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Little Susie: Settling in
by Little Laurie

I'm sitting on the cornerstool, which, by the way, isn't a real cornerstool, but two hairbrushes Super-Glued to an ordinary stool. The witch has some funny ideas about saving money. (Author's Note: I have tried this, and it does work!) This one is for not doing my chores. Again. Pennies aren't even supposed to have chores! They're not trustworthy. I've never had chores. There's always been someone to do things for me. That's what God created women for, so that men could get on with more important business.

The witch told me to sweep the kitchen. She bought a small broom and dustpan. But I didn't feel like it. Besides, I'm tired of jumping when this idiot says jump.

I got it good. One long burning session with the Helper Paddle. The corner time is for telling her, "You and what army?" when she said she was going to spank me. Heehee. It was worth it just for the look on her face. And then I led her a merry chase around her tiny little ghetto house. Couldn't get outside because she has the doors coded. Doesn't she trust me? Well, I wouldn't trust me either.

Of course, she caught me. I tried to stay defiant, but of course she broke me, eventually, to bawling hard. But I haven't begged yet. I never will. I will remain an individual, no matter how hard this stupid system tries to break me. That's why they made me a woman, no doubt, so I'd be easier to break.

I hate the witch, I hate this house, that doesn't even have a holovision set, (the witch lives in the Dark Ages!) and I especially hate my frigging preschool. It's therapeutic. They teach us to love one another and be nice and play fair and be good little drones who never do anything interesting. And they're teaching us our letters, or trying to teach them.

I'm sick of all the education they're trying to ram down my throat. With no holovision, and not that many toys, all I have to do at home is read. Not that I read. And the witch keeps reading to me every night. She picks something "adult," so I won't be bored, supposedly, but half the time she picks current events, or scientific breakthroughs, or moral debates. I don't give a shit! I wish she'd stop trying to improve me so much. And she does insist I practice my letters.

And I'm sick of her stupid counseling efforts. She's always trying to break into my head, see what I'm thinking and feeling. You own every other part of me, lady, can't you leave my mind alone?

I'm still not sweeping the kitchen. Let her do her own dirty work.

Little Susie: Not another *@#! Counseling = Session!
by Little Laurie --

"I want you to think about what you hope to learn in the next three years, Susie. And ask yourself why the most severe crimes are put  back to age three."

"Easy. Another creative form of torture."

"Mmmm. Why else?"

"There needs to be another reason?"

"What about taking you back to the very basic lessons we teach Kindern at those ages? Kindern are learning not to throw tantrums, to hurt  others, to disobey their parents. For whatever reason, you didn't learn  those lessons. You're three so you can learn them properly this time."

"I still think it's just plain torture."

"Is it? Think about how much time you have to play."

"But I can't DO anything!"

"True. You can't do anything because you can't be trusted. = You're back at three so we can take it step by step, letting you slowly assume = areas of responsibility. I don't make you do chores JUST because I'm lazy, you know. You get to do more than most three year olds do. Remember  that when you are busy hating the world. And remember, Susie, the world did not put you here. You put you here." Gods above, woman, are you trying to start a fight? This is not the way to be a counselor.

"Uh-huh. The system trains me to sexually abuse Pennies, then = cuts me loose and tells me I'll never be able to do that again, and by the = way, I wasn't supposed to have enjoyed it. No counseling. No retraining. No warning, even. But it's all my fault."

"You know what, Susie, you're right. And that's one of the first really honest things you've said to me!" I beam upon the startled girl, determined to end this counseling session while we're on a positive note. "Let's go out and play. You deserve a reward for taking this counseling session seriously." But since you were bad aswell how about we settle it by only giving you a handspanking before bed