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Background: This story is set in the 28th century. Rejuvenation is
common, and is used not only to extend life but as a punishment for
criminal behavior. Criminals are sentenced to be rejuved to a young age,
and to serve one or more 'cycles' of growing up again. As punishment is
a part of the process, in addition to rehabilitation, the first portion
of a sentence is typically spent with 'spanko' foster parents, who are
authorized, even encouraged to spank the subject as often as possible,
IN ADDITION TO as often as he or she deserves...

Author's Note: The following stories are based on the Rejuve Universe
created by Lurking Dragon (LD) on the SSS newsgroup.  The stories are
archived at
http://www.goodkitty.com/spanking/stories/lurkingdragon/index.html, and
are collectively known as the Melody stories.

These new stories depend on the reader being quite familiar with the
Melody tales, as I don't attempt to explain again the various aspects of
the 28th century. The reader is encouraged to read (or reread) about
Melody's trials and tribulations, prior to reading these stories.

This is the first attempt at posting anything to any news group I have
made. While I am interested in any constructive criticism, pro and con,
please be kind. You can post comments publicly (I normally skip replies,
but I will be sure to read any for posts of my own), or you can send
email privately to jh1440@my-Deja.com.

Lastly, these stories contain NC abuse of an (apparent) minor, and are
not intended for non-adult audiences. These stories may be archived or
shown on web sites, provided that the entire story, including this
header portion, is included, no fees are charged, and no AVS or other
pseudo-fees are used.

Now, on to the "Good Stuff":

Innocentata 7: Dr. Joslin

It was two weeks after the start of school. Even with the deal Mrs.
Garrett had made with her, Dani was having a rough time.

The spankings had not stopped, but they had slacked off for the past
week. Frank and Jenny were taking the path of least resistance. There
was very little talking in the Roberts household. Dani had said almost
nothing. She spent most of her time (when she wasn't doing homework)
meditating or crying.

The Roberts' had passed on Dr. Joslin's advice of getting Dani some
therapy. There was now a committee at the Department of Corrections
reviewing the "Dani matter", as it was being called. So far, they had
not issued any constructive suggestions (and it was rumored that they
were arguing among themselves), but they agreed to try the Department's
therapist with Dani.

Dr. Rash-zin-zuzz was a Rigellian psychiatrist, on retainer with the
DOC. He was called in to deal with the mental health of various
Penitatas in the Assville area, and also did court-ordered mental
examinations and other tasks for the department. Like all Rigellians, he
was a telepath. Also like all Rigellians, he looked something like a
1.5-meter tall wasp, complete with 20-cm stinger.

No one had thought to mention it to Dani, however, until almost the last
minute. The evening before the appointment, Jenny had told Dani that she
would be picking her up at school early the next day, so they could see
a new doctor. Dani had asked what kind of doctor, and Jenny had answered
her.

"We're all concerned about the fact that you are having trouble fitting
in and accepting your new life, and we thought that having someone to
talk to would be a good idea. Dr. Rash-zin-zuzz comes highly
recommended."

Dani froze. "A Rigellian..." Dani murmured, almost inaudible. Then she
started screaming. "You can't! I won't! You keep those damn insects away
from me!"

Jenny, surprised and concerned, put her hand out to comfort her niece.
Dani immediately started swinging her arms, fists balled tight. She was
crying as well as screaming now, and her words were no longer
understandable.

Frank, summoned by the noise, grabbed hold of his niece and picked her
up. She was incoherent, and her flailing arms struck his back (but did
no damage). Frank looked at Jenny with a concerned expression, as he
tried to calm his charge.

- - - - - - - - - - -

It had taken two hours to finally get Dani to stop crying. She fell
asleep almost immediately thereafter. Jenny and Frank had called the
Rigellian's service, and he had called back a short while later. When
Frank had told him of Dani's reaction, the doctor agreed that there was
little point in his trying to help Dani, as it seemed that Dani had some
irrational fear of Rigellians. He said that he would talk to the DOC in
the morning, and recommend that they consider a human therapist.

- - - - - - - - - -

A few days went by, and Dani's condition worsened. She was not eating
well. When asked why she had not finished her dinner, she had replied
that she wasn't feeling well. While they had let that go one night, when
she said the same thing the next day, they had pressed her.

"My stomach is a little upset. It's nothing, don't worry." was the
reply. By recent standards, that utterance was a dissertation.

"How long has it been bothering you?" Jenny asked.

"A while. It's nothing," Dani replied.

Jenny tried the normal cure, a penitatas variant of an antacid. This was
a perfectly vile concoction, which tasted horrible, but was supposed to
settle the stomach. It didn't work exactly as anticipated.

Dani promptly vomited the entire dose of medicine, as well as the rest
of her stomach contents.

The next day, Jenny took her to the doctor.

After a brief stay in the waiting room, Nurse Bracken escorted them to
an examination room. "Hello, Mrs. Roberts. Hello, Dani. How are you
feeling today?" Dani just glared at him.

"Dani has an upset stomach. I tried the antacid, but she threw up just
after I gave it to her. I didn't know what else to do." Jenny answered.

"Let me get some vitals, and the doctor will be right in." Jenny was a
little surprised when the nurse used a scanner to take Dani's
temperature, and other modern instruments to take the rest of the
vitals. No rectal temperature, or other overt penitatas procedures. The
nurse repeated, "The doctor will be in shortly", and left.

No sooner had the door closed (it seemed) then it opened again to admit
Dr. Joslin. "Hello, Mrs. Roberts, Dani. Not feeling so good today, hum?"
he said in his best concerned, doctor-to-child bedside manner. Dani just
stared at him. "Listen, Dani, I am just going to give you a quick
checkup, OK?"

Dani, stared for another moment, and then just shrugged, as if to say,
"I don't care." The doctor proceeded to give Dani a thorough checkup,
and even took a blood sample himself.

"Mrs. Roberts, I would like to talk to Dani privately, if you don't
mind. May I take her to my office?" the doctor asked.

"Fine. I'll wait here."

The doctor dropped the blood sample off at the desk, telling the
technician to get the test done right away. Then, he escorted Dani into
his office, and seated her in the chair facing the desk. He sat down in
the leather chair behind the desk (it was probably imitation, as real
leather was very expensive, but you never knew...) and looked at Dani
for a minute.

What he saw was different from the girl he had seen just a few weeks
previously. He noted that there were circles under her eyes, and that
she had apparently lost a little weight. Her cheeks were a little
sunken, and she was pale. She didn't look good at all.

"Dani, I know your situation. I have read most of the records of your
case, since your rejuve, and I have done some thinking about you since
we last met. There is nothing I can do about your sentence, but I have
come to a decision. Here, you will be treated like any other voluntaras
rejuve. There will be no punishment delivered here, and anything we talk
about will be considered privileged. Nothing we talk about will go into
any files, and I commit to you that I will divulge nothing of what we
discuss." Dani was regarding the doctor with caution, like she was
expecting some kind of trick.

"No, Dani, this is not a trick. Let me explain. I think that, regardless
of what you may or may not have done in the past, your current health is
at risk because of your mental state. I suggested to your mother (Dani
bristled, but didn't say anything) that you receive some counseling, but
that appears not to have happened yet. In my opinion, you need to have
some way of relieving the stress you are under. You need someone to talk
to, and you don't seem to have anyone else in your life at the moment.
Therefore, until you find someone you like better, I want you to
consider me a friend."

"Bullshit" was Dani's only response.

Dr. Joslin smiled. "I am not going to judge anything you say, but you
need to talk about what you are feeling. If you don't let what's bottled
up inside you out, it will seriously impact your health. Come on, talk
to me, what have you got to lose?" Joslin said, and smiled.

Dani stared at the doctor for a long moment. All of a sudden, Dani burst
out sobbing. Dr. Joslin got up, walked around the desk, and took Dani in
his arms. Dani clung tightly to him. "There, there" Joslin murmured,
comforting the girl.

"It's just so hard!" Dani sobbed. "I won't last 48 years of this!"

"You could always relax and go along. The punishment wouldn't be as bad
as it is now."

"No, I can't. All I have left is my convictions. If I give in to them,
by the end of this sentence, they will have me believing that I was
guilty. I can't give them an inch!"






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