The Salesperson

By Dr. Discipline

Tuesday March 6, 2779

There are several people that a penitatas wants nothing to do with. Police, doctors, whatever. But there is one person in particular that strikes fear into every cell of a naughty little penny. That is a salesperson.

Why? Well, this is no ordinary salesperson. This salesperson works for any one of the dozen or so companies that sell things penny's hate. Things that make our lives miserable. These salespeople are referred to the parents of penitatas children by other parents. The advertising is 100% word of mouth. One such person came to my house one cold March morning.

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I was standing in the corner, counting the clock's ticking as I usually do in this situation. Counting the clock ticks allowed me to determine just how long I was in the corner, and it kept my mind occupied. The doorbell rang and mom went to answer the door.

I heard mom and the visitor talking for a minute but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then I heard mom invite the visitor in. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned around to see a woman in a business suit sitting on the couch.

Mom must have seen me because I heard her yell at me to get my nose back into the corner. I quickly turned around and faced the wall as I heard the visitor chuckle to herself. Mom offered her a drink, which she accepted. They talked small talk, while I grew bored in the corner. Their talking drowned out the clock.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the lady visitor mention Penitent Pennies. "Oh god" I thought. "She's a salesperson!" I'd heard the legends of the Penitent Pennies salespeople on the playground. I said a silent prayer, praying they were exaggerations. Unfortunately, things said on the playground were often right on the money.

Mom and the saleslady were talking about various punishment methods, ways to hold little ones for spankings, different ways to wash out mouths out with soap. In short, stuff I didn't want to hear. The saleslady asked mom if she would like to see the product line. Mom said she would.

Mom and the saleslady went out to her car to get some things. I had a brief thought of barricading the door so they couldn't get back in to try the merchandise on me, but I just as quickly dismissed the idea. I'd really get it if I were to do that.

They came back in the house and set things up in the living room. Since I was still facing the corner, I couldn't see what the lady had brought, but I was sure I wouldn't like it. When mom told me to come out of the corner, I was right. I didn't like it.

In the middle of the living room was a small table. On the table were an assortment of paddles, brushes, a couple of canes, two straps and a few pairs of bee-riefs. There were also punishment pants and amazingly, what looked like a Spanking Susie doll, although this one was bigger than I was. I looked up at mom with pleading eyes.

"Seth" mom began. "This is Mrs. Chambers. She works for Penitent Pennies. She's here to demonstrate her things to me."

I averted her stare and looked at my feet. The items she brought with her scared me and I wanted nothing to do with them or her.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" the saleslady asked.

"Hi" I replied with a detectable pout in my voice.

Mom didn't like that. "Seth, mind your manners!" she admonished me.

"Sorry. It is nice to meet you Mrs. Chambers." I put on a smile and tried to look innocent.

"That's better" mom said. I think you've earned yourself a mouth soaping later on.

I kept my comment to myself. There was no point in angering mom further and that would just make it worse for me.

Mrs Chambers turned to look at me. "So Seth, how old are you?"

"I'm five ma'am. I turn six in two weeks."

"And what did you do to deserve rejuve?"

"I sliced into government computers and stole some information."

Mrs. Chambers smiled. "Ah, a slicer. Well Seth, do you know why I'm here?"

I nodded. "Yes ma'am. You are going to sell my mom all sorts of punishment things to help make a better person." I winced inwardly at that. I wasn't sure if I was being smart-mouthed or sweet. So I added "sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way."

"That's okay. You hit the nail right on the head. That is exactly what I am going to do."

My heart sank with the realisation of what was about to happen. The room fell silent for a moment. Then mom suggested we begin.

"Okay" Mrs. Chambers said. "Come over here please Seth."

I did as I was told and walked over to Mrs. Chambers. She handed me a small paddle and motioned me to go to mom. Then she began her sales pitch.

"This is plain punishment paddle for a six-year-olds. Since Seth here is nearly six, I figured it would be better."

Mom took the paddle from me as the saleslady continued. "Note the smooth edges so prevent unwanted bruising and the comfort grip handle. The paddle imparts a fierce sting while being light enough to not cause any harm."

Mom patted her lap meaning she wanted me over it. I of course obeyed and felt mom's hand on my back.

[CRACK]

The paddle struck my bottom and my eyes went wide. I was always amazed how much the first spank hurt. I didn't have too much time to reflect on it though, mom followed with about a dozen more stingers. By the fifth smack I was in tears.

"I don't think he can feel much over these jeans" mom said. She stood me up and removed my jeans leaving me in underwear. Then she put me back into position over her knee and administered another dozen smacks with the paddle.

This time I felt it a lot more. This paddle was very different from my old paddle. This one was a lot stingier. I bucked and howled over mom's lap. I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Chambers. She was smiling.

Mom let me up and gave me the paddle to return to Mrs. Chambers. I did it and waited by her for another implement.

"What do you say when you borrow something Seth?" mom asked.

"Oh man" I thought. "They're really giving it to me today." Finally I said: "Thank-you Mrs. Chambers. That paddle was very effective."

Mrs. Chambers put the paddle back in her display and took out a hairbrush. "It looks like a little boy needs to learn some manners. Not saying hello, not saying thank-you. Well, I think this will help you."

I took the brush and went to mom. This brush was huge compared to mine, and it was HEAVY. The polished wood looked very painful. I knew I would find out soon enough. I stopped at mom's side and handed her the brush. She took it and examined it for a minute.

"That brush" Mrs. Chambers began "is from our premium line. Excellent as both a styling brush and as a instrument of discipline. The large surface area and heavy weight makes this brush more appropriate for those hard punishment spankings that penny's typically get for actual naughtiness."

"Like the naughtiness he just displayed" mom remarked.

Mrs. Chambers smiled. "You got it."

Mom pulled me across her lap and put her leg over mine, effectively trapping me. I shut my eyes and felt the brush explode across my bum. I cried out that I was sorry but I was ignored. Mom used the brush as it was intended, to punish me. After just six smacks I was in excruciating pain, but that didn't stop mom. She kept right on smacking me. After three dozen brisk spanks she stopped and let me up.

"Very effective" mom said and let me up.

I returned to brush and this time I thanked Mrs. Chambers properly. She said "you're welcome". This is what I hated most about being a penitatas. Thanking people for punishing me. Thanking people helping my mom punish me. It made me miserable.

"His bottom appears to be getting quite red." Mrs. Chambers said. "Perhaps we should demo the soap now and give him some time in the corner."

Mom agreed that it would be a good idea and asked Mrs. Chambers to do the honours. Mrs. Chambers produced a small container of liquid hand soap. She stood up and told me to go to the bathroom. She followed me to the downstairs powder room. Having already been through this I knew what do to. I sat on the toilet and waited for the washcloth.

I didn't wait long. Mrs. Chambers put a generous amount of soap on the wet cloth and worked up a good lather. I opened my mouth wide when I was told to do so and nearly gagged on the soap. Through some sort of miracle of engineering, Penitent Pennies somehow found a way for soap to taste worse.

Mom was watching from outside the bathroom and noticed my reaction. With teary eyes I was ordered to the cornerstool. I sat there myself and cried silently to myself. The soap was disgusting, my butt was blazing and I knew there was more to come. I felt so helpless, so controlled and I didn't like it.

During my corner time I heard the Spanking Susie doll get spanked soundly. The saleslady was describing some of the larger paddles that would be appropriate for Jessica. Spanking Susie howled just as I did and just as Jessica would, I knew.

After 'Susie' had been spanked with the paddle, brush and a strap she was carried over to the corner and sat on the floor. I was helped off the cornerstool and led over to the powder room. I rinsed my mouth as best as I could but was unsuccessful in getting the taste out. "O well" I thought. "I guess I'll be tasting soap for supper."

Mom waited for me and took me back to the living room. On the couch was a leather strap. I looked up at mom with pleading eyes. Mom pointed to the arm of the couch and I bent over it without saying a word. Mom picked up the strap and I buried my head in the cushions.

I felt the first lick of the strap on my thighs. I screeched as loud as I could into the cushions. Somehow, screaming like a baby always helped me deal with the pain. I could barely catch my breath before a second smack hit me, and then a third.

I full dozen strokes with the strap had me completely broken. I had no energy whatsoever. I stayed over the arm of the couch for five whole minutes, just crying and sobbing. Mom helped me up and stood me in front of her. I was horrified to realise I had the strap over my underwear. Bare bottomed would only be worse.

When I had calmed down a bit, Mrs. Chambers handed me a pair of bee-riefs, punishment pants and the matching shirt. "Time for the fashion show" she said.

Taking my cue I went up to my room to change. Mom stopped me and told me I might as well change in front of her and Mrs. Chambers. I didn't want to, but I had no choice (never any choices for a penitatas), so I obeyed. Obey or get spanked. That's the way it was. So I stripped naked and put the new clothes on and modelled them for the women.

A stinger bit my bottom and I winced. I turned and walked for the ladies. Mrs. Chambers showed mom how to remove the panel on the rear of the pants. I walked around a little more with my bee-riefs exposed. Mom said I looked cute in them. Mom agreed to buy the outfit along with the brush and the soap. Mrs. Chambers made out the purchase and packed up the rest of her things. Mom told me to go up to my room, take off my suit and go to bed for my afternoon nap.

Finally, an order I wouldn't mind obeying. My lunch completely forgotten I walked slowly up to my room, stripped off my clothes and crawled into my bed.

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