Natty Stories/Page3

Getting to Know You
As I woke up, I was confused. I couldn't remember where I was. Everything was so big, and it all looked strange. Then I remembered. I'm a bad Penny now. And with that, my bottom twinged, reminding me of last night. I wriggled back under the covers, too terrified to move, and gave myself up to a good cry.

I'm helpless. I'm going to be tortured. Every day. For a long time. Right now fifty years seems like forever. Oh, Danielle. You were worth it! You were! But why did I have to get caught? Right now I just want to join you in death. I'm sure God will forgive me if no one else can.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" The cheerful voice breaks into my self-pity kick. The covers are thrown back and I see Mommy looking at me. But her face changes from cheerful to dismayed. "Oh, Natty!" I am puzzled…until I feel the dampness around me and realize, for the first time, that I have wet the bed.

I cannot look at her, expecting a good scolding, if not a spanking. When Mommy picks me up, I do not resist, but instead of being placed across her knees, she set me on my feet and whisked my nightgown off. Then I feel a washcloth cleaning me off. Of course, she wouldn't want to spank me until I'm clean.

But even after I am clean, Mommy doesn't spank me, but gets out clothes. "We have to go shopping for clothes today, dear. We'd better get some diapers, too. I forgot about that. I'm sorry, dear."

"You're not mad, Mommy?"

"No, of course not! Most rejuves have trouble with bed-wetting. They're not used to the small bladder. Now come downstairs. I'm sure you're hungry."

Actually, I am. I didn't get dinner last night.

"Now hold onto the banister, dear. A little girl has to be careful on stairs."

Thank you for your concern, oh torturer.

Breakfast is surprisingly good, though I don't like eggs. But the pancakes were marvelous, even if Mommy did cut them for me. I asked for a second helping, but Mommy said no.

"Daddy's at work, Natty," she said while scrubbing syrup off of my face. "He's an architect, and I design computer games. We each work three days a week."

Mommy put me into a little coat and informed me we would be spending the day at the mall. "Now if you're good, I'll get those texts you want and you'll only get handspanked today," she warned. "If not, I'll be trying out my Helper Paddle on your behind."

"What do I need to do, Mommy?" I asked. All very well to ask for perfect behavior and then punish the kid for something she didn't know was wrong.

"Be quiet and stay close to me, don't interrupt or tell me what to do, don't raise your voice, no running and do as you're told."

Tall order.

When we got to the mall, I saw a little boy kicking over his mommy's knees as a paddle turned his little hams bright red. Shivering, I vowed to be perfect.

At the children's clothing store, Mommy pulled dress after dress out of the racks and held them up against me. I felt an urge to squirm, but disciplined myself to stand straight and tall. Every dress seemed fine to me, though I'd rather have pants, thank you very much, but Mommy kept rejecting them for the most trivial of reasons. She selected only the most babyish and cute of outfits.

I was bored and my feet were starting to hurt. I felt sure she'd push me until I did something bad, and then spank the living daylights out of me.

"Mommy?" I whispered. "Can we get some pants too, please?"

"A few, dear. I like my daughter to look like a little lady."

I've never cared much about my appearance. I want to scream with frustration. But I know better. Shifting from foot to foot, I fix my thoughts on biochemistry. The nucleic bonds in a normal cell are different in Danielle's cells because…

"Natty!" exclaims Mommy. "I told you to come along!" I come back to Earth with a bump as Mommy drags me towards a chair.

"No! I didn't hear you! Pleeze!" I beg, frantic at this unexpected spanking.

"Well, maybe a good spanking will help you pay attention to me!"

I am whisked over her knees so fast it makes me dizzy and my skirt is rucked up. Then Mommy is spanking me so fast I howl right away. SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK! "OWIE! I SORRY!" SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK! And she pulls my panties down. She's spanking me right out in front of everybody, on my BARE BOTTOM! Oh, no! SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK!

Then I feel something tapping my behind. I look back and realize Mommy's pulled out her paddle! "NOPLEEZESORREEE!" WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP WHAPWHAP! "LEARNDMYLESSUNPLEEZEMOMMY!" WHAPWHAPWHAP WHAPWHAP! It hurts so much! It burns!

And then it's over, and Mommy sets me on my feet. I feel an instinctive primeval urge to rub, and rub I do with all my might, bawling my head off. Then Mommy grabs my hands. "No rubbing!" she snaps, pulling me over to an oh-so-convenient corner.

"Now stay there till I come for you! And maybe then I'll be able to get some shopping done!" Mommy flounces off, leaving me terribly embarrassed. EVERYBODY can see my bare bottom and EVERYBODY knows I was a bad girl! And it's been so long since I've stood in a corner. Well, at least I can think about biochemistry in peace.

Suddenly, I am picked up and put over Mommy's shoulder. At least, I assume it's Mommy's. I can't see a thing. And we march out of the mall. Everyone can still see my bottom, of course. But I know better than to protest.

Buckled into a hovercar, I suddenly realize it's not Mommy's car. "Hey, who are…" but I feel the sting of a hypospray and suddenly can't keep my eyes open.