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Little Susie: I Lay Down The Law
by Little Laurie

"You'll be all right?"

"Yes, thank you. I really appreciate all your help." Susie has been standing in the corner for several minutes now. I think it's time to talk.

"Susie, turn around and look me in the eye." For a moment, I think she will ignore me, but then she slowly turns, hands clasped over her crotch, looking at me where I kneel in front of her for a second before dropping my eyes.

I can't help but laugh. "Okay, you fulfilled the letter of the order. But I wouldn't earn any more spankings today if I were you." Susie brings her gaze up until I imagine she is looking at my chin. "Now, I understand you're very angry. You've been sentenced to 75 years of torture, and you can't take anything with you from your former life, not even your body, your gender or your name. But I can't let you take that anger out on me. That's one of the things I'm going to teach you, not to take your anger out on others."

Susie meets my eyes. She's surprised, I can tell. Good.

"Okay, now, here's my part of the deal. You will be fed, clothed, housed, allowed to pursue your former interests-within limits-and loved. I will never touch you sexually. Never. But I am your mother, and that means I will be bathing you and probably changing your diapers, as almost every three year old rejuve has bedwetting problems. Got that?"

She nods. I let it pass. Priorities.

"I understand the point of pride. You were a dominant man, and it hurts you to submit to well-deserved chastisement. That was always the worst part of my childhood punishments, the feeling of helplessness. I understand the need to rebel, even when it's pointless. But I cannot tolerate it. And you're going to have to work through it, because every time you don't accept your punishment, you're going to earn an hour on a Cornerstool. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Now, you have the right to your own feelings. So I will not tell you not to pout, but you must respect me. You are not-NOT-to call me names, and especially not swear at me. I know you were frightened, so I'll leave the spanking and mouth soaping you earned yourself till tomorrow. And you will have to call me Mommy. Understand?"

"Yes."

Time to insist. "Yes what?"

Long drawn out overacted sigh. I did say she could have feelings. "Yes, Mommy."

"Now, we have only three years together, but one of the things I want to teach you is how to be a woman. I understand that this is what makes you most furious, and that you don't want to be a woman, but let's face it. You have probably at least fifty years to be a girl. You're going to have to deal with it. Aren't you?"

"Yes...Mommy."

"So you're going to start by coming over here and getting into the dress I brought you."

"A dress! No way!"

Sigh. I just wait, and look at her. About thirty seconds later, she decides she has made her point, and walks around me towards the clothes, trying to look like this was all her idea in the first place.

I follow, holding out the panties so she can step into them. "Arms up." I slip the pink gingham dress over her head. Buttoning it up the back, I use the oh so handy hairbrush to straighten her hair, braiding it into pigtails and tying it with the ribbons. Yellow socks and black saddle shoes complete the ensemble. They don't quite fit, of course. They're old ones of mine, on loan from Mom until we can do the usual shopping trip tomorrow.

This lady is such a pushover. She isn't demanding half the respect from me she should. She didn't even punish me for resisting about the dress! I can get away with so much.

I calmly seat myself. "All right, young lady, come over and get your spanking for disobeying about the dress."

She comes. Slowly, but she comes, lifting her arms to be picked up and placed over my knee. I do so, flipping up her skirt and tugging down her panties. Her poor little bottom is very bruised indeed, but there are no blisters. After Penny training, I know what those look like.

I plant five solid smacks on her quivering little cheeks and set her on her feet. She is astonished at getting off so easy.

"That was a token spanking for several reasons, young lady. Because you came right over when you were told, because you've already had a terrible spanking today and have earned more, because this is all so new to you, and most importantly, because we often learn more from mercy than from strict justice." Leaving the brush on the table, I take my new charge's hand and lead her out of the building.