Amy and Toots/Page16

Strawberry
“Alright Amy, go and wait outside now.” Amy obeyed Dr Stoodbank and left her brothers in the consulting room. “This virus is still holding on.” he said looking at the results of the scanner, “But you feel she is a bit more, settled, happy?”

“Yes, funnily enough it happened after last time she was here.” Arik replied. “She got a good spanking for being rude to your receptionist, and somehow she seems to have been a lot sunnier ever since.”

“You know I was talking to my colleague Mereal Isher about Amy and Toots, she is in charge of our psychiatric team here. We have never had a situation like this before where two close friends are rejuved, both following a trauma.

There are obviously complex issues with one being a penny, and being held responsible, the other being given the status of a medicalos, when maybe she feels guilty too. Now there is no doubt that this virus has certainly got a hold of Amy and it is responsible for some of her depression and believe me I think it would be a lot worse if not for the fact that you two have provided such a strong and stable home environment for her.

However when I discussed her case with Mereal, she said that in her opinion it looked like Amy has a very real need for the therapeutic powers of punishment. Counselling is all very well, but we all know that the best way to assuage some peoples suffering is to provide punishment. I recommend you continue that with Amy.” The brothers nodded in agreement.

Outside Amy was waiting patiently. The receptionist glared across at her a few times, but made no comment. As her brothers rejoined her she wondered what had been discussed. “Am I getting better?” she asked. “You’re doing quite well.” Arik replied. “Now Amy, I think you have something to say to the receptionist.”

She had known that this was coming, so she crossed over to the desk and said without further prompting. “I am very sorry I was rude to you last week. I was given a good paddling and caning for my behaviour and I will not behave that way again. Please accept my apology.”

“Well.” she was obviously a little taken aback. “I must say that I am very pleased that you got what you deserved even though you are a medicalos. I am afraid that I think children, are children, are children and regardless of status, they should be punished if necessary. I know the parents of some medicalos children are far too lenient.”

“I quite agree.” Mike said. “But please rest assured, the guardians of this little medicolas, will be most vigilant in ensuring she behaves correctly and any naughtiness at all will be most severely dealt with.”

He looked down at Amy who dutifully produced the small bouquet of flowers that she had brought as a peace offering. “Oh how lovely! Thank you my dear.” The receptionist was beaming now.

Amy returned home with her brothers. “Can I play again with the dolls house out in the garden?” she asked. “Yes, I think that would be OK.” Mike replied. “Just one thing though, we have invited Rochester over for tea today. He is eager to resume his practising of music. “OK, can Toots come to tea too?” “If she’s allowed to.” “And Nadia?” “Alright, if her parents give the OK.” “Can I go and ask now? And can Toots come right now and me and her make biscuits?”

“Well if Ashia can spare the time to supervise you.” he said doubtfully. This caused her to frown. Amy liked to cook and experiment in the kitchen, and she really resented her efforts being overseen by Ashia.

“Please take off that unbecoming frown.” he said. She thought it wisest to do so, and really there was no point in frowning about such things. It was the way things were, and it was best to just accept it.

She went to find Ashia to ask if she would kindly supervise while she made biscuits, and after getting her agreement she went to knock for Toots. She was sitting pensively in her lounge not reading the picture book that was beside her.

“Want to come and cook biscuits?” Amy asked. “May I please Mummy?” Toots asked politely. “Very well.” Emerald agreed. “May Toots also stay to tea?” Amy asked. “Oh I’m afraid not, she is to have a good spanking tonight, her Daddy is coming home especially early from work, and he is bringing a friend and his little penny daughter, so Toots will be playing with her this evening.”

Amy’s frown returned. She did not like these exclusions from Toot’s life, even though it was hardly fun times she was missing. They both went to issue the invitation to Nadia for tea, and then went off to bake the biscuits.

Ashia made them follow a recipe differently to how Amy wished to do things, and she barely managed to hide her frustration with this. When she had been an adult, there had always been a certain rivalry between the two of them regarding their culinary skills. Amy greatly resented having to unquestioningly obey her now.

Nadia was excited at the prospect of going to tea with Amy, she couldn’t wait to play with the dolls house again. Her Mummy dressed her in little pink dungarees and put a pink ribbon in her dark hair, and then to Nadia’s consternation she picked up her ‘Mothers little helper paddle’ and said

“I’m going to give you a few with this over your clothes, just to help you remember to be good, while you have your tea, and to teach you what happens to naughty girls who run around firing hiop.”

Nadia’s lip drooped, but she accepted her punishment, at least it wasn’t on the bare. Her Mummy delivered a crisp half dozen whaps, that made the little girl cry out, and then she sat her up and cuddled her.

She was carried through the communal gardens to Amy’s home. Arik immediately took her into his arms and talked to her for a while. Nadia could hear music, and she looked through to the lounge and saw that Amy was with Uncle Mike and a big boy.

She learnt after a while, that his name was Rochester, and that he had once played music with Uncle Arik and Uncle Mike, and he was practising regaining those skills again now.

Nadia felt a little shy when she was set down in front of him, but he seemed a nice big boy. He was around Amy’s age, and he paused in his task to squat before her and ask her a few questions, which she shyly answered, however she was glad when Amy led her out to the dolls house so they could play together.

“Where’s Toots?” she asked as she began moving the dolls around to where she wanted them. “She couldn’t come tonight, but she helped make the biscuits we’re going to have for tea.”

Meanwhile Toots was talking to the blonde little girl who had been introduced to her by her Daddy. Her name was Strawberry, and she had been rejuved at around the same time as Toots. Her sentence had been similar to Toots’. She would serve from the age of nine to sixteen as a hard time penitatas and from sixteen to twenty one as a soft time penitatas.

The main difference was that Strawberry had been only eighteen, and had been tried as a minor, when she had been rejuved, and it was to her birth parents that she had been returned, but with special conditions.

This time around, Strawberry had to be spanked. Hard and often. Every single time she did anything even the slightest bit wrong she was to be punished. In addition to this she had to be spanked at least three or four times every week. This was of course in addition to the special punishment days.

Strawberry’s parent’s were not really all that good at disciplining their daughter. (That was why she had got into trouble in the first place.) Corrections were most unwilling to remove a child from the care of her natural parents. They were good people, just a little too mild to deal with a wilful and headstrong child. So Ry and Emerald had been asked if they would work with them as their mentors. Ry in particular had been recognised as a very efficient disciplinarian, who had a wealth of knowledge in the art of spanking.

“So what did you do wrong?” Toots asked. “Nothing.” “Oh Strawberry you must have done, they wouldn’t have rejuved you if you hadn’t.” “I just used to run out and not do what my Mum and Dad, said. Why should I anyway?”

Before Toots could question her any further her Daddy came over. “Right you two.” he began briskly. “Knickers off, and over to the settee, I want you both bent over. Emerald you hold Strawberry’s hands, Dixie you hold Toots. Cas, come behind with me, and watch how I cane.”

Strawberry made no move, but Toots went at once to where she was instructed, she held out her hands for Strawberry’s Mummy to hold, and so with her head down and her bottom up she did not see how Ry easily lifted and placed Strawberry in the position he required.

The blaze of pain that shot through her nates caused Toots to lift her head and wail desperately. She did not know how many strokes she received, but she knew that everything in her world became just a blur of pain. Her Daddy aimed mostly low, and some of the licks caught the top of her legs. Toots knew she would have trouble sitting for quite some time.

Despite her distress she became aware that beside her Strawberry screamed and howled also. Then the fiery stripes stopped raining down, and the stinging levelled off. But still the sound of swishing strokes sounded nearby. Strawberry was obviously paying dearly for failing to immediately obey.

Toots could hear the adults talking. Her Daddy was talking about her bottom, and about how her stripes would be feeling. He was discussing why he had placed them how he had, and how it was important to move his wrist to ensure that she received maximum sting. She then heard him invite Cas to copy his technique.

Again she felt the lick of the cane, and she resumed crying. She heard her Daddy’s voice as he advised and corrected, and then again attention was turned to Strawberry and Toots was able to recover a little.

“Alright Toots, you may get up and go and stand in the corner.” Ry said. She struggled to her feet, and hurried to the corner. “Dress high, so we can see that naughty striped bottom.” he reminded her. She held her dress high, and waited, sobbing a little until she was allowed to move. Strawberry was still getting it.

Toots was aware that the implement was changed, because instead of a switching sound there was a whapping sound. Strawberry had finally given up her loud howling, and was sobbing brokenly. It was sometime after this, that Toots heard her sent and then secured to the corner stool.

Toots was allowed out of the corner, and then to her acute embarrassment she was settled between the adults, while they played back the whole punishment and proceeded to discuss it.

Toots face burned as she looked at her own bottom being stung and punished while she howled out her pain, and wept. But she got a strange satisfaction out of seeing Strawberry’s haughty attitude brought under control. She longed to learn more about her, but not long after Toots was sent to bed.

She did not want to go, crazy as it might be, Toots did not want her Daddy to spank Strawberry while she wasn’t there, and she wasn’t entirely sure that it was all over for Strawberry yet.

“Daddy... I ... don’t want to go to bed.” Toots begun. “I don’t suppose you do, seeing as it’s not five-o-clock yet.” he replied. “But that is what happens to naughty girls, and if I hear one more peep out of you, you will be going to bed in level five pain-ties.”

Toots was out of the room and up in her bedroom within one minute. She settled herself into bed. Bright sunlight was kept back by the fluttering curtains. She felt she could hear Amy and Nadia still out playing. To think she had to go to bed earlier than a little three year old!

Toots closed her eyes. Her bottom was still so sore, but she felt that as long as she was good, she would not be getting anymore spankings today. It was hard to drop off to sleep, and then she was sure that she heard heartbroken sobbing. It was not Strawberry, it was a different kind of crying, not the crying of a spanked child. It sounded like a very young child, who was afraid, and lonely and lost. Toots felt sure it was little Nadia, she longed to get out of bed to go and see...