Most children look forward to their birthday, a day of joy and presents while surrounded by friends and family. 
However for certain children enrolled into the Penitatas system, it was a day of pain and misery, something to dread and fear. This cruel and unfortunate fate awaited a young mouse girl, a petite white child of nine who had been sentenced to four terms spanning the ages of eight to twelve for space piracy.

She had never expected to be captured, she had been so careful with her plans, even more so with who she brought into her crew. In the end,all of her planning was for naught as a Federation spy had managed to worm his way onto the ship, relaying information on a raid she had been planning, and when the captain arrived to the planet,a blockade was waiting for her.

So ended the tyranny of Captain Seir, the terrible pirate reduced to a child housed in the care of parents, who had the authority to raise her under the strict regulations of the council.
She had been under their care for a year, and while the fate of a black ‘P’ penitatas was harsh, her new parents were kind and loving, providing her with a safe home and for the first time in her life,people she could trust and rely on.
It wasn’t always the case for her, Seir naturally rebelled against her new lot in life. 
While the regressing process did revert the mind and body to the capacity of their new age, it did nothing to remove the memories of their past life.
Seir couldn’t accept the fact that she was to go from ruling a sizeable amount of the galaxy, to being a powerless child,subjected to the will of her parents and the Council. It took roughly six months of strict enforcement of the rules, numerous punishments, her least favorite being mouth soaping for cursing and hateful words.

Once she had it hammered into her that she was going to suffer consequences for her actions, she turned sullen and quiet, at which point the love and tenderness of her parents wormed their way into her icy heart, and healed the pain of being a slave during her first childhood, used and abused by countless people until she took power into her own hands, making her way to the nearest thing to freedom and safety she could find.

She learned with her parents a new,more wholesome type of freedom, the safety and love of a family that loved and cared for her, a brilliant and curious girl was able to emerge. 
Her life hadn’t been as harsh as most in her situation received, her parents adhered to the rules, but there was always aftercare whenever she was punished, whether it be something as simple as cuddling with her, or giving her a small treat to soothe her.

Unfortunately today would not be one of those days, the guidelines when it came to birthdays were in no way unclear, and as the petite mouse slumbered peacefully, her parents were standing outside of her room.

They were a red panda couple, named Aleric and Loryana. 
Aleric was stern, but gentle and full of humor, his love of technology and gadgets was something shared with his adoptive daughter. He was a tall and bulky man, broad arms and legs supporting a frame equally as massive, a large belly that was deceptively solid. 
It was as if a boulder had been given fur and a bushy tail, a pair of half moon glasses adorned his snout, as he brushed his long black hair from his face. “We have to get started soon, the guests are going to be here shortly.” He whispered to his wife.

Loryana nodded sadly as she watched their child sleeping soundly.
She was a petite woman, coming up to her husband’s chest, soft slender curves graced her body and long silvery white hair cascaded down her back. She was by far the softer of the two, she knew that all of Seir’s punishments were necessary to teach her valuable lessons, but to be so horribly disciplined on her birthday left an aching pain in the motherly panda’s heart. “I know honey it’s just...She’s grown so much this past year, she’s such a sweet girl now and we’re rewarding her with this?”

Aleric sighed softly, he shared his wife’s pain, but it had to be done. “Do you want me to do it?”
Lory shook her head. “No no, I should do it.” She gave her husband a brief kiss on the lips, wiping at a tear running down his cheek. “Let’s get his over with.”



Lory gathered up the instruments she was to use with hesitation. 
She had grown so close to her daughter, reading Seir stories at bedtime. Taking her shopping with her, and sneaking her small treats here and there, but the gift she was bringing the poor girl today would not be well received.
She set down a hairbrush, several paddles and switches by the bed and pulled the covers off the bed, grabbing hold of Seir’s ankles and pulling up her legs, baring her naked rump from underneath her nightgown.

Seir was small,as her species tended to be, roughly three and a half feet tall, with a thin pink tail rivaling half that length. White fur covering a skinny body, the only pudge on her restricted to her belly and bottom.
Beautiful amber colored eyes gave her an adorable wide-eyed expression, though they were soon to be filled with tears.

Her legs being yanked up stirred Seir from her sleep with a squeak of terror, unsure what was happening until she felt the sharp slap of her mother’s paw against her backside.
The sting jolted her awake with a yelp, as she naturally tried to squirm away. “Oww! What did I do!?”
She didn’t receive a verbal response, only another hard smack to her bottom, making her howl and squirm again.
The grip on her ankles tightened as her mother ordered her to hold still, each strike rattling through her small body.
The pain and aching in her bum brought her a bit of clarity, realizing what day it was, and just what was waiting for her. “No Mommy,please don’t!” Her pleading fell on deaf ears as the spanking continued on, steady smacks,perfectly timed to renew the stinging just as it was fading.

Since she was to be turning eight today, each spanking was for eight each, which might not seem like much until the instruments that were to be used became apparent, with the next one coming into play.



A hard, oak hairbrush, normally to be running through Seir’s hair, it was now applied to her bottom with harsh force.
The stiff wood rippled her cheeks,already flushed red with handprints.
The impact was sharper, more focused than the broad stroke of a hand, leaving a deep ache that had poor Seir crying and thrashing as best she could, despite the tight grip on her ankles.

Loryana sighed softly. “Seir if you don’t hold still, you’ll only add on more swats than you’re already getting today. I know it hurts, but if you keep wriggling around, I could miss and hit something I don’t want to.”
The clap of the hairbrush continued, alternating between each cheek, leaving circular red prints that flushed through Seir’s soft white fur. Each howl and scream tore at her heart, but she held firm and did her duty, not just to the Council,damnable bastards that they were,but also to her daughter. All of this was meant to teach her a lesson for her crimes, and raise her to be a better person.

Seir whimpered and cried as the brush laid it’s last swat down, and the grip on her ankles was released, her legs falling limply to the bed as she tried to rub the ache away. She could see her mother staring at the instruments she still had left, her heart sinking when she was such nasty things as a nursery cane and blistering paddle.

Lory grabbed her regular paddle, another oak construct, about a foot in length, and across the face had Seir’s name on it. She sat down on the bed, biting her lip as she willed up the courage to continue. “Come here Seir, stand in front of me.”
Her daughter obeyed,shifting from one foot to the other, tiny paws clasping her poor bottom. “Arms up babygirl.” Lory grabbed the hem of her nightgown, tugging it up over her head,leaving her completely bare, which she had to stay as throughout the whole ‘party’. 
She gave a soft sigh and pat her lap, Seir hesitating for a moment before obeying and crawling across her lap, her tail being pinned to her back by her mother’s hand.



The wait for the first strike to land seemed like an eternity to the cub, but sure enough it came, the heavy thud nearly knocking her off her mother’s lap. This was a far different pain than the brush, sure it still stung like the dickens, but it seemingly flattened her perky rump, leaving the beginning of what were sure to be some nasty bruises by the end of the night.
Her legs kicked and flailed as she started screaming, her nails clawing at her mother’s pants as that evil tool enacted it’s toll on her poor rear, each smack eliciting another screech of pain, tears streaming down her face as her cheeks started to swell into a deep purple from the steady abuse.

Lory was quick to cast aside the paddle as soon as she finished, but while her resolve was still intact she grabbed the other paddle that lay at her feet, the blister paddle. It was roughly the same size as Seir’s personal one, however a bit thicker with holes bored through the face,roughly an inch wide from one end to the other.

Seir was given a brief reprieve to catch her breath, sobs choking in her throat         as she lay limply over her mother’s lap. Already her bottom was a ball of burning, stinging ball of pain, but she knew there was still more to come.
She could still remember the birthday party she had attended two months ago, held by friends of her parents.
Soobi and Aqua were a rather unusual parenting unit, given that the otters were siblings. The both of them shared ownership of Amadeus Technologies, a company that was the head in supplying nano-lotions, and other nanobyte technologies in their quadrant of the galaxy.

While it was an important job to run a company, most of the work was alternated between the siblings, or done from home, as they had their own daughter to take care of.
Hazel was a female bat that had been arrested for murder, serving a hard sentence of four cycles of ages six to twelve.

It was a delicate case, since the man she had murdered was put on trial for the murder of her husband, but had walked free due to insufficient evidence.
Hazel was quiet and a bit reserved, but had opened up after two years with her parents.

When the otters had moved into the same neighborhood as Aleric, and Lory, the couples had become fast friends, so naturally they were invited to Hazel’s birthday party, bringing Seir along with them.
The party was enjoyable enough for the parents and guests, but all Seir could remember was Hazel’s howling as she was passed around the room for her punishments.
Now a little over five months later, it was Seir’s turn. She half hoped that Hazel would be there, to have a fellow penitatas who knew the pain that birthdays always brought, even if they wouldn’t be allowed to speak most likely.                                                        

Her brief little reverie was broken by a gentle rubbing at her back, her mother ready to continue. The little mouse took a deep breath and braced herself,knowing what was coming next.
The only warning Seir had to the oncoming strike,was that terrifying whistle of wind rushing through the blistering holes, and before she knew what happened, she felt a whole new pain.
She had received a blistering only twice, once on her rejuve day, then another occasion where she had broken several dishes in a temper tantrum. She remembered the painful welts that lingered for days without nano-lotion to heal her abused flesh.
She could only hope for such relief as the unforgiving paddle crashed against her bottom, those devious holes cupping her skin, and raising them into sore,tender bumps.

The first swing was bad enough, but the second was far worse,as the wood came in contact with the fresh blisters, eliciting wailing screams from the poor mouse.
If you listened closely, underlying the screeching of Seir came rather hard,emphatic thumping from the kitchen. Her father was chopping up some vegetable snacks for the party, his hands shaking with rage and grief, cursing the Council under his breath.

Lory was in a similar state,but her time to vent would have to come later, she didn’t dare lose control in the middle of Seir’s punishment.
She was cold and precise with her swings, each strike landing across her daughter’s backside, radiating fresh agony through Seir’s body.

Seir could feel the blisters and welts raising across her skin, only to be flattened and swelled anew with every harsh impact. All she wished for was it to be over, it was a cruel fate for a child to dread their birthday, yet Seir vehemently hated this day. She vainly hoped to be able to turn back time, not to prevent her crimes from ever happening, but to just avoid this day.

The final swat fell, and she was given another reprieve, her body slumping limply across her mother’s lap. She barely responded to the paw rubbing against her back, giving a whimpering groan of pain.
If she were able to conjure coherent thought in the swirling maelstrom of fear,anger, and pain, she would know that she only had the switch and cane left. Though even that wouldn’t have been a welcoming thought. She absolutely hated the switch, the whippy branch of willow was the tool her bottom was most familiar with.
Switches and canes were wielded by her teachers at school, but also her mother was a master of such a devious instrument.

She felt her mother shifting, and tightened her body, expecting to continue her punishment. However instead of being forced to stand for her switching, she felt something cool against her brutalized rump.