Julie's Painful Penny Sentence
 

Mike opened the door to his daughter's room. He sat on the bed and gently stroked her back. The small girl batted lazily at the sunlight as it came in through the window onto her face, mumbling in her sleep. She had kicked her covers off during the night, and now lay on her stomach wearing only a shirt and a pair of soft cotton panties that hugged her two bottomcheeks. And in the places it didn't cover could be seen some pink skin, evidence of the spanking she had gotten the night before. For she was a penny, and was condemned to several cycles of punishment for her crimes.

"Morning sweetie." Mike said, grabbing a few locks of her hair. "You need a haircut this weekend. Any longer and you'll be tripping over it."

Julie groaned and shifted around on her bed, opening her eyes with a yawn. “Do I need to?” She mumbled out, sitting up slowly and just staring forward as she tried to fully wake up, though part of her just wanted to go back to sleep

"Yes you do." Mike said as he stood and laid out her new school uniform for her first day. Julie had been his penny for a month now, which meant she was now expected to know the rules well enough that she would behave herself even when her parents weren't around. Which meant that the six-year old could now be sent to school.

Of course this wouldn't be any old school with voluntieras, mediclos, and certainly no kindern (who penitatas were never allowed to speak or in any way interact with unless specifically ordered to by an adult). This was penny school, which meant it would be very strict. She would be spanked by her teacher for any infractions of the many rules, and then spanked again at home by bother her Mommy and Daddy.

Julie slowly stood up, albeit shakily, stretching and letting out a yawn. She had dark hair with a distinct silver stripe. She took off her shirt and reached to start getting dressed in her uniform. “Can I at least keep my silver?” She asked, a finger tracing the strange, but natural color she spoke of.

"Maybe, if you're good." Her Daddy told her as he helped her dress. Once done he took her hand and led her downstairs to breakfast. "Mommy will be waiting when you get out of school to hear all about your day."

Julie’s tummy rumbled. “Is school any harder than it was when I was an actual kid? Or is what I learn the same?” She asked as she blushed, hearing her stomach growl. The girl was understandably anxious about school as a Penny, but was trying her best to stay calm. Which, being six, was hard.

"First they'll work on your writing, then they'll see what kind of classes you might want to take." Daddy explained. "Of course standards are high. Anything less than a 95% on an assignment means a spanking."

Julie shuddered at that. “Why am I not surprised?” She muttered to herself, her hands rubbing at her bottom subconsciously. The worst part was she wasn’t too great in school growing up to begin with. Sure, she usually passed, but alot of the time she passed by just enough to get by, she didn’t ace everything she did.

"At least you don't have to go it alone. Your friends will be there with you and so will we, to offer all of the help we can." He reminded her as they exited the stairs. Her Mom, Sara, was already in the kitchen eating. "Better hurry, don't want to miss your bus." The blond woman told Julie.

Julie nodded and went in to eat, stretching a bit. “And I better not think of cheating on anything.. granted, I didn’t even do that to begin with.” She said, partly just thinking out loud as she sat at the table and started eating.

After breakfast Julie was sent out the door with her backpack to the nearby bus stop. Her parents had no fear she would try to run, the chip in the impossible to remove black collar all penitatas were fitted with around their necks made them easy to track.

"Hey Julie." A voice greeted her from behind. It was Max, her friend from next door. He was a dark-haired 6-year old boy, serving a sentence of 10X5 to 10 for heroin smuggling. Already on his fourth cycle of hard time, his caseworker was trying to get his sentence declared unduly harsh, but so far with no success. Having been in the system for so long, he took it upon himself to help out new pennies so their sentences could go smoothly with them getting themselves in more trouble.

Julie groaned quietly as she waited at the bus stop, twirling the silver strand of hair as she waited on the bus. She hated that she had to relearn all the running she used to do, but muscle memory is a bitch. As she heard Max call out to her, she glanced in his direction and nodded in response as she stifled a yawn. “I’d prefer running to school if it wouldn’t make me late.”

"No way." Max shook his head. "They'll think you're trying to run away. We're lucky we even get to be by ourselves at this bus stop." He looked up at the sound of footsteps and waved at a freckle-faced red-haired little penitatas. "Hi Suzy!"

Suzy waved in response, grumbling to herself as she rubbed her rear. Suzy was a Y-rep, having once been a man named Steven before becoming a penitatas. He had been a penny parent, who was found to be molesting his penitatas. It had been quite a scandal, with many questioning how someone like that made it through the screening process. As such his sentence had been Y-repression and 9X4 to 8. Suzy was now 6 years old and on her second cycle, and while she had made some progress, was no where near ready for completas.

“True. Especially in a case like mine where I was pretty good at evading people. It’s a good thing this isn’t the neighborhood I grew up in, ‘cause I’d be more tempted to try and run since I know that area and all its shortcuts.” Julie said after nodding to herself. She noticed Suzy approaching and felt briefly hesitant, but gave a short wave to her.

"My Mommy paddled me, to remind me to behave myself this time." Suzy said.

Max nodded and laughed. "Yeah, I remember last year on our first day of kindergarten. I couldn't believe you called the teacher that."

Suzy shrugged. "It was just a statement of fact that she was a total bi-"

Max covered her mouth with his hand, looking around. "Watch it! You want to get us in trouble?"

Julie froze. “Yeah, watch it. I’m still getting over the fact I can’t use my replacement words either. Don’t tempt me.” She said with a shiver, remembering how awful Penni soap was. She learned quickly to ditch her preferred words for things.

Suzy scowled as Max removed his hand, then looked as the bus arrived. "It's not fair. I already got a paddling, and now I'm gonna get another one from the teacher with you two."

Julie fidgeted as she saw the bus. “Consider it setting an example for the new girl..” she muttered as she started to board the bus.

One of the front seats was occupied by a girl of 7 years. She was asleep, with her left hand covered by her school bag and her left hand sporting the Penni P on it. Her bag had the ψ symbol on it, as well as her name, Katie.

(Up to you if Max knows her or not)

Max shook the girl's shoulder. "Hey, wake up Katie! They'll paddle your butt until their arm gets sore if you miss your first day."

Katie jolted awake as her shoulder was shook, her hand almost swinging toward Max out of reflex. Thankfully, she caught herself and stopped before she actually hit him, instead rubbing her forehead. The hand that had been covered by the bag had the same mark that her bag had, a contrast from the P on her other hand. “Could’ve just talked my shoulder..” she muttered as she let out a yawn. “I wasn’t going to miss anything, probably..”

Julie stared at the different symbols on Katie’s hands, tilting her head lightly. “Why are there two different marks? Never saw that before..”

"She's a psi penny." Max explained. "Her crimes weren't entirely her fault, so she gets it a little easier then a real penny."

Suzy huffed and crossed her arms. "Wish someone had told me all I had to do was tell the judge a sob story to get a lighter sentence."

Katie rolled her eyes and ignored Suzy’s remark. “Basically, according to doctors and the judge who was over my trial, I wasn’t in control of what I was doing due to abuse and trauma and whatever else. So, I’m part of the community of crazy kids.” She said with a shiver. “And don’t ask what happened.. I don’t like to talk about it. Last time a kid pried, I blacked out and woke up a few hours later. It wasn’t fun.”

Julie’s eyes went wide as she nodded quietly. She decided to sit next to Katie and gave a sheepish smile to Max as if to apologize for not sitting with him.

The bus went to a few more stops, taking on more penny kids. Most were understandably not looking forward to their first day of the school year, though the older ones and multi-cycles like Max and Suzy were taking it better. A few were crying and had to be dragged on by their parents, with one unfortunate little girl getting a quick but very hard bare bottom spanking from her Mommy right there for refusing to get on the bus.

The bus ride was largely uneventful aside from the driver himself spanking a student who tried to get off the bus at a stop. Upon arrival at the school, the sounds of a spanking could be heard. As the kids got off the bus, the scene found be seen clearly: Miss Terra, the school nurse and counselor, had an older Penni over her lap and was paddling her bare bottom for all to see. Nearby was another red-bottomed girl and judging by their clothes, they had been in a fight, hence getting paddled. As Terra paddled the sobbing girl, she looked up and saw Max and Julie getting off the bus.

Julie gulped as she saw Miss Terra, rubbing her bottom out of habit. Unbeknownst to her, Miss Terra was Max’s mommy.

Max gulped too. "Better hope you don't get sent to her. My Mommy spanks really hard." He looked at Julie. "She looks different in her staff uniform huh?"

Julie flinched. “Yeah.. I didn’t recognize her.” She said, watching as the paddling was finished and both Pennis stood against the wall with their hands on their heads. Both sets of cheeks were an even red and their skirts were pinned up in order to keep their bottoms on display.

"We'd better hurry." Max said as he urged her on along with Suzy and Katie towards the first grade classroom they had been assigned. Inside there were twenty small desks, each with a student's name on it.

Katie made her way to her desk, which had the Psy symbol on it, by the window. She sighed in relief as she sat down, giving compassionate glances to her trio of friends. Unlike them, Katie only got spanked when she acted out or got bad grades. There was also the first day of school spankings that they’d get in front of the class that Katie herself was exempt from.

Julie nervously rubbed the seat of her skirt as she went to her seat, shifting around as she sat on the uncomfortably hard wood.

The teacher walked in, ringing a small bell. She was a dark-haired woman in her 30s.

"Hello class, I'm Mrs. Lee." She began. "I recognize a few of you from your last cycles, but most of you are new. I'm sure you've been told the rules already, so..." She opened her desk, removing a paddle. "We'll start with the first cycles. Come up to the desk to introduce yourself to the class."

Julie gulped and looked between Max, Suzy and Katie before standing and heading to the front. As Katie mouthed a “good luck” to the first-cycle, she nodded and faced the class. “Um.. I’m Julie..” she says before detailing her crime and sentence. It was clear she was a bit afraid and nervous, but she managed to at least speak coherently.

Mrs. Lee grabbed Julie by the shoulders, lifting the little girl over her lap. She them pulled her uniform's skirt onto her back and tugged her panties to her knees. "Stealing is very wrong Julie. I hope you've come to realize that." She said, grabbing the paddle.

She raised the paddle high and took aim for the defenseless bottom presented to her. WHACK!

Julie let out a quiet squeak as she was grabbed and positioned, blushing as her little bottom was bared. Before she could say anything out of reflex, she felt the paddle crack against her cheeks, eliciting a loud yelp.

Mrs. Lee was an expert spanker and knew just how to pace herself so Julie felt each hard, burning paddle swat in addition to the roaring fire she was building in her bottom. Over and over again she brought the paddle down on her naked rear as she kicked and cried from the intolerable pain.

Julie howled as tears started to stream down her face, her legs kicking as the paddle continued its assault. She felt her small bottom turning pinker as time went on, but she was managing to keep her hands in front of her the whole time.

After thirty hard, burning paddle swats Mrs. Lee stood the crying little girl up, marched her to the blackboard, and pressed her nose to it. She then pinned up Julie's skirt to fully expose her spanked bottom.

Julie squirmed as she was led to the blackboard, mostly out of the pain in her butt, but also that being led was embarrassing for her. As she stood in place, sobbing loudly, she kept her hands pressed in front of her so she didn’t reach back.

Behind Julie more paddle swats could be heard as the rest of the first cycle pennies were spanked. Julie could still hear their names and sentences, mostly for crimes against property like she herself had committed, though there was one little boy in for armed robbery and a little girl serving time for kidnapping. After they were spanked the other first cycles were made to stand against the blackboard with their bottoms exposed just like she was.

After the last paddling Mrs. Lee made all the first cycle stand for another ten minutes, both to give the rest of the class a good long look at their spanked bottoms, and to give herself a chance to rest so the next round of paddling she had to give could be nice and hard.

"Alright first cycles, back to your seats." Mrs. Lee ordered. "Second cycle and beyond, come get in line."

Julie sobbed faintly as she made her way back to her seat. As she sat down, she let out a squeak and closed her eyes from the soreness pressing against the hard seat.

Katie glanced up as the next group lined up for their paddling. As grateful as she was to be allowed to sit out this ritual, she wouldn’t say it was worth all the things she went through. Though she still got her bottom spanked when she did something wrong, she often thought of how different she’d be if she was a Penni instead of Psy.

Max slowly approached his teacher. Ever after so many years as a penny it was still scary and intimidating when he was about to be spanked.

"My name is Max." He began. "I'm six and serving a sentence of 10X5 to 10 for heroin smuggling. This is my fourth cycle."

Mrs. Lee nodded and scolded the boy while she undid his pants and tugged his underwear to his ankles before pulling him over her lap. Ensuring his soon-to-be-red bottom was facing the class, she wasted no time in beginning to paddle his small cheeks.