Amy and Toots/Page14

Care and Discipline
Dr. Isher listened to the plethora of recordings of Nadia’s baby talk. She looked through the many drawings and pictures, and was surprised to note the definite formation of letters in some of them.

She frowned and looked up at Deedeeo who was waiting patiently. “Well, it does look as if we have an exceptionally bright little penny here.” she said thoughtfully.

“I think for now we’ll just keep the drawings and recordings going. I can’t say I am beginning to notice a pattern, but sometimes these things take time. I think despite the nano web, that young lady is keeping tabs on her emotions, and she is very careful what she says and does.”

“Why should she be so concerned though doctor?” Deedeeo asked worriedly. “Doesn’t she feel safe with us?” “That is what we must find out. Obviously she does not feel comfortable with confiding in us yet. You see Deedeeo, you must remember, that Nadia must have been in quite a state to commit the crime she did, and as a rational adult she could not cope. How can we expect her to immediately respond in a rational way, now that she has the thoughts and emotions of a tiny child?”

“If only we could find out something about her past, it might help.” Deedeeo mused. “I am certain you are right there.” The doctor agreed. “In some of her baby babble, we have what we think is the word ‘nople’. Now animals of that name do exist, but out on Stranias Seven. Didn’t you say that your neighbours, the Landis’ have folk who are working out near there?”

“Yes, they are working somewhere out there in that group of planets, in fact Mike is outside now, with Amy, she is waiting to see Dr. Stroodbank.”

Dr Isher crossed to the door. “Mike could you spare me a moment?” she asked. “Wait quietly.” he instructed Amy and went through to the doctors surgery.

She gave a bored sigh. She was tired of these visits to the clinic, where they scanned her and sympathetically asked her how she was doing. Did they bother to ask Toots how she was doing?

She gazed along to the toddlers play room. Nadia was in there, playing quietly at the drawing table. The nurse in there seemed unreasonably strict to Amy. She had only been sitting there for ten minutes and already she had overheard three little ones getting a spanking.

At least one of them hadn’t been Nadia. She had overheard Nadia’s Daddy say that he was only giving essential spankings at the moment, and that ‘just because’ punishments were being given by her Mummy.

Amy felt that ‘just because’ spankings were really unfair. They were the type that Toots got most of all.

She knew that Toots was trying very, very hard to be good. But no matter how hard she tried, she still got spanked. Just yesterday Toots had been happily making daisy chains in her garden when she was called in by her Mummy.

Amy waited a few minutes until she felt she would not be spied, and then she had slipped into Toots garden. She heard all that had happened.

Toots was ordered through to the lounge and told to take down her knickers, she had then been told to bend over the arm of chair. She was first given a swift hand spanking, and then a dozen with Emerald’s ‘mother’s little helper’ paddle.

Toots had made no fuss, she simply accepted her punishment, and then went obediently when instructed for half an hour in the corner on that awful punishing corner stool.

That was Toots’ lot, even when she was good. Amy seethed, and fretted about the situation. She was pondering upon it moodily now, when Dr. Stroodbank’s door opened, and he looked out.

“Hello Amy dear.” he said. “Where are you brothers?” “Mike is just talking to Dr. Isher.” she explained. “I see, well we’ll wait for him.”

She sighed, she knew there was no point in arguing, but she still resented that she had to have her guardians there for everything. She felt she was perfectly capable of talking to the doctor by herself.

“As he’s tied up, I’ll see my next patient.” he said consulting his list. He called out a name, and a child from further along the corridor entered the consulting room with his parents.

Amy moodily kicked at her chair. “That’s enough of that young lady.” the receptionist called from where she sat at a desk nearby. Amy tilted her nose, in what could perhaps be construed as a rude face.

The receptionist was accross the room to her within three seconds. “Show me your hands!” she snapped. Insolently Amy waved them before her eyes.

“You can think yourself lucky you’re not a penny, you unruly girl. Or I would take you now, and make sure you couldn’t sit down for a month of Sundays.” “Yes, aren’t I lucky I’m not a penny.” she said sweetly. “Where’s your Mummy and Daddy.” the receptionist asked. “A long way from here.” “Was that your Daddy you came in with?” “No.” “Don’t you be cheeky to me my girl!” “I am simply answering your questions Ma’am.” “Who is in charge of you?” At that moment Dr. Isher’s door opened, all of the adults talking.

“What’s the problem here?” she asked, when she saw the receptionist with a face like thunder. “Who is responsible for this rude minx?” the receptionist demanded. “I am.” Mike replied. “What’s the problem?”

As the receptionist went into indignant details Dr Isher accompanied Deedeeo back to where her daughter was still drawing pictures in the play room.

“That’s a nice picture.” Dr Isher said encouragingly. “Tell us about it.” “That’s Nadia.” the baby said holding up the picture. “And that’s Mummy giving her a bikket.” “What kind of biscuit?” “Chokky bikket.” “Hmm, that looks lovely.”

The doctor ruffled the toddler’s hair, and said to Deedeeo “Make your next appointment, as soon as our receptionist has finished with her complaints.” The receptionist seeing she was needed made her last few acid comments to Mike and returned to her task.

He looked down at his sister and said soberly. “You know what’s going to happen to you when you get in don’t you?” She shook her head. “Well I’ll leave you wondering then.” he said.

Later that evening the three girls were laying on the grass beside the fish pond. Nadia was playing with her spanking Susie doll, unaware that the toy was recording every word she said. She turned it over her knee and administered a good spanking.

“I’m for it this evening.” Amy suddenly announced. “I guess you’ll think it’s a change for me to get it rather than you.” “Seems to me, that you’ve not had an entirely spank free existence since we were rejuved.” Toots responded

“Yes, but each time, I think I’ve deserved it.” “And haven’t you this time?” “I don’t think so. It’s all the fault of that silly cow of a receptionist at the clinic.” “Oh Amy, don’t let them hear you swear or you really will get it.” “Think I care?” “Well you should.” “When are you going to get it next, for no reason whatsoever?” “Amy I keep telling you, it’s not for no reason whatsoever, it’s part of my sentence, and I’m not complaining.” “No you’re too stupid to complain.”

“Not argue!” Nadia suddenly cut in fiercely. “Not argue, stop!” Amy and Toots had noticed before that their little companion always got very distressed if ever they squabbled. “Alright Nadia, we won’t argue.” Toots said lifting the little one up onto her lap. “Pull up your naughty baby’s knickers, she’s had enough spanking for now.” As Nadia went to do this, Amy snatched the doll.

Turning it over her knees she gave a thorough tanning to the reddening plastaflesh. “Why you spank Nadia’s dolly?” Nadia asked. “Because she’s naughty.” Amy replied.

Brent came into the garden at that moment and lifted his little daughter high in the air. “Having a nice game girls?” he asked. They nodded politely. Nadia squealed and held onto her Daddy’s shoulders as he set her to sit there.

She leant forward, and pressed her little nose into his neck. He smelt so good, just like Daddy Jeff. Oh if only he was Daddy Jeff.... “It’s almost time for your dinner darling.” he said. “Are you hungry?”

She wasn’t really, but Nadia knew that it pleased her parents when she tried to eat, so she nodded. “Good girl.” he said. “There’s chokky biscuits for desert.” “I drewed chokky bikkets for Dr Isher.” “You did? What a clever girl!” Nadia was carried off for her meal, and Amy sighed.

“You getting spanked this evening?” she asked. “I never know for sure, but it’s been a while, so I reckon I might.” “There’s a lot of day’s you don’t get spanked isn’t there?” “Yes, an awful lot. It’s not so terrible Amy.” “Brenda Gillis was telling me, she gets it absolutely every day, and often lots of times.” “Maybe she’s naughty.” Amy shrugged. “Maybe.” “I wish you would believe Amy, that although I admit individual punishments are no fun, most of the time, I am happy. I promise.” Amy shrugged again.

Arik then came to call Amy in. “Pay back time.” he said as they entered their home. “Mike and I have decided that it’s not just going to be a simple spanking for you. You have been getting out of line, and we are not going to put up with it.”

She did not ask what was going to happen, figuring she would find out soon enough. “First of all, go next door and ask your Uncle Ry to please lend you Toots’ corner stool.”

She gazed at him for a moment, then with tears rising in her eyes she followed his instruction. She did not go through the back way, somehow she knew she was expected to knock at the front door.

Emerald opened the door. “Hello Amy.” she said. “What can I do for you?” “Arik said to ask Uncle Ry if I could please borrow Toots’ corner stool.” “Oh well your Uncle Ry is in the lounge, you had better ask him.”

Amy went through to the lounge. Toots was now indoors and was sitting at her Daddy’s feet. “Hello Amy.” he greeted her. “Uncle Ry, please may I borrow Toots’ Corner Stool?

“Toots’ corner stool? Yes I think we can spare that for the evening. And why would you want to borrow that?” Amy hang her head as she replied. “I think to punish me.”

“Yes, I would think that is the idea.” he agreed. “Well off you go then, can you manage it OK?” “Yes thank you Uncle Ry.” She lifted the stool and carried it through to the hallway, past the rack where Toot’s punishment equipment was stored and out the front door, and then to her horror she saw that a group of children were passing by.

They called out and laughed, for corner stools were well known among rejuve children, and all pennys had at one or time or another sat upon one, and now she would. She hurried as quickly as she could back to her own home.

“Now.” Arik said. “First of all take that up to your bedroom, and place it in the corner, then come down here. I have something else that needs to be discussed with you.”

“What now.” she thought moodily as she took the stool to her room. She soon found out. As she rejoined him he sat at the computer terminal and played something to her.

Yes, but each time, I think I’ve deserved it.” “And haven’t you this time?” “I don’t think so. It’s all the fault of that silly cow of a receptionist at the clinic.” “Oh Amy, don’t let them hear you swear or you really will get it.” “Think I care?”

The conversation she had with Toots earlier was played back to her. Obviously something had recorded their words, Nadia’s Spanking Susie Doll she supposed, and Brent had sent it accross to condemn her.

“Anything to say?” Arik asked her. “What is there to say?” she asked moodily. “Well I think ‘I am really sorry Arik and I promise to try and be a better girl from now on’, might be a good idea.” he suggested. “You know Amy, we know that you’re not feeling one hundred percent with this virus, but even so, we are not going to tolerate bad behaviour like this. Your punishment will now be even more severe, and it will not be over quickly.”

She looked up at him tearfully, remembering the first time she had been ten years old, and he had been a lofty twenty one year old. She had usually been able to get round him back in those days if she cried a bit. But he hardened his heart and said firmly.

“I’m sorry Amy, it’s essential that you are punished, to go easy on you, is not loving you properly. Mike and I feel sure that if you had been treated a bit stricter last time around, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up in that hovercar accident. The law has sorted out things for Toots, and I’m sure she will think twice before she behaves recklessly again, and we are going to make sure you do the same. So save those tears for later, believe me, you are going to need them. Now first of all, get those knickers off and go and sit on the corner stool. I don’t want to see your pretty little face for an hour. Mike or I will call you for your next punishment when we are ready.”

She went quietly to her room, she had the sense to realise that any delaying tactics would only make things worse. She took off her knickers, and approached the stool, it looked most uncomfortable. Lifting her orange dress out of the way, she gingerly settled herself down.

Oh my, how those little points punished! She wriggled about, and moved her weight, and was seriously considering standing up and hang the consequence when Arik entered.

”Comfortable?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm. She began to sob in earnest, no pretence now in her tears. “Can I get up now?” she begged. “You can get up in a very long time.” he replied. “And now, just so there’s no more wriggling.....” Amy found her feet secured, now she couldn’t even move to shift her weight slightly. She heard the door close and realised she had been left alone. Her bottom became more and more tender as she waited. There was no let up, just a constant slow increase in the discomfort, until she felt she would sell her soul to the devil if only she could stand up.

It seemed an eternity, and really she had no idea how long she was left there, punished and suffering, but finally she heard a sound behind her, and she felt warm hands touch her. She was lifted down, and for a moment she leant against the lean male form, not knowing which of her brothers had released her. She looked up eventually to see Arik’s uncompromising face.

“Now get yourself down to the lounge, where Mike is waiting for you.” he ordered. She obeyed as quickly as she could, but with being restrained in such an uncomfortable position for so long, her legs were a little shaky.

In the lounge Mike was waiting, with that awful paddle that they had bought. “Now you bad girl.” Mike said grimly. “You are going to bend over this chair. I am going to paddle you until I feel you have had enough. And you are going to keep still. Each time you move, you will earn a hard cane stroke from Arik. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mike.” she said tearfully. “Over you go then.” Unhappily she bent over, her still knickerless little rear was revealed for punishment.

WHAP! “Yeeeeooooooowwwwwwwwww!” Amy screamed. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The pain of that hard wood crashing mercilessly down upon her already tortured derrière was too much. She leapt up and clutched at her bottom, tears streaming down her face.

“That’s one cane stroke.” Mike said urbanely. “Please, please.” she begged. “That’s two, because I expect you to immediately get back in position, after being foolish enough to move in the first place.”

She got back into position. WHAP! WHAP! It was too much, again she leapt up, and began to dance about desperately, her hands trying to rub the fire from her suffering nates.

“That’s three.” Amy hurriedly bent over again. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Amy howled out her grief, she had promised in the past that she would be good, but as her brother punished her, she felt quite sure she would never, ever risk such punishment again.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Again she leapt to her feet, her tear drenched face begging for mercy she did not get.

“That’s four.” she was casually informed. It seemed she could not just bend over again and submit to more correction, she stood weeping, her hands at her rear.

“Five.” Mike said, and when she still made no move. “Six.” “Please...” she gasped. “Seven.”

She realized then that she really had no choice but to accept what was happening to her, any resistance at all, would just make it much, much worse. She got back into position.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Amy wept and wept, she was nothing but a very sad, suffering little girl, so sorry now for having been so foolishly naughty.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The last of any resistance was gone from her, she lay limply accepting the agony being administered to her bottom.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “There, I think that might be enough, what do you think?” She could not answer, she lay quietly sobbing.

He helped her to her feet, and cuddled her for a while, then he said. “Now up to bed with you, you can skip supper tonight, because I don’t think you feel that hungry anyway do you? Up to your room, undress, and wait, and Arik will come to give you what you earnt by daring to move.”

She somehow managed to make it to her room, she undressed and slipped on her pink nightie. She just wanted to crawl into bed and cry herself to sleep, but it wasn’t over yet, why, or why had she moved out of position?

Arik entered, he crossed to her wardrobe, reached up and brought down the peach cane, and came over to her. “Seven strokes our brother tells me?” he queried. She nodded mutely, and as he motioned with the cane she lay on her bed and waited.

She did not move as the stinging strokes rained down. She lay pliantly, as each sharp sting added to the already overwhelming torment. She did not respond when it was over, but still lay there, quietly crying.

He pulled the covers over her and said softly. “There, let’s hope that we now see a change in your attitude, because this will happen again if we don’t.”

Sobbing was her only reply, but as she cried herself to sleep, she realised that actually she felt a little better. She did not feel so angry and guilty about Toots predicament. It felt better to know that she too, could be punished so severely.