Jenna Marie Stories/Page1

CHAPTER ONE: Welcome Home
M/f, M/f, F/f, M/f - Hand, Helper paddle, hairbrush, paddle

“You, Jenna Marie Santo, have been convicted of harassment of a Kindern. For this, I sentence you to -”

“No, you can’t! Please don’t! It was just a joke!” Jenna interrupted, sobbing.

“Silence!” barked Judge Posten, “For this, I sentence you to 3x6-9.”

“Noooooooo!!!!!!” cried Jenna, as she was dragged out of the courtroom.

Jenna was in a daze as she went to bed that night, and even as they woke her up for her rejuve. Because her mother was an honored and respected judge, she was allowed to have a few words with Jenna before the rejuve.

“I can’t believe my own child...I just don’t see how you could...That poor Kindern! How could you....I mean, haven’t I taught you the difference between right and wrong? I should have given you a worse punishment for bullying that little boy when you were seven years old! Shame on the family name! I just can’t believe...”

“But, Momma, I didn’t do it...” Jenna said faintly, lying through her teeth.

“Dear, you’ve already been convicted for it, there’s no use denying it. Now, back to what I was saying...”

Jenna tuned her mother out. So what if she’d played a harmless joke on a Kindern. Well, it started out a harmless joke. Was it her fault the joke backfired. The judge didn’t have to be so mean about it. It was just a joke. Nothing personal. And now, now she was going to be a Penitatas! And-

“Are you listening to me, Jenna Marie?” Her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Jenna quickly wrapped up the conversation. She didn’t want to be a Penitatas any sooner than she had to be, but listening to her mother drone on and on was killing her.

-

When she awoke, she was in a white hospital room. She had a huge gown on! Jenna couldn’t believe she’d ever been this small.

And she certainly was small for a six year old. But she had always been tiny. Her short, blond tresses were falling into her eyes. Her wide blue eyes took in everything around her. It was rather comical to see her sitting there in a hospital gown made for a 21 year old woman.

A tall, lanky doctor walked in with a small bundle. “Hello, I’m Doctor Jarvis. I’m going to make sure everything’s all right, then you can go out and meet your parents.

He ran the scanner over her and said, “Everything seems to be in order. Now, put these on.”

He pulled a pink dress, panties, and tights out of the bundle, and waited.

“Uh, Doctor?” she stammered, “Couldja please turn ‘round?”

“Jenna, you’re six years old. Accept that and move on. And six year olds can change in front of their doctors.”

“Please, Docta?”

“Jenna, I’m going to count to three. If you don’t start to change, I’ll turn you over my knee, and spank you.”

“NO!” she cried. She hadn’t done anything really bad, and she didn’t deserve to be punished.

“All right.” Dr. Jarvis removed the hospital gown, sat down on the bench, and lay her over his lap.

“This (spank) is what (spank) happens (spank) to naughty (spank) girls who (spank) don’t (spank) obey their (spank) elders,(spank) Jenna. You are (spank) a disobedient (spank) little (spank) Penitatas (spank) and you must (spank) always (spank) obey (spank) people (spank) older (spank) than (spank) you! ( spank) Understood? (spank) (spank) (spank)”

Jenna let loose a flood of tears This really HURT.

“Now, I’m not going to use my paddle unless you continue to disobey. Change!” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she managed to sniffle out. Why did she have to go through this? She hadn’t done anything terrible!

She quickly pulled on the panties and tights, and put on the dress. Her six year old fingers had a lot more trouble with buttons than her twenty one year old fingers had.

She walked out into the hall.

A plump, motherly woman immediately gathered Jenna into her arms. “Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, hon, and I’m your daddy.” Her daddy was immediately pulled away by Dr. Jarvis for a short discussion. “Hon, you were bad to the doctor today, and that would normally mean another spanking. But since you have just been rejuved, I’ll let it slide, so let that be a lesson to you.”

“Darling, you have a sister! She’s six, too! Ooh, we’re going to have so much fun together,” said Mommy.

Jenna was led out to the hover car. She was buckled into a car seat, but she was too tired to protest. She was soon fast asleep.



Jenna awoke in a large, airy room. There were twin beds, and half the room was painted pale yellow. On one side of the room, everything including the walls was pink. On the other side, everything was yellow. Her daddy was standing by the door, and her mommy was shaking her awake.

“Do you like the room, honey? Your boilogical mother told us your favorite color,” her daddy said.

“I love it, Daddy.” Jenna smiled.

“Jenna, dear, we just have to give you your welcome spanking, and then you can go back to sleep,” her mommy said.

Jenna yawned. She knew she was innocent, but her cousin was a Completas. She had warned Jenna to always take her punishments, and not to rebel. Jenna had heard lots of stories about little rebelling Penitatas, so she took her cousin’s advice to heart.

“Now, Jenna, come lay over my lap,” said Mommy, “Why are you here?” It was a standard question, usually asked to Penitatas in their welcome spanking.

“Dunno,” Jenna replied, feeling rebellious.

“Oh, you don’t do you? Well, maybe a little dose from my helper paddle will help you to remember!”

And with that, Mommy pulled Jane over her lap and flipped up her dress. She started spanking with her helper paddle.

Finally, Jenna managed to cry out, “I ‘member, I ‘member, Mommy, stop!”

“Well, dear?”

“I’m here cuz I was convicted of ‘rassment of a Kindern. Bu’ I sorree, Mommy, I’m sorree!” Jenna said, in her six year old voice.

“Good. I’m glad your sorry, Jenna. You did an awful thing, but in a few years, your debt will be paid,” her mommy said.

Her mommy proceeded to spank her for about five minutes with her hand, then about 5 more with her helper paddle.

Her daddy repeated the process, this time adding about five minutes of the hairbrush.

Her parents hugged her, and her mom pulled out the nano-lotion, and rubbed it all over Jenna’s bottom. Then she started to put Jenna into a diaper.

“NO! NO DIAPA!” Jenna cried.

Her mother gave Jenna a smack. “Jenna, cooperate!”

Jenna knew it would not be in her best interest to resist. She let her mother put the diaper on her, and lay in bed.

Jenna had trouble going to sleep (the nano-lotion was so itchy!), so she was pretending when her daddy dragged another little girl into the room by her ear, leading her to the pink side.

“Carrie, Lisa tells me you weren’t very good tonight. What did you do?” Daddy asked sternly.

“Daddy, I got mad when I lost the card game, and I threw a tantrum. But Mommy already spanked me for it, and so did Lisa! And Lisa gave me an enema!”

“Anything else, young lady?”

“I - I,” the girl (Carrie) stammered out, “I didn’t finish my dinner like you told me to. But Lisa spanked me for that, too!”

“Well, I think you need a little reminder of why you should be good!”

And with that, Daddy threw little Carrie over his lap and started to spank her with his big rough hand. He paused long enough to grab a paddle that said “Carrie’s Very Own Spanking Paddle” and pull down little Carrie’s panties.

“Nooooo!! Dadddddddddyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!” Carrie cried. Her daddy payed no attention as he smacked Carrie’s little bottom.

He spanked her bottom as thoroughly as possibly, then led her to a corner. That’s when Jenna first noticed the corner stool. Even it was painted pink. She looked around her side, and saw another corner stool, painted yellow. It was clear, though, that her corner stool was easier on the behind. It was the lowest make possible, and though it was a bit worse than sitting on a regular stool, it was nothing like the other corner stool. That was the highest make possible without a prescription. She wondered what little Carrie had done to deserve it.

Carrie screamed as her hot bottom touched the corner stool. It certainly must hurt, thought Jenna. Her daddy stayed in the room for half an hour, then told Carrie she could play with Katie a while. Smiling through her tears, the girl picked up a Spanking Suzy doll, and a large wooden paddle.

Carrie started to spank the doll, really give it to her.

“Hi,” Jenna said. Carrie jumped.

“You scared me!,” she said, “I thought you were asleep.”

“Nope. Hey, I’m Jenna,” Jenna said.

“I’m Carrie. So, what’d you do to get here?” Carrie asked.

“Not much’” Jenna said, “I didn’t deserve to be made a Penitatas.”

“C’mon, tell!”

“Well, I was convicted of ‘rassment of a Kindern. But it wasn’t tha’ big a deal!”

“Sure,” remarked Carrie, “I got 20x3-7 for slicing. I’m on my seventh cycle. I’m hoping to make soft time next cycle.”

“That’s a real long time, even fer slicin’.”

“Yeah, well, I messed with a business, and put my whole planet on fire.”

“Huh?”

“Long story. Anyway, they decided I should be exiled to Earth, and the people here would decide what to do with me.”

“Too bad.”

They heard their father’s thudding footsteps coming up. “Carrie,” he called, “time for bed.”

Jenna and Carrie scrambled into bed, and were soon fast asleep, even without the delta inducer.



“Jenna, darling. Wake up.” Jenna’s mommy called. A sleepy Jenna was turned over her mommy’s knee, and woken up with a brisk hand spanking.

“Good morning, Jenna. I like to make sure my kids are totally awake when I get them up,” her mommy said. Jenna squirmed as spanks rained down on her bottom. She sniffled, and soon resorted to crying. “Jenna, you don’t seem fully awake, so I’ll use my...helper paddle!”

Jenna let out a sob as her mommy’s helper paddle came down in many sharp swats.

Her mommy finally let Jenna off her lap, and started with Carrie.

Soon afterwards, both sniffling little girls were led down to breakfast.

“Wha’ are we doin’ today, Mommy?” asked Carrie, after breakfast.

After breakfast, her mommy said, “We are going shopping, Carrie. First, though, I want to talk to Jenna.”

Her mommy pulled Jenna away and said, “Jenna. Do you know your special punishment days?”

Jenna shook her head, wondering if she’d be spanked for it. She hadn’t caught what the judge had said.

“That’s all right, dear. Most little Pennies were too upset to take notice of what the judge said,” her mommy said, “Now, you’re special punishment days are Christmas, Easter, Diaspora, your birthday, and Halloween.”

“Halloween? Tha’s not a special punishment day, is it, Mommy?”

“Yes, honey. It’s the newest one.”

“What’ll happen?”

“Well, according to this,” her mommy picked up a pamphelt from the Board of Corrections, “Halloween, like Easter, is based on luck and chance. You’ll wake up in the morning and get a pretty big spanking. Your bottom will be sore, and it will hurt a lot. Then you’ll have a special Halloween breakfast.”

Jenna winced. That didn’t sound too good.”

“Afterwards, your mouth will be washed out with soap. You will not be allowed to rinse all day. Then you will go the the Penny Halloween party. You will wear your matching punishment dress and Pain-tees. Then Daddy will spank you - over your Level IV Pain-tees. Then there is the annual crawl through*. When you get back, after a sound switching, you’ll be taken trick or treating. When you get to each house, you’ll select a candy. At the end of the trick or treating time, everyone will gather together in the park. Inside each candy is minus or plus spanks, or special chips, just like Easter eggs. The difference is that these spanks are weighed toward more spankings. Then you’ll come home for a bedtime spanking, and wake up to get a lot of nano-lotion.”

Jenna sighed. Being a Penitatas would be hard.

Jenna, Carrie, and her mommy set off to the mall to shop for school things. School would start the next day, it was crucial they get them. Unfortunately, since it was Jenna’s first trip to the mall, she was almost guarenteed a spanking. If Carrie really behaved, she might just get a few swats over her panties. But Jenna was sure she’d get a bare bottomed spanking. After all, her aunt had applied to be a Penny’s mother, and she’d shared all the information with Jenna.

The first place they stopped was a place Jenna had worked for in college, the Punishment Plaza. It had everything a Penny mother could want when it came to punishing their little Pennies. Jenna lived in a Penny neighborhood, Spankester, and as she walked through the store, she saw dozens of little Pennies bawling over their mommy or daddy’s knee. She knew she’d soon be in the same position.

Suddenly, she noticed Carrie was gone. “Mommy,” she tugged on her mother’s skirt, “Mommy!”

Her mother dragged Jenna over to a bench, and turned Jenna over her knee. “How dare you interrupt my conversation? You’ll be soundly spanked for that, young lady!”

As she pushed up Jenna’s dress, and started to tug on her panties, Jenna cried, “But Mommy, Carrie’s gone!”

Her mommy’s hand stopped in mid air. “Gone?” she asked, “What do you mean?”

“She isn’t here! I don’t know where she went!” Jenna cried.

Her mother immediately pushed Jenna off her lap and got up. Jenna tugged up her panties, and followed her mommy. They searched the store, but no Carrie. Her mommy looked steaming, and Jenna obiediently followed her everywhere.

Soon an announcement came over the loud speaker. “A Penitatas is now on the loose in the mall. 6 years old, and in a bright red dress. Answers to the name of Carrie. Everyone be on the lookout.”

Jenna giggled. It sounded like a police announcement. “Jenna Marie Dawes! This is not a laughing matter!”

Her mommy beckoned to the sales lady and asked her to bring a helper paddle.

Jenna tried to beg off, but it didn’t work. Her mommy soon had Jenna over her knee, and was giving her a good old fashioned spanking with the helper paddle. “Waaaaahhhh! Mommmmmeeeeee!!! Nooooooooooo! I’ll be goooooood!! I promisssse!” Jenna cried.

The spanking finally ended, and Jenna was let off her mother’s lap. Her mother continued to search the mall, but found nothing, even with the help of many other “spanko” parents.

“I think,” her mommy said, “It is time to call the police.”


 * The “crawl through” is a game where a lot of people line up, and spread their legs apart, and the person on the end crawls through. As they’re crawling, the other try to give them as many spanks as they can. Though the crawl through is an old custom, it is still used for many Pennies. Everyone in the room lines up with some spanking implement, and every Penny gets a chance to crawl through.