chapter three

"A Special Punishment Day Easter"

(MF/f nc edgy)

** This story contains very hard spankings; reader discretion advised. **

Weeks slowly turned into months for Gracie. There were spankings abound for the poor KP, but nothing out of the ordinary. Sure she still got into mischief, like that one Saturday morning when she got up early to watch Boswell Bunny, but overall she was a good kid.

Right now, however, she was tossing and turning in bed despite the Delta Inducer turned on the night before specifically to let her sleep, since she would need that rest badly. For today was her third Special Punishment Day – Easter – since becoming a penny.

She’d been extremely lucky to have only one S.P.D. to begin with, and Easter, none less, where a penny could at least try and reduce the amount of licks he or she would be given that day. The traditional egg-hunt was hold among Penitata kids, but the eggs contained chips that would either lower or increase a penny’s base count for the rest of the day. A couple rare eggs doubled or tripled the number of swats, though! Gracie was skilled at egg-hunting… but even so, it was still meant to be a very trying day.

Gracie started as she felt her aunt’s hand on her shoulder, right after turning off the inducer. She sat up in bed and hugged her knees to her chest.

“M-mornin’, Aun’ Sally,” she said nervously. “H-how bad is it…?”

Just then Uncle Liam came in too. Each parent was supposed to give her half of her first swats each. Aunt Sally showed Gracie the optical chip in her hand with a long message from the Department of Corrections. The number “30” was written in big, bold, flashing red letters, with the moving picture of a young girl’s bright red behind in the background.

“Thirty is your base count for this year, Gracie,” said the woman, and Uncle Liam nodded solemnly from where he stood.

Gracie gulped audibly. “I… I can’t take that much… ‘specially the last one…” she whimpered.

Her hands started fiddling with the soft yellow cotton of her nightgown with imprinted Boswell Bunny cartoon figures… with him sporting a red behind. She knew most hard-timers her age would get a much higher base count, but it still was hard to imagine having to take this one.

“Oh nonsense, dear,” said Uncle Liam. “You can and you will take it. Plus, you’re quite the egg-finder…” he chuckled.

Aunt Sally nodded too, but she was far less sympathetic. “I’m sorry, Gracie Mae, but this is the law and there’s no backing out. If you’ll please take off your nightie and get over my lap, we can get your spankings for the day started…” Here she patted her thighs for emphasis.

Gracie whimpered but did what she was told as quickly as she possibly could. Of course, this wasn’t quite as fast as her aunt would have probably liked, but it was only due to her trembling hands that the child had trouble getting her knee-length nightgown up and off, leaving her as naked as the day she was born as a Kindern – with the exception of lilac ankle-socks.

Gracie trotted over to her aunt and with a sigh lifted herself up and over the woman’s lap. Normally thirty hand-spanks wouldn’t be anything to be nervous about; but when they were full-force, special-punishment-day strength, even those were enough to make a penny know they would be smarting, especially when delivered by someone who had been spanking the naughty bottoms of penny and non-penny children almost as long as Gracie had been biologically alive.

Sure enough, Aunt Sally effectively pinned down the little girl over her lap and raised her thin but strong hand well behind her head. Down it came in a swift arc, and it flattened Gracie’s small buttocks with a loud SPLATT!! that made the little girl screech! That was almost as bad as when Aunt Sally used the plastic hairbrush! She had forgotten just how bad these could be when applied full-force. Still, she kept as still as possible, knowing there were many more to come, and not wanting to tick off her aunt any further!

Not that it would change anything. Angry or calm, Aunt Sally would deliver the first of Gracie’s four Easter spankings (plus any more she’d earn…) exactly the same way: rhythmically and as hard as she could. The second smack was no lighter than the first. The third was, if anything, even harder. The woman always smacked the exact center of Gracie Mae’s bottom, soon making both cheeks red from one side to the other and in-between.

“Oooooww! Aun’ Salleeee!” the kid protested, tears forming half because she was in pain, and half because she knew it was going to be a whole lot worse.

Her bottom already stung as much as it would for a regular warm-up, but Aunt Sally just spanked on in silence, holding the child down when she’d move about a little – never actually struggling, of course – and imprinting a very sound lesson across her small cheeks.

Eventually she reached the count of twelve. The final three spanks landed on both of Gracie’s ‘virgin’ sit-spots so hard the young girl’s body was actually pushed an inch forward and she wailed loudly, probably for anyone outside to hear.

“AHHHOOOWWW! Noooooo! Puh-puhleeeeeassse!” she sobbed.

But even as she begged, she knew she still had the other half to go through with her uncle, and knowing that he could hit even harder than her aunt. It was a matter of physics, really. Her aunt was a mean spanker, alright, but just size and strength alone gave her uncle a little extra edge. Gracie had had two Easters and hundreds other spankings in those three years to prove that little theory of hers, and right now she was about to get yet another demonstration.

Uncle Liam sat beside his wife so that Gracie’s head rested on his lap. Then the child’s sobbing, naked form was literally passed on horizontally until it lay across the man’s broad thighs. Without a second’s pause his hand crashed down hard across her right thigh… SMACK!!

Gracie shrieked at the sudden pain blasting through the back of her leg. “Oooowwiiieee! Noooo…. no’ so harrrrrd…”

She carefully kept her little hands in check, even though the rules clearly stated that on this day, unless your penny was truly willful, they weren’t required to maintain position until the last – and worst – spanking. Knowing Uncle Liam, though, he would have made the final hand-spanks even harder had Gracie not stayed put, so it was a good thing for her that she did.

Soon her other thigh sported a bright red area matching the right one, and that’s where the man kept raining the following six blows down, until the kid’s thighs and sit-spots were so hot you could cook eggs on them… and not Easter eggs, either.

“Oooowwwwwww!”

It always amazed Gracie how quickly and how much it hurt when the swats were applied so hard to such tender areas. Her thighs and sit spots were already throbbing. Usually it took the brush or a lengthy session with the “Aunty’s” Helper Paddle to get it like this. The poor child couldn’t help but squirm, not in an attempt to cover up or get away, but rather just doing what any little girl in her position would: kicking her legs and squealing mightily.

Not much could be done about the squealing, but soon Aunt Sally had trapped poor Gracie’s ankles in a vice-like grip and even spread them a couple of inches so Liam’s fingers could get to the girl’s inner thighs – which they did, and repeatedly, until the mark of twelve swats was once again hit and Gracie was nearly screaming, panting hard from the exertion.

“I’m about to finish your first Easter spanking, Gracie Mae. Is there anything you wish to say?” her uncle asked.

“I’m sorrrrrreeeeeeeee! I was baaaaaaaaad… PLEEEEEASE!” she sobbed, knowing the last three were going to be real humdingers.

And they were, for Uncle Liam put every ounce of strength beyond those, literally crushing Gracie’s little bottom cheeks with each and leaving a very bright red hue.

SSMMAACCKK!!! SSMMAACCKK!!! SSMMAACCKK!!!

“OOOwwwwwwww!!!!!” Gracie howled, then just broke down into hearty sobs.

How was she supposed to get through a whole day of punishments like this? And the rest with instruments? The fiery burn that she felt right now was bad enough! And before she even did the egg hunt she’d have to sit through a church service on hard wooden pews, kept that way in certain parts of the church just for naughty pennies. Other families had nice padded seats, but not those of judicially-rejuved children.

Uncle Liam gave his niece a few seconds to catch her breath, but much sooner than Gracie would have wanted she was lifted back on her feet and propelled to the closet by Aunt Sally with a swat to her very sore behind that made her howl all over again.

The woman picked a very cute flowered outfit from the closet and plain white cotton panties. She stood the child in front of her and the mirror as she slipped on the snug underwear, which made Gracie wince considerably, and then the dress over her head.

“You look positively adorable!” she praised.

“Ready for church?” Uncle Liam asked jovially as though all this were normal.

Gracie nodded glumly. Normally she liked church, even if as a penny there were usually some things that weren’t as fun. She wasn’t allowed to go up for the children’s sermons, for instance, and had to treat Sunday school like regular school. But she really was spiritual underneath it all, and appreciated her aunt and uncle’s choice of churches.

First Panglish Lutheran Church was one of the few that didn’t actually demean or condemn pennies, at least, and didn’t treat them like they were going to hell until they had served their time. Plus, after attending services she had slowly become a bit of a Lutheran herself… and it had helped the young penny adjust to her new lifestyle.

Still, today would not be the usual thing, so she glumly answered, “Yes, Uncle Liam.” Truth be known, she wasn’t looking forward to it; the sooner church was over, the sooner the egg hunt began, and the sooner her next spanking, this time with the hairbrush, began.

The service went by much too fast for Gracie’s taste, and also, it went by much too slow. At times she could make herself be interested in Pastor Bekah’s sermon – which, ironically enough, had to be on the value of Easter as a time of spiritual rebirth… which made the girl squirm even more on her hard seat – but mostly her mind would remain focused on the upcoming egg hunt.

At the end of the hour-long service everyone filed out of the building and a few families of penny children could be seen heading to the Madison Memorial Park where the yearly Easter Egg Hunt was held.

Soon all the pennies of Futura City were lined up at the edge of the green park. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and if no one knew just how important this hunt was, they would think it was a sweet picture. But there was nothing sweet about it to these pennies. This was do or die.

The kids waited anxiously, clutching their baskets, trying to spot the eggs already as they waited for the call to start finding. Finally the official blew the foghorn and they were off.

Gracie had always been good at finding the small, sealed, plastic eggs in the foliage. She didn’t see why some people had trouble realizing that orange doesn’t belong in a bed of purple violets!

A half hour later the foghorn sounded again, and all the pennies had to stop immediately, bringing their basket back to the judges. Gracie had actually been quite close to a judge’s station when the sound came, and by that time she had found a total of eleven of the precious eggs. Eagerly she got into the first line, with only three children before her. Looking around she saw that many had been hardly as lucky as she had been… as usual.

She waited biting her lower lip, until finally it was her turn. She handed her basket to the official nervously, awaiting the pronouncement of what each egg held. The official picked the eggs at random from the basket and opened them. All pennies and all parents around watched, at least, those that weren’t already engaging in spanking activity of some sort. Gracie’s attention was averted from her basket for a second as she watched Peggy Sue Spencer’s pink panties come down to reveal her twelve-year-old’s already raw red backside, then the first number was announced…

“Minus two!”

Gracie Mae grinned, but soon it was time for the second…

“Minus three!”

Gracie clapped her hands in joy, but her enthusiasm was soon curbed by the “Plus one!” and even “Plus four!” she received. And she was back to thirty swats.

Just as she gulped and thought this might not be lucky for her, though, a series of negative numbers came out of the eggs… two “Minus one!” calls, one “Minus two!”, one “Minus three!”, and even another “Minus four!”

With only one egg to go, Gracie’s base count was down to nineteen smacks and the little girl was grinning like someone who’d just won a lottery. The official unscrewed and opened the final egg, and he raised an eyebrow. Gracie waited impatiently to see if her count would be lowered to eighteen or even more…

… but the man called out: “Double!” and everyone went silent.

Gracie’s jaw dropped. No… it… couldn’t be… Her hands reached back to her bottom as she began sobbing. “Are you… are you sure?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The official gave a curt nod. “Yes, kiddo,” he said, and not too sympathetically, either. “This brings your total up to… thirty-eight swats. Here is your print out for your Mommy and Daddy,” he said, not knowing that Gracie lived with her aunt and uncle.

So it was with a trembling hand that Gracie walked back to Liam and Sally, sobbing all the while. Unable to even speak, she just handed the printout to her aunt.

Both Uncle Liam and Aunt Sally were surprised to say the least, and even more so when they read the sequence of Gracie’s egg-findings. Of course it could have been much worse for the girl: had the count of 30 been doubled with the first egg – thus making it 60 – the remaining eggs would have brought that down to a whopping 49. Not that 38 was much better, but still, both adults were sure that come evening Gracie would be immensely grateful for those eleven swats less.

“Well, this is some bad luck, kid,” said Aunt Sally as she produced the formidable, red maple-wood hairbrush out of her purse.

She sat on a lawn chair and propelled the young girl right across her knees. Gracie started to cry already as her dress was raised, her white panties lowered all the way down to her ankles, and the first super-hard smack impacted her tender buttocks right in front of everyone. CRACK!!!

Gracie wailed with just that first smack. “Nooooo! Aun’ Salleeee!”

The woman made sure she spanked every square inch of her niece’s bottom a deep shade of crimson. That the hairbrush covered pretty much all of the small cheeks sure did help, but Gracie’s sit-spots and thighs received a lot of attention too.

By the time Aunt Sally had reached twelve swats Gracie was screaming and crying hard, struggling slightly, her little legs pumping against the awful burning.

“OOOOWWW! NOOO!!!! Puh-puhleeeease!”

She was sobbing so hard it was hard to even get the words out, and so were several other boys and girls, upended across their mothers’ (or female guardians’ anyway) laps getting their bare little hineys turned a bright red. But everyone could see how Aunt Sally’s style was particularly effective. She’d snap her wrist with every smack, making the brush dig cruelly into Gracie Mae’s tender flesh, with resulting howls of pain from the kid.

Soon the halfway mark of nineteen was reached and the girl was allowed a brief rest. Her backside already sported several small bruises and the nine-year-old lay across her aunt’s lap bawling. She knew it wasn’t over, but it hurt so badly! Her Punishment Days weren’t supposed to be so bad! Not at all! Why had she been given the one that was so based off of chance? Now it seemed unfair!

She sobbed, wishing someone would comfort her, but knowing that comfort really wasn’t meant to be given during this day of the year for her. And unfortunately for her it was only going to get worse. Aunt Sally didn’t increase the strength of the smacks, but on top of what she’d already given the child, they seemed harder and harder to Gracie.

SMACK!!! CRACK!!! WHACK!!! The hairbrush continued its dance, focusing thrice on one cheek, then once on the other, then twice to one sit-spot and the same to the left thigh. Its head searched the most excruciatingly painful spots, from the inner thighs to the flesh surrounding Gracie’s anus, and by the time the count reached thirty Gracie Mae was just one mass of pain.

“Owwwwwww!! N’morrrrrre!!!” she screamed as she tried vainly to get up.

Of course she couldn’t, but the assault to such tender areas was just driving her out of her mind. Everything stung and throbbed. She felt she would never sit or even go to the bathroom again… and the day was not even halfway through!

Aunt Sally held her down forcefully as Gracie tried to struggle free of her grasp, clutching her waist with her strong arm. The hairbrush descended mightily again and again, imparting more pain to its ‘young’ recipient.

Soon the full count of thirty-eight was reached, and the official that was witnessing the punishment for the Department of Corrections nodded her head in approval and registered the event on the slim, hand-held notebook computer PADDLE (Personal Acquisition Data Device: Luxury Edition).

Aunt Sally nodded too and released the child, but Gracie just lay there sobbing brokenly over her aunt’s lap. She was simply in too much pain to do much else, so Liam eventually just picked her up off his wife’s thighs and pulled up her white panties, increasing the child’s wails as the tight material chafed her throbbing bottom.

He gently steered her over to the picnic tables where the food was spread out. Gracie Mae had no choice but to plant her aching bottom on the hard wooden bench in front of the table. She was far from being hungry, even though she’d had no time for breakfast that morning. But she knew that it was customary for pennies to go without dinner on Easter, and she also knew she could be punished for not finishing what was put in front of her, so she ate her hotdog as quickly as possible so that she would be allowed to get down off that awful wood. She still cried throughout, of course.

By two in the afternoon all families had left the park and had taken their penny children home. Some would be getting their paddlings right away, others would be allowed to rest before. Gracie Mae was thankful to be among the latter, even though that meant a longer dreadful anticipation. Aunt Sally and Uncle Liam didn’t turn on her Delta inducer either, so the child was left to ‘rest’ and contemplate for a full hour and a half, lying on her stomach with her hands in her panties rubbing her awfully throbbing bottom before the adults walked in her room again.

When they did, Aunt Sally immediately went for the large, heavy paddle that was used for some of the most serious spankings and that was constantly hung in the girl’s bedroom. Gracie quivered upon seeing her go for that, even though she was well aware it was coming, and sobbed heartily.

“P-pleeeeasse…” she begged, tears streaming down her pretty face. “They don’ gotta know ya didn’ give it to meeeee…” she begged, referring to Corrections. She knew it would never fly, but a girl can try, can’t she?

“I’m sorry, Gracie,” said Aunt Sally as she brought the paddle back to the bed.

“You know better than to even ask,” said Uncle Liam as he stacked all of Gracie’s pillows at the end of the bed. Then he motioned the girl up and pointed at the pillows as Aunt Sally approached.

Gracie’s bottom already aching, and the child quivering beyond belief, she finally rose on shaky legs, her lacy white-socked feet slowing mincing their way over to the end of the bed at if she were going to her execution. Which wasn’t too far from the truth, after all. It sure was her bottom’s.

With a last, pleading glance at her aunt and uncle, whose gaze remained firm, Gracie slowly let herself up and over the pillows. Aunt Sally immediately raised her dress and lowered her panties to reveal a bright red, slightly bruised behind that was still to undergo a paddling and a caning.

Uncle Liam knew that he had freedom to apply whatever restriction he deemed necessary to Gracie to help her stay in position during this part of the punishment, so he produced a pair of aqua blue-furred KidKuffs™ and locked the girl’s slender wrists in them. Gracie didn’t know whether to be upset that she would lack control or thankful that she didn’t have to struggle to keep from reaching back. She lay there, sobbing and whimpering as the cool air caressed her burning bottom, and knowing that all too soon she would no longer be feeling cool air but rather fiery hot pain.

One thing that could be said for Liam and Sally was that while they did everything they were supposed to, they weren’t cruel and didn’t get off on the penny’s pain like other parents did. So Uncle Liam planned to give the assigned thirty-eight smacks not as quickly as he could – but almost.

The first atrocious two blows fell down on Gracie’s bottom HARD, and she screamed…

“NOO-OOOWWWW!!!” She knew there would be no escaping these harsh paddle blows and it just drove her up a wall. On her already very sore seat… they hurt something awful!

The man’s hand pressed down hard on the small of Gracie’s back to prevent any major struggling, and brought the paddle down hard again and again across both of her buttocks and sit-spots. The hard wood smashed into her tender flesh, bruising it, welting it, making it sorer and sorer.

Gracie Mae’s wails reverberated throughout the entire house. It felt as if her whole bottom was being torn apart. Of course, this was pretty close to what a hard-timer would be faced with, but it was nothing she was used to. The girl soon lost count of the horrific, painful smacks, and knew she could only wait it out, praying her uncle was keeping track better than she.

Indeed he was, and a few moments later, when he stopped, he’d reached the halfway mark. He announced so as he let Gracie dangle in her bottom-up undignified position for a few minutes, letting her catch her breath, something the weeping child had a hard time doing amidst all the sobbing, crying, and coughing.

Both Liam and Aunt Sally stood in silence as they waited, the woman checking on the marks every now and then and deciding everything was under control. Eventually Uncle Liam stepped forward and started to deliver the second half very slowly, and just as hard.

Poor Gracie, whose wails had eventually calmed down to ‘just’ heavy crying, immediately began screeching again. How could she have possibly gotten so unlucky?

“Nooooo!” she wailed pathetically, clutching desperately at the comforter. Her face was beet red, tears and snot dripping as explosive smack after smack landed on her tender derriere. “Uncle LIIIIAAAAAM!” she screamed, begging him with all her heart to go easier.

But he didn’t, and if anything, he made sure the remaining smacks were delivered with a vengeance. The paddle flew into the air and landed squarely across Gracie’s crimson bottom cheeks, her tender sit-spots, her delicate thighs. The hard wood flattened the flesh sending ripples of pain through her body… and the man had only delivered ten swats.

“I’m sorry, Gracie Mae. You know every spanking on Easter is full-force, right?”

CRACK!!! again across her sit-spots.

“AHHHOOOOWW!” she wailed yet again with the forceful impact. How was she supposed to take this? “Y-yeesss b-but…” she whimpered until yet another blow was placed down on her less-marked thighs.

How she detested having her hands restrained with those awful KidKuffs™. She wanted so badly to reach back and rub, or even just stop the awful onslaught for a moment. Everything buzzed and burned and ached, worse than it had ever before in her life. Gracie squirmed as much as she possibly could, even though it was fruitless: the paddle was huge and it always found her small bottom no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. And try she did, tirelessly, still squirming and screaming well into the final part of her paddling.

When the fifteenth blow had been laid down, Uncle Liam and Aunt Sally could see purplish ridges form on the girl’s skin. Keeping in mind she still had a caning to go through, the man focused the last swats on Gracie’s thighs… but those four were hard, and most of all, consecutive.

Gracie screamed bloody murder with these, her entire mind filled with pain. Her body was one quivering mass as she wept into her bound hands. Her wails continued for quite some time, not dying down to just gut-wrenching sobs for several minutes. By this time the girl had long lost count, but figured that with the passage of time with no more oncoming blows it must be over… for now.

Still, she couldn’t help but whimper, “N-no mo’e….. pleeeeeeeeease no morrrrrrrrrre….” her tears choking up her throat as she spoke.

“Your paddling is over, Gracie,” Aunt Sally announced in a steady voice as she leaned over to release the girl’s hands.

As soon as they were out of their restraints, she held the kid’s wrists tightly so she wouldn’t have the temptation to reach back and earn herself extras.

“What do you say, Gracie?” said Uncle Liam, pointing at the child with the big paddle.

Looking at her uncle with despair she could hardly believe he was making her utter the words… it wasn’t regulation to do so… though she knew some penny parents tended to enforce that anyway.

So, looking away, she whimpered, “Th-thank you, U-Uncle Liammm… f-for… p-paddling meee and… an’ helpin’ me be betterrrrrr…” Her sobs increased with this, her head hanging.

She wanted to wrest her wrists away from her aunt’s firm grasp but knew that not only would she never accomplish it, but it would only land her in bigger trouble. Both adults nodded in silence, then Uncle Liam ruffled the kid’s hair as he walked out, his duty for now accomplished.

“You’re being real good, Gracie,” said Aunt Sally, who even leant forward to kiss the sobbing girl’s forehead. “Now you come downstairs so we can see you stand in the corner before dinner. The onions are cooking and so is the liver.”

The poor child sobbed all the more. She was so exhausted… she would so rather take a nap right now, and would rather sleep through dinner than have to eat that. She gave a sorrowful look, her whole body drooping, but gave a weak nod.

Sally rounded her shoulders as the family exited the pink and lilac room to go downstairs. Gracie was steered into the living room to her corner. The only thing the girl could be grateful for was the fact that she didn’t have to sit, especially on her CornerStool™.

Much to her dismay, though, she did have to eat dinner in a sitting position, planting her tortured backside down on a hard wooden chair, with no hope of shifting her weight anywhere less painful, since she’d been paddled and hairbrushed to almost halfway down her thighs. So she resigned herself to eat, the taste of her tears and snot yet again mixed with that of the food. Though at least the hot dog at lunch had been good, while this…

But at long last, it was over, and Gracie was being directed to the corner again “for another thirty minutes before we begin,” Aunt Sally made sure to specify.

Gracie gave a sob of despair at this announcement. She wanted nothing more than to be able to simply rest, even if it was for thirty minutes. Okay, perhaps she wanted more to have the next part never begin, but she knew that was impossible. However, at least it got her bottom off of the hard wooden chair, so she gladly jumped up from it and, dragging her feet, made her way to the corner once again.

It was a long thirty minutes for her, listening to the sounds of the table being cleaned and the quiet chatter of her aunt and uncle. But eventually the kid was being led upstairs. Gracie whimpered as she took the steps as slow as she could make herself without earning swats from her aunt, but when she walked in her bedroom and saw her Uncle holding the nursery cane she let out a yell.

“Noooo! Pleeease nooo… can’ can’t take it… NO…… not that… PLEASE!!!” the girl beseeched her uncle, praying for mercy.

Even though she only had to restrain herself for half of the swats before she could be tied down, there was no way she could get through this without earning extras. And while not technically considered a cane, and actually more a switch, it was still by far worse than that to a hot, bruised, bottom… or any bottom for that matter.

Aunt Sally still had to practically drag poor Gracie to the end of her bed and bend her over the stack of pillows. The kid struggled more than just a little, but as soon as she was in position, and reminded that any more squirming and strokes would be added, she quieted down and just wept.

Uncle Liam sighed and shook his head. He was to deliver the first half and then hand the tool to his wife for a whopping end to Gracie’s Special Punishment Day, so he immediately got down to business. A few seconds later the first tremendous lash of the thin stick left a bright crimson line across Gracie’s bottom… WHAPPP!!

The girl screamed as cane met bruised flesh. She stuck her hands under the pillows in an effort to maintain control, and only barely managed. Her entire body trembled as the pain surged up… and this was only stroke one? She closed her eyes, praying for the strength to get through this somehow.

Unfortunately for her, stroke two… and three… and all those that followed turned out to be just as hard, if not more. Uncle Liam was a very expert ‘caner’ and he lay down perfectly parallel stripes that weren’t more than half an inch distant from each other. But with Gracie’s little bottom, that still meant a pretty tight pattern of angry-red lines that burned like the devil.

The girl had still somehow managed to keep her little hands to herself, although it was becoming more and more difficult. She wailed her heart out, her tiny teeth clenched tightly, her hands clasped in prayer underneath the pillows.

Uncle Liam knew well how she might feel; he had delivered several Easter canings to other pennies, and not one had ever managed to keep their hands to themselves for the duration of the first half. So he assumed it was just a matter of time before Gracie slipped too. True enough, right after he’d delivered the eighth blow that had left a particularly nasty crimson ridge on the girl’s sit-spots, her hands flew backwards of their own accord.

Normally once she realized she had done this she would snatch them back immediately, often before they even reached the tortured flesh – but this time, they not only did make their way to the striped and bruised backside, but they stayed there too. Gracie was howling with pain, shuddering beyond control.

“NOOOO!” she wailed pathetically.

Both of her guardians groaned at the sight, but neither hesitated to do what the Department of Correction mandated. Aunt Sally walked to Gracie and forcefully snatched her hands away from her backside, while Uncle Liam announced, “This is going to cost you five extras, Gracie Mae Howard. I will deliver them with the paddle to the backs of your thighs when I’m done with this caning. Do you understand me, young miss?”

“Noooooo!” Gracie wailed as she heard the pronouncement. “Nooo pleeeeeeeease… sorrreeee!”

The good news with them being all to her thighs was that there was less chance of blisters on her bum where the main caning would take place, but all in the same place on those tender areas?!

Unfortunately for her, that’s how it was supposed to be. But she wouldn’t have to care for that for a while, still, as Uncle Liam first had to finish the first batch of strokes before extras could be delivered. Despite Gracie’s problem with keeping still, he raised his arm way up high each time and caned her very hard, striping her bottom soundly with each lash and not holding back one bit.

The poor girl wailed as the next four strokes were landed, slowly moving down her thighs. How she managed to hold on she did not know. Her shrill screams and hollers could be heard outside, mingled with those of other naughty pennies in other houses receiving their just rewards. But all that mattered to Gracie was what was going on right there in her own bedroom.

The last lash, the nineteenth, proved fatal: Uncle Liam lay it down just as hard as the previous ones, but diagonally across Gracie’s bottom so that it crossed all the previous stripes already there.

The girl’s scream was earth shattering, and again her hands flew back to her tortured backside. “NOOOOO! NO NO NOOOO!!!!” She wailed, her hands covering her bottom as best they could.

“That makes it ten extras, Gracie Mae!” boomed her Uncle, tapping the kid’s hands with the nursery came. And this time he didn’t sound too displeased to have to add to the punishment, either.

Before Gracie could even reply, or actually do anything else than cry and yell, the man had passed the instrument to his wife and was now securing the kid’s wrists in the blue-furred KidKuffs™. Gracie, though, wasn’t taking that well, and struggled mightily. At least she would no longer have to withstand the punishment without reaching back… she didn’t know how she could have managed that! But still, she hated giving up control!

Her struggling only caused Liam to tighten the cuffs even more as he bent her back in position. The child sobbed as she waited for him to pick up her paddle for the swats she knew were meant to blister her behind, making the second half of her caning all that much harder to bear.

All too soon for her taste the paddle was in the man’s hand and he brought it down sharply five times in ten seconds across the backs of Gracie’s thighs. Those areas had been relatively spared by the cane, but still sported the bruises from the handspanking, the hairbrushing, and the paddling itself, so it was just pure hell to the poor kid, who literally screamed, tugging at the cuffs, trying to free herself but not winning the fight.

“AHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOWW!!!!!” she bellowed at the hard wood bit cruelly into her flesh, causing unbelievable pain, and a few small blisters to form. The nine-year-old’s body trembled violently over the pillows.

When Uncle Liam delivered the final five extras, again one after another, to her severely welted full bottom cheeks, much bigger blisters formed. The child’s body was trembling under the awful force, her voice hoarse from screaming. Everything became one long howl as she sobbed into the bed sheets.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeassssssse…. “ Gracie wailed… even a rest before beginning again would help, no matter if the paddle would have ever so slightly numbed her bottom and thighs!

But alas, it wasn’t to be. Aunt Sally and Uncle Liam did allow her a few moments to catch her breath, even though they knew Gracie couldn’t appreciate it… but within a minute they were ready to continue. In their minds, the sooner the caning was finished, the sooner Gracie could be put to bed. Aunt Sally still kept in mind to make it one second half to remember; if her husband was an ‘expert caner’, she surely wasn’t any less of one… as the first stroke showed… swissh--SNAPPP!!!

Gracie had thought she couldn’t scream any more, but as the line of fire snapped across previous stripes and blisters, the kid struggled against the cuffs, but too spent to wriggle like she would have liked to. This was worse than anything she had ever experienced; never in her three years as a penny had she actually had a blistering in-between canings… and actually, before this year it had always been a switch applied to her bottom. All she could think of was how awful the pain was. She would have liked to think of how unfair it was that her base count had gone up this high… as a KP she shouldn’t have been forced to deal with it!

But here she was, and her guardians made sure they put an emphasis on the overall reason why Gracie was caught in the judicial rejuvenation system to begin with. It was her original crime which was one of the main reasons behind special punishment days.

“You have stolen… CRACK!!… vandalized… CRACK!!… and helped commit several crimes by your reckless, inconsiderate behavior… CRACK!!…”

Aunt Sally spoke sharply and caned even harder, the poor penny’s bottom now trembling mightily even when it was not being struck.

“Count yourself lucky… CRACK!!… that Corrections has gone easy on you… CRACK!!… because believe me, I have seen girls who had it much harder than you for much smaller crimes.”

CRACK CRACK!! to Gracie’s left side, and the tip of the small cane wrapped around her thigh. The girl howled and sobbed. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have it worse! But as that wicked instrument wrapped around the tender flesh she literally screamed once more, nearly bucking off the pillows. By this time most of her blisters had been broken open, and the girl had no idea how she was going to get through the rest… however many more licks there were. She had long since lost count, and just prayed for an end soon.

Aunt Sally, though, was taking her time. She focused the following two strokes to Gracie’s other thigh, getting similar responses from the kid. Then she focused a relatively un-spanked area an inch above her right sit-spot. That’s where she placed the tip of the cane, tapped it there for a few moments, and then delivered three blistering, consecutive strokes that caused instant welting. If Gracie had been screaming before, now it sounded like mere whispers compared to what that elicited from her.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOO!!!”

Her entire body was shaking with the effort of taking this abuse and especially with the force of those last three strikes. The burning welled up increasingly until it was almost unmanageable, the girl rocking on the pillows. If her aunt and uncle weren’t kind enough to use the nano-lotion on her poor bottom come morning, sitting was going to be almost impossible! Heck, some penny parents considered 12:00 AM morning, but she doubted she would get so lucky here.

Part of her anguish, however, consisted in not knowing which aides she would get, or when, or how. It was all clear to Aunt Sally and Uncle Liam already, but Gracie would have to wait and see if she’d be allowed any kind of comfort, also of the loving kind, after such a horrendous punishment. Which wasn’t even over: Aunt Sally caned the back of her thighs ferociously three more times, going from just below her sit-spots to halfway down the legs – that Gracie started to kick wildly. Another stroke fell on her cheeks, and then the woman put every ounce of strength behind the final two: these too fell diagonally across the child’s whole backside, causing her to yell loudly. This then melted into body-shaking sobs. The girl remained stiff, just sure she was due another strike, having no idea where they were in the scheme of things.

“No morrrrrrrrrrrre!” she sobbed, nearly choking on the snot which backed up in her throat, tears and mucous leaving a went puddle there at the foot of the bed.

“We’re done, Gracie Mae,” Uncle Liam announced from his standing position just behind the poor kid. “Your Easter spanking is over.”

He knew it would take a while for it to fully register in her mind, and so he busied himself with assessing the damage. There was no blood, though blisters were broken and Gracie’s bum was overall in a very bad state, dark purple tending to black. He, too, knew this would not heal at all without nano-lotion. It was just a matter of how much they would give and when.

Indeed it took the child a long time to accept that the punishment was finally over, and even then the sobs convulsing her body did not cease. She had never been in so much pain in her life.

“Hurrrrrrrrrts!” she wailed forlornly, wanting nothing more than a consolatory hug. But she knew that was up to her guardians whether or not it should be given.

Aunt Sally and Uncle Liam had a pretty strong reputation as strict disciplinarians, but Gracie was their biological niece and they’d always given out a few loving reassurances here and there. They both understood this was the time to, so the man slowly un-cuffed Gracie and made sure to keep her hands locked in his so she wouldn’t touch her behind. Meanwhile Sally hugged the girl gently and kissed her sweaty hair plastered to her head.

“Tonight you’re sleeping with the Delta, Gracie, and tomorrow morning we’re giving you nano-lotion after breakfast. Understand?”

Gracie brightened up a bit at hearing she wouldn’t have to cry herself to sleep like most pennies… she knew it was up to her guardians to determine whether she deserved that or not since she was a KP. But her face immediately fell and her sobs increased even more upon hearing that she not only had to wait until she woke to be nanoed, and therefore have to wake up in pain, but she would have to tolerate it through an entire meal! But she had no say in it, so she just leaned into her aunt’s embrace, thankful for the love and care she was getting.

“Y-yessss…” she whimpered, and on second thought added, “Th-thank you…” That was more for the delta inducer than anything, but still…

“You are welcome, Gracie,” said Uncle Liam as he arranged the pillows that had supported the kid’s body so she could use them for sleeping.

“You have taken your Easter punishment well, overall,” Aunt Sally praised her as he walked the child to the bed. “If you’re curious to know, no penny I’ve known has ever made it with less than ten extras,” she explained as she pulled back the cover and patted the mattress.

Gracie looked back tearfully at her aunt. “R-really?” she whimpered. Sally nodded.

“Really. You’ve gotten lucky the past years of your sentence, young lady, that you had such a low base count you didn’t need to reach back. This is what most pennies get, and you took it no worse than anyone else I know.”

With that she patted the bed, and with a very weak smile the child climbed stiffly onto the mattress on her stomach. Her wrists were secured in the bedpost, which made Gracie cry a bit more and bury her head in the pillows; she so hated to be restrained. At long last the Delta inducer was turned on. Uncle Liam and Aunt Sally had grown so used to the girl’s crying, sobbing, and screaming all-day long that they were pleasantly surprised to hear it fade away in a matter of seconds as the soothing waves from the inducer lulled Gracie in a deep, dreamless sleep. With one last glance to the girl’s abused behind, and after picking up the paddle, the cuffs, and the nursery cane from the floor, Sally and Liam sighed and walked out of the bedroom, one more Easter Sunday in their long experience as penny parents put behind their backs.

– The End –

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