Amy and Toots/Page13

Nadia’s Therapy
Nadia stared at Dr. Isher who sighed. “I am afraid young lady, that unless you can bring yourself to confide in me, there is little we can do to help you.”

For the last twenty minutes she had sat with her and her Mummy, asking probing questions. Nadia had answered obliquely at first, but as they become more intimate, she had shut her little lips around the finger she was sucking, and she had leant back against Deedeeo.

She closed her eyes, and hoped they might think she needed a nap. But they weren’t so easily fooled.

“Perhaps a spanking might help her to talk to us.” Dr Isher said sagely. Nadia’s eyes flew open. “No. No want ‘panking.”

But it was too late. She ought to have realized that penitatas did not get away with refusing anything if an adult required it. She was tipped over the doctors knee, her little bottom skyward, and a sharp half dozen smacks were delivered upon her baby rear.

She burst into indignant wailing. The doctor set her back the right way upon her lap and hugged her close before saying kindly.

“Now Nadia, you know that I had to do that. You know that I can’t have a naughty baby like you defying me. We are all trying to help you sweetie, but before we can, you must confide it us.”

Some of her pent up emotions came out in her sobbing, and Doctor Isher rocked her back and forth.

“Now once again Nadia.” she said when the tears were levelling. “We know that long ago, perhaps when you were a kindern, something happened to you, that made you so concerned to be with men. Even nice men like your Daddy Brent. Now you do agree that your Daddy Brent is a nice man?”

“He ‘pank me.” “Of course he spanks you. That’s his job. It wouldn’t be much use if he didn’t spank you would it? Do you want to grow up a bad girl? It’s very kind of Daddy to take the time to spank you. Think of all the ways he looks after you.”

Nadia thought about that. Yes it was true that Daddy bathed her, fed her, changed her nappy, dressed her. He sat with her on his lap and read to her. He played with her, and teased her. It was true he did look after her, almost like Daddy Jeff had. She did not want to think about Daddy Jeff or the longing would return.

If she thought about him, she might mention his name. That was the kind of thing that happened to her now. She supposed because of the nano web.

Thoughts that she hoped to keep to herself came spilling out in her baby talk. Much the same as she had difficulty in controlling her toddler body, she had trouble controlling her toddler mind.

Nadia knew she had to keep an iron grip on her thoughts or these clever grown ups would wheedle it all out of her, and that mustn’t happen.

“Well have you thought about the way Daddy looks after you?” Dr Isher asked. Nadia nodded.

“Isn’t he kind and good?” She nodded again. “But I don’t like ‘pankings.” “Of course you don’t like spankings, but even so, they are very good for you baby.”

Nadia pouted. “Doesn’t Mummy give you spankings?” Nadia nodded yes. “Doesn’t Auntie Emerald?” Another nod. “Didn’t I just give you a spanking?” Yet another nod. “Because we all care about you honey.”

Dr Isher turned to Deedeeo. “I think that is enough for now.” she said. “Nurse would you take Nadia through to the play room, I want to discuss her treatment with her Mummy.”

The nurse swept Nadia up in her arms, and carried her through to the play room. She was plumped down opposite a grim looking little boy on a teeter totter.

He immediately began rocking back and forth. Nadia was resentful. She neither wanted to play here, or be kept out of what ever was being discussed about her. She tried to get up, but could not do so without adult help.

The little boy seeing her struggle, and seeing an opportunity to vent some of his own anger began to rock even more fiercely. Nadia tried to keep her balance but found herself swinging back alarmingly, and the next thing she knew, she was laying sprawling upon the thick protective rubber matting.

She bawled, and found herself lifted up again by the nurse. “You naughty babies!” she said sternly. “That’s a spanking for the pair of you.”

It was no good Nadia attempting to explain that she was not to blame, because although there had been intent on the part of the little boy, there was no doubt that she had been trying to get off the teeter totter, and pennys were meant to stay where they were put.

She was deposited over the nurses white apron, her blue knickers were down again and her little buttocks shook under the firm slaps that were sharply applied. The flesh was a pretty pink from Dr Isher’s earlier attention. Soon it was pinker still.

Nadia wept loudly, and as her knickers were pulled firmly back up she was sat upon a stool that waited in readiness in the corner. Thankfully it was not a punishment stool, but it was still hard and unforgiving to a sore bottom.

She would have liked to have seen the little boy get his punishment, but she decided it would not be wise to turn around. However she heard.

“You Norris, are just a silly little boy.” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

“I would have thought you had learned by now,” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

“After all this is your third cycle,” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

“But even so, you can’t resist being unkind can you.” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

“Now you will have all of your injections in a very sore bottom!” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

“You WILL learn young man, to curb that spiteful streak, or you’ll never make soft time.” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

“And I am going to ask Doctor to give you a dose of his special paddle when he’s finished spanking in your injections.” *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!**SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!**SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!* *SPANK!*

By the time Norris was deposited in the opposite corner he was yelling as if his life was in danger. Nadia was pleased to hear him get it so hard, because it meant the nurse had clearly realized that he was really the bad one.

“Oh dear.” over Norris howling she heard her Mummy’s voice. “Don’t say my baby has been a naughty girl?”

“I am afraid so Deedeeo.” the nurse replied.. “Well then maybe she can have a few swats with my ‘mothers little helper’” “No Mummy please....” Nadia didn’t want anymore spankings, her bottom was still tingling, and she certainly didn’t want it where nasty Norris could hear. He stopped his own howling expectantly, but when nothing happened for a moment he resumed.

“Well perhaps you can have it when you get home.” Deedeeo suggested. “Now say you’re sorry to the nurse, for being a naughty girl.”

She was lifted off the stool and stood in front of the nurse. “I sorry.” she said. “Thank you for spanking me.” Deedeeo urged her. “Fank you for ‘panking me.”

“You are most welcome.” the nurse replied. Nadia was lifted up and settled in her baby stroller. She wondered what the doctor had said to her Mummy, but knew she wouldn’t find out unless the adults decided to tell her.

They walked through the park home, and Nadia was allowed out of her stroller to feed the ducks. Once home she was settled in her bed for a nap. This was a little later than usual, nap time was mostly just after school, so Nadia was tired.

She was awoken by her Daddy, and as she had been dreaming about first Daddy, Daddy Jeff, she really didn’t want to see Daddy Brent, and he was carrying a hair brush!

Was that to sting her bottom or to brush the tangles from her dark hair? “I understand the nurse had to spank you at the clinic this afternoon?” he said grimly.

She nodded. “Well you know what happens now then don’t you?” Again she nodded. “Come along then.”

Resignedly she settled over his knee. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

She had certainly had harder smacks, but even so she began to cry. “My baby Nadia must be a good baby.” he admonished. Then it was over and she was sat up on his lap for a cuddle.

One thing about Daddy Brent was he always smelt so good. Not like Daddy.... Pik. He always had a sour smell about him. Daddy Brent was like Daddy Jeff. She closed her eyes, and pretended for a while that he was Daddy Jeff.

“Now let’s get you dressed.” he said. “I’ve got a special present for my Nadia downstairs.”

That sounded exciting, but she was wary. She knew that sometimes presents for penitatas were not the kind that anyone would want to receive.

However Nadia was delighted with her present, it was a set of colouring pencils and writing pens, colouring books, and paper. There was nothing Nadia liked better than writing, and she was trying hard whenever she got the chance to regain her skills in writing.

That was her greatest frustration since her rejuve, she had lost the ability in her most therapeutic outlet. Once she could write and spell again she would be able to get back that good feeling. It seemed an awfully hard road ahead, but Nadia could be persistent, and so far she had managed to master simple drawings and the beginnings of letters, and that was with the scant attention that she had been able to give to the subject, now with her own writing set, and with obvious parental approval, she could work much harder on it.

“What do you think of that baby?” Daddy asked her. “Oh Daddy, I love it, fank you. Can I draw you a picture now?” “Yes, I would really like that.”

She began scrawling happily. She was so eager to produce something, she did not take a great deal of care, and within minutes she crossed over to him and proudly held up the paper.

“Tell me about it darling?” he urged her. “That’s me.” she said pointing to a dark topped blob with what was obviously arms hanging onto a red mass, that was meant to be a teeter totter. “And that’s a nasty boy called Norris, having ‘panks.”

It was possible, now she had pointed it out to place the shapes into that of a boy accross a nurses lap. “That’s lovely.” Brent told her. “Draw us some more.”

She had produced another eight or nine pictures before she had to abandon her task to eat her evening meal. Each one had taken her a little longer to do, and each one, was a little more complex. All of them had been representations of what had happened to her during her day, and each time she took them to her parents, and told them all about what it meant to her.

She was beginning to work on her letters when she was called to eat, and she did not want to come. Eating was never high on Nadia’s agenda, but she realised as she was strapped into her baby high chair, that for the first time in a long time, she was actually hungry and she ate her meal with some appetite.

Her Mummy bathed her after supper, and it tickled when she tried to rub away the staining from her colouring pencils off her fingers. Nadia giggled, and that started Mummy on a series of ticking games.

It was then that she remembered how Mummy Solinder would play such games. She wished she could see her, just a photograph would do, because sometimes, especially since her rejuve it was hard to make her young mind conjure up the image of those two most precious people.

First Daddy and Mummy, Mummy Solinder, and Daddy Jeff. Deedeeo noted the change from delighted laughter to sad reverie. This is what happened so often with Nadia, and usually when things were at their happiest.

Before long she was tucked up in bed cuddling the Spanking Susie doll that her Daddy had won for her, (just like Toot’s Daddy had for his daughter), at the May Day Fair. She had called her doll Nadia, and she gently scolded her now as she settled her mind for sleep.

“If you naughty girl, I ‘pank your naughty bottom, see? But you good girl now, so off to sleep with you, and I get you some pencils to draw. Draw me a picture of naughty Norris, and good Nadia OK?”

As she fell asleep she thought she could hear Amy and Toots in her garden. They were bigger girls, so were allowed to stay up later, but she wondered briefly why they were in her garden. She would have liked to cross to the window to look, but that might have meant a spanking, she was not meant to get out of bed once she had been settled for the night. Before she could puzzle over this too much she found herself in a wonderful dream, where her writing skills had completely returned and she was happily producing fiction again.

Downstairs the Booths and the Landis’ had joined their neighbours for a drink while their daughters played in the garden. They were anxious for news of how things had gone with Nadia that day.

Deedeeo explained that Dr. Isher felt sure that the little girl was bottling some trauma that was greatly disturbing her. Why an apparently successful and competent woman had suddenly committed the crime she had, had puzzled the courts. It was because her crime had been so bizarre as well as so potentially damaging that they had decided upon such a young rejuve.

But Nadia was mystifying the authorities, at the time of her rejuve she had made no provision for her possessions, stating that all was to be given to charity.

She had made no requests to contact friends or family, and no one had come to the court or detention centre to see her.

A brief report into her history had revealed that she had returned to earth only recently after many years of extensive travelling. She had no previous criminal convictions, but had received some therapy for depression.

Her therapist had suggested that maybe Nadia should rejuve, but the mere suggestion had caused Nadia to flee to earth at the earliest possible moment.

That was all that was known about her, and really it was not enough.

“So.” Brent explained “Mew, that’s Nadia’s teacher, she reported how she is still not involving in co-operative play, but that apparently is normal, but she is indulging in long and complex parallel and solitary play. We said how she plays with Amy and Toots and that it seems co-operative to us, but we’re not experts.”

“Mew also said that the thing Nadia goes to the most often is the writing and drawing.” Deedeeo added. “I suppose that’s natural with her being a journalist, but what we have to do, is keep her drawing all the time, and see what we can learn from her pictures.”

“The computers both at school and here are going to record her baby talk when she’s playing and thinks she can’t be overheard.” Brent said. “And we’d be grateful if you could make sure your computers monitor her when she’s at your places.”

“We’ll certainly do that.” Arik agreed. He picked up one of the papers Nadia had been working on earlier. “Really aren’t her skills in writing rather beyond what it should be for three?”

“Yes, both Mew and Dr. Isher think that. She does seem to put a lot of effort into trying to regain that skill.” “Well maybe Amy can help her.” Arik offered. “She misses working with the little ones.”

“That would be really good.” Brent agreed. “And I would be grateful if us men could handle her as much as possible. There is no doubt that she prefers women, and she could get phobic about it if we don’t keep ensuring that she gets some attention from men.”

“We’ll all do our best.” Ry promised.