Juvenalas Penitatas
Lesson 3.5 – Rilka's School Day

After two days in sweaty, stinky clothes, Rilka was overjoyed to awake to the sound of running water. She was so giddy in her haste to reach the tub that her mother landed two good, hard smacks on each bare buttock, making the lizard go from giggly to whimpering in a few fierce seconds.
“You know better than that!” Liki scolded as she helped the cream-scaled rejuve into the bath.  Penitatas like Rilka – former adults reverted to childhood and placed in harsh households for a punitive upbringing – were forever bound by rules of conduct that forbade all but the most calm, gentle and mess-free activities, save where exceptions were given. Even for a girl who had been soaking in her own musky scent, all for the crime of laughing at her brother's misfortune, there could be no rushing.
Yet the harshness of her tone faded as soon as it emerged. “I'm not going to be able to walk you to school today, cream-cake. I've called for a Watchdog to take you.”
The soapy little girl wilted at the words. “Mooom! I hate those things!”
A furrowed brow put an end to the verbal complaining, but not the pout. “Is it just your morning tinkle you need?” Liki asked as a soapy cloth began scrubbing forcefully between the girl's thighs.
“Y-yes! Just a t-tinkle!” the words came out squirmy.
“Good. I don't have time to give you a smack for your attitude, so we can use that bladder against you. Finish scrubbing while I fetch some big girl pants.”
“I'm going to have to hold it all the way to school?” Rilka gasped. “But it's a half hour walk at least!”
“Of course you don't have to hold it! I'll send a mail to your teacher to have clean pants waiting.”
The bath was completed in grumpy silence. At least Talek was still asleep in the musky mess of sheets and pillows.
She was out, dried, and slipped into a pair of 'training pants'. Essentially diapers, but only made with wetting in mind. They had certain perks over the full-blown versions, namely being slimmer and less conspicuous. You could always spot a diapered Penny, but a 'training' Penny could slip by unnoticed sometimes, especially if fully dressed. As she was hurried downstairs to her waiting cereal, she dared to probe a little more. “Mom... I promise I'm not pouting and I won't beg or anything... can I ask the grade of what I'm wearing?”
Liki glanced over and smiled faintly. “Grade 2, dear.”
That brought a smile to Rilka's snout, and a happy little flick to the tail. Grade 2 training pants were 'high end' undergarments, designed to do all the stuff that made for good advertisements. As punishment pants went, they were the best... from her perspective at least!

She was still holding it in when the Watchdog rang. Liki made a last-minute check to ensure her daughter had everything she needed, and her coat was fastened properly, before ushering her out of the front door. Hovering six feet off the ground was a large, silvery egg bobbing on its side, with several glassy lenses around its circumference. Rilka looked straight up into the closest, and a half-second later the bot began to speak in a non-threatening, if slightly stilted male voice.
“Identity confirmed. Good morning, Rilka. I will be walking you to school today. Please present your wrists for restraining.”
She did as asked. A long metal cable snaked down from under the drone and slipped two wide loops over her wrists, which wound tighter until they were holding her firmly. “Please begin walking,” the drone said.
The girl glanced over her shoulder, giving an apprehensive smile to her mother, who blew a kiss. “Have as good a day as you can, cream-cake!” She did not say 'have a good day', because that would have been cruel. No Penny had a good day when school was involved.
Setting off as ordered, Rilka walked as a leisurely pace behind the drone. The sensor suite let it accurately read the motions of its 'captive' to ensure they moved relatively freely, though sharp tugs on the leash would be applied to keep them on path. Watchdogs were strong when they needed to be, and playground gossip insisted they could hoist a full-grown man into the air with ease!
With bladder bulging, Rilka was guided away from the beach and along the inland road. Passing the little store that tended the loose spatter of houses, the Watchdog soon turned for a narrow footpath flanked on the seaward side by rough wasteland, and the inland side by a well-kept grass verge, beyond which was a designated transit lane for vehicle traffic. Virtually all of the cars, buses and lorries were hover-capable and could safely fly over the heads of cyclists and pedestrians, but it was still considered proper for foot traffic to keep to their designated paths... and doubly so for a penitatas!
“Watchdog... how long until we get to school?” Rilka asked the floating egg.
“At your current pace you will arrive at school in approximately forty minutes,” the machine answered. It could be much more precise than that, but the programmers had clearly felt 'organic' answers would be better received.”
Rilka accepted the answer with a nod. “Yeah, thought so.” Well, there was nothing else for it. “Watchdog, please stop.” The girl stopped walking as she made the request. The machine also halted. In truth, it would have stopped even if she stayed silent, but everything she said or did while leashed was recorded; a little bit of good manners never hurt anyone.
“Rilka, you are required to walk. Failure to comply may be met with punishment.”
The penny girl bowed her head. “I'm peeing,” she announced, and let her bladder go.
There was a talent to wetting on the move, if you were of a mind to do it; you squirted out a little bit, wait for it to be soaked up, and repeat. But the girl was in no mood for that, and assured by her mother of the quality of the pants she decided to just bite the damp bullet and let it all out in one gushing go. A warm wetness spread beneath her, enveloping her inner thighs and riding her loins, tickling the base of her tail and damply cupping her mound. It may have been meant as a punishment, but Rilka couldn't quite suppress the soft crease of her eyes, nor did she try to suppress the naughty grin that grew upon her creamy snout. She couldn't help but wonder if the yellow stream gushing from between her thighs might overwhelm the capacity of her training pants... and a part of her almost wanted that to be the case!
A content little sigh escaped the eight year old's lips. “Okay, done peeing!” she announced, chipper and playful as she set off at a more brisk pace than before. It would take a few minutes for the lingering wetness to soak into her pants, and her dirty hope-slash-fear was in part granted; a mild dampness lingered right beneath her slit for the entire walk, her pants having taken in all the piss they could.

The Watchdog trundled along silently until the countryside became low-density urban surrounds once more. The school wasn't far inland – nothing in Northrock was – but sheltered from the shore by other buildings and risen earth it felt almost like a totally different town. Only the faintest tang of salt and sea-rot lingered.
Once she was through the front gates, the Watchdog let her go and trundled off to its charging port. Rilka allowed herself a moment to look around in the hope of seeing a friendly face, and sure enough another Watchdog came bumbling along with another scaley girl in tow. “Lusu!” Rilka called out happily.
“Hey!” the girl called back. She was eight, like Rilka, and her colours were a mix of browns and beige; all splotchy and messy, but endearingly so. As soon as she was off the leash, Lusu hurried over to fall into step beside Rilka. “How was your morning?”
Rilka giggled. “Wet! Almost overwhelmed a Grade 2 on my way in!”
“Kinky!” Lusu laughed. “I got punished for existing this morning,” she added, which was her way of referring to the 'unearned' spankings all hard-time penitatas got. 
“What did you do to land it before school?” Rilka asked, mouth slightly agape.
“Not a clue,” an unexpected paw was offered, which Rilka accepted and squeezed. “Still in the 'bad class' are we?”
The joy drained from the cream-coloured lizard. “Yeah. At least until my next cycle... possibly until soft time.”
The confession made Lusu wince. “Not... trying to overstep a boundary, but you must have been one hell of a bad girl to land that!”
“Yeah, I was,” Rilka's smile returned as she studied her friend's scaley face. “Not trying to overstep myself, but... I watched the news before I turned myself in.”
Lusu raised her paws in surrender. “Your past is your own. Sorry.”
Rilka nodded. “Same with yours. But... I'll tell you someday. I promise.”

Her friend taken from her, Rilka made for her appointed class. The 'bad class', as it were, was a place no Penny ever wanted to be. She halted at the door and the scanner gave a bleep of recognition, sliding aside to grant access. Inside were a dozen penitatas, most of whom were here on the regular, but there was one new face; a six year old boy who looked about ready to wet himself with fear. Rilka wandered over and gave a polite smile. “Hey... this is my spot.”
“S-sorry!” he yelped, scrambling out of the desk in a panic.
“Easy! It's fine, really. Are you here for good or just temporary?”
“All week,” he whined.
Rilka failed to suppress a flinch. “Bad luck, kid. Take that desk, nobody sits there.”
Settled into her usual spot, on the left side of a semi-circle of seats, Rilka mentally braced herself for the day ahead.
First port of call was the introduction. The penitatas rose as one and chorused, “Good morning, sir!” as their teacher entered. He was an unusual breed on Halkat; not a Karrian at all, but a more furred sort of sapient. Pointed, draconic ears swept back over a skull of messy hair the colour of rust, or dried blood, that ran down his spine. Black spines sprouted from beneath that thin trail of hair. Sharp, vivid green eyes snapped about as he walked, contrasting the short, bone-white fur that covered much of his body. This was Mister Titus, a Rofarian from some Terran-aligned planet or another. Many on Halkat saw the Terran Confederation as soft... but not a single soul alive would dare utter such things in earshot of Mister Titus!
“Good morning, class,” the Rofarian said as he settled behind his desk. A furry paw gestured to the timid youth. “We have a new arrival today. A boy who was put into my class because he was 'disruptive'. What happens to disruptive youths in my class?”
All eyes wandered upward along the rack of disciplinary tools kept behind Titus' desk. Near the bottom were entry-level paddles, but at the very top were heavy boards drilled with blistering holes. The handles of those were worn with use.
The sinewy male turned to study his collections. His voice was soft, but venomous all the same. “Master Hato, you are right to be terrified. I am not kind to my charges at the best of times, but your presence here I find especially distasteful. The reason you are here is because you have failed to take the oh-so-subtle hints delivered by my colleagues. Today, I am going to teach you a hard lesson indeed; in this room, normal limits are suspended. I am empowered to blister you, and I will. There is nothing you can do to escape that fate...” he turned then, slow and snakelike, to fix his gaze upon the little boy that was now bawling at his desk. “All you can do is earn a little mercy, and receive fewer than the maximum I am permitted to inflict.”
He left the boy sobbing, though not a finger had been placed upon his scale. Rilka was the next in line. “Something to say, Miss?”
The girl's lip trembled as she answered. “I w-wet myself on the way to s-school, sir!”
“Well done.”
“P-please... may I have my p-pants changed?”
A thin smile spread across his draconic muzzle. “Changed? But you enjoy walking around with pants laden with piss. You were laughing about it with your friend earlier.”
Rilka let her head hang, accpeting her fate. It wasn't so bad, she reasoned, but-
“You can have a clean pair later. Doubtless I'll be pulling your pants down soon either way,” Titus finished.

The first lesson of the day passed calmly for all but one penitatas in the class. Hato was put over the desk and introduced to an eight-year-old's blistering paddle. The nude little tyke was left to scream out his agony in the corner, with special sound baffling systems put there to keep the noise from disrupting the rest of the class. The subject was a rehashing of 'core knowledge', something that everyone was supposed to know inside and out, which just meant failure was dealt with harshly. There was even a little quiz at the end, which saw all the rejuves heads down over papers, scribbling furiously.
“Time!” Titus called. Papers were collected and quickly scanned with his sharp, green eyes. He shuffled the papers, then began making quick notes before returning them, beginning at the far end of the circle from Rilka.
“Nineteen,” he announced. The quiz was out of twenty, but that was fine – Titus never, ever gave full marks. Even if you got everything right, he'd mark one wrong. He had explained why several times. “A penitatas is, by their nature, wrong. Wrong in judgement, wrong in character, wrong in action. You cannot be 'right' until that mark is scoured from your paws. Thus, you can only ever come close... hence, at best, a mark shy.”
“Nineteen,” Titus said again. “Nineteen. Nineteen...”
He was slowing. Every Penny who had yet to get their paper back began to tense in their seat, holding their breath and clenching the sides of their desks tight.
“Nineteen...” a gasp of relief. “...Nineteen...” another.
Rilka began to cry. She knew it was her he was coming for. Her paper was carefully slipped beneath her bowed head, where it caught her tears. The number '19' blurred beneath the droplets... but there was a circled answer. A genuine 19. She had got something wrong! “Apology accepted,” Titus said in response to her grief. “But mercy is not granted. To the front of the class, Miss Rilka.”
The little cream lizard padded to the desk. She needed no instructions, having witnessed and endured more than enough harsh discipline to know what was expected. Her trousers were lowered, revealing the dampened undergarment, which drew a titter from one of the Pennys. Titus calmly popped the adhesive strap above her tail and let the soiled garment fall down, taking the time to lift her legs clear and toss the dampened 'trainer' aside. “Up higher, little miss,” the Roferian said, planting Rilka on her stomach and tugging her tail up.
The first caress was with a wet wipe, for the teacher still had a duty of care. She would at least be clean for whatever hell was to follow.
Titus took station beside his arsenal of pain. This too was part of the game; his paw hovered at mid height, just in front of a heavyweight 'age nine' paddle. Rilka fixed her gaze upon it, and while it would normally be something to be feared and hated, now she begged for it. “Please,” she whispered. “Please just use that...” her stomach twisted into a knot as the paw moved up... and wandered sideways.
“Yes, I think a strap is just what this girl needs,” he declared, fingers caressing a thick tail strap. But they didn't stop there, moving up again to the next worse implement. The entire class was now painfully anxious as the strap came free of the wall; the Drakon-tongue. A long piece of black leather, broken at the end in two and narrowed to stinging points.
“Nooo! Not that! Ple-ease not tha-a-at!” Rilka wailed as the teacher stepped around behind her once more, his strong left paw pulling her tail up taut.
The Drakon-tongue sang through the air, hissing faintly until its broad, thick face slapped hard into Rilka's buttock. The tongues curled in, scouring two razor-thin lines down the inner side of the opposite cheek before biting to a halt in the crevice. Rilka threw back her head and howled at the harsh mix of sting and slap, yet the pain of the first lash had barely begun to dull when the second came down, this time used as a whip so that the long points alone made contact, stabbing two little marks into her backside and punching the needle points of pain deep through the soft scale and into the flesh beneath.
Titus continued to demonstrate his innovative mastery of the tool, alternating between stings and slaps, the latter of which would place shallower, but no more welcome stings of their own in odd and cruel places. Her outer thigh blossomed in an irregular line of v-shaped red marks, with a similar line of bites on the inner cheek of her rear. One especially cruel snap planted the stinging tongue square on the soft pucker of flesh beneath her tail, causing the girl's back to arch and drawing a shriek from her tear-soaked muzzle.
“Sto-o-op!” Rilka wailed, but it would do her no good. Red marks of irregular shapes and sizes blossomed across her rear, a few of the smaller, piercing strokes turning a deeper purple as the flesh beneath began to bruise. The last slap curled across her thigh, bringing those devil horns perilously close to her most sensitive of slits. That, at least, was a torture she evaded, if only by a hair's width. The recess bell rang while Rilka was slumped down and howling, Titus pausing mid-swing. “Hmm. Saved by the bell. Class dismissed! Rilka, remain as you are.”
The girl was in no mood to argue. She was hurting bone deep in places, burning across all of her rear, and was tired from the effort of crying so hard. Hato was tended to and sent away, leaving her alone with her hated teacher.

The Roferian, after returning the Drakon-tongue to its proper place, took a seat at his desk. His furred hands came to rest upon the cream-scaled paws of Rilka. “I w-w-wan' my m-momma'!” the girl howled into the desk.
“I know,” Titus answered softly. He paused, listening to Rilka cry as she squirmed on his desk, body in pain and mind awash with confused emotions. “You truly do miss your mother... did she not bring you to school this morning?”
“No-o-o!”
The Roferian claw moved to her head. “Hush, child. Cry out the pain, and let the memory of it sharpen your attentions. It is not like you to fall short of my expectations.”
The compliment, for that was surely how it was intended, did nothing to comfort the howling Karrian. He waited, calmly choosing the right moment to probe further. “It is not like your mother to leave you to the care of the Watchdogs... and you needed her, didn't you? A passing erotic thrill is no substitute for the warmth of a maternal paw. I think that is why you have failed today, yes? You are distracted by a loneliness unfamiliar to your morning.”
“S-she had to stay ho-ome because of T-Talek... my new b-brother.”
She looked up into the predatory smile of Mister Titus. “A 'brother' you are fond of, I think.”
The girl dared to slip off the desk, an act that brought no retaliation. “He's... a juvenalas.”
Titus cocked his head. “A... juvenalas?”
“He's here t-to scare him straight... and he's not c-coming to school yet.”
“Lucky him,” Titus replied with a smile. “But I think his presence is something of a poisoned chalice, yes? He provides company, friendship... and yet he draws attention away from you when you need it most. Have you not told your mother how much you need her?”
Rilka wiped her snout with her sleeve. “She knows I like her walking me.”
Titus shook his head. “No, I do not believe she understands the depth of your dependence. You will correct that.”
The girl simply nodded, unsure of what other reply was appropriate. Finished with his talk, the Roferian went to a set of drawers and unlocked one with a digital key. “What grade pants were you wearing?”
“G-grade two, sir.”
“Then we'll keep with those. Make sure you rehydrate, Miss Rilka. You seemed content to sit in a little dampness all morning, so as further punishment for your lack of attention you will continue to relieve yourself in your pants.” A jolt of fear ran through Rilka at the announcement, and as if sensing it the Roferian turned toward her. “Liquids only, Miss Rilka.”

Made decent again, and drinking as instructed, Rilka slowly began to feel better during the next leg of her day. Lunch time came not a moment too soon, for her attention was begging to strain. Lusu's jokes and playful banter helped ease the little lizard's soul, and she dearly wished with all her heart that the two could share a classroom. More precisely, Rilka wished she could share Lusu's classroom!
The back end of the day was unfortunate for another Penny, one who had not done as well as expected on her homework assignment. Her reward was a scaling set of paddles; a dozen hard smacks with a heavy 'age seven', which she was, followed by three weights of age eight paddles, and the lighter age nine. The poor green lizard howled all the more at the news her parents would be informed of her laziness.
The song of the home-time bell was the sweetest sound in the world. Rilka hurried to the front gates, tail swishing eagerly in anticipation of finally going home! But as she skidded to a halt, scanning the sea of faces in the courtyard, none of them matched that of her mother. A lead ball sat in her stomach as she shuffled toward the queue of penitatas by the security gate, and her eyes studied the notice board placed there. Sure enough, as the names cycled her name and identification number appeared. Whining softly, the one source of comfort came from a surprise attack.
“Heya!” Lusu cried, releasing the hug as quickly as it was performed, for it drew a sharp glare from the nearest teacher. “Walking home buddies?”
“I guess,” Rilka moped.
“Oh come on! It's not so bad... is it?”
“I just really want my mom, that's all. It was a bad day.”
“They're all bad days,” Lusu sighed. “Only worse for you, I guess. Be brave, yeah? The worst part's over, and there's going to be a hot meal and a warm bath in your future!”
Rilka gave a half-hearted smile. “I guess.”
“There you go! Shall we try and walk together? Come on, wait with me a minute...”
The pair let some of the other 'walkers' clear out before stepping up, deliberately finding two Watchdogs idling together. The girls were scanned, and as best they could they timed their actions so they were both leashed and set off together. The heavy clouds promised rain to come, and the machines responded to the lower light by shining torches on the floor.
“Away we go!” Lusu laughed as the pair fell in side by side. “Come on, girl! Walkies!”
“Shall we make it kinky walkies?” Rilka asked, smiling more like her old self.
“Oooh! Still in diapers?”
“Mhmm! And the tank is full!”
Lusu laughed out loud. “Oh the things you do to avoid being bored on your walks! Go on then, let her rip!”
“On it!” Rilka answered, slowing her pace a little so it was easier to steer the flow. She had to go in spurts, timing her releases to her motions. Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.
“Are you doing it?” Lusu asked, casting glances at her crotch.
“Yes, can't you tell?”
A giggling reply came back, “Nope! You're a master of stealthy peeing, Rilka!”
The girl had a warm glow back inside her, one that was nothing to do with the warm liquid quietly absorbing into her pants. A friend was a good substitute for a mother sometimes. Yet they could only walk together so far, and soon enough Lusu was steered along her own path to the houses at the edge of the urban district, leaving Rilka to the long rural road.
“Bye, Rilka! See you tomorrow!” Lusu called as she was led away. “Have fun peeing!”
A blush formed at the public shaming, for there were a few strangers that heard the cry. Still, it came from a good place. The glow her pleasant company provided faded swiftly, however, as the lonely road stretched on ahead. It gave her time to stew, and thinking overmuch was never a good thing for a Penny. She was sullen by the halfway point, utterly miserable by the last leg, and all but crying of loneliness when her home came into view.

The ambling drone delivered her to the door, which opened as she made the final turn. Her mother strolled over to meet them in the street, accepting custody of her daughter back and steering her back indoors. “I got a message from your teacher, Mister Titus?”
Rilka barely suppressed a yelp of shock. “W-what about?”
“Well, he seems concerned that changes at home may have impacted you negatively. He felt your homework and classwork were not up to the usual standard.”
The girl's snout scrunched at the words. “I'm s-sorry, momma! P-please don't spank me! I've had an awful day and I-”
“Oh honey, no! Hush!” Liki put an arm around her fragile daughter. “Is everything okay with you and Talek? Something we need to know about?”
Rilka wiped her eyes. “I... I missed you today, mom. I missed you walking me to school. And... I r-really needed you to b-be there f-f-for me!”
She fell against her mother, crying in frustration. Mister Titus had been right; the perverse little pleasure that she might have gotten from wetting on the walk was just a fleeting distraction compared to the deep need for a parent's presence. “I had a horrible day,” she said, putting all her strength into those five words.
“How bad a day?”
Rilka looked through their open door. “The kind... that needs a cuddle by a warm fire to fix.”
“Lucky for you, I picked up some fresh cuddles this morning!” Liki chuckled, taking Rilka's paw and steering her indoors.
“Umm... I may need a change as well.”
“Well there's a surprise!”

By late evening, Liki was sat cross-legged on a thick white rug next to the fire's grille, her blue-green, oceanic scale bared above the waist to give some scale-to-scale comfort and contact to the nude little lass in her arms, nuzzling happily against her mother. A parent's beating heart was the oldest, and sweetest of lullabies, and no questions were raised regarding the little bruises on her tush; the teacher had not seen fit to mention them, so nor did Liki.
Shon strolled in, nibbling on a strip of crackling left over from dinner. “Is she asleep?” he asked.
“Yes, poor thing. She had a hard day. I think... I think she was feeling left out.”
“Really?” Shon raised an eyebrow at the comment. “She never said anything.”
Liki sighed. “No, they seldom do. Let's just keep an eye on her this week, yes? Think you can handle Talek alone while I do the school walk?”
“No problem. Don't keep her down here too long or she won't settle properly,” Shon warned as he found a comfy seat to read in.
In mommy's arms, awake but faking sleep, Rilka smiled. School was a problem for the future; in the present, the sore little lady had all she could ask for.