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The feel of the bedroom had changed. Chloe opened the door quietly and slipped inside, moving like a burglar fearful of waking their victims. She glanced over at the two sleeping boys who were sharing a bed - an increasingly common occurrence now. It had never bothered her before, but now it seemed distasteful. She wasn't keen on the idea of her son's having sex, though whenever she let her thoughts dwell on the subject she could never decide why. She shook off the thought and turned to the matter that had brought her into the room; the boys needed clothes for school. She picked out something for each of them as quickly as she could, not wanting to be found in the room. The trousers and shirts she left folded on the chair whilst fishing for socks and underwear. Vaahn had far too many of both in his drawer; he seemed to avoid wearing them if left to his own devices. Chloe's ears prickled at the sound of movement behind her. She turned to find Jas sat up in bed, shuffling out from under the covers so he could stretch properly. Vaahn still had his eyes closed but was looking right at her. "Morning you two." She said, placing the last of the clothes out ready. "Morning." Vaahn confirmed first. Jas was still in mid yawn. She took a moment to watch the boys rouse themselves. Jas was up on tip-toes, arms stretched toward the ceiling and head craned back. He released the tension in his body with a huff, letting his arms swing at his side like pendulums. He was wearing the blue cotton briefs he'd gone to bed in. Vaahn skipped any pretence of having just woken up; his eyes snapped open straight away, making Chloe suspect he'd been awake for some time. He'd slept nude, and as he climbed out of bed he reached back to fish the discarded underwear out from against the wall. "Something wrong?" Jas asked, noticing his mother seemed to be loitering in the bedroom. She gave the Aspatrian boy a quick smile. "No, nothing's wrong. Get washed and dressed quick as you can. Breakfast will be waiting. Vaahn, socks and underpants are there for a reason; wear them." Vaahn nodded in acknowledgement of that last instruction and Chloe departed. Once left alone he gave Jas a playful smirk. "I think we're going to have to have a talk with her. You should see the way she acts when she thinks I'm asleep." "You don't think... what we're doing is wrong, do you?" Vaahn gave an emphatic shake of his head. "I don't think anything we've ever done together is wrong..." he paused for a moment as the more distant parts of his memory came to the foreground. "...well, maybe that night at the Moonlit Lake." Jas giggled sheepishly, clamping Vaahn's muzzle shut with a hand to stop him saying anything more. "Not another word!"

The boys made it to school promptly. They were escorted through the gates to the front door by their mother, who paused now and then to touch base with other parents. Jackie Romanov was shifting her weight from one foot to the other like she had to relieve herself, casting flighty looks to everyone and everything that came into her field of vision. "Momma, I don't feel well. I think I'm sick!" The girl whined pitifully. "That's nice." Lucy replied absently, not bothering to meet her daughter's gaze. "Momma, really!" Now Lucy turned to face Jackie. "You're not sick. You're a silly little girl who was told several times to do her homework and didn't listen. Now you're going to be spanked in front of your entire class for not doing your homework. You've no-one to blame but yourself." Vaahn and Jas both shared the exact same thought as they walked past the pleading child; this was a sob story they'd seen too many times. Someone, Danny most likely, had coined the nickname 'Little Miss Melodrama' for Jackie due to her endless sob stories and tantrums. Even Jas, who was renowned for being supportive and understanding within the class, found himself struggling to give the girl any sympathy.

The class began, to the dread of a few delinquents, with the teacher calling for homework. The class had been asked to prepare an essay in anticipation for the month long Diaspora celebrations beginning that weekend (Diaspora on Icara being celebrated in February to coincide with the founding of the colony). Each child stepped up to read out their essay in turn, and was judged on both the content and the presentation. This wasn't done flippantly; even Rejuves who had relearned reading internally often struggled to read aloud. Children were chosen to read seemingly at random. Simon started off with a history of the Martian colonies. It was poorly executed; being naturally shy he stopped and stammered a lot. He never even got to the end of his essay, instead breaking down in tears when a nervous glance to the teacher returned a stern, disapproving look. The teacher in question was Miss Farrell; a young woman who exuded self authority and confidence from every pore. Seeing Simon's emotional collapse she stepped in at once, quietly instructing the boy to take his seat. She kept herself away from the desk as she spoke due to the presence of the paddle, which had been placed in plain sight in anticipation of poorly behaved students. Not wasting any time, Miss Farrell summoned Jas to the front in order to take attention away from Simon. Jas was much more confident, in part because he had no real fear of a spanking, and delivered his essay without incident. Half the children who followed gave essays on the same subject - the discovery of the Star Drive and the beginning of the Age of Colonisation. An ex-slicer failed to stifle a yawn and caught a fierce look that made the boy cower in his seat. Vaahn did a piece on the founding of Ryyksaad. After the slicer had been brought to the front and 'encouraged' to pay more attention it was Jackie's turn. She gave an audible gulp as her name was called, slipping from her chair and holding her pink dataslate up like a shield. With all eyes upon her she began her death march to the front of the class. Jackie licked her bone-dry lips nervously, looking down at the pad in her hands. The screen was woefully lacking in content; she hadn't even written a proper introduction. "M-my essay is... umm... about my family's colonial history." she stalled, mind racing, hurriedly trying to work out if she could mimic Simon's emotional collapse to wriggle out of her situation. Miss Farrell caught the girl's attention with a loud clearing of the throat. "Jackie? Just take a deep breath and read from the pad. Take your time and don't worry about how well you read it. Just read aloud." "'kay." She sighed. There wasn't much to read. "E-Ego Requiro Solus Unus Sagittae. Those words... umm... that motto is one my family carried with them into space..." she staggered on for a few more sentences before the teacher put her out of her misery. With the simple extension of a hand Miss Farrell requested the girl's pad to read herself. She looked upon it for the merest fraction of a second. "Jackie Romanov, this is simply not good enough! You've had plenty of time to work on this and you've done virtually nothing!" The Penny girl seemed to be trying to make herself shrink. "I-I-I tried my best!" "You did no such thing!" The reply was punctuated with the dull, wooden sound of the classroom paddle leaving the table's surface. "Fetch that chair here." Jackie's face was red with shame as she dragged the tall-backed wooden chair into full view of the class. Miss Farrell took her seat and waited impatiently as Jackie lowered her panties and lifted her skirt. Through the corner of her eye she caught site of Danny's gleeful smirk; it felt like she'd been stabbed in the chest. "Over my lap at once!" the teacher barked, losing patience with the dawdling girl.

Face down over the teacher's lap, Jackie received no warning that the spanking was about to begin. The teacher's paddle connected sharply with her backside, causing her to yelp and her whole body to twitch at the strike. It was followed instantly by another, then another; the teacher delivered the punishment swiftly and without mercy, following her initial "shock" smacks with a slow, methodical spanking of the thighs and slowly working up from there. "STO-O-O-OP!" Jackie's plea went unheeded; all Penitatas learned very quickly begging for mercy brought them none, but that rarely stopped them. "You WILL learn to DO your HOMEWORK on TIME!" Miss Farrell punctuated her statement with swats from the paddle, each of them delivered with a precisely chosen amount of force; enough to hurt like hell, but not enough to do any actual damage. Not that Jackie appreciated that in the slightest - she wailed like a banshee throughout. The punishment was over relatively quickly - the teacher gave a swift glance toward the clock and ordered Jackie to go stand in the corner. For the rest of the lesson the class discussed, briefly, what it meant to them to be a citizen of Icara, and were encouraged to think further on this topic because it 'might' be looked into in more detail later in the day.

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Though the winter chill still remained, it was a surprisingly pleasant day. As per usual, the social cliques and friend circles began to drift together to relax and unwind. Jas and Vaahn's grouping drifted toward the grass football pitch. The nets were missing; the school only put them up for official sporting events. Jackie was slow to join the group that day, dawdling on account of her personal discomfort and misery. Lost in her own little world, she barely noticed Danny and his friends until she'd walked into them. "Hey, careful Little Miss Tantrum!" Danny cried out. Jimmy and Hiike, the latter a Drakonian, both laughed callously. "Get lost." Jackie mumbled, trying to step past. Hiike blocked her way. Danny gave the girl his trademark impish grin. "You know, for a moment I thought you were going to wet yourself again." The girl's face froze in horror. The two henchmen both looked to their leader with interest. "Oh, didn't I tell you? At Christmas I got to watch Jackie's switching, and she went and pissed herself! All over the living room carpet!" The trio burst into fits of laughter, catching the attention of those close enough to overhear. Jackie once more surrendered to hysterics. "You bastard!" she shrieked. "You fucking bastard!" Her attempt to hit Danny backfired. Vaahn was suddenly between them, clutching her fist in his hand. "Run." He growled. "Go inside." Jackie squawked something unintelligible, threw off Vaahn's grip and ran crying toward the school building, with the taunting of bullies chasing her every step of the way. "That's right, run!" Danny laughed. "Run and find a diaper before you wet yourself again!" Vaahn span around sharply. "Leave her alone!" he growled. "Leave her alone or you and I are going to have one hell of a falling out!" "What? She your girlfriend now?" The boy taunted. "I mean it. Drop it." "I bet your little foxy bitch will be jealous!" For a moment it looked as though Vaahn was going to punch Danny, but instead he held his anger back. Slowly, suggestively, Vaahn's face split into a knowing grin. "Oh Danny... poor, sweet Danny..." "What?" Danny nervously backed away from the Kyyreni boy's twisted grin. "You poor thing!" Vaahn cooed, reaching out to run a hand down Danny's cheek, which was fiercely smacked away. "Listen, I know things are hard right now but don't worry; someday a big, strong man like me will come along and make you his little woman. Just be patient, sweetheart." Danny responded by delivering a blinding smack across Vaahn's face. The Kyyreni boy reeled backward, muzzle stinging from the blow. Before Danny could act further he caught Hiike's look of terror out the corner of his eye and turned to follow his gaze. One of the teachers on playground duty was approaching. "Aww shit!" Danny whined, surrendering to the teacher. His friends promptly abandoned him to his fate. "Nicely done." Jas said as he walked over to join Vaahn. Vaahn gave a slight nod in return. "Went about as well as could be expected." "I'm really proud of you." Jas stepped a little closer, taking Vaahn's hands as subtly as possible. "I'm glad you're taking your lessons to heart." The Kyyreni boy stifled a chuckle; there was a mischievous glint in Jas' eye. "Just how 'glad' are you, exactly?" "You'll find out tonight." Jas whispered, breaking the contact and hurrying away. With a quick lick of his lips and a warm smile at what is to come, Vaahn trotted off after the Aspatrian.

The two boys found Simon stood outside the girl's toilets. All three boys could hear the exchange inside, though they couldn't make out the specifics. "Jackie?" Rebecca called out, slowly moving to stand outside the only occupied stall. "Go away!" the occupant sobbed back. "Jackie... I heard what Danny said. We all did." "I know! The whole school knows!" Several heartfelt sobs followed. "You should tell the teacher what happened." There was a sullen whine from beyond the door. "They'd just spank me as well if I did! They don't care!" After a thoughtful pause Becci answered, "I care. Your friends care. That must mean something, right?" The stall door opened to reveal a red-faced and wet-eyed Jackie Romanov. Becci took her hand gently and led her to the sink, where she helped wash her friend's face. "Come on, let's go explain what happened."

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"[I was looking for you yesterday.]" Vaahn paused to scowl at Ban. He was sore from an unannounced morning spanking his parents had given him ("so you don't get any ideas!" was his mother's explanation), and the torrential rain outside had soaked him to the bone despite his coat. "[I'm not in the mood for a fight, thanks.]" "[I wasn't looking for one.]" Ban answered, though his body language said otherwise. "[My father thinks we should 'make amends' for what happened.]" "[I need to get to class.]" Vaahn replied dismissively, shivering to dislodge some of the water in his fur and squelching off after Jas. There was a lot of commotion outside the room when the boys arrived. Curious, the two of them stepped inside to find Lucy in conversation with their teacher. Jackie was at her desk, slumped so low in her chair it looked as though she was trying to hide under it. When Danny entered both adults turned their attention to him at once. "Alright, everyone take their seats!" Miss Farrell announced. "Not you, young man. You I want front and centre!" Danny found himself stood facing his classmates with Lucy stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Good morning everyone. My name is Lucy Hawthorne and I am Jackie's mother." "Morning Miss Hawthorne." The class droned back dutifully. "I understand there was a little incident in the playground yesterday that most of you are now, thanks to this little boy, aware of. For those who are not aware, I'd suggest you curb your curiosity for now; you might not want to ask later." Danny found himself spun around so fast he almost lost his balance. Lucy brought herself down to his eye level and addressed him in her finest scolding voice. "You, little boy, are in a whole world of trouble! You humiliated my daughter, left her utterly distraught, and what's more you took pride in it! You enjoyed making her miserable! Well, perhaps it's only fair that the whole class gets to enjoy seeing you miserable!" The boy's pants were quickly brought to his ankles. Danny gave a terrified cry as he was up-ended and carried as Lucy sat down on the chair Miss Farrell had fetched from the corner. He was swiftly put over the woman's knee, hearing the gasp from the class as they caught site of what was to come. Their teacher had brought out not only the class paddle, but also a wooden-backed hairbrush and a thin, whippy switch. "I saw my mom cut that from the tree in our garden. I thought I was getting it." Jackie mumbled to the boy next to her. "You still might if you talk in class again." Lucy scolded, causing her daughter to sink into her seat like a startled turtle.

As had happened to Jackie the day before, the spanking began unannounced. It began with the hairbrush - a devilishly designed implement of Penitatas misery. Its front was full of sharp metal bristles made for punishing Drakonians, whilst the back was in essence a small paddle. Veteran Penny's debated whether it was worse than a normal paddle or not, due to the fact that it could be swung faster and harder and focused the pain into a smaller spot. Danny was not in the mindset to give his thoughts on the matter. He personally HATED the hairbrush, and was writhing and squirming under the furious barrage of smacks landed against his backside. Lucy worked each cheek one at a time, delivering four swats dead centre of each buttock before moving to the other. It was an unconventional technique, and one that the boy was not prepared for. "Owowowow!" Danny's cries turned swiftly to tears as the rapid-fire spanking continued. By the time Lucy finally relented there were two glowing circles on the boy's rear; patches of thoroughly punished flesh surrounded by untouched skin. "It's a good start, but I think we need to add a lot more colour to those cheeks..." now came the class paddle, brought down HARD into the middle of each cheek, the default opener. Danny arched his back and screamed. Several of the class winced in sympathy, realising that the hairbrush had been used solely to make those opening swats infinitely worse. From there, it was business as usual; hard swats beginning at the top of the buttocks, working all the way down to the knees and then back again. Lucy worked with mechanical precision, never slowing or tiring in her work. Several of the class knew of the woman by reputation; her impressive stamina and bionic limbs meant she was one of the most unforgiving parents a Penny could have. Playground legend claimed she could spank a child for half an hour and every swat would be just as terrible as the first. "I'm OW s-OW-orr-EEEEEE!" the wailing went apparently unnoticed by Lucy. The paddle was making its third circuit now, and sure enough there was no sign of relenting. Danny kicked and thrashed and screamed, utterly helpless to protect himself from his well-earned spanking. A fourth course with the paddle killed any hope of resistance, leaving him limp and exhausted; eyes closed, Danny wailed at the little pool of tears, snot and spittle on the floor below him. "I think that will do." Lucy announced at last, placing the paddle back on the table behind her. The young boy's bottom was practically glowing, the stern woman having paddled red every inch of flesh that the court permitted her to. The centre of each cheek, having been well tenderised by the hairbrush first, was noticeably purple. The Penny did not protest as the teacher lifted him from Lucy's lap. She stood him on his feet and raised his arms into the air, forcing him to stand upright. With a sudden panic rising in his chest, Danny squirmed around to see Lucy fetching the thus far unseen switch from the table. "Oh no!" The boy wailed, squirming and fighting the teacher's grip. "P-please no! I'm s-sorry! I'm sorr-OWWWW!" The boy's whole body trembled as the switch bit home, delivered with practiced skill in a manner that was bound to leave a very visible mark. It was the first of twenty such strikes, delivered all across the spanked areas of his bottom and legs. Danny had cried himself hoarse long before it ended, and the final strike across the most bruised area of his rear broke his voice altogether, leaving him utterly spent. He gulped and hiccupped and blubbed for some time after, left stood in full view of the class while he tried to calm himself down and become accustomed to the burning in his rear. Lucy moved the stool back to the corner and put away the implements, returning the hairbrush to her purse and tucking the switch under her arm. "I'm very glad you agreed to this, Miss Farrell." She said as she passed. "I'm sure it'll do my little girl a world of good knowing bad Penny's like Danny get what they deserve." "It's quite alright. I think it will be a valuable lesson for everyone." With that, she scanned the faces of the rest of the class, noting just how alert and attentive they were striving to be. "Alright class, why don't we get on with our work now that our guest has left? I think, given the occasion, we should continue by discussing how the Penitatas justice system has evolved from its inception..."

The children were kept busy for the remainder of the day, with their afternoons filled with their own individual fields of study. When the home bell finally rang, Vaahn wasted no time in voicing his annoyance at the 'pure theory' approach to his engineering modules. Jas had decided to learn more about his homeworld of Aspatria, though what he'd seen thus far had left him appalled. The two boys stalled by the main doors of the school, waiting for Jackie and Rebecca to catch up. "You think Danny will keep his mouth shut from now on?" Jackie asked as she caught up. "Not likely." Vaahn replied. "He'll steer clear for a while, but it'll be business as usual before long." "Oh..." Jackie seemed at a loss for what else to say. "Bullying is a part of school life." The Kyyreni boy added. "You just have to accept it and move on." They said their goodbyes to one another, eager to be home and free of their rigid and unsympathetic school. The boys walked home with their mother, hand in hand and talking quietly about nothing in particular. Another year was rolling out ahead of them, full of promises of things to come, good or ill. As they walked, each given comfort by the simple tactile contact of the other, both boys felt confident that there would be more of the former than the latter; their long-shyness toward rekindling their old partnership was thawing like the winter frost, and for the first time in decades both began to feel that life was returning to normal at long last.