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It was the night before Christmas. Vaahn shifted slightly in his bed, sleeping lightly. The heat-glow of the room filtered into his conscious mind and produced weird, hallucinogenic patterns within his dreams. His head lolled to the side, coming to rest against Jas' muzzle and filling his nose with the Aspatrian boy's scent and further reshaping his waking dream. Slowly, the Kyyreni was roused back to reality. Jas lay curled up against him, the boy's left paw gently pressed against his chest. Vaahn softly ran his own paw across Jas' head and was rewarded by a gentle flick of the tail. He let his fingers continue to wander, working gently around Jas' ears and down his neck. He traced under the boy's chin, paused for just a moment, and then let his roaming touch move down his companion's chest. He sensed a change in Jas as he reached his stomach, suggesting that his interaction had roused the boy, yet Jas did not move or open his eyes. An idea, born of equal parts mischief and the warm, sensual memories of his sleep, nestled itself into Vaahn's mind and drove his paw onward. He slipped his fingertips just inside the waistband of Jas' underwear, pausing there to see if it would illicit some reaction. When Jas failed to stir he pressed both his luck and his fingers a little further, touching the Aspatrian's sheath and teasing the sensitive region. Finally, Vaahn got a reaction. Jas tensed at the contact, taking a sharp, shallow intake of breath. His eyes flickered open and he looked up at Vaahn shyly, a blush forming quickly beneath his fur. "I was wondering how long you'd keep pretending to sleep." Vaahn whispered as his fingers continued to tease. His quiet words made Jas blush all the harder. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Jas' reply was delivered into his own chest as his head twisted so he could use Vaahn as a pillow. "Oh I think we both know which one of us is really enjoying this." With a soft grunt of effort Vaahn forced Jas to shift position. Vaahn now had his left arm around Jas' back so as to allow him to tease front and back at once. He began to caress the base of Jas' tail at the same pace as his sheath, savouring every gentle gasp and sigh the boy made. A quiet thrill filled the Penny boy as Jas gave up any pretence of self-restraint and buried his head into Vaahn's chest. In the pre-dawn darkness there was virtually no light to see by, but Vaahn's thermal sense let him see the Aspatrian clearly enough as a collection of yellow, orange and red.

The pace of Jas' breathing quickened as Vaahn became increasingly bold, fondling the Aspatrian's sac whilst using his other hand to focus on the tail-hole. Jas responded with an increasingly eager moan, which was partially muffled by Vaahn's chest fur, and the Kyyreni's fingers drifted back to the sheath to find the beginnings of an erection poking up to meet him. "How long has it been?" Vaahn whispered. The question seemed to make Jas squirm more than his touch. "F-four years now, maybe five." Jas' confession elicited another playful chuckle from Vaahn. "That's a long time. You must really need this." The Aspatrian boy bit back his reply. It had been discovered not long after Rejuvenation first came into general use that the mind could often override the body. Though physically seven years old, Jas reacted to Vaahn's foreplay as an older boy would, his mind already pre-conditioned by past life experiences to produce the appropriate physical and emotional reactions. The boy was very quickly brought to full hardness, and as he pressed himself against Vaahn he felt his partner's own growing arousal. "We shouldn't be doing this." Jas' breathless gasp lacked conviction, and was quickly undermined as he began to slowly hump Vaahn's palm. Vaahn pressed a finger firmly against Jas' tailhole by way of reply, causing the boy to press up against him all the more. "You haven't slept in your own bed for over a month. Admit it, you wanted this to happen." "I... I did." The confession was almost inaudible, but Vaahn heard it. He paused his fondling to bring Jas' face up to his own and planted a tender kiss on his lips. There were no more words shared between them; bodies and lips pressed together, the two boys shared a moment that had been too long coming. Each became lost in the other, forgetting everything except the moment, and just how precious the bond they'd long-since lost had truly been.

* * *

It was the night before Christmas. Jackie had tried not to sleep. Fear and anxiety made it hard to begin with, but sleep would bring the morning all the sooner, and that was something she did not want. She tossed and turned in bed, never staying in one position for more than a few minutes. She was getting hungry; supper felt like a lifetime ago, but breakfast was still many hours away. With hunger came thirst, and that was always far harder to ignore. She decided to risk venturing out of her bedroom and slipped quietly into the bathroom, running the tap at a mere trickle to keep noise to a minimum. She drank a few handfuls of water before sneaking back to her bed. Less than ten minutes later she was sneaking back to the bathroom to relieve herself. Though she was still hungry, fatigue finally claimed her. Her sleep was restless and she woke early; the sun had yet to rise when she once again slid out from under her sheets. She returned to the bathroom, shedding her sweat-soaked pyjamas and underwear; if she was going to face hell today, she could at least do so clean. When she stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around her, Lucy was waiting. "Up early I see. Come on, let's get started." "Can't I just-" Jackie's plea was cut short by a hand gripping her wrist firmly. "No sense in you getting dressed this morning; you'd only be taking your panties straight off again. Downstairs, Little Miss." Feeling sick to her stomach, Jackie Romanov was marched downstairs and into the living room. A Christmas tree was set up there, decorated with lights and baubles and with presents underneath. Three festive stockings hung from the fireplace. One was empty, but Jackie's was distressingly full. The clock above the stockings read 7:43am, December 25th. In accordance with tradition, bad Pennys found their stockings filled with coal, and evaded justice for so long there was no doubt in her mind she'd have plenty. Sure enough, as Jackie was made to count out each piece the tally became distressingly large. She was reduced to tears before the end, having placed eight pieces down and still having more to come. In the end Lucy finished for her. "Twelve lumps of coal." She said coldly, selecting the first switch. It was quite thick and inflexible compared to the others, which would make it function more akin to a cane. Lucy didn't quite have her daughter figured out enough to know which of the three implements she'd despise most, but her gut said that Jackie would have wanted the whippiest switches over and done with first. Briefly, Lucy wondered if by going against her gut she was trying to vent her own anger; Jackie had committed a gross betrayal against Icara, which for Lucy was not only detestable, but a personal insult to all she believed in.

With Jackie blubbering away, Lucy made herself comfortable and held the switch ready. She gave a moment's thought to her husband, who like her had chosen a career in Starfleet. Where she'd been a Marine, he was a fleet officer. His absence during Christmas was difficult, but it was something Lucy had grown accustomed to; someone had to do it, and the Hawthorne family was not one to shirk from a duty, however difficult or demanding it may be. She thought of the letter hidden in the kitchen drawer again; the letter that had ensured she'd spend another Christmas alone. Then she spared a thought for Molly, but shook it away just as quickly; she had a job to do, and she couldn't sit there moping. For Jackie's sake, she had to put her own thoughts in order. "Alright, come on over." Lucy tried to be encouraging in her tone, though Jackie seemed not to notice. The girl was deliberately stalling, which Lucy put an end to with an unsubtle threat of further punishments.

"Brace yourself." The short, simple warning made Jackie tense up. With a heart-stopping swish Lucy brought the switch down, cracking it squarely across the top of the girl's backside. Jackie jolted at the strike, but Lucy kept her held firmly in place. Her initial cry was more from shock than pain, but that quickly changed when the switch snapped across her buttocks again. The scream began deep inside her and rose with unstoppable force. When the third stroke found its mark Jackie shrieked at the top of her lungs, kicking and squirming and bawling like a newborn. The fourth, fifth and sixth strokes landed in turn, working slowly downward with expert precision. "PLE-E-EASE STO-O-OP!" Like countless Penitatas before her Jackie begged for mercy, and like every other Penny she was denied. Lucy put a little extra force into every strike, reasoning that if any girl needed to learn the error of her ways, it was this one. The last two strikes of the switch were placed to maximise Jackie's pain, landing across the previous ten in a cross pattern. Jackie wailed like a banshee, desperately trying to wriggle away from her mother's lap. Having no patience for such behaviour, Jackie earned herself two extra strikes. "Jackie, you WILL keep still and accept your punishment! You know better than to try and get off my lap before I'm done!" the words accompanied the newly earned marks across her bottom, which seemed to get the point across. Finally realising it was over, for now at least, Jackie let herself go limp and bawled out her pain. Of course, the day was far from over for the girl, but Lucy still felt compelled to offer her a little comfort. Shushing the girl gently, Lucy gently rubbed away the worst of the ache in her daughter's backside. "One down, two to go." Jackie let out a great sob at hearing that, but Lucy knew better than to believe there was genuine remorse there; it was a cry at the prospect of further pain, nothing more. When the girl had composed herself Lucy stood her up and made her breakfast. A second act of kindness was given as Jackie was permitted to eat standing up, but again she had to be warned against dawdling. Reluctantly fishing her cereal, Jackie was led back upstairs to her waiting corner stool. "Be a good girl, Jackie. You've earned this punishment, so just accept it!" Lucy's words were wasted; she'd not even finished speaking before Jackie began protesting her treatment, trying to pull away and begging frantically as she was led to her corner stool. Her patience reached its limits and she quickly up-ended the girl, placing Jackie across her lap to deliver a swift hand spanking. The rapid SLAP-THWAP-SMACK of her hand continued until Jackie was once more rendered submissive, crying freely and in considerable discomfort. When she was forced onto the point-covered seat of her cornerstool her scream was audible next door. "You know very well you deserve this!" Lucy scolded. "I'm giving you an extra hour on that stool for your unacceptable behaviour! As a Penitatas you are expected to accept your punishments, so I want you to think about that long and hard!" Once more Jackie tried to beg for mercy, but Lucy had no interest in her pleas. She had been a Penitatas mother long enough to tell the difference between selfish self-interest and genuine regret, and Jackie was showing none of the latter.

With a sigh, Lucy checked her watch. There was still a long day ahead...

* * *

Chloe got up at half past eight and had to check the clock three times. She had genuinely expected a repeat of last year, where Jas had paid them a visit at five in the morning. She stepped out into the hall and decided to check on the boys. Stifling a yawn and pulling her dressing gown tight around her, she quietly opened the door and was answered by a surprised gasp and the impression of sharp, sudden movement. It did not take a great deal of imagination to guess why; Vaahn was sat on the edge of his bed, his curled-up posture not entirely hiding the damp tip of his erection. Jas was knelt naked on the floor in front of the Kyyreni boy, visibly trembling with shame and with a wet patch on his stomach fur. Though caught by surprise, Chloe did her best not to show it. "Boys, your father and I will be heading downstairs in a little while. We'll open the presents at nine, okay?" She closed the door much more carefully than she'd opened it and chose to linger a moment. She could just hear Jas' voice through the door.

"Do you think she knows?" Vaahn shook his head in disbelief at the question. "Of course she does. It was pretty obvious." He glanced over toward the door again and held up his hand for silence. After a few moments he heard footsteps moving away. "My worry is why she didn't say anything. I'm guessing we're for it." As Vaahn relaxed into a more comfortable posture Jas shuffled forward, placing his hands on Vaahn's knees. "Maybe she won't mind?" "Oh I think she will." Before he could say anything else, Vaahn felt a sudden thrill race up his spine. He looked down to find Jas had picked up where he'd left off, eagerly feeding as much of Vaahn's member as he could into his warm, wet muzzle. He broke from the action to meet Vaahn's eye again and smiled wickedly. "If we are getting in trouble we should at least make it worth the punishment, right?" Vaahn let out of a long moan as Jas resumed the blowjob. "I'm a bad influence on you... and I am so glad of that right now!"

Matt was stood waiting patiently outside the master bedroom. The idea that the boys may choose to resume their former relationship had been something they had both considered, though in truth they had hoped it would still be a long time coming. Still, it was an eventuality they'd planned for, and they both agreed it should be Matt who broached the subject. The children's bedroom door crept open a fraction. "Boys? Can I have a quick word?" Matt stepped toward the now open door and Vaahn withdrew back into the room, sitting back onto the bed. There was a clear anxiety in both of the boys, which was certainly understandable. They both watched their father hawkishly as he acquired their desk chair and sat down. "First, you're not in trouble." Matt felt that was important to get out first, even if it turned out not to be true later. Both boys visibly relaxed at the words. "So... how long has this been going on?" Jas blushed at the question, which seemed aimed at him more than Vaahn - neither parent had ever commented on his tendency to sleep in Vaahn's bed. "This was the first time." He admitted. Matt flicked Vaahn a quick glance and the boy nodded in agreement. "Alright. I'm not going to ask for details. Boys... the issue of Rejuve sexuality is a tricky one. In a way it helps that you are both 'under age', but it..." Matt was left floundering. "We are in trouble, aren't we?" Vaahn met his father's eye, his expression still a little embarrassed. Matt covered his mouth with a fist. "No." He said gently. "Your mother and I have talked about this a lot, and we both agreed that you should be allowed to pick up your old relationships if you wanted to." To his surprise, both Jas and Vaahn gave him a sympathetic look. He realised, with some of his own embarrassment, that he was probably not the only one in the room who had been forced to give 'the talk' to children. Seemingly given confidence by that thought, Matt decided to overcome his discomfort by smashing straight through it. "Look, if you two plan to have sex it stays in here, understand? I don't want to catch you fondling each other in the bathroom or, god forbid, anywhere else! If we have any reason to think you're letting this get in the way of your studies, or if we think it's causing issues elsewhere, we will put an end to it, understand?" Both boys nodded in agreement. Matt couldn't help but smile at the way Jas' hand crept to Vaahn's. "Oh, and one last thing..." Matt stood up for the door and pointed to the handle. "put a sock on the door or something in future."

Seemingly off the hook, the boys headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Neither boy put up any protest when their mother knocked on the door and suggested a bath for the pair of them. As well as its obvious essential function, it also helped re-establish the boundaries, giving both boys a very obvious reminder that they were still currently children, and that they were not yet free to do as they liked. Once cleaned up and dressed, the boys were taken downstairs to find what awaited them under the Christmas tree. Vaahn in particular seemed delighted to find nothing from the Corrections council, positive or negative, waiting in his stocking. There were presents to be opened, of course, but both Chloe and Matt shared privately that the boys had probably given each other the best present of the day.

* * *

"I want t-to die!" Jackie screamed into her pillow. "I w-wish I was d-dead!" The source of her misery wasn't just the ten new marks across her backside, each of them delivered with tear-inducing skill by Lucy. No, that had come from karma. The year before, when she'd become a Medicalos, Jackie had all but demanded to be allowed to watch a neighbourhood boy receive a Christmas punishment after a fight for which he'd taken all of the blame. In light of her current predicament it only seemed right that there be some payback. So, still sniffling from his own morning's punishment, Danny had found himself sat cross-legged on the floor of Lucy's living room, his mother stood nearby to keep an eye on him. Jackie had been brought downstairs naked as the day she was born and made to lie over the arm of the sofa in preparation for her next switching. When the instruction was given she'd put her head in her hands and sobbed, realising that where Danny had chosen to sit would give him a very clear, and probably quite intimate view of her lower regions. She could not see the boy once in position, but she could picture him clearly enough; sat behind her, grinning like an imp and enjoying the view of her pre-teen vagina. Her fresh attempt to bargain with her mother was delivered in a hoarse whisper, but once again there was no luck. But still, even the burning pain of the ordeal was not the worst of it. The true source of the heart-searing shame that now left Jackie wishing for oblivion had come as the tenth switch-stroke struck her abused backside, and with a howl the girl had involuntarily lost control of her bladder. The long, awkward silence that had followed the act had been broken only by girl's unending wails. Very quickly afterward Danny had been marched back home by his mother, and Lucy chose to forgo the rest of the spanking and send the girl to bed.

The girl's bedroom door creaked open and Lucy came in carrying a tray of hot soup. She placed it down carefully on Jackie's desk before taking a seat next to the prone child, who lay face down, head buried in her pillow. Jackie made no move, even when offered the comfort of a cuddle. "Don't worry about Danny, sweetheart." Lucy cooed. "I promise you that if he breathes a word about what happened to anyone I will personally turn his backside purple." There was still no response. Now Jackie was deliberately turning her head away from Lucy to avoid even accidental eye contact. "Jackie, if you had to go then you should have said-" "Shut up." Jackie gasped between heavy, shaking breaths. "Please just shut up." In this instance, Lucy chose to ignore the rudeness. She knew that right now the last thing Jackie needed was more punishment. She was already starting to suspect she might have pushed the poor girl too hard. That was always the danger with harsh punishments; it was a high wire act of finding the compromise what the Penny deserved with what the Penny needed. Sometimes the Correction Council utterly failed to recognise the distinction. "Do you want me to bring up your presents so you can open them?" Lucy hoped talk of the nicer aspects of Christmas would help lift Jackie's mood. "N-no." Lucy sighed. "Alright, how about we get you dressed and you can spend some time with your friends?" "No!" Jackie snapped, scowling in anger and shame at the wallpaper. "I don't want to see anyone! I never want to leave this r-room again!" Another tired sigh left Lucy's lips. She was walking the tightrope again. "Jackie, just saying 'no' won't work. Nor will getting angry at me, and we both know being rude to me is only going to end one way." She let that threat sink in before continuing. "Now Jackie, no matter what I do you have to have your last switching. That's not my decision. However, here's what I'm offering; we spend the day with your friends, you can have a nice time playing with your toys and then we'll deal with the last switching before bedtime. If you're good - and only if you're good - I'll consider giving you some nano-lotion when I put you to bed as well. How does that sound?" Jackie sniffled gently. The prospect of nano-lotion was very, very tempting given the state of her bottom right now. "'kay," she whimpered, pushing herself up onto her knees and finally allowing her mother to comfort her physically.

* * *

Vaahn wasn't made to stay at the table too long. Both he and Jas had gorged themselves and were understandably sleepy, which provided a perfect excuse to relocate them both upstairs. Their parents knew well that neither boy really new any of the family members present, and Vaahn in particular had shown no desire to be sociable last year. His attitude was better this time around, but not by much. Shedding his clothes and choosing as he often did to sleep bare, Vaahn slid under the covers and muttered a curse at how cold the bed was. Jas wordlessly settled in beside him. "If you keep trying to steal my bed then I'm taking the top bunk." The Kyyreni child's words caused Jas to giggle. "Yeah, right; the only reason you wanted bed is because it was mine... and because I was in it." Vaahn replied with a grin, "Actually, I just like to be on top." "Not tonight." Jas sighed, his eyes already closed. Vaahn gave the Aspatrian a quick kiss on the forehead before settling himself down to sleep. He closed his eyes and watched the underside of the top bunk slowly blur into a vague blue-green haze as his conscious mind unfocussed to the point where sleep would claim him.

* * *

This time, Lucy had listened to her daughter's pleading. Jackie and Rebecca hadn't really played much. Becci had been very well behaved this year and so had only half a dozen swats between all three implements to her name, which she'd asked to be over and done with first thing in the morning. Jackie found some comfort in knowing her friend had been switched as well - a shared pain is always easier to bear. For the most part, Jackie had just wanted someone to talk to. Quietly, in a low voice that she didn't think the adults would hear, she confessed her 'accident' to Becci, who had herself experienced several shame-filled weeks of wetting shortly after her rejuve. To an outsider, the resulting discussion may have seemed bizarre, if not perverse, but the parents of both children knew that it was important; by sharing their experiences in detail, both were able to better deal with what was an uneasy part of their new childhoods. Jackie's ordeal may have been far more recent, but Rebecca's mother still remembered clearly the look of pure anguish every time the girl had been put into a diaper, no matter how subtle and unassuming the design. Toward the end, when bed wetting was less frequent, she'd found it far less traumatic to leave the girl in normal clothes, and clean up without comment as needed. Finally, it was time for Lucy to take Jackie home. She'd asked her mother not to spank her as they walked together and Lucy had tried her best to justify why the punishment had to take place. Even she admitted it was difficult sometimes. She kept her replies quiet and passive, choosing to gently remind Jackie of the agreement they'd made earlier that day. Christmas dinner was served on the sofa. Lying on her stomach with a plate of veg and turkey in front of her, Jackie gave her mother something she had wanted for a long time; a smile. It was a genuine sign of gratitude and relief, mostly at not having to sit on tender flesh, but also Jackie seemed to have finally accepted Lucy really did care for her. Of course, given the girl's hair-trigger temper she'd likely forget all about it tomorrow, but after the events of the day a smile was a very good sign. Of course, it couldn't last. Before long Jackie was undressed and lying on her bed once more, waiting for the final switching of the day. That was when Lucy listened. She let Jackie say her piece. She let the girl make promises they both know she wouldn't keep. She let the Penny look at her with teary, puppy-dog eyes and try to beg for the impending punishment not to happen. When Jackie had finished she was put over Lucy's lap regardless. Then, rather than beginning the switching, Lucy offered the girl a compromise. She promised the weeks ahead would be easier, with as little punishment as Lucy could manage and plenty of chances to sit and talk together about anything and everything that might be troubling the girl. She promised she would listen and that she would do what she could. Finally, she reminded Jackie that she was cared for, wanted and loved. Then she did her duty.

"Are you ready for this?" Jackie nodded weakly, clutching her bed-sheets tight and keeping her head tucked low. The switch gently tapped against her backside. "Do you need to use the bathroom first?" "What?" Jackie's head snapped up sharply, and Lucy knew immediately she should not have asked. "I'm just worried about you, honey. I don't want to put you through something like that again." With humiliation burning in her face Jackie snapped, "I'm not going to piss myself!" "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." "You're d-" Jackie froze mid scream, realising just in time what she was about to do, and what the consequences would have been. "I-I'm sorry, mom. I... I really don't want it to happen again..." "It wasn't your fault." She replied diplomatically. "We'll say no more about it. Here it comes."

The switching was delivered in record time. Lucy didn't spare her daughter at all, but reasoned the most merciful course was to simply have it done with so that, as promised, the nano-lotion could be applied. Even the touch of the healing gel caused Jackie's wails to increase sharply, but they both knew that soon the Penny girl would be good as new and could drift off to sleep. From the girl's doorway, Lucy watched her daughter. She was filled with the same maternal instinct as she'd always had. She'd felt it with all of her children; Jackie, Molly, Dwain, Vaahn, Coley... each of them had needed her in different ways. Some had stayed longer than others, but all eventually left for one reason or another. Coley had gone to spend his Soft Time with a family of doctors, having dreams of becoming one himself. Dwain had reached parole and returned to his family, living out his adolescence with his ex wife. He'd sent her a Christmas Card. Something inside told her that Jackie would need her most of all. "You've got a second chance now, Jackie." She told the sleeping girl. "Make the best of it. You have to want to turn your life around; no-one else can do that for you." With one last wistful glance Lucy clicked the door shut.