Juvenalas Penitatas
Lesson 14 – Potty Mouth

Lusu strolled along the shopping plaza, turning heads with a shimmering silver dress that accentuated her healthy, womanly form. Tall, confident, and naturally beautiful, it was a delight just to be seen. Her destination was an expensive restaurant, one so exclusive it had security in suits stood outside. A long line of hopefuls waited there, desperate for a chance to be among the rich and famous. Lusu strode past them all, barely even acknowledging the guards as she passed through the doors and into a room full of gilded furniture and expensive silk awnings.
Her ultimate destination was a table on the balcony. There, framed by the setting sun, another young woman waited. She was in her early twenties, with light scales and dark hair, dressed in a gown that shone like emerald. Her features were hazy due to the halo of the sun. She turned, and Lusu saw her jaw move, but did not hear the words.
“I hope you weren't waiting long,” Lusu said as she crossed to the table, folding gracefully onto the waiting chair. “Did you order yet?”
The other woman said something charming and sensual, sending a pleasant shiver through Lusu's body. The unease came shortly after. “I think I'll order some wine to get the evening started,” she said with a sensual lick of her lips. The words on the wine list shivered and swam.
She put down the menu and sighed. “Oh good. I'm dreaming.” The woman opposite nodded. “Well, at least give me a kiss before-”
“Lusu! Wake up!” the motherly scold jolted the nine-year-old penitatas from her pleasant dream. “Come on, you lazy lump! You should have been out of bed by now!”
“Oh if only there were some kind of invention that tells people what time to get up!” Lusu groaned as she squirmed from under the covers.
“Don't you get smart with me, little miss. Getting up on time is a skill that can be learned like any other.”
Lusu stretched and yawned as she followed her mother downstairs to the kitchen. “Can I have eggs this morning? Pretty please? I've been craving them lately.”
“I've already got your breakfast ready. It's a new product from the Healthy Choice range that I want to try.”
The Penny girl let out a long, loud groan. The words 'Healthy Choice' were among the most hated that could possibly come out of her mother's mouth! “Moooom! The last time you bought cereal from them it was like eating soggy cardboard!”
“Then maybe you'd rather go without breakfast?”
Lusu lowered her snout, knowing full well the threat was real. It wasn't worth going hungry. “Okay, I'll try it.”
“That's better. Sit down and eat up!”
The bowl in front of her was less appetising than the plastic fruit in the nearby bowl; a mound of lumpen green mush that looked to have already been eaten by someone and spat back up. With a quiet apology to her own taste-buds, Lusu scooped up a spoonful as her mother droned on about vitamins, essential minerals and slow-release energy. The girl's snout scrunched as the morning goop assaulted her senses, combining a bitter, salty flavour with the texture of snot. “Gah!” she yelped, letting the spoon fall back into the bowl.
“What's wrong now?” her mother asked.
“This!” Lusu jabbed a finger towards the green gruel. “It's the most vile thing I've ever eaten! It's a Karrian-rights violation to give me this!”
“Oh stop being a baby and eat it!”
“I'd rather eat a bar of soap!”
Her mother's claws came to rest upon her hips. “Soap can be arranged.”

An unwelcome burp escaped Lusu's lips as the Watchdog released her. The nine-year-old Karrian girl blanched as the reflux added the aftertaste of bile to the waxy, chemical taint still clinging to her teeth and tongue. It was hardly the first time her mother had washed her mouth out, but it was never a fun ordeal. “Still tasted better than what you gave me for breakfast!” she barked to the drone hovering ahead of her, which paid her belly-aching no mind.
Although the mouth-soaping had seen her arrive later than usual, the cookie-coloured girl reached her classroom without incident. Fear of tardiness lit a fire under her tail as she scurried across the room to her seat, though she halted in front of her friend's desk as her brain did a double-take. A mischievous grin spread over Lusu's snout. “Loving the new look, girl! It suits you!”
Rilka glanced up from her desk in full pout mode. “Harr. Harr. Harr,” she droned in reply. The cream-coloured girl had come to school wearing nothing but shoes and socks.
“I take it you've not taken up nudistry by choice?” Lusu asked as she settled into her chair.
“Apparently, I've not been taking proper care of my clothes – got muddy while playing outside, dripped tomato sauce on myself at dinner, and this morning got toothpaste on my collar. 'Until you learn to respect your clothes, you can go without!'” Her final words were delivered in a close approximation of her mother's voice.
Lusu covered her mouth to help stifle a giggle. “Well I guess misery loves company, because I got a mouth-soaping this morning.”
That at least earned a smirk from the naked lizard girl. “What did you say this time?”
“Nothing! It was totally overblown!” Lusu protested, but then raised her claws in surrender under Rilka's gaze. “Mom insisted on trying some new healthy meal thing and gave me a bowl of green mush to eat for breakfast. I... may have told her I'd rather eat a bar of soap.”
“So you did?”
“D'uh!” Lusu shot back to the childish amusement of both girls. Their respective miseries were briefly forgotten, though a jolt of anxiety hit both of them as a sharp, shrill whistle came from the front of the class.

Mr Kal removed his fingers from his mouth as he stood to address the class. He was a tall, reptilian male, young in body but with eyes that spoke of many lifetimes lived prior to this one. His scales were a common shade of green, but he liked to dye his hair an unusual shade of ginger. “Chatting time is over, boys and girls! Now it's lesson time!”
He waited for a few moments for his class to settle, moving to the front of his desk and resting against it as he spoke in an almost wistful tone. “You know, for some reason I keep thinking of a dream I had last night. In my dream I was a Kindern again, back in school, and the teacher called me to the front of the class to read out an essay. When I turned to face my classmates they all started giggling, and I looked down in horror to realise I was stark naked!” a few giggles greeted the story, while Rilka shrunk down in her seat a little more.
The giggles turned to explosive laughter when Lusu said, in her best impression of Mr Kal, “Rilka, please come to the front and read your essay.”
The teacher addressed his students with an amused grin upon his face. “That's quite enough from the peanut gallery! But I would like you to come up here, Rilka. Please gather everyone's homework assignments and bring them to the front for me.”
Lusu's cheeky grin died instantly. “Oh crap!” she gasped in a frightened whisper before frantically searching her empty school bag. Finding it had not magically summoned any new contents she raised a timid claw. “Sir? I... I left my homework at home. But I did do the work, I swear!”
“You swear, do you?” Kal smirked. “Then you won't object to me sending an e-mail to your mother asking if the homework is indeed present and complete?”
The girl's paw wavered as anxiety took hold. “I got my mouth soaped this morning, sir. I'm scared she'd punish me again if you tell her I forgot it.”
“By rights I should punish you for forgetting it,” he countered. “Work not turned in is work not completed! But I would like to get on with the lesson, so we'll worry about your homework situation later. Thank you, Miss Rilka, but do stay here a moment,” he added as the nude girl offered up everyone else's homework.
Kal gently turned the girl to face her peers. “Today we are continuing our lesson on punishment and discipline. What did we cover last time? That wasn't a rhetorical question,” he added sharply, and every seated child shot a claw skyward. “Master Lee!”
“The prison system!” the boy squeaked. He was only six, and had joined the class just before New Years.
“Good. Prisons served two purposes... which were?”
More hands raised, and answers dutifully given. “To separate criminals from the rest of society, and to punish the guilty through restriction on their movements and activities.”
Kal smiled at the answer. “In essence, prison was like being grounded for years at a time. The primary form of punishment was psychological, not physical; an approach that in modern times we might consider cruel. Physical pain is our preferred means to discipline penitatas like yourselves because it is in many ways easier to cope with. Psychological trauma, on the other hand, is a far worse thing to endure...”
As the teacher spoke he moved back behind his desk, opening a drawer and retrieving a well-used ruler. Rilka flinched as she heard the teacher smack his own palm. “Of course, we do absolutely employ psychological punishments against you as and when we deem appropriate. Miss Rilka, can you name such a punishment?”
“B-being sent to school naked!” she squeaked out. Nobody laughed this time, for they were all watching Kal stalk towards her, ruler at the ready.
“Is that really a punishment for a three-year-penny like yourself? Everyone's seen all this-” he gestured to her crotch with the ruler “-before, so what makes this a punishment?”
“I... I was cold on the walk to school! And... and I feel really, really exposed right now!” the pain and stress in her voice spoke of how close the girl was to breaking down into pre-spanking blubs, as was common even for an experienced Penny.
“You feel helpless, I think,” Kal teased as he steered her with his free hand to turn and lean against his desk. “You know punishment is imminent. You know you are helpless to escape it. Right now, your young imagination is in overdrive, imagining what terrible fate lies in your immediate future, and how painful it will surely be...”
The teacher's claw gripped Rilka's tail and raised it. A single sob escaped her maw, but she held back tears for now. Kal placed the ruler on her rear as he was want to do, noting how the ruler would fall and adjusting his posture accordingly. The wooden instrument raised sharply, whistling as it moved, and Rilka tensed in dread anticipation.
Yet the swat did not come. Her eyes opened, but she remained tense for a few moments before relaxing, then even daring to turn her snout towards the teacher. With a cruel little chuckle he let her tail go. “Turn and face the class. Note well, all of you, how frightened and unhappy your poor classmate is right now. This misery was achieved without causing any physical discomfort. You might think this cruel, for even if she is now 'safe' the sting of this ordeal will linger. Yet there are friends within the school she can turn to for comfort, and no doubt when she finally returns home after this long, hard day there will be hugs abound to heal the day's wounds. Miss Rilka's parents clearly felt a psychological punishment fit more than a mundane spanking, and so this is what I have chosen to continue with. Don't worry, I won't be picking on you for much longer,” he added by way of assurance to his little victim.
Rilka said nothing. Her downcast eyes happened to find her teacher's crotch in view, and not for the first time during the act of disciplining a Penny there was the hint of a bulge there.
“On the subject of punishments, and why we favour them; a clear advantage of physical punishment is the raw honesty of the interaction. A spanking has a clearly identifiable begging and end, with the Penny's reaction being clear for all to see and hear. But a psychological punishment could be endured with no outward signs of distress while causing considerable internal strife. Worst of all, however, are punishments that appear as pleasurable.”
The teacher hoisted Rilka up and parked her rear on his desk, then circled around behind the desk so all present had a clear view of the girl. Grinning, the young man reached over and wrestled the girl backwards, then began to frantically tickle under her armpits.
“N-no! Sta-hahha-ap!” Rilka's plea came out in a frantic burst of laughter as she squirmed under the unexpected assault.
As the helpless lizard girl shrieked and squealed under his wriggling fingers, Mr Kal continued to lecture, “If you listen to her laughter, you could believe that Miss Rilka is enjoying this. I suspect she feels differently.”
“Ple-heehee-ease stop!” Rilka wailed between bursts of laughter as the teacher mercilessly tickled her pits, side and stomach. “I'm gonna pee-eee!”
The ticking ceased, and as soon as his claws moved away Rilka squirmed off the desk and stumbled to find her footing. She stood in an unsteady, confused crouch as her mind reeled, turning in horror towards the teacher as he slowly stepped towards her. “It's alright, Rilka,” he assured her softly. “Deep breaths now. You're okay.”
“I...” her words were silenced before they formed by a low, but deliberate shushing.
“Go back to your desk now, Rilka. I'll understand if you need some time to compose yourself.”
Nodding shyly, the cream-coloured girl slunk back to her desk. As Mr Kal turned back towards the whiteboard behind his desk, Lusu leaned over and whispered, “Shame he stopped. I'd have quite liked to see you wet yourself!”
“Give it a rest!” Rilka huffed as she slumped down in a manner no Penny would normally dare to.
“I didn't mean to upset you,” Lusu added earnestly.
“Less chatter, please!” Mr Kal called as he began to write. “Miss Rilka has an excuse to be distracted, but the rest of you don't!”

Once it was clear the show was over the class settled down to their studies, with Kal continuing his lecture on punishment methods historical and modern. When the break time bell eventually rang, Lusu returned her focus to her friend. “So, what do you want to do for break?”
“Hide in the bathroom,” Rilka answered.
“Fine by me!” Lusu giggled, but her good mood faltered when the teacher called out her name.
“Miss Lusu, stay behind. Miss Rilka, I'd like you to wait as well. Everyone else, scarper!”
Once alone with their teacher, both girls meekly shuffled toward the dreaded desk, snouts lowered and tails leaden between their legs as he rummaged through a lower drawer for something unknown. It turned out to be a beaker, slightly larger than a pint glass, which he handed to Rilka. “I'd like you to fill this for me,” he said to the girl. “You were ready to wet yourself earlier, so I'm sure you can manage. Quickly, please, or you'll have the rest of the class as an audience.”
With a soft whimper, Rilka bit back the protest that she desperately wished to make and took the beaker. Guessing from the threat that she wasn't to leave, the girl sought what little privacy she could by putting the desk between herself and the classroom door, squatting down and relieving herself into the beaker. Her mood was further soured by the obvious enjoyment Mr Kal took from this. She offered the pale, bitter liquid up to him, a wordless prayer on her lips that this punishment would go no further.
“Thank you,” Kal said as he took Rilka's urine sample and then turned his focus to Lusu. “You certainly had a lot to say for yourself today; making clever quips, swearing when you realised you forgot your homework...”
Lusu immediately turned to Rilka, begging at a glance for backup as she blurted out her excuses. “I wasn't trying to pick on her, sir! We're friends! We have banter!”
“You have a tongue that doesn't know when to keep still!” Kal scolded. “I will tolerate a certain amount of quiet chatter at times, but it is a privilege I am free to revoke as and when I see fit. Regardless, this is a discussion you and I have had too many times, Miss Lusu. You are flippant when you should be contrite, boisterous when you should be meek, and cursing when you should be silent.”
The teacher handed the beaker to the timid girl. “If you are going to insist on retaining your potty mouth, then that's exactly how we will use it.”
A look of pure horror formed on Lusu's snout. “You want me to drink that!?”
“You can drink it now, or I can smack your rear with the ruler until your classmates return and then you can drink it. Your choice, Miss Lusu.”
A broken whimper escaped her throat as she took the beaker and slowly, timidly raised it to her lips. Her snout wrinkled at the scent, yet knowing all too well punishments could not be escaped once handed down, Lusu clenched her eyes shut and took a desperate gulp. She retched instantly, with only the quick instinct of Mr Kal to grab the beaker preventing an unfortunate spill. Lusu coughed and spluttered, un-swallowed piss and spittle falling back into the beaker as her face reddened under the  fit. She took several steadying breaths, but found no comfort from Kal's words. “All of it, Miss Lusu.”
Teary eyed, she tried again. It took all her willpower to force down a mouthful, and as foul and bitter as it tasted this was easier to retain. Slowly, pausing often to dry heave, and with her silent, horrified friend watching, Lusu gulped down the dregs of Rilka's relief and offered the beaker back with a trembling claw.
“I hope for your sake the lesson sticks,” the teacher intoned. “I will, of course, be contacting both your parents. What precisely I tell them will depend on your conduct for the rest of the day. Now, wait there just a moment longer.”
Kal returned to his desk and pulled out two slips of paper. The break bell rang and students began to file back in, but neither Rilka nor Lusu returned to their seats. Kal, his writing done, handed one white rectangle of paper to each of them – a pass, confirming the pair had permission to be out of the classroom for the next ten minutes. “Go freshen up.”
Taking the rare boon, the pair pushed against the flow of students and headed out into the eerily silent halls, passes raised like symbols of warding against any lurking teacher that might jump out to punish them. “Are you okay?” Lusu asked once they were clear of the classroom.
The question made Rilka stumble. “Shouldn't I be asking you that?”
“Pfff!” Lusu forced a grin, though her strained tone of voice lacked its usual bravado. “I was probably going to ask to do that with you anyway sometime! Guess some things are more fun as a fantasy!”
“Pretty sure that's exactly the kind of 'flippant' talk that landed you in hot water,” Rilka replied, though a smile of her own was forming on her snout.
The cookie-coloured girl's grin faded. “Yeah? Well... I guess things are just going to utterly suck for me from here on out. I mean... it's not like...” it seemed for a moment the girl was going to cry, but she quickly rallied. “As much as I'd love to bemoan our teacher's fetishes, I didn't get to relieve myself into a beaker like someone I could mention! Can we complain some more on the way to the girl's room?”
“Are you sure you're okay?” Rilka asked as she fell into step. “I'm used to Mister Titus levels of grief, so today was far from the worst I've endured. But this was above your grade, right?”
“You saying I'm not as tough as you? Because I'm totally tougher than you! I've heard how you wail when there's a strap under that tail!”
“I'm trying to have a real talk, Lusu,” Rilka persisted. “You're my bestie! If you can't be honest with me, who can you be?”
The girl opened her mouth, which after a pause turned from a confession to the awkward chewing of her lower lip. “Maybe I'm not feeling as good as I want to be,” she admitted at last.
“Does begging for mercy work with Mr Kal?” Rilka asked as Lusu entered the first stall.
From inside the stall came Lusu's chuckle. “Does that work with any teacher?”
“Fair point. But Mr Hachi has been known to look the other way from time to time. Plus Kal was rock hard when we left, which makes me wonder if he wasn't getting carried away.”
“Got it! We blackmail the teacher!” Lusu laughed as she emerged with her usual grin back where it belonged.
Rilka rolled her eyes. “I hope you enjoy drinking my piss, because at this rate we'll be doing this again.”
“Your mom enjoys drinking your piss!” Lusu shot back childishly.
“She does, actually. Ah, focus!” Rilka raised a warning finger to interrupt her friend. “We're trying to avoid getting in even more trouble, remember?”
Lusu startled at the reminder. “How long have we been roaming around? We ought to get back!”
“Come on then. What's the plan, Lusu? For real.”
“I guess we try your idea – beg for mercy. We should probably wait until lunchtime though.”
“Or just before home time,” Rilka countered. “A whole day of good behaviour will make the case more compelling.”

The hour every Penny dreamed of finally came around – home time! Having been on their best behaviour since the morning's punishments, Rilka and Lusu both lingered behind as their classmates filed out. They stepped towards the desk together, but without looking up the teacher called out to them, “Go home, Rilka.”
She cast a worried glance to Lusu. “Sir, I need to talk to you as well.”
“No you don't. Go home!” he thrust a finger towards the door. “Whatever Miss Lusu has to say for herself can be said without an audience. I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully with clothes on.”
Sharing one last worried glance, Rilka departed and Lusu was left to face the teacher alone. “Sir? I wanted... to say how sorry I am for the way I behaved today.”
“I'm pleased to hear that,” Kal replied, shifting his focus from the tablet in front of him.
The girl anxiously toyed with the hem of her shirt. “What are you going to tell my mom about today?”
“What she needs to be told,” he replied. “I think a refresher might be in order, Miss Lusu. After all, punishments often require reinforcement. Don't worry, I'm not going to make you drink anything. No, I think your loose tongue has given me the perfect course of action to take. You were so very eager to see your friend Rilka humiliated, after all.”
“W-what do you mean, sir?” Lusu whimpered in response.
Slowly, a grin worthy of a Cheshire Cat formed upon Kal's snout. “Stand by your desk and strip,” he commanded, his eyes fixed on her intently as she quietly obeyed. Kal watched the girl remove her clothes, baring her scale and turning to face him again with claws tucked behind her back. Once he'd studied her for a time, Kal fetched a jar from one of his desk's lower drawers. He deliberately kept the item concealed from Lusu as he approached with premeditated slowness, but made no effort to hide the bulge at his crotch. “I suspect I wasn't the only one to 'enjoy' today. Pull out Rilka's chair. Now, kneel in front of it.”
Lusu obeyed, puzzled by the instruction. She saw Kal approach from the corner of her vision, felt his claw rest against the back of her skull, and was gently forced down until her snout touched the plastic seat. Hints of Rilka's scent lingered there. “I bet the smell of that chair is getting you all tingly. Well, I have something else that's going to tingle right here...”
The girl gasped as a cold, slippery finger stroked the slit between her legs. She braced against the sensation, but Kal waited for her to relax before pushing the digit in and slowly, deliberately swirling it around inside. He pulled the finger out carefully, leaving behind an itchy tingling. For good measure, the teacher applied a second coat, rubbing the itchy cream into her anus, applying another coat to her labia, and even rubbing the little button of her clit. “We're going to do this for the rest of the week, Miss Lusu; before lessons, at each break, and before you go home. I'll ask your mother to send you in earlier than usual so we can get you creamed up in private. You'll be sat at your desk, with your cute little cunny tingling away, knowing the only escape is to keep your mouth shut and tongue still. Make a snarky comment, or flippant joke, and you'll earn another week of this.”
Lusu could only huff and whimper as the cream did its work, scritching and itching across her most sensitive spots. Her hips bucked involuntarily, trying to hump the air for some relief from the constant tingling. Her shameless clenching and flexing drew a pleasured purr from her teacher. “You like seeing other girls put on the spot, don't you? Well, now you'll be on the spot – squirming away for my amusement, with that nasty cream going tickle, tickle, tickle.”
The girl shuddered as her body rebelled. A single, shameful drop of feminine fluid formed at the lower edge of her cunny, glistening in the classroom light before being quivered free by an involuntary shudder and sent to the floor with an almost inaudible plip.
Kal leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially to the girl. “Is it any girl you enjoy, or just one in particular?” Lusu did not answer, but her shameful blush darkened by two more shades.
After enjoying the view for a few moments more, Kal sighed aloud and relented. “Alright, get up and get your clothes back on. I'll make sure there's nothing nasty waiting at home for you. Hurry along now!”
“Sir... are you really going to do that to me every day?”
Kal smirked at the question. “I don't make idle threats, Miss Lusu.”
“Couldn't you-” she bit back the comment, which made Kal chuckle.
“Oh go on, I think you've earned a bit of snark.”
Grinning a little at the leeway, Lusu resumed, “Couldn't you just ask for a blowjob instead?”
The teacher laughed aloud, “And that is exactly why you need correcting, potty mouth! Go on home. Just don't forget you're here early tomorrow... and the beaker will be waiting if you have any other clever remarks to make!”
The chastened girl trotted out into the hall, scurrying for the docking ports of the Watchdog drones that would escort her home. The itching cream left her aroused and flustered, but she knew full-well that no relief would be found any time soon. She sighed aloud, trying not to squirm as she waited for the egg-shaped drone to collect her. “Mr Kal was right about one thing; physical punishments are so much easier!”