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Nadia’s Memories
Nadia was dreaming. She was with her Mummy and Daddy. Her real Mummy and Daddy. The sun was shining on all the fair ground rides and she was running ahead with her candy floss and the Teddy Bear that Daddy had won for her.

She reached the ghost train and stopped to ask her Daddy to take her for a ride. Smilingly he lifted her into his arms, and they got into the carriage. Into the dark, long tunnel they hurtled, and the skeleton gave an unearthly cackle.

Then Nadia turned and instead of the smiling face of her kind and loving Daddy, it was the face of her other Daddy, the monster daddy, the daddy who had ruined her life, and Nadia screamed........

“Nadia, Nadia, it’s alright sweetheart.” her Mummy was rocking her back and forth, but not her Mummy Solinder who she had lost so many years ago, but her new Mummy Deedeeo.

A nurse and doctor appeared. Nadia was not calming, her screams were echoing around, and then she felt the hypospray in her arm and the drugged calmness enveloped her a few moments later. She wondered vaguely why they hadn’t used needles for she was a bad and wicked penitatas and needles were meant to always be used for the likes of her.

The doctor was speaking quietly to her Mummy.

“It’s been two days now Deedeeo. I really think there is something deeper going on here. I would like to refer her to the psychiatric team.” “I’ll have to speak to my husband, and of course to corrections.” Deedeeo replied worriedly.

“Well I took the liberty of speaking to corrections myself, and they agree that it would be helpful. Of course consult your husband, is he coming in later?” “Yes, just as soon as he finishes with his work.” “Speak to him then and let us know what you think. I think that Nadia must resume her relationship with her Daddy as soon as possible, and her refusal to acknowledge him, must not be tolerated. After all, she is a penitatas.”

Nadia heard all this obscurely, but her mind drifted away. She remembered her dream. Remembered how it had started out. Daddy, Mummy and her. If only life could have stayed that way. But life, like her nightmare had a tendency to turn so sour, so quickly.

She recalled her Daddy playing ball with her, and teaching her how to make sandcastles. She remembered how he took her into the blue, warm sea, and taught her to swim.

She could feel again his dependable arms holding her, his voice encouraging her, his laughing eyes, and warm kisses upon her little face.

She remembered her Mummy holding her close, teaching her to read, looking at the colourful picture books. She remembered the swing in the back garden, and how her parents would stand together laughing and cheering as they pushed her higher and higher....

There was the day of the carnival when she rode on Daddy’s shoulders as they watched the clowns and animals and floats and parades. She was so tall up there above the world, but so safe.

She remembered the secret way her parents smiled at each other, and how they had disappeared sometimes, giggling and kissing, leaving her in the care of old Jatt who got rejuved and one day and suddenly appeared as a big boy of ten instead of the old man he had been.

She recalled the days sitting by the river, looking at the birds, and the colourful fishes darting in and out of the sparkling green water. Her Daddy’s firm fingers holding her, as he warned her not to go too close, and she remembered the strangely good feeling of the spanking that had followed when she did not obey that dictum.

She was pulled over his knee and her little swimming costume was lowered, and his hand swatted down upon her little upturned rear in a series of stinging slaps that had made her howl.

“If *SMACK!* I *SMACK!* tell*SMACK!* you *SMACK!* not to *SMACK!* go* SMACK!* near the edge *SMACK!* of the bank, *SMACK!* then you *SMACK!* obey me young lady .*SMACK!* *SMACK!* Do you want to fall in? *SMACK!* Your mummy and daddy *SMACK!* love their baby girl *SMACK!* and she will be kept safe *SMACK!* *SMACK!* even if she can’t *SMACK!* *SMACK!* sit down *SMACK!* for a month!” *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

With her bottom stinging he had held her close, and she had sobbed until his shirt front was quite wet, but he had made it so clear that she was his loved and precious baby.

“Oh Daddy, my Daddy...” hot tears flooded Nadia’s cheeks, she became aware again of the nurse. She was turning her over, and placing the thermometer in her anus.

When Nadia was allowed to turn back she looked up and noted he was there again. New Daddy. Daddy Brent.

“Hello little one?” he said laying his hand against her face. His hand felt cool, but she recalled how it could generate an unbearable heat if he felt inclined. “How are you feeling?” she didn’t want to answer him, so turned her face away.

“You’re coming home this evening.” he went on to tell her. She shook her head “no”. She didn’t want to go home. Home meant spankings, and corner time and foul tasting medicine. But then, that was what she deserved wasn’t it? She could have badly hurt someone with that hiop, like she had been so badly hurt, so many times over and over...

Daddy sat on the bed beside her. His eyes were concerned, but he did look a bit cross. She supposed he hadn’t liked her turning away when he spoke to her. Penitatas weren’t supposed to do that.

“Amy and Toots are looking forward to seeing you.” he told her. Nadia’s face registered just a small smile. She liked Amy and Toots, two big girls who played with her and made her happy. She would like to go home and sit by the fountains with them again, or maybe swing on the swing again. That again reminded her of Mummy and Daddy...

Mummy and Daddy First Mummy and Daddy. Mummy Solinder and Daddy Jeff... Nadia’s thoughts drifted away and she did not hear the doctor speak to her parents.

“She’s not deliberately ignoring you, it’s the drug making her woosy. When you get her home will be soon enough to resume spankings for poor attitude. By then the drug would have worn off, and really she does need to get back to her proper routine, although I am glad that you’ve agreed to the counselling. And Brent, I am so pleased that corrections made it clear to you that you acted entirely with integrity. There is no way that you can have known that she was allergic to the formula, and although the spankings you administered were certainly professionally thorough, they were in no way too much for her to take.”

“Sting without damage.” Brent said with a smile. “Exactly.” the doctor agreed. “Now if you come with me, I’ll introduce you to Dr. Isher who is head of our psychiatric team.”



Nadia was laying in her own bed, in her own room again. She felt OK, but a bit strange. She thought back to the last time she had been here. Daddy had taken her temperature because she seemed a bit hot. She had hated the way he turned her over his knee and slipped the thermometer into her small anus. She had wanted to move, but knew that might earn her a smack. Then he had said that she had to take some medicine.

The taste was so dreadful, she almost threw up, but that was not why she spat it out. She spat it out because it kind of burned her mouth. She got spanked of course and given a fresh dose. And then she had been put under the delta inducer to sleep.

Nadia recalled how when she awoke, she thought for a moment that she was back again with.... she did not want to even recall his name. Her legs ached in the same way, and she felt groggy and hot.

Daddy thought that meant she ought to have more of the foul stuff, and as she choked it burned her throat. She felt sick, and achey. But Daddy still spanked her. It had been awful, because then he gave her a bath. In some ways it had felt good, Daddy had soaped her hot body, and had spoke gently, but then the aching and stiffness had made her legs keep jerking. She tried to stop, but Daddy thought she was a bad girl deliberately splashing.

And when he disciplined her for that, he didn’t know that she wasn’t kicking and struggling. He just thought that she was reacting to the hard spanking. But as punishing as it was to lay there and take each hard smack, it faded in comparison to the dreadful aching pain that crept up her arms and legs, and finally the nausea in her stomach rose up into a crashing pain in her chest. Nadia remembered trying to catch her breath, and not being able to do so. The pain in her body was crushing the air out of her...

The door opened and Nadia came back to the present. Daddy came in. He smiled and said “Are you glad to be back home darling?” She looked around, and thought about where she was. It was dreadful being a penitatas. Brent and Deedeeo were only doing there job she knew that, but the thought of years and years ahead, with just spankings, and punishment... Tears fell from her eyes.

“I’ve got some soup here baby.” he said softly. And she was pulled up onto his lap, and he fed her until it was all gone. It tasted good, and it was soothing.

“The doctors think Nadia, that there’s something on your mind, other than all the great changes that you have had to get adjusted to” he said wiping her face with a sweet smelling flannel when she had finished. “Would you like to talk to Mummy and me about anything?”

She thought for a moment. In some ways he was so like Daddy Jeff, but then when he was spanking her when she was ill, when that pain was so dreadful, he had seemed for a moment.... well... just like Daddy Pik. Oh God! she remembered the dream. Was she back again with Daddy Pik? Nadia turned fearfully away.

Brent seeing her sudden distress at being in his arms settled her back into her bed.

“Look what I’ve got here.” he said. “A portable holo. What would you like to watch?”

This was indeed a treat, a holo in a penitatas’ bedroom. She opted to watch Cedric the Warthog. She found his antics very diverting. Mummy come to join them. The three of the sat cuddled up on the bed, but Nadia moved away from Brent and sat closer to Deedeeo. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend she was first Mummy Solinder, her soft arms felt similar, and her gentle way of speaking was similar. Nadia fell asleep, with her head upon her Mummy’s breast, and she went back to her dreams of that happier time from so long ago.