At the mall/Page8

At the Mall
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The 6yo rubbed her eyes for a moment and gave that question some thought. "Up here," she tapped her head, "i know yo and Uncle Mitchell love me. I know that and I tell myself that over and over. But here.." Kimberly taps her chest, "I..." She pauses as if unsure how to say it, "I know I'm not good enough." The little girl wants to look away but Julia won't let her. "I don't feel like you hate me. You take really good care of me and so does Mitchel but..." Again Kimberly stops, "I don't know why anyone would want to love me." She sniffles and blinks, her tears for the moment stopped. "I'm kinda scrawny and don't behave. And I'm a Pennitatas! There is lots to hate about me."

Julia is markedly surprised as such a well thought out answer under such a traumatic experience. Her face softens as she talks to her daughter this time. Julia takes a breath.

"That's a very mature response." She informs Kimberly, "And you've just given yourself your own answer." Letting go of Kimberly's head Julia taps the girl on the forehead. "You see up here, I know your a penni. I know this means your guilty of a horrendous crime just as you do. And because you are a penni everybody else knows that. You are a criminal, you are guilty, and you can't be trusted! This is what people KNOW is their heads and so they treat you as a Penni, put you down, spank you, punish you!" Julia stands up again "In our heads we know you deserve what you get - being blistered, being switched and in their heads people out there expect you to be trouble and expect you to be immoral and wrong!"

Looking down on her daughter, Julia pauses, 'Look at me." she commands, making sure Kimberly looks up. Staring at her little penitata, Julia puts her thumb to her heart. "What you need to understand is that is all in the head. In the heart - in the hearts of the people that know you we have SEEN how much you have grown in the last few cycles." She taps her chest again - "We can see how you've improved - and even if you feel your not good enough we can see that you're getting better!"

Taking a breath, Julia goes back around her seated child and puts her arms around the girl, Giving Kimberly a kiss on the cheek.

"Now; regarding your behaviour today. You know what you did, now tell me why it was wrong and what you deserve"

The child is at first confused by Julia's response, though pleased she'd given a mature answer. But as her mother explained the 6yo realised what Julia had meant.

Kimberly thinks about what her mother has said. Mommy is right, the little girl thought, People just see the Penni... they don't see me. It helped a little and it would likely help even more once she stared feeling better.

Now was not the time though, she still had the rest of the 4-step to get through and Julia was asking about today. "Well... I guess firt I let Uncle Mitchel spank me and then asked for a paddling." She makes a face, "But I don't know when I shouldn't let him. I mean Uncle Mitchel is older then me and a Completus. I mean you might tell him to spank me or something and if I defied him I'd be in even more trouble!"

Shaking her head she goes on, "That was the first mistake I made. Then at the fitters I managed to make a scene when I tripped over that stool." she chews her lip, "And I know I swore but I can't 'member when..." She thinks, "And I broke position. Then in the Holovid store I wandered away from you. Then..." She pauses and says more quietly, "I got into a fight and was rude and hit a girl."

Sniffling she then says, "When Uncle Mitchel was telling you about it I knew he wasn't saying everything and I should have spoken right up but I didn't. I help him lie to you. and then I didn't tell you all of the truth either."

Taking a shaky breath she says, "I need a good sound 'panking right on my bare bum. A good blistering to make sure that I remember to be good, to not get into fights... to tell the truth."

tilting her head back so she can look up at Julia she says, "I know I need a paddling, a good crop of blisters on my bottom." She takes a deep breath and asks, "B-but... am I gonna get the cane too? I'd hate it over my blusters but I hurt a girl! AGAIN!"

Julia nods... That last element is the one that is worrying Julia the most, looking at it from the perspective of 'She is a penni' Julia knew that this counted as a form of backsliding, even putting aside the fact that the Voluntaris was a girl - the fact that Kimberly as a Penni had gotten into a fight was worrying and had been responsible for her decision earlier on at the chemist. Julia stood up, still holding her little Penni's shoulders and tried to think.

Out loud, while doing her working out, Julia spoke up. "Mitchel spanking you this morning was his fault!" Julia declared, "I told him to go fetch you - and he is your uncle and has authority to spank you BUT" Julia emphasised, "In doing so this morning he directly disobeyed me and earned some punishment!" Walking around Julia takes the little Penitant by the hand and gently tugs her out of the chair. She then goes and fetches the shopping that had been deposited just inside the door, all the implements and orders were in those bags and going through the bags she tracked down the ones from Palodin's Paddles.

"You're tripping over a stool is not bad behaviour!" Julia laughs, "If it were bad behaviour for kids to trip over things, some Penni's would be punished eight or more times a day!" Walking back to the stool, Julia takes her seat but does not command her daughter to stand beside her, let alone take any form of position.

"Breaking Position." She continued, "That isn't bad behaviour, just ground for extra swats!" Julia looks up at her daughter. "So what are we looking at today!" she prompts her daughter, but raises a finger to interrupt. "Remember! Your original crime at this point warrants 30 swats with a rated paddle or hairbrush!" Julia puts in, "Plus five for each time you broke position earlier at the Fitters today. Now, assuming we do that last that means..."

"How about we start with 20 for a warm up for lying to me!" She says, "Then about 10 with the apple switch for running away - Twice because you did it twice!" Julia watch's her daughter's expression as the girl's fate is pronounced, "Another 20 - with Mitch's Bumblebee for getting in a fight!" Julia pronounces, holding up her fingers, "And capping off with the hairbrush afterwards?" Julia looks at her daughter - having decided the young girl's rather hideous fate.

"Tell me, what does your head say." he voice softens, "And what does your heart say."

Kimberly trembled slightly. A warm up of twenty, over her already spanked bottom would smart. Sure she'd had nano-cream earlier but even still it would hurt. 10 licks with the apple switch... twice?!? Kimberly thinks with a shudder, that's 20 licks! But she did run away form Julia twice. She'd already been switched but another twenty atop of that would be even worse!

Then the worst was pronounced.

The blood drains form her face and she begins to cry as Julia states that she would be using Mitch's Bumblebee paddle. It was big and heavy, rated for a big... almost grown man, rather then a little six year old. It'll blister my bum properly though! Kimberly thinks with a shudder and over all of that a dose of the hairbrush? The little girl can't help the whimper that comes out.

Then Julia asks about what her mind and heart are saying. Kimberly stands there trembling a little. It was a horrible fate but she'd asked for the blistering, felt she deserved it. Taking a steadying breath Kimbers tries to stop being so nervous and look right at her mother. "Momma, up here..." she taps her head, "I know I deserve it and your right I did backslide. That sounds like a lot but I asked to be blistered and I know that sequence will really do a job on my bum. Just like I deserve!"

Kimbers squirms as tears form in her eyes. "M-my heart though..." the 6yo pauses and chews her lip. "I..." after another moment she shrugs helplessly. "My heart feels it's right too but..." She shuffles a little. "I don't feel I deserve any nano-lotion or cream. Let the blisters stick around for my birthday."

Taking another deep breath she asks, "Mommy, will you spank me now? Please?"

Julia closes her eyes and nods - pulling her daughter in close she gives the nearly 6yo a hug and simply holds her for a while. "You are so much more mature than many of the Penitata I've had before you." She tells her little child, before helping the girl over her knee. "Here, part of me had been hoping you'd resist. I suppose the tech people will have to work around that!"

Spreading her legs just a little to support her child's weight, Julia made a show of unwrapping the young girl's nappy. The Nano-cream had done a good job in the limited time it had available to do it's job and while the child's rump wasn't completely healed from the earlier experiences most of the welts had vanished and the child's rump was just a mild red. Julia smiled at this and gave her child a soft pat on the bottom.

"Just perfect!" Julia commented, "Mostly healed - a proper blistering like this should be performed on a fresh rump!" The second swat landed, this time a serious swat, delivered by Julia's iron hand. Her hand wasn't as bad as a paddle but about the same as a hairbrush - even if the sting didnt quite last as long. "Now." Julia told her child, "I don't expect you to count as these will be more than you can keep track of." Julia lands the third and then a fourth and finally a fifth, moving the strikes around the girl's rump to increase effect. "Nor do I expect you to hold perfect positions though the whole situation!" Another three strikes land, moving down the flank of the left cheek - "But cause me too much trouble and you will DEFINITELY feel the results!" And with that Julia starts the warm-up spanking in earnest, delivering a good fifteen hand-smacks to the child's rump in rapid succession until the child's entire sit-spots are red with envy.

As Kimberly goes over her mother's lap she starts to cry. The little girl doesn't want to but the enormity of what was ahead of her had finally sunk in. she'd had a terrible day so far and upon hearing what Julia intended for her little girl promised to make the terrible into a horribly painful on.

Kimbers might want to be brave and take the punishment she asked for but the nano-web, which helped driver her emotions, wasn't having any of it; the 6yo was glad her mother wasn't going to require her to count, though a tiny part of her felt ashamed... as if this was letting Julia down somehow.

As the little girl clasped her hands in front of her and firmly told herself not to wiggle she vaguely wondered what Julia meant by having the tech adjust something. Teh first thought was her nano-web. That little mystery's importance vanished as the first swat landed. "ow!" Kimberly voice, it slipped past ehr guard and she firmly pressed ehr lips together. The second swat form her mother however make her yelp and she squirmed.

You ASKED for this stupid! Kimberly told herself as a third smack landed. "AAAaHHH, MOMMA Not so ahrd!" She pleaded but her mother continued applying swat after swat. Number 4 stung just as much as number three.

The fifth was a real zinger. Kimberly's hands flew apart but before they could move anywhere near her bottom she gripped the chair leg. "Owie! Owie! Waaah!" Kimberly said as spank after spank landed. any thought of being a "big girl" and taking her spanking "maturely" deserted her by the tenth swat.

She lay, wiggling and squirming - though not to much - over her mother's lap and bawled out her unhappiness. She was unhappy for a lot of reasons, most of them centred on the fact that she'd displeased Julia. Other errant thoughts were that she'd been so bad nobody would want to come to her party and the fact that she didn't have any friends.

Up until coming to live with Julia and Mitchel, Kimberly had lived in Helena Montana. She'd gotten to know some of the kids there. But coming to a new town was a big change. Leaving the few acquaintances she'd been permitted behind was also a big change.

Hrrruutt'zzzpptsss, Kimberly's Regellian counsellor, had been interested in finding out why the little girl tried so hard to be mature about any of her punishments. He'd seen such behaviour in a 6th cycle or later Penni. Kimberly's answer had been straight forward; the little girl admired her scientist mother. Julia was successful woman. Kimbers assumed her mother had exacting standards and she wanted to met them. The fact she didn't really know what they were didn't seem to matter to the little girl.

But as the warm-up continued onto the fifteenth swat little Kimberly didn't have any reserves to be mature and take her punishment quietly. She cried and wiggled and tired to levitate off of her Mommy's knee and away form that horrible hand. the burning in her rump was building with each stinging smack.

Tears ran freely and after teh twentieth swat landed Kimberly started to please. "no more Mama! Pleeeese HURTS!" She knew deep down that it wasn't the end. She'd asked to be blistered. But asking and actually having it happen were two very different things.

Julia relaxed a little as she watched her little girl start bawling herself out. 'Sometimes' - Julia reflected, 'crying themselves out is the best therapy a kid can get'. "Now, Now!" She said out loud as her daughter's struggling got worse, "That's nearly the warm-up done!" Julia actually counts off the last five herself audibly - so that her child knows how much is left - having done that Julia allows the girl off her lap and watches smiling as her little penni bounces from a nicely red rump.

Kimberly's rump was already slightly red before the warm-up - now it was glowing. "Come here hun!" Julia calls Kimberly back to her side but does not put the child across her lap, instead making her little girl sit on her lap. The rough material of Julia's denim skirt was not exactly as bad as a corner stool but it scratched like level one biters! Julia hugged her little girl till the crying had subsided a little.

"There, there" she cooed, "You know you have a lot more before this is over" Julia held her child, the spankings themselves wouldn't take very long, but without a pause between instruments Kimberly could easily be broken. Only once Kimberly had calmed a little did Julia get up, helping Kimberly to lie across the wooden chair. "Now stay still hun." She orders, "You know the last thing you want is the switch across your hands!" Julia lines herself up. 20 strokes with a switch sounded severe but she fully intended to spread them out - with a bumblebee following soon after there would be no crossed switch marks.

Starting on the left cheek, Julia worked her way from the top of the rump downwards, landing seven parallel lines running from the top, down the globes and across the sit-spots, then following up with three down the girl's thighs. The precision of the strokes were like plants along a railroad track. "Halfway there!" Julia coaxed, "Try not to wriggle!" A moment later she starts mirroring the strokes, holding her daughter down on the chair and running another ten down Kimberly's right cheek and thigh. These ones were at a slight angle but the distance between each stroke was perfectly even and perfectly precise. Once this was done, Julia paused and knelt beside Kimberly, stroking the young girl's hair.

As the warm up finished and Julia provided some cuddling Kimberly felt a little better. Her mother's comment reminded her, there was still more to come. But the horrible pressure which had been building over the course of the day was easing. Her emotions were still raw and her bottom was definitely sore but Kimberly felt she could deal with both a little better.

When she was put over the chair for her switching she wrapped her arms about its front left leg and grabbed her elbows. There was no way she wanted a switch stroke on her hand.


 * KRA-SMACK!* when the first lick of the switch and Kimbely's head came up a little as she pressed her hips into the chair and yelped. A second line across her bum cheek got the tears going again. As the switching continued across her one bum cheek and down her thighs the little girl tried her best not to wiggle to much. She desperately held onto the chair leg. Julia's firm hand on her back was also very helpful.

As the switch walked it's way down her left little hillock the 6yo drummed the right ball of her foot on the floor as she bawled. She tried to be a little more composed, thee would be lots of opportunity to shed tears but the fire in her backside was rapidly growing. As her right bum cheek came under the switches painful attention she couldn't help but jiggle occasionally.

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Kimberly noised. Subconsciously she was grateful Julia wasn't cross the switch marks. another part however noted a bumblebee paddle, Mitchel's bumvblebee paddle, would be horrible.

When the switching was over Kimberly lay shaking slightly and sucking in gulping lung fulls of air. As her mother stroked her hair she pressed ehr head against Julia's hand. After a moment, when she was calmer she began to speak. "M-moma?" the child said, lifting her head a little so he could look teary eyed at Julia, "I... I'll try 'n' not b-break p'sition for the bum..." she sniffs and swallows, "For the paddle but it'll be really hard! 'Pecially wit' the welts..."

Her eyes are red and her nose is red and running from her recent bouts of crying. "W-would you tie me down please? I don't want extra!" the switch marks burned and seemed to throb as she snuffled and hiccuped. "The paddle is gonna be so bad Momma..."

Petting Kimberly's hair until she had calmed a bit, Julia eventually assisted her daughter to stand up, rubbing the girl's arms and sides - making the child's shirt shuffle as Julia let the switching settle in. "I don't like the idea of tying you down." Julia replied to her daughter's request, "But you will be over my lap and I suppose..."

Kimbers could understand why her Mommy didn't like tying her down but she also didn't want to break position and she wasn't quite sure she'd manage without some help. The switching had been bad enough and as her Mommy rubbed her arms and side the burn went deeper, settling and the ache hurt.

Julia stood and went back to her bags, where all the shopping was. "It isn't exactly like I HAVE something to tie you down with!" Julia pulled out items, small bags of clothing, a bundle covered in brightly coloured cloth, a box that looked surprisingly like a shoebox - "Ah- HA!" She declared finally. Julia looked back at the item's she had pulled out - one of them having a red cloth ribbon wrapped around it. Kimberly tried to pay attention to what her mother was taking out of the bags but it was hard, her bottom was hot and sore!

But all too soon she found herself back over her mother's lap. She was a little, just a little relieved that it was Mitch's smaller paddle rather then the big one. But its still gonna smart! Kimberly thought. her bottom twitched at the mention of her normal bedtime spanking and also at the thought of the nanocream.

Undoing the ribbon, Julia carefully repacked the bags and approached her daughter. With due care Julia wrapped the ribbon around one of Kimberly's wrists, then bringing the child's hands together wrapped the ribbon around the other wrist to hold the two together, keeping the ends of the ribbon in her hands. Taking her seat, Julia tugged the little girl into position, then over her lap, patting Kimberly on the head.

"Take my hand!" Julia prompted and waited for the girl to do so before fetching a paddle from the bag beside the chair. It was Mitch's smaller paddle - a grade four bumblebee designed for blistering a 7 or eight year old and not the grade 8 paddle normally used on 12 year olds but even the grade four was going to do its job efficiently and accurately.

Julia rested the paddle on Kimberly's back and stared at the red, welted rump. "You are much more mature than your councillors' give you credit for." Julia told her daughter, "And you will have to go through the rest of your day with a blistered bum, plus your normal spanking before bedtime - but I think we'll still use the Nanocream tonight." Julia picks up the paddle. "Now tell me again, why you deserve this."

Julia waits for her daughter to start, and takes a pattern based on her child's words, punctuating the end of each of her daughters lines with a good hard swat. In five strokes, the lines of the switching were taking on the white appearance of raised blisters.

She took a breath and began. "I was naughty because I raped and violated two women." *SMACK* Came the paddle, sharply and painfully pulling her attention to her bottom. Kimberly jerked and howled. A paddle for a 7 or 8 year old girl was bad enogh but those nasty holes of the bumblebee did their work and the switching helped it along.

"I left you twice, one in the holovid story..." *SPANK* went eh paddle, only the second swat. "OOWWIIEE!!!!" Kimberly cried and tensed for the next swat but it didn't come. She realised then that the swats wouldn't continue until she finished listing a crime.

"Then I ran away when those girls... when you were talking with those Voluntaris." *WHAP!* went the paddle again. Kimberly bucked, her feet coming off the floor. It took some effort to push them back down. Thank you for the ribbon momma! Kimberly thought. She knew that she'd have broke position then.

"I g-got into a fight with the girls and I hurt one of them!" *THWACK!* "WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" The 6yo howled as large tears flowed down her cheeks. Gulping air she continued. She didn't really want to though; all she wanted to do was rub the burning out of her bottom.

"I swore," another swat, "'N' I helped Uncle Mitchel lie to you." *SPANK!*

By the fifth spank her nates had turned that colour that showed that blisters were about to appear, Kimberly was struggling to think if she was missing anything but after awhile all she could do was howl and bawl and try not to squirm to much. Thankfully she'd gotten all of the major infractions of that day in her recitation.

A tiny portion of her brain hoped, believed that Julia wouldn't put her in painties but she wasn't certain and soon even that thought was burned away by the fire roaring in her little bum.

"Very Good!" Julia replies once her daughter's garbled voice comes to a stop to be replaced with only blatant wailing. "Remember your lessons well!" Julia chided, bringing the bumblebee down in timed strokes and trying to spread around the paddles effect. "Not just your Penni Lessons!" She continued clearly, not sure if her daughter was hearing or not "But the lessons of the heart as well!" Julia had brought the count of paddle strikes up to fifteen - all along the rows of switch marks on the child's rump clusters of blisters were forming, pink and purple skin of the welts turning white and bubbling where the holes of the bumblebee intersected them. Areas not covered by switch marks were quickly responding to the paddle with round shaped welts from the holes. Julia paused- examining the work with a mixture of satisfaction and a worry. Already the child's rump was a criss-cross of red and purple marks with the white blister-spots splattered across her rump like leopard-spots.

"Remember my child!" Julia cooed, "I punish you like this because I love you." Julia added the final five strokes - the overall result could have been much worse than this had she intended it but for certain the child was definitely blistered. Julia placed the fiery paddle on her child back but did not try to raise Kimberly from her knee - instead waiting until Kimberly could get up under her own power. "You did very well." Was all she said at the end.