, young man."
Without a word I pulled down my pajama pants and diaper. I rolled over on the bed so my bottom was facing the ceiling. I started crying as I felt mom move closer. She placed her hand on the small of my back and then I felt the paddle crack my tender butt. I kicked my feet up in pain and screamed into my pillow.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" mom asked.
"[Sniff] I'm sorry. I just heard Mary getting her spanking and I wanted to see it that's [sob] all."
"Well if I wanted you to see Mary's spanking I would have invited you, now wouldn't I?"
"[Sob] Yes ma'am."
Mom started smacking the paddle into my bum. I howled into my pillow and clinched every muscle in my body as hard as I could. All my clinching and fighting quickly wore me down and I stopped fighting mom. I relaxed my bottom and just accepted the spanks.
Mom stopped using the paddle and started to spank me on the thighs with her hand. I tossed my head around and cried silently as mom set my tender five-year-old thighs ablaze.
Mom finally stopped spanking me and pulled my diaper and pajama pants back up. I winced and cried as the elastic of the diaper and then the pajama pants scraped against my sore bottom. Then mom took my wrists and secured them to the bed.
I cried fresh tears as mom finished fastening my wrists to the bed. I'd only had this done once before, and I totally hated it. The bonds restricted my movement and I found it hard to sleep. Finally mom pulled the covers up to my shoulders and tucked me in. After quick peck on the cheek, I was left alone to cry myself to sleep.
* You people have no idea how long it took me to figure out how to spell 'acetaminophen'. :)
