I couldn’t believe it. I would soon be the proud mother of my very own hard-time peninata. It had taken awhile, but my husband Christopher and I had finally been approved. We would be picking up our daughter later in the day. . I just knew we would be able to help our little girl pay for her crimes and become a model citizen. I was so excited about my new daughter, that I nearly wrecked the hovercar on the way in. Fortunately, the other driver was paying attention and a disaster was averted. Chris couldn’t resist teasing me.

“That would have been good. You being the mother of a peninatas, and becoming one yourself.” I just glared at him. He gave a wicked little grin and said, “ Of course, I would enjoy getting to spank you all the time.” I just shot him a look. After we got to the center, he whispered in my ear before going inside. “Katharine, we will be having a little discussion tonight after we welcome our new daughter. Do I make myself clear?” I humg my head. I should have known my inattention would not go unpunished. “Yes, Christopher.”

The moment I saw little Sarah, my heart melted. She was a tiny girl of five with curly red hair done up in pigtails. I found it hard to believe that this adorable child could be guilty of stealing a hovercar and causing a major accident. Fortunately, no one had died, or else her sentence would have been much more severe. As it was she was sentenced to 6X5-9. My husband and I bent down to her level.

“Sarah, I’m Katharine Stewart , I’ll be your new mommy now. This is your daddy, Christopher. We’ll be taking you home now.” Sarah didn’t say anything as I took her hand. I figured the shock of the rejuvination had not quite worn off. I held her in my lap on the way home. Chris, unsurprisingly, insisted on driving home. When we arrived at the house, Sarah surprised me by asking a question.

“Mommy, are you and daddy goin to pank me now?”

“Yes, dear. You were very naughty to steal that hovercar. People could have died because of you.”

“I know. I deserve what I’m getting. I no like it though.”

I could hardly blame her there. Getting spanked wasn’t my idea of fun either. But enough of this. It was time to get down to business.

“Young lady, come over here and get over my lap.”

To her credit, she obeyed immediately. After I got her adjusted, I pulled her skirt up and proceeded to warm the seat of her panties. I didn’t scold; she already knew exactly why she was getting spanked. I merely concentrated on making her as uncomfortable as possible. After several minutes of this, I pulled her panties down. Sarah’s bottom was already a bright pink. I would do my best to darken the hue to red. Again I only concentrated on spanking. Sarah cried and squirmed like any naughty little girl. But I had no trouble controlling her. Surprisingly, though, she never tried to beg off. After I finished, I made her stand in the corner with her red bottom on display and her hands on her head. After thirty minutes, I let her out. Her daddy took her upstairs to give her a bath. After several minutes, i could hear the unmistakable sound of hairbrush hitting wet, bare bottom. I grimaced knowing that my own bottom would soon be on fire.

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