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The life of Ozyel, 12 year old Kyyreni Penitatas, ended on a bench beneath a Rejuvenator. The technician pressed a hypospray to her neck and said, "count backwards from ten." She never even got to nine.

The life of Ozyel, 6 year old Kyyreni Penitatas, began with a wave of vertigo as she sat up too quickly. The technician caught her, helped her find her balance, and eased her onto her brand new feet. "Easy now. Do you want to check yourself out?" the technician nodded to the full-length mirror on the wall. "No thanks," Ozyel replied. With gentle words and actions she was dressed in a plain, Corrections issued outfit and helped to a dermal printer to have her new Ps applied. They were the same as her old ones, much to her dismay. After that, all that was left was to meet the family.

A woman was waiting for her; a Kyyreni Nightsider dressed in dark, monochrome clothes that hugged her body closely. Like all of her race, she had a wolfish muzzle and a lioness tail. Her hands and feet were tipped with blunt claws rather than humanoid nails. Her reptilian eyes were larger than Ozyel had expected, and where Ozyel was dark brown (earning her the nickname "coffee cup"), the woman was ash grey. Her movements were quick and snake-like. She spoke to the staff in quick, dismissive tones. Her hard eyes turned to Ozyel, making the little Penny flinch, but they softened almost immediately. "You must be Ozyel," she said. "My name is Yuin. I'll be your mother for this cycle. Let's go." "Nice to meet you," Ozyel mumbled as she fell into step beside her new parent, though internally she chose something very different to say. They walked out into the car park. It was overcast, but warm. There was a hint of a dozen wonderful scents in the air; firework propellant, meat, alcohol and things less easily placed. The bass tones of dance music from a nearby residential area suggested someone hadn't gotten the message that the Revelry was over. Yuin lifted her into a child's seat in the rear, fastened her in, and then gave her a well rehearsed look that made it clear she was not in the mood for bad behaviour. "We've got a long drive ahead of us. The last thing I want is to have to stop the car because you can't behave yourself. Understood?" "Yes mom!" Ozyel's ears dropped at the scolding, but she tried not to take it personally.

The drive, as promised, was long. The car rose slowly into the air, turned north, and hovered in place while its onboard systems verified its flight path with traffic control. Then it rose again and built up speed, accelerating away from Going and swiftly leaving it behind. Ozyel watched the town, and everyone she knew disappear, possibly forever. The urban landscape became farmland, and then the vast, unclaimed tracts that still dominated much of the Icaran landscape despite centuries of colonisation. That's when the isolation became real, and Ozyel sobbed in mourning for her lost social life. They stopped for lunch in a village made of wooden buildings, built in two concentric rings around a central pre-fab colony building. Yuin told her that Icara City was now just fifteen minutes away, which was a relief; Ozyel was getting sick of being in the car. "I think you need a new wardrobe," Yuin announced as they returned to their vehicle. "Your father won't be home yet, so what say we take you to the mall to buy some new clothes?" "Sure," Ozyel answered, caught off guard by the change in routine. Yuin smiled as she double checked the penny girl was securely fastened in her seat, then climbed inside and set the autopilot's course.

It was, perhaps, the most anxious shopping trip of her life as a Penny. The mall was P-rated, and so each time they passed a bench or other typical place for punishments, Ozyel held her breath in anticipation of a public thrashing. And yet, despite her fears, the worst she had to endure was trying on a pair of dungarees that didn't suit her at all. Thankfully, they weren't purchased. Instead, she got a nice selection of brightly coloured skirts and T-shirts. She was glad they were in proper, feminine blues; why Humans thought pink was a girl's colour had always mystified her. And then, as she walked out of the last store in a summer dress bought from the clearance line, Yuin uttered five words that Ozyel had never, in her wildest dreams, expected to hear. "Let's get some ice cream."

Her first thought was that she'd misheard. Her second thought was that she'd been abducted by a crazy woman who wasn't actually a licensed parent. Thought number three, which stuck around and beat back every other thought with a big stick, was that she was going to get the worst spanking of her life when she got home. After what she'd done, could they have issued a Judicial Paddling for her? She'd been told the details of those - all Penitatas had. It was the most painful, torturous thing they could legally do to a Penny! Even rapists and murderers weren't given Judicial Paddlings as part of their sentence! The only way to earn one was to break the law as a Penny... and she had surely done that. "Ozyel? Why are you crying?" Yuin asked, turning quickly at the quiet sob from beside her. Try as she might to explain her sudden bout of tears, Ozyel's new six-year-old body wasn't as cooperative as her old one. Yuin held her, stroked her back, and let the tears stop before saying anything. "If you hate ice cream that much, you just had to say so." The little girl's giggle brought a smile to Yuin's face. "You can tell me what's wrong when we're sat down with our treats, okay?"

Her first choice upon reaching the ice cream store was coffee, but the look that earned her made her change her mind very quickly. She tried her luck with cookie dough and succeeded. Yuin had the coffee flavour, perhaps just to spite her. "So, why the tears?" Yuin asked. "No Penny gets ice cream on their first day. I guessed you've got something really bad waiting for me at home." Yuin laughed, "Ozyel, I can promise you two things; your welcome home spanking will be just like every other, and after meeting your father you are going to think you are the unluckiest Penny on the planet." "Why?" the girl asked, her ears folding flat as she reflexively tried to make herself small. "I want to let your father explain all that. Eat your ice cream."

So she did. She ate slowly, both to savour the treat and to avoid brain freeze, which she'd always been prone to. Yuin ate much more quickly, but didn't seem to object to her daughter's pace. For one thing, it gave her time to talk.

"I'm aware of your past, of course," she said. "I want to be fair to you, and for this cycle to be a fresh start for you. However, it's difficult not to judge you on your recent behaviour. I want to be able to trust you, Ozyel, and I want you to trust me. Without that bond of trust, I can't help you grow past your mistakes."

Ozyel's inner monologue said, "If you want to bribe me with ice cream, I'll trust you all you want!". Her outer dialogue said, "I'll try my best."

"For what it's worth, I have some idea what you went through. Frost and I became Penitatas Parents to earn a breeding permit, but after our first Penny moved on I hit a rough patch. I was in hospital for a few days, and when I came out I began to self medicate. I managed to keep it a secret from everyone but Frost, my husband. Your new father. It did not seriously impact my career, but it damaged my personal life, and my self esteem. By the time I cleaned myself up, we'd missed our chance. So, now we have to prove ourselves again. I have to prove myself, as much for my own sake as anything. You battled with addictions much worse than mine, but I hope you'll believe me when I say I understand what you went through." Ozyel nodded. The ice cream was almost gone, and that would mean going home to a spanking. "Can I ask some questions?" Yuin nodded. "What did you... take?" "Nothing illegal." "Umm... why were you in the hospital?" "Because I was sick." Ozyel recognised the deflection, and resigned herself to the fact that there was probably no use stalling any longer. The ice cream had to be eaten, and the paddle had to be faced.

To her surprise, Yuin sighed and corrected herself, "no, that's not fair. I can't ask honesty from you and not be honest in return. I lost my child." Horror made Ozyel drop her spoon into the bowl with a sharp clink. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked!" "It's alright," Yuin assured her. "Bad things happen. Life isn't fair. We both know that, in our own way. But thanks to you, I have a daughter, at least for a while. And you get ice cream on your first day as a Penny, so sometimes good things happen as well." Little Ozyel grinned and finished her ice cream. "I'll be the best daughter ever, mom! I promise!" "Don't make promises you can't keep," Yuin answered with a knowing smile. "You aren't my first Penny. Now, come on. We've stalled long enough. Just remember that I'm the nice once, no matter what your father says... but don't think me soft, Ozyel. Take advantage of my good nature, and it will go badly for you." "Yes ma'am!" Ozyel squeaked. As they walked out of the ice cream store, hand in hand, Ozyel couldn't help but let her tail swish happily behind her. She had a good feeling about this new mother. So much so that, as she was put back in her child seat in the rear of the car, she said, "Mom... my first mom used to call me Ozzie. I'd... I'd like it if you did too." "Ozzie? It suits you. Let's go home."

Frost, it turned out, was a big, strong Nightsider with panther black fur and a puppy dog face. He wore a smart, black suit, and he wore it in the manner of someone who was not brought up to wear suits. He had big, calloused hands that clutched a locked brief case tightly on the brief journey from the door to his office. His mane was trimmed and styled, as was the tuft of hair on the end of his tail. When he entered the house he didn't seem to notice Ozyel sat silently in the living room. Yuin came out and greeted him, the two nuzzling each other and whispering greetings. Then, at last, Frost turned to his new daughter.

"Oh look, six more years of trouble!" Frost laughed at his own joke. Ozyel smiled for good measure. "So... Ozzie? I hear someone got a treat on the way home!" "Yes daddy," she replied. It was a good, all purpose reply, with an overly cutesy tone of voice for good measure. Frost grinned at her like a puppy who'd just seen a new ball. "Well then, we should probably get the introductions done properly. My name is Frost, I will be your new father. Did Yuin tell you what I do?" "I didn't want to spoil it for you," Yuin said as she took a seat beside Ozyel. "Oh! Well Ozzie, I work for the Corrections Council. In fact, I am part of the Corrections Council." Ozyel's expression froze, which got another laugh from her father. With a nervous smile she asked, "is it too late to ask for new parents?" "Afraid so," Frost answered with a grin. "Now, there's another matter we need to attend to."

There was no sense in arguing, though it was tempting to do so nonetheless. Yuin gave her a quick hug and stood her up. The new skirt was raised, her court-issued underwear was pulled down to her ankles, and she was placed over her new father's lap. One hand held her tail out of the way while the other smoothed the fur on her backside.

"Ready?" Frost asked, and not waiting for a reply brought his hand down hard on her backside. There was an art to spanking, and from the first smack Ozyel knew Frost understood that. The sharp smacking sound was turned into a dull thud by her fur, but it did little to soften the impact. A second smack found her other cheek, aimed squarely for where she would put her weight when she sat down. The girl yipped and yelped as more spanks followed, alternating cheeks, always on that terrible sweet spot and timed so the new spank came just as the sting of the old one was fading. She got four on each cheek, just enough to leave her whimpering. Spankings hurt a lot more than she remembered!

Yuin had held her hand throughout. Now she knelt down so she could punish the girl. She spanked with her left hand, mirroring Frost's punishment. Four spanks per cheek, exactly where Frost had spanked her. Her whimpers turned to sobs as she felt her skin reddening under her fur, made worse by the unwelcome proximity of the spanking to her intimate area. When she had finished, Yuin stood up and left the room. Ozyel glanced up at her father with teary eyes and whimpered, "i-is it over?" Frost Squeezed her left paw with his own. "Not yet. We still have the hairbrush and then your helper paddle. You should remember this from your first cycle." Ozyel let her head drop. "I h-hoped it would b-be less this time."

Another comforting squeeze of the hand followed, as did her hairbrush. She in fact had several hairbrushes, but this was naturally her largest, purpose built to act as a disciplinary tool as well as a grooming aid. Yuin led the spanking this time, giving four solid swats to her new daughter's already sore backside, fixating on a single point instead of spreading the punishment. This was definitely not how she remembered her old spankings going! At least the first time they'd spread the pain around to make it more bearable!

By Frost's turn she was crying freely and it took all her willpower not to kick and thrash. Doing that never helped. If anything, it just earned more spanking, but when trapped in the body of a six year old it was hard not to act like one. "We're almost done," Frost said as kindly as he could manage. "You're doing very well." It didn't feel that way to Ozyel, who had only just managed to stop from sobbing when the first stroke of her new paddle found its mark. She gave up trying to maintain her dignity and wailed like a toddler, clutching her father's leg tight as eight hard swats of the wooden paddle were piled on to her already burning bottom. The last eight followed straight after, leaving two large patches of red skin visible beneath her thin and ruffled rump fur. Yuin lifted her off Frost's lap and made her stand, holding her in a way that was meant to both comfort the punished child and stop her from reaching for her backside. "Was it as bad as you thought?" Yuin asked. "w-wrs," Ozyel mumbled into her chest, staining her mother's shirt with her tears. If Yuin objected, she didn't show it. When the crying had stopped, Ozyel was escorted into the corner. She knew the routine, but was reminded anyway. Nose against the wall, arms by her sides. At least it's not on a corner stool! she told herself, dreading to imagine how much it would hurt to have to sit on a hard wooden chair after that spanking!

After what seemed like an hour, Frost fetched her for dinner. Her chair was padded, but still she winced and yipped as it took her weight. She distracted herself by sniffing the air and taking in the aroma of fresh bread wafting from the kitchen. When it appeared, the smell almost overwhelmed her. A round loaf was put in the middle of the table and Yuin cut two slices for her. The bread was hot to the touch, and Frost applied a generous helping of butter. Real butter, the kind that her birth mother had used, the kind that her previous Penitatas parents had said caused heart diseases and abandoned in favour of low-fat alternatives. Then came the filling; dark meat from game birds and greenery to suit. The meal was rounded off with vegetables and a dollop of tangy sauce.

When the plate was handed to her, Ozyel tore into it as though she hadn't eaten in days. She hadn't been given cutlery, so she resorted to her fingers. "Manners!" Yuin snapped, and the girl shrank back in her seat while her parents took care of their own food. "Now you can begin," Yuin concluded once she and Frost were ready. "I'm just glad you like my cooking," Frost chuckled. "I do!" Ozyel answered after swallowing. She would have preferred less salt on the meat, but that was a conversation for when her bottom was fully healed. "Far too much talk about healthy eating these days," Frost continued, holding court while his wife pretended to be listening. "Eat dull food all your life and live to fifty, or eat well die 'young' at forty five. I know what I'd pick! Not that you die either way, of course, which makes me wonder what all the fuss is about!" Ozyel pointed out humans could live as long as a hundred if they looked after themselves. Frost shrugged and replied, "then why do they all rejuve in their sixties and seventies? Those extra years of life are clearly not worth having!"

After eating, Ozyel got to see her new room. Like all penitatas bedrooms rooms it was quite bare, though a penny's room was always especially spartan at the beginning of a cycle. She was allowed to explore the room's toy chest, and noted quite a few toys intended for boys. Yuin sat with her and played board games until it was time for her bath and bed. Ozyel was pleased when Yuin let her wash herself.

"time for bed, Ozzie." Yuin said, "but I'm afraid you have a bedtime spanking first." Ozyel gave a little whine. "Already?" "Already. You know better than to complain by now. Over my lap." At least this time it was only a handspanking, but with her bottom still sore from earlier it was more than enough to get her teary eyed. She was given another hug and Yuin shushed her, letting her settle before being laid down in her bed. "Good night, Ozzie," Yuin tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead. "Night mom," Ozyel replied, nuzzling into her pillow. All things considered, there were far worse parents she could have gotten.