Amy and Toots/Page8

First Day at School
“Up you get Toots. School this morning.” Emerald said brightly. Toots had been lying awake for a while, waiting for permission to get up. She wondered if her day was to start with a spanking. She hadn’t had one since the day of her injections.

Twice after they got home from the clinic, her Mummy ordered her over her knee and had soundly slapped the sore and reddened buttocks. It was to further help with the absorption of the drugs, but it had certainly made Toots howl.

She got out of bed and stood waiting for the next instruction. “Go and wash and then I’ll help you dress this morning.”

Emerald took the nightie off her, and Toots ran to the bathroom naked. Her parents took not the slightest notice of her at such times, but she still felt horribly embarrassed.

When she rejoined her mother she noted that her new school uniform was waiting ready.

First the blue school knickers. “There are also all level pain-ties in these school knicks design.” Mummy said conversationally. “I have bought you a pair of each.”

Next came the white vest, then the white blouse and finally the blue tunic, and Toots saw that it was in fact a punishment dress.

“All the penitatas’ uniforms are this way.” Mummy explained. “It’s helpful in a way, because when your teacher spanks you, you will often have to keep your bottom bare so the others can see. It stops you having you hold your dress up.”

Toots said nothing. “Now Daddy is waiting for us.”

“All ready for school?” Ry asked as she took her seat at the breakfast table. “Yes Daddy.” “I’m sure you’ll have some fun. Mummy will walk with you today, but maybe sometimes you and Amy can walk together by yourselves.” “That will be really good.” “Don’t worry about it too much sweetheart. I know your main teacher, Mr. Jones and he is very good.”

A man, Toots’ teacher was a man. She had hoped it might be a lady, as she knew that as a penitatas she had no hope of avoiding spankings, and although she had just about got used to her new Daddy, she did find accepting such punishments from men just that bit harder, especially when it was on the bare.

Amy was to be in the same class and soon the two girls were setting off. Toots had wondered if she would have to wear the dreaded child restraints that Mummy had made her wear on that first shopping trip, but since that time they had stayed on their hook in the lobby.

However she made Toots hold her hand as they walked along, and Arik who was taking Amy held hers.

“Isn’t Nadia starting nursery today?” Amy asked. “She was meant to be, but she’s not feeling too good.” Emerald replied. “What’s wrong?” Arik asked. “Oh probably nothing. Just slightly off colour.”

Emerald and Arik went to the office to sort out admin details while the girls sat in the corridor. The school was entirely for rejuves, and any pupils who walked by cast curious glances at them. Were they voluntarus or medicalos, or best of all penitatas? It was fun to see penitatas get spanked. They tried to see the back of their hands. Toots in particular tried to hide hers, although she wondered why she bothered, it would be known that she was a penitatas soon enough.

Finally the girls were taken to their classroom. The children working there all politely rose to their feet in respect as Arik and Emerald entered. The teacher, dark haired and bearded smiled welcome.

“Hello, you must be my two new pupils. Welcome to year six. You’ll soon get used to all the rules. Come on in.”

Diffidently the girls entered. Arik and Emerald said their farewells and the children took their seats close to the front of the class.

“Now.” Mr Jones smiled. “I think we’ll have a general introduction. I would like everyone to stand up and tell us a little about themselves. I will go first.

My name is Dave Jones and I have been teaching year six for the last nine years. Field Hill is entirely a rejuve school. I am fare, but very strict, and I care not if you are a penitatas, voluntaras, medicalos, or even an innocentatas, if you misbehave you will have your bottom well warmed. All you need do is try your hardest and behave and we will get alone fine. However, those of you who are penitatas have the special punishments that are part of your sentence. Some of the children here can vouch for that.”

Toots noted some of the children nod ruefully.

“Obviously I am not the only teacher to teach you, and others I assure you are all as strict as me. However, all the staff here are committed to helping all of you reach your full potential, and you will leave Field Hill with a wealth of knowledge that you can take with you into your future lives. Now, for the benefit of our two new members, begin your introductions, beginning at the back working left to right...”

A dark haired boy stood up.

“Hello, I am Rory McClean. I am a voluntaras. The old knees got a bit achey. I was a doctor, and I hope to be again sometime.”

Next to him another dark haired boy with a cleft in his chin.

“I am Derek Combs. Voluntaras. I just got too old. I used to work in social work. I’m keeping my options open this time around.”

A tall brown haired lad arose next.

“I complete this terrible trio.” he said with a smile. “I am Mason Foulds. Medicalos. I was a footballer, but injured my spine, hence the rejuve. I will play soccer again, and be even better than before.”

“That’s the spirit.!” Mr Jones said approvingly. He turned his gaze to the two little girls who were sitting close together.

“I am Susie Hope. I am a penitatas, in my first cycle of three times six to eleven. I got it for embezzlement. I did work in finance, but this time I want to go into teaching.”

The girl next to her arose

“I am Erica Powel.” she did a little twirl as she spoke and pulled her blonde hair through her fingers and continued. “I used to be Eric, but I was so miserable all the time, I rejuved as a girl, and now I just feel wonderful! I am going to be a wife and mother and get the handsomest husband in the world! Also I think....”

“Thank you Erica.” Mr Jones said ruefully. “You’ll have lots of time to tell our new friends all your aspirations and opinions.” He turned to the next child “Colin.” he urged.

The fair headed boy arose. “My name is Colin Harris. I am a penitatas, but I shouldn’t be!”

Mr Jones sighed. “You know admitting your crime is part of your rehabilitation Colin.” Mr Jones said patiently.

“I know, but I am not going to admit to something I didn’t do. no matter what you do to me.”

“What did you do?” Toots asked curiously. “They say I stole some woman’s jewellery and sexually harassed her. I nearly got y repression too, but thank goodness I managed to avoid that! I am in my first cycle of five times eight to eleven.”

He sat down heavily. “You know I have to send you to Mrs Ferrier at play time?” Mr. Jones said. Colin shrugged.

The boy next to him stood up. “I am Derin Holmes. I got two times six to eleven for theft. I am in my second cycle, and now thank goodness I am a soft timer.”

“I am Brenda Gillis.” a girl sitting alone arose. “I am in my second term of four times five to eleven. My crime was vandalism and misuse of alcohol.”

The last boy arose “I am Rochester Hindwood. Medicalos. I got hurt in a road accident. I was a musician.”

Amy turned her head. Rochester! She remembered him! He had sometimes played music with her brothers, and he had been injured in a hovercar accident last Christmas. As she gazed at him, he winked. Obviously he knew her too.

“Amy.” Mr Jones said. “Your turn.”

“Oh Sorry! I am Amy Landis. I got hurt in a road accident too. I used to be a nursery nurse, and hope I can be again.”

Finally it was Toots’ turn, she arose and said “My name is Toots Booth. I am a penitatas. My sentence is five years age ten to fifteen as a hard timer. Five years aged fifteen to twenty one as a soft timer, then I will be completed. My crime was to be responsible for the accident that hurt Amy.”

“That is a very mild sentence Toots for such a serious crime.” Mr. Jones remarked. “Still we must trust the courts to know what they are doing.”

There came a snort from Colin. “That’s a spanking right now from me Colin.” Mr Jones told him.

“Now Toots after I have dealt with Colin you can come here for the welcome spanking that we always greet new penitatas with. And I am afraid you will be getting extra strokes, because you spoke to Colin out of turn. I am very strict about that with penitatas.” “Yes Sir.” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“OK Colin.” Mr Jones said with a sigh. “Come out here.” Colin marched up to his desk and accepted the hand spanking without even a yell, even though his teacher tanned his trousered bottom quite hard. He did yell out once or twice when his trousers were removed for a dozen licks with a ruler upon his underpants.

“To the corner with you.” Mr Jones said. “I would have thought you were heartily sick of that corner by now. Now Toots, up you come dear.”

With her face flaming Toots approached her teachers desk. She knew that soon the whole class would be looking at her red, stinging, bare bottom, but she figured that she had better get used to it, because it was going to happen a lot of times over the next few years.

“Over my knee.” Mr Jones said not unkindly. She complied and gritted her teeth as the spanking began. A dozen times his hand came slapping down upon her blue tunic. She was beginning to wriggle and squeak a bit before he lifted it to reveal her blue school knickers. He picked up the ruler and like with Colin she received a dozen sharp licks. That had her crying freely. When her knickers were lowered revealing for all the children to see her punished rear, it was already glowing red. He picked up a formidable looking paddle, and his arm tightened around her waist. He knew how much this implement stung.

As it crashed down upon her little nates she gave a scream and would have bucked up of off her teachers lap, but his strong arm held her steady. “This is what happens to naughty girls, who are careless when they are driving.” he told her. “And you will get five extra strokes because you spoke without permission during our introductions. Naughty girls must learn when they are allowed to speak, and when they will keep quiet.”

Ten times the stinging paddle punished her, then totally without dignity, tears streaming down her face, she was allowed to stand. Her hands shot to her rear, but just in time she remembered that rubbing was usually frowned upon and would likely earn her more.

“There’s a sensible girl.” he said. He carefully buttoned the punishment tunic up so her bare bottom was revealed for the edification of the class. With her knickers still about her knees he manoeuvred her over to the corner and then turned to the class.

“Observe well what happens to penitatas on their first day at school” he said solemnly. “And what will happen again and again, and especially so if they are ever the slightest bit naughty. Is there something wrong Amy?”

Amy had not liked seeing her friend so punished. She had not been naughty, she had been good and polite, and yet because she was a penitatas, she had to be spanked so hard, so humiliatingly, and so often.

“It’s not fair Sir!” she blurted out. “Toots is a good person. She...” “Amy I don’t think it’s your place to comment on this.” Mr Jones told her sternly. “Well I think.....”

But she got no further for at that moment there came a commotion at the back of the class, and Rochester gave a yell.

“Oh sorry Sir, I dropped my reader on my finger! Wow! It sure hurts.” Mr Jones gave him a look. Perhaps he realized that he was trying to get Amy out of hot water. He made no comment, but said

“Alright class, lets get on with some reading then shall we?”

Toots and Colin were allowed out of the corner after fifteen minutes and they joined in the reading lesson. Then Mr. Jones set Amy and Toots a different task to the others. He asked them to write about what they hoped to gain out of the experience of their recent rejuve.

At play time all the children were given a glass of milk, and the penitatas lined up to go to ethical and moral class. The others were allowed to go and play in the gardens.

Amy stood alone wishing Toots could be with her. “You came close with old Jonesy.” she looked up to see Rochester beside her. “He’s quite fair, but he won’t tolerate cheek.”

“Thank you for providing the distraction. It’s nice to see you Rochester, I was really sad when I heard about your accident, and now it’s gone and happened to me too.”

“It’s not so bad when you get used to it.” “Well we have no choice but to get used to it do we? It’s Toots I feel so sorry for. It must be so awful.”

“Well don’t brood on it.” he advised her. “Look at Erica, she’s got the dressing up box out again. She just loves it, come on let’s go over and see what she’s going to put on.”

Amy was aware that probably he would rather kick a ball about with the other boys than what he would join the girls with dressing up, but he wanted to make sure Amy was alright, and she was grateful.

The rest of the day passed quite predictably. Colin had to visit the head teacher Mrs Ferrier for a sound bottom warming. He emerged from her office red eyed, and weeping but still with a touch of defiance.

After reading there was maths. Then lunch, and Amy was pleased that she did not have to sit separately from Toots. After lunch all the children, even penitatas were permitted to play for a while. Then it was sewing and craft work. This would help them regain the small motor skills that had been affected by the rejuve.

After that Mr Jones read to them from J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings.” It was a book both girls were familiar with, and they listened sitting on the floor at Mr Jones feet. Toots knelt on the side trying to ignore her still sore bottom.

As she had earned extra strokes for talking out of place she rather feared that there would be another spanking waiting for her at home. Finally school was over, as the children all filed out Mr Jones called his two new pupils up to his desk.

“Well done both of you today.” he said with a smile. “I think you’re both going to be an asset to year six. Keep trying your very best for me. I’ve had a look at the work you began for your writing practice, about what you hope to achieve from this rejuve. I want you to take it home and work on it every evening this week.”

“Yes Sir.” they both said politely. He patted Toots shoulder and said “Now is your Mummy here yet?”

But it was not Emerald who came to collect Toots. It was Arik. He spoke briefly to Mr Jones then approached the girls.

“I’m taking you home this evening Toots.” he explained. “Your auntie Deedeeo has had to go to the hospital with Nadia, and your Mummy has gone with her.”

“Hospital, Nadia? what’s wrong with her?” Toots asked anxiously. “We’re not sure. She is quite sick though, and Deedeeo had to call for an ambulance. Come on I want us to get back home, because your Daddy and Brent are on their way back and we may be able to help in some way.”

The girls hurried along beside Arik. Poor little Nadia, what could have happened?